Ode to a Marble

I used to collect marbles.
Not ever knowing how to use them.
Merely observing their appearance.
That is,
until i came across
the perfect marble.
A beautiful masterpiece,
compacted into a 1/4 inch sphere.
She dazzles in the light she was created.
And dances along the warped floor panels.
Oh marble,
why did i not notice you before,
hidden like a diamond in the rough,
a smile in a sea of faces?
An answer i will not find,
but an answer i have recieved--
to let this marble roll out of my hand,
and to find her again and again...

shalom.

Jack

it would be funny if my name was "jack".
i could be the "jack of all trades"
friends would call me "flapjack",
because that's funny,
or "jack hammer",
because i would be so strong,
or "cracker jack",
because i'm white,
or "jyack",
because they might be from michigan and have weird accents,
or "samurai jack",
because that show is amazing,
or "jack-o-latern",
because i would so funny,
or would say, "jack be quick,"
and chuckle to their unoriginal joke.
when i met people from other countries,
they would pronounce my name "yak", or hack",
and i would not correct them,
because everyone wants funny nicknames.
And mr. miagi would call me "jack-son",
and i would always think of the Jackson 5,
if my name was jack.


shalom.