This old city.

You can enter from one of the 5 gates into this old city and immediately you will feel thousands of years of historical events that shaped us today.  Lined with limestone from the ground to the highest structure, you indulged in the amazing architecture that remains standing since it was built, some aging over a millennia.  The narrow ally ways are lined up with small merchants creating a beautiful blend of scents of indigenous foods, desserts, spices, and coffee all linger as you walk from one block to the other.  As you approach the city center, you will find yourself in the old market swarmed with tourists visiting from all parts of the world.  Some are there for pilgrimages, some to enjoy history, and some to get in touch with ancestry.  Gift shops, religious shops, restaurants, and cafes all gathered up in little spaces.  One would feel the power of a struggle to define an identity in this city, the power of theology, and the might of a military.   Despite your origin or reason to visit you will feel this sense of exuberance, a feeling lingers over you with the amazing part of the world this is.  What you read in History books or in novels does not portray the power rising from the narrow ally ways, or the feeling of satisfaction for you presence there.  It’s most amazing at noon when all theologies raise their voice.  The sound of bells, carried by the call the to prayers, echoed by the horn. They all come together, and at that moment, peaceful emotions are raised while the chaos of daily life moving about in its normal pace, yet there you stand floating like an angle, and observing the beauty of our history. Regardless of the bloodshed associated with it, or the years of oppression many suffered.  As the heart of the city keeps beating the drums of history, history continue to be written there, in many instances covered in blood and crimes, yet always has the feeling of peace.  It has several names by different believes; yet they all cherish it for the same reason, named it after what it should be, not for what it is.  Despite what it created or how it became, once you walk through it, you will always have this sense of peace. 

Dear Betty,
Really, who do you think you are?  When you slam people for whining because, as you believe, it does not get you anywhere. Yet, the first chance you got to whine you jumped on it.  You tell people how to think and what they should believe in, yet you contradict your self, and then suddenly, whining becomes okay.  Who do you think you are for stating that you should execute people because you think they’re not doing a good job, so if I think you’re not doing a good job, does that mean you should join the line against the wall and get shot? I don't know what compels people to write you, or any other blog like yours, but the fact that they seek help through you doesn’t give you the right to judge them, or be mean to them. Maybe you should write some one to help you with your troubles.

                                                                                                                            Not a fan.  

In the first poetry pack I found my self always going back to the Geology of Water.  I am not sure what kept drawing me to that poem. Perhaps its because I love the ocean, or its because the poem created the sense of being there.  Regardless of the reason, I really cant describe an emotion that it evokes, or an  attachment to its message.  As I read through the poem several times, I got a better grasp of its reason, or what it derives to.  The cycle of life, many generation buried under the sea telling us stories and holding thousands of years of history.  This poem had a lot of imagery that give you the feeling of being there when the author wrote it.
“A man made out of water whose words arise like bubbles to the surface.....”
This metaphor of bubbles and a man grasping for a breath amazed me, yet it confused me.  At that point I though it was referring to navy officer who invested many years on the ocean, engaged in war and witnessed many killings, but I was wrong again.  He was speaking about the many eras the sea holds within it.
“Wash that sea in me and wring it clean, ocean to ocean till there’s no water left”
A beutifull line to end this poem, asking to absorb all the years and stories in the sea, to make it a part of him, and to make him a part of the sea.  

Another Poem from this pack that got my attention was Descant.  Not because I understood its meaning, its because I could not figure our what he’s talking about.  This type of poetry is what makes me dislike poetry.  Nothing is clear, its so abstract that its takes so much effort to unmask one of its veils that it becomes boring.  This could be due to my lack in interest in poetry in general, but this is still a complicated poem that could be interpreted  in many ways, but why make poetry so complicated, I think a beautiful picture can be painted and made more relevant to every reader in a much better fashion, but thats only my opinion.  

First Assignment.

I dont consider my self a writer since I never really wrote much whether its for classes or personal fun.  In 2011 that changed when I picked a major that requires a lot of writing and its when I discovered that I have a hard time putting my thoughts into words.  I have taken writing intensive courses and did good in them, but I had a very hard time writing because I would simply freeze and loose my ability to express my self.  Thus far, all my writing was for classes in the form of academic research which is what defines my future writing.

I want to have the ability to express my thoughts through writing research papers and professional reports to better prepare me for the future.  I have a hard time creating a flow of ideas that lead to a conclusion, or an argument without creating a clutter of sentences that leaves the reader confused.  The fact that I didn’t write for several years before taking up this major highlighted several flaws in my writing and I want to raise my confidence in my writing while giving the readers new information that makes sense leading them to reach new conclusions based on my arguments.