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Stuff For Sale!

keiichi000 — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 05:27:54 +0000

STUFF FOR SALE!!! — Hey Everyone. I’m selling of some items that… well.. aren’t used anymore. This items are used, and working condition (Last I checked at least!). The prices are listed and I will take offers as well. I will ship the smaller items, so please let me know if you want it shipped, so I can tell you how much shipping will cost. So come one, come all, to my Facebook Garage Sale! =) Payment taken: Cash and PayPal (With small fee to cover PayPal Fees).

Alesis Air FX Effects Processor – $90
Altec Lansing 2.1 Computer Speakers – $5
Motorola Talkabout® MJ270 27-Mile Two Way Radio – $45/pair (I have two sets of these)
ShuttleX SK43 w/1900+ AMD CPU and Memory – $50
Nintendo Gamecube w/PSU, TV Connectors, 1 Controller – $20
Sega Dreamcast (2 Controllers, 2 Memory Cards, 1 Rumble Pack, 1 keyboard, 2 Official Games, 10 Non-Official Games) – $35
Sega Dreamcast Keyboard – $5 (Claimed!)
Fender Squire Practice Amp – $40
Jackson DK2 Dinky (Blue – Repaired) – $145
Vestax PMC03A 2 Channel Battle Mixer – $100
Queen Mattress and Bed $30

I’m on a Plane!

keiichi000 — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 12:54:06 +0000

Well, here I am, before 8 AM on a Sunday, and where am I… I’m on a plane heading to Washington, DC. Only doing a day trip, but should still be quite a bit of fun.

Love, Love, Love

keiichi000 — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 05:16:21 +0000

This is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago (Week of Aug.16, 2010) during a time of much confusion both in my heart and my life, trying to figure out how I could make the best of a particular situation, with really no direction to turn. That confusion was eventually put into words, but I held off on posting this until I was through the situation, since I did not want to put the subject of the poem on the spot with my craptastic poetry. =)

Love, Love, Love
by Michael Morris

How can I say these words
Without causing you to run
Is the thought that haunts my dreams tonight
Far from the eyes of the watchful sun

For fear sits beside me
I fear the pain if I move too fast
Swept away by my beating heart
But something says this will last

But in the same thought
I fear losing you to time
Cause one doesn’t get many chances
When love is on the line

My heart feels this one is true
A chance to try for love anew
Perfection found in the sands of time
To mend this shattered heart of mine

Thus I am forced to find
A way to walk this line
Showing you how I feel
Without drowning you in this love of mine

A miracle of fate
Brought your path in synchronicity with mine.
Two lovers, given another chance
By the loving hand of time

Love, Love, Love
A simple word for something true
Love, Love, Love
The words I want to say to you.

meh, new blog?

keiichi000 — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 04:17:57 +0000

Well, I’ve gone ahead and bit the bullet and moved this all to a WordPress setup. I’ll be converting all the old blog stuff over as I have time.

~k1

Essence of Beauty

keiichi000 — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 04:19:11 +0000

Another late night musing, this time written after a long day at the San Japan anime convention.

Essence of Beauty
by Michael Morris

When the mind is wandering
The wishes of men come forth
Looking for traits found pondering
The Essence of Beauty.

While looks are only skin deep
There are many beautiful things
Found in the heart of women
Waiting for the right one to tend and reap.

Am I the one? Will I feel
The tender perfection this one personifies
While this is not seen by all
It is felt in this heart today, from head to heel.

Distance grows, the thoughts become naught
I turn and look, as the path starts to wither
And I sit quietly, lost in my thoughts
Pondering all the times I thought I found

My Essence of Beauty

Untitled #3

keiichi000 — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 02:21:45 +0000

A small snippet of thought written down during an evening at SJ. Was originally going to be part of Essence of Beauty, but didn’t really fit, but existed well enough on its own.

Untitled #3
by Michael Morris

Beauty Deep
Is the thought of
A mind asleep
and the silence surrounding it.

Image in the Wind

keiichi000 — Mon, 18 May 2009 04:24:03 +0000

A late night musing.

Image in the Wind
by Michael Morris

As I lay here,
I wonder where you are.
A voice in my mind,
An image in the wind.

As a melody plays,
I sit and think of you.
A voice in my mind,
An image in the wind.

And in my dreams,
I long for the day,
When I can feel,
Something far more real.

Your voice calling to me.
Your eyes seeing through me.
Your warmth filling me.
Your touch exciting me.

From that day forward,
No matter how the encounter ends,
Your are no longer just a voice in my mind.
An image in the wind.

Autumn

keiichi000 — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 04:27:35 +0000

I poem I wrote while watching the people leave and arrive at Bruce Hall from the wall across the street.

Autumn
by Michael Morris

By the white streetlights
People move to and fro
Some to escape the moonless night
Others, to fill their souls in it.

Closing your eyes from the world around
You feel the cool breeze hold you
As Autumn’s touch slowly surrounds
And fills one’s heart with hope.

For, in this place, Autumn brings life
As the touch lets one escape
From the Sun’s scorching knife
And slowing begin to live again.

And with it, a soul is renewed
For these times bring closer
The revalry and joy that can not be subdued.
With the festiveness in the three months.

Which brings an end to our year.

Left Behind

keiichi000 — Tue, 06 May 2008 04:35:53 +0000

Thoughts brought upon by stress, music, media, and memory.

Left Behind
by Michael Morris

Left Behind…
When fate has forgotten you,
Yet throughout your life,
All things said were kind and true?

Left Behind…
When love becomes lost,
Yet destined to never be regained.
Simply lost, to those who want it most.

Left Behind…
Like the memory of snow,
In the eyes of the coming spring,
Falling away, with no place to go.

Left Behind…
Like the memory of my life,
Where the only thing I feared,
Was to be left behind

Long Distance

keiichi000 — Tue, 06 May 2008 04:34:35 +0000

Some odd thoughts put into free verse on my thoughts on Long Distance relationships. And yes, I’ve been in more then one, and yes, they all ended badly.

Long Distance
by Michael Morris

When frustration fell from your eyes,
I was not there.
When the cry for help came from your lips,
I was not there.

My love is but text on a screen
My heart is but bits of data
Streamed over the hard metal lines
From this place that I call home.

While many say such love can exist,
They have never embraced the reality.
The lack of warmth, the lack of touch,
Words on a screen, they can only do so much

So when one asks
If my feelings are a lie?
I say they are both true and false
As bits on a wire, running through time