February 2012
1 post
Small reasons why I stil love Iron & Wine
In the failing light of the afternoon Lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms Yesterday the solace of a poison fish Tomorrow I’ll be kissing on her blood red lips No one is the savior they would like to be The lovesong of the buzzard in the dogwood tree With a train of horses laughing through the traffic line And the cradle’s unimaginative sense of time Springtime and the...
January 2012
1 post
December 2011
1 post
Summer comes, yeah, and loud as hope and takes your breath away Winter takes what the summer had to say
November 2011
4 posts
Watch
Don't Step on the Daisies.
Short poem in a play I wrote for my students.
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Yellow Hearts full of hate,
White petals stained in blood,
They won’t ever stop their ways,
Till you too are in the mud.
October 2011
4 posts
Fort
Laying on the carpet
Itchy, warm and rescued
Here in the living room
Hidden in my fort
- Underneath my bed-sheet
Tied up to some chairs
Where the glow of day is changed
Filtered through the walls
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I measure up what’s outside
Plan on how to beat it
Easy as I move around
‘Cause things are easily lost
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~Jacob Albrecht
Tree
You’re planted in my chest
That all the trees I know and love
I always loved you best
~Jacob Albrecht
September 2011
2 posts
Yep, It's oficial
…I already miss you.
June 2011
7 posts
Small Re-entry into writting again
Tonight in the dark,
Tonight all alone,
I think of what we said,
Tonight on the phone.
~Jacob Albrecht
May 2011
11 posts
Sleeping already?
The evenings this weekend have been so boring. I wonder why… oh yeah.
For you.
What I hear from my office chair.
“He is jealous for me, Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree, Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy. When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory, And I realize just how beautiful You are, And how great Your affections are for me.”
Tonight's Sermon Title
“Throwing Up the Greatest Truth.”
“Nope. I have strong opinions about babies. It wasn’t cute at all! But it...”
– Jeanette
April 2011
6 posts
“If we don’t pick it up, we’re going to get our butts cleaned.”
– ~My father.
Explanation of his personal, phrase-etymology…
“Get our clocks cleaned” To be beaten by someone else in a physical or none-physical way so that loss is unquestionable.
“Get our butts handed to us” To be beaten so bad that the opponent practically...
Application.
While applying for a job I was asked,”will you be willing to work a job which might expose you to darkness and loud noises?” I was hoping one of the answer options would be “no, I am younger than five and/or a caveman.”
You may be Alien...
But I still check up on you from time to time, when you’re not looking. Making sure you’re doing okay.
March 2011
4 posts
My cat and I just had crackers in bed. He made a mess.
February 2011
1 post
January 2011
3 posts
The only job I miss. →
December 2010
1 post
August 2010
4 posts
Looking forward to the first Fall post-graduation.
Wind against a curtain,
The cool air invading,
View through the window-screen,
Summer finally fading.
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Breath of Fall promising,
It’s first to come and say,
“Have you really missed me?” and I,
“Three months seems like a day.”
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~Jacob Albrecht