I have uploaded a youtube video. It should be running in a few hours. 

This video covers my first 24 hours in Juneau. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8qIWsXUo_Y

So they say

They tell me I'm a wandering soul.
But they don't know where I've been.
I've been a long time on this road-
and still haven't found the end.

They tell me I'm a wandering soul-
But to me I'm standing still.
They're the ones who dart around
looking for the end.

They tell me I'm a wandering soul-
But I know where I go.
For life and love and hearth and home,
lie just around the bend.

I found this one written on a napkin and tucked in my journal. I don't remember the story that led to it's inception, but the sentiments still resonate with me.
-DRS

A wind blown rose

A wind blown rose I came across
on a lonely moor
gold and red its petals shone
on that dreary moor

A wind blown rose once caught my eye
on a lonely moor
Its pure beauty filled my soul
I never thirsted more

A wind blown rose I came across
on life's lonely road
the twisted stem marked the place
I now call my home

A wind blown rose I cam across
there I built my home
Her sweet beauty filled my soul
and I've never thirsted more

This a quick poem I wrote late one afternoon, and while it's not perfect- I like it.
-DRS

I missed you today

Oh my friend, my friend- I missed you today
far from you my thoughts would not stray
I miss your smile, your gentle words,
friendships laughter, jokes unheard.

Oh my friend, my friend- where are you today?
far from you my thoughts will not stray.
My mind, it hovers about your head
and marks the paths your feet have tread

Oh my friend, my friend- what keeps you away?
far from you my heart cannot stray!
I need your presence, the reassurance of your touch
I did not know I could miss anyone this much.

Oh my friend, my friend- what ransom must I pay
for those thoughts you stole today?

This is an attempt to recreate a poem I wrote a few months ago. I lost the final copy- but it was even cooler that this... much wittier and more playful. So really this is just a rough draft. If I ever find the finished version I'll post a copy... or maybe I'll just refine this one...

-DRS

As a pad-wan I admire the master,

Move wish exact finesse as a jazzter.

Randi is so totally awesome.

She taught me not to dance like opossum.

I can't believe it-- I've improved.

I no longer get strange looks from dudes.

Jazz class is the bomb-dot-com man.

Haven't stopped dancing since I began.

The music sings straight to my soul,

Out loud I sing on my daily stroll.

The atmosphere of class excites.

Luckily we're not required to wear tights

The Commodity of Oddity

 

I noticed the situation had certain viscosity

Anything other than perfection would be quite the atrocity

Thus welled up within me a violent animosity

The yellow brick road did not lead to the emerald city

The holes in the story, creating a massive porosity

Our moment did deteriorate with incredible velocity

When suddenly appeared a terrific monstrosity

Lo and hence the munchkins attached with a savage ferocity

Though I, standing afar, watched with a certain curiosity

My heart did well with a grand generosity

For the defunct stench of our philosophy

Ends our dream with extraordinary lameocity

 

Heather McRae, Todd Decker, Kara Palmer, Derick Salaom

Pining for Pi

Oh how may a speak

Of the beauty of pi?

Its uses not bleak

But abound to the sky.

 

Irrational digit

I cannot escape

To calculate widgets

Of circular shape.

 

A mere estimation

Three point one four

But to my exclamation

You’re so much much more.

 

Pi, you’re so tasty

I’ll take any flavor

But not be too hasty

The pumpkin I’ll savor.

Riddle Me This

To me you speak and from me you hear
voices traveling from far and near
You poke me and prod me, I don't complain
I'm not alive and so must abstain
Bought with gold, you pay to keep me live
-without me you could not survive
You come when I call, who's master now?
If only I could I would take a bow.

What am I?

Fireside Poem

Raise me to thy throne, Oh God
and let me see thy face
let me know thy love divine
and feel thy kind embrace

Help me heal my brother, God
to raise him from his pain
to bring to him thy love divine
and find solace in thy name

Help me speak kindly God
and treat all near me well
that our souls might fill with love
and we'll raise our children well

Oh dear mine hair doth grow a frightening mess.

It looks like blind men tried to fashion it.

I cannot mask it even with my dress.

Yanking and pulling, I'm now in a fit.

Alas it is for naught to work this day.

How I wish I could change this wretched hair.

Perhaps I'll cover it with a berret.

I want to pull it out, but do I dare?

I'll cut that which doth give me much pain.

The times I fret over my hair is past!

No time to think if I am insane.

At last I raise the blade and swipe it fast.

This boyish look doth please mine eye to play.

I art most beauteous this day!