Not sure why, but this has been going through my head all day.

Twitter enlightens

Tumblr encourages

YouTube entertains

WordPress empowers

Facebook enamors

Skype endeavors

Gmail enumerates

And Google Chrome envelops!

Well, apparently WordPress is launching VaultPress which ironically is a service that will back up my WP lovin’ blog in case my glorious host gets hijacked by aliens (or more likely hit by an asteroid, but aliens sounds cooler).

Unfortunately the service is thus far limited (note: 30 invites a month!!! Are you kidding me?!!!) and is in beta so the chances of me signing up immediately slim to none.

But I always love a good challenge so to up the ante I’ve decided to express to the WordPress high priests why they should unlock the VaultPress temple and allow this WP convert inside.

Since poetry is the language of the heart (well truth be told red blood cells are, not to mention oxygen, but lets not get all scientific on ya’ll here) I’ve decided to express my desire in that fashion which you can read below.

Here is the video of VaultPress in all of its glory, followed by a poem underneath. Update: Apparently VideoPress and WordPress still do not mix too well. Here is the YouTube video instead.

Roses are red
And violets are blue
But if I don’t get VaultPress
My blogs will be screwed

Life is uncertain
Especially for geeks
If they don’t back up blogs
Their lives become bleak

Blogger has Google
To back up content
All I have is my PC
Of which I repent

I need a company
With servers tried and true
In multiple locations
And inexpensive dues

Because if a nuke
Strikes near my coast
My blogs will live on
(Although I’ll be toast!!)

So Dear WordPress priests
Please let me inside
The VaultPress temple
Where my blogs will safely abide

The only question I have
For the VaultPress guys and gals
(Which I’ll ask only once)
Do you accept Paypal?

Poem by Darnell Clayton

So, dear ticket masters, do you have a golden ticket for me? Pretty please with WP cherries on top? (the red ones, not the blue ones as those are trademarked by your b2evolution brethren).

“What is Love?”
(Is a question I once asked)
“Is it a gift from above?
Is it an action or a task?

Can you enlighten my mind,
To this strange emotion?
That makes cold hearts kind
And full of devotion

To the significant other
Whom you deeply admire
And try not to smother
With your passionate desire

Some say love isn’t real
That’s it’s all just in your head
But if that’s truly the deal
Then one is better off dead

For the mind is very fickle
Despite it’s thirst for knowledge
It’s worth is about a Nickle
After one finishes college

Love is not an action
For all actions have an end
And lack the satisfaction
Of a trust worthy friend

Love is not an emotion
For emotions are irrelevant
Ever changing with commotion
Going from wrath to benevolent

What is love? Can you tell me?
Can you find its definiton?”
This question I asked Amy
Who provided this explanation

“Love is kind, love is strong,
And provides no tally of wrongs
It’s forgiving and accepting
And it’s never, ever rejecting

Full of grace and full of mercy
But it’s also willing to hurt thee
To bring truth into your ears
Despite the future tears

It foolishly places it’s trust
And is willing to go bust
By revealing it’s greatest secret
Believing that you will keep it

Love is constant, it won’t fade
For it’s ultimately made
To last beyond a million days
Love is Forever and Always!”

I still asked more questions
But her answers remained the same
And despite my best intentions
I started to like this dame

And thus began the story
About Darnell and Amy
Two souls seeking out a journey
Together–for the rest of eternity.

Poem by Darnell Clayton

–Posted via iPhone

The future has yet to be written
At least that’s what I was told
Before the government bailouts
Before banks began to fold

They’re saying the futures determined
As if I no longer have any choice
No opinion worthy of consulting
No influence with my voice

There is a debt that I have to pay
A credit issued to my name
But I refuse to accept this debt
And pay for my leaders shame

While I was born in this country
And raised here all of my life
I will not raise any kids here
To experience this economic strife

My future is still determined
But not by a government tool
I did not agree to this stimulus
And I refuse to pay for fools

So farewell my beloved country
I intend to live here no more
Because in half a decade or less
I’ll be seeking out eastern shores

–Posted via iPhone

Note: This poem is dedicated to all of the Asian women out there who can cook all of those delicious recipes that I can not pronounce. If you’re a lady who can cook Asian food, then this goes out to you too!

Image Credits: Ninja from brunkfordbraun, Dancers from Barry Goyette, Chinese food image from Nanchang.

Love is a dangerous emotion
Blinding both rhyme & reason
It causes extreme devotion
Regardless of the season

Love makes the cowardly brave
Love makes the poor very rich
You’ll exchange all the wealth you saved
Or trek through a dangerous ditch

It will turn the wise into fools
And reduce kings into mere mortals
Love will turn you into a tool
Smashing you against the rocks & pebbles

Love is a dangerous emotion
It’s deadly right out of the box
But I will never feel it’s potion
As I have locked it away in a box

~poem by Darnell Clayton

–Posted via iPhone

…we are all going to be screwed.

The Democrats are promising me more taxes,
While a certain republican is promising me more wars.
If I had to choose between the two…
I’d relocate towards Singapore.

Sigh. I guess I’ll be pulling for Mitt Romney as a first choice, followed by Barack Obama.

If its Hillary and McCain as the party nominees, I might have to actually flip a coin.

Lifter, Lifter, In The Sky

Image used without permission (please don’t sue me) and copyrighted to LiftPort, Inc., all rights reserved.

Update 2: Inspired by Twinkle, twinkle, little star.