I'm a terrible blogger

Truth be told...I have no idea what I'm supposed to do on here. (or how to spell supposed) I think I need to invite people, but all of my friends have lives. So I guess I'm just going to launch endless thoughts into cyberspace like a madman. Random thought for the day: Going to wal-mart at 4 in the morning is alot like going to a lame party with a bunch of people you would never actually want to go to a party with. I also think those same people who are at Wal-Mart at 4 some how make it over to the bike trail five hours later. This makes me wonder, what do people from convenience stores do when they're off work? I've never once seen anyone from the Shell anywhere else except for the Shell. Do you think everyone working at gas stations also has to live there? There's alot going on behind those counters...just saying. Now that I think about it I don't really see anyone from the chinese food place either. I never really saw any of my high school teachers out on the town. I think I'm going to have to start stalking my mailman just to see what he does when he's not serving his country. Anyway, I'm sorry that I'm terrible at blogging and hopefully I'll get better in the future. P.S. Thanks alot for the C Mike James. Now I'm really glad I spent all that time doing extra credit. Have fun in Greece or Italy or whatever soon to be third world country your going to.

Symphony for the Devil

Here is a poem I submitted to the Joe Cleveland writing contest. Feel free to tell me what you think so I can pretend to listen. jk

Symphony for the Devil

Welcome to the show, you’re in for a treat;
Come I’ll perform for you a melody bittersweet.

You’ve bought your ticket like it or not,
Now go to the audience and find your spot

Sit down near the front there’s a seat just for you;
This is the place where your dreams will come true

Take a look around, you’ll see all your friends;
They’re all here to witness the fun that never ends

Now look to the stage, the show will soon begin,
The time has come for my symphony of sin

First comes myself, you’ve no doubt heard of me,
I wrote this show that you’ve come to see

Satan it seems is my earthly title,
When it comes to performance I have no true rival.

On violin is my evil and crafty friend lying,
Things always sound great when it’s the truth you’re denying

Over there on the organ is that handsome man greed,
He’ll gladly do whatever it takes to succeed.

Next comes cruel jealousy playing the flute,
Just give her some time and your mind she’ll pollute

You hear lust pound the drums, so deep and so low,
Though your mind takes no notice the noise continues to grow

Then on the oboe comes a man wheeling and dealing,
It’s that charming man thievery, but his friends call him stealing

And last but not least comes that trumpet blasting,
A noise so demonic its stench is everlasting

It’s my partner called murder who’s knocking them dead,
He’s so good at his job the tunes in all of our heads

Throughout the crowd every one is a fan,
We’ve all heard of his work upon the Son of Man

You hear the symbols clang and the drums roll,
I easily distract you and take possession of your soul.

As you plainly can see we use our tools well;
Just sing right along and we’ll see you in Hell

A Little Bit About Myself

My name is Luke Wendeborn. I am currently a student at Harding University in Searcy Arkansas. I'm originally from Waxahachie, Tx where I attended Waxahachie High School. I'm a member of Delta Chi Delta and do a little acting in the Harding theatre. I'm currently working on a degree in social work, but would also enjoy becoming an author one day. Truth be told I don't really enjoy talking about myself. I will probably use this page as a drawing board for ideas and as a place to put some of my unsuccesful writing. If you want to do any further stalking I'm also on facebook under my full name Luke Taylor Wendeborn (so as not to confuse me with any of the other Luke Wendeborns) or you can email me if your old. lwendebo@harding.edu thanks for stopping by.