This Hand's Creation

Mounting Everest

2006-02-01T20:31:00.000-08:00

There once was a mount named Everest
We thought there was none the Betterest
Till on day when we looked close upon it
And discovered maybe we can't make it

It seemed more like Tetris we're Playing
With bricks for laying we start our praying
And never to stop we try making it fit
'It Can't' we all try and avoid to admit

Half way up this mountain we've built
Instead of a Duvet it's a Patchwork Quilt
But we'll trek on ahead on the slippery slope
For a Quarter of a Million we really must Hope

This mount is called Everest and remaining today
Are the hearts holding on all through the delay
Each step we get closer to the end that is nigh
As we follow the bright light we Wave our Goodbyes

True Inspiration, True Pain

2006-01-13T09:37:00.000-08:00

So, there is a whole CHUNK of the world that has been forced out of their homes, out of there land, to find a new life. Our children at TACF spent time writting them letters. I spent 2 (8 hr.) nights of stressful and wonderful artistry creating theses wonderful covers for the letters and adding a teddy and also a sucker to each one. We anted to bless the small children who are now scared so much and feel no-one knows of their fear.

These are some of the covers i made for that. They are being sent with a mission group who are going down there to help in one of the schools being used as a shelter right now. And the large bears are going to go on display to remind everyone who walks past them that Canada loves and is praying for the Isrealites who have been made homeless and alone.

My Old Room

2005-11-04T19:37:00.003-08:00

Here are the Photos of my old room which I muralled. I used normal wall paints with a small artists brush...it took me a year to do. Hopefully that will not be the case this time...no more saturdays alone in my room painting my walls...at least not right now!

Darling Cows?

2005-11-04T18:22:00.000-08:00

Took these pics this summer...just thought I'd share my love for beef in the sun?? No, my little Moo-Dogs...AKA Springer Spaniels...AKA Daxia and Malorie!!!

I'm A HUG!

2005-08-06T16:40:00.000-07:00

Stowaway

2005-06-26T21:53:00.000-07:00

This bunny was found in my front garden...it turns out there are a family who live in my yard...cool eh? So I took this picture with my dad's digi. and it's very amiture...But I"m trying to get good practice in. Only one way to get really good...do it as much as you can!! Taken June 23rd 2005.

Absent Peace

2005-06-17T02:36:00.000-07:00

When Peace can't be found
What is there left
When peace can't be found
Where do I find rest

My mind is racing, my blood rushes fast
My muscles are tense, my heart is downcast

When peace is lost
What hope is near
When peace is lost
What calms my fear

My being is empty, my emotions run out
My vision is fading, my faith turns to doubt

When peace is hiding
Where do I turn
When peace is hiding
How do I endure

My days are black, no stars in my sky
My appetite's lacking, my mouth is run dry

When peace is gone
What is there for me
When peace is gone
How do I still breath

My joy is stolen, my courage depleted
My purpose means nothing, I lay here defeated
Peace was simply all that I needed

Calm Before The Storm

2005-06-14T15:30:00.000-07:00

All these thoughts that spin
Tornados within
Circumstances standing
Hurricanes surrounding
Inside I feel
This chaos protruding
Outside I feel
My life is concluding

Peace soon here rested
Calm can't be trusted
The wise know that after
Befalls grave disaster
Today I see
The calm has past
Tomorrow I fear
May be my last

Choices come and overflow
Tsunami's undertow
My foundations here break
Wreckage earthquake
Within I know
There's too much to handle
Beyond me I know
I'm a wreackless scandal

Beck Poulsen

Lingerie Talent!!

2005-06-10T08:59:00.000-07:00

Well, I cut these out...and many more that are even more risqua? Yes... well it was a gift for Sarah C...soon to be H....'s Bridal Shower...it had a pleasing Theme. I love my Sarah....and love how good things are for her!! Like Lee!

When You Are Gone

2005-06-03T01:48:00.000-07:00

Dedicated to Bethany Critchley

Bethany I miss you when your not here
When all of my pain and all my fear
Come crashing and flooding into my mind
Trying to find you, my hope is so blind

Early morning or late in the day
The busy time and the disarray
Seeking a shoulder for me to cry on
I see that my dream may be so foregone

Who do I look to now that it's a myth
Who's there to sit, laugh or walk with
I see our park bench and your empty room
Memories I'm left with continually resume

I know others are out there caring and such
But none compare to your unique touch
I just want to be close to where you are
And be calm and quiet or flat out bizarre

We will keep in touch and laugh galore
Our friendship may deepen beyond the core
But now I feel sad and it is hard to picture
This separation invading our future

Bethany I miss you when you are gone
I hope you see in the picture I've drawn
That even when the distances do intrude
My searching for you will never conclude

Beck Poulsen
Copyright ©2005 Beck Poulsen

Become a Butterfly

2005-04-13T13:07:00.000-07:00

Do I simply walk out on my own
Am I a crawling straberry plant

Do I just sway strong in the breeze
Am I a dried up dandilion

Do I crumble with the slightest preasure
Am I dried soil in your hands

Do my roots dig down deep
Am I a tree or merely a weed

Do I bend when I touch the embers
Am I the steel in the coals

Can I fly up high and reach for the stars
Am I a caterpillar
Or have I become a butterfly

If Only...

2005-03-22T12:41:00.000-08:00

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If I could glance behind the dam
To know for once just who I am
What would I love, What would I see
Who do I actually want to be

I could go back to the life I'm from
But then what will I have become
If I could hold all I love in my hand
If I see it maybe I'll understand

If I knew the choices I want to make
I would know what's real and what's fake
I see you around me standing strong
Will I ever stand firm, Will it last long

Who am I and yet who are You
Will I ever know what I want to do
I stand at these crossroads every day
You ask but I don't know what to say

I cannot run without a trace
The hardest choices I'll have to face
If I could know which way to go
If I was someone I truely know

Beck Poulsen
Copyright ©2004 Beck Poulsen

Mirror Of Feelings

2005-03-18T23:54:00.000-08:00

I am
I am not
I am cold
I am hot
I remembered
I forgot

Does this poem have a meaning
Does this mirror what I am feeling
Is this life real or am I still dreaming
Is there a purpose in what I'm seeing

Is everything wrong
Is everything right
Is it all pointless
Is it worth the fight
Is it all in the darkness
Is there really light

Tell Me

2005-03-08T23:32:00.000-08:00

Dedicated to Sarah

Why should I tell her
She can't understand
The chaos inside me
I'm a heavy metal band
With scars of betrayal
Is my heart in my hand

Why should I speak
She can't really hear
There's beauty in this mess
I'm a car you can't stear
All truth is a maze
Is it pain that I fear

Tell Me
Am I abandoned or am I just weak
Can I still tell her when I can't speak
How do I find what I can't even see

Beck Poulsen
Copyright ©2005 Beck Poulsen

My mentor is awesome

2005-02-06T16:46:00.000-08:00

Dedicated to Jill Weber

My mentor is one with beauty so rare,
A tender heart, so pure love, and an ear that's always there.

Her smile gives me chills, and her eyes I cannot bare.
The sound of her sweet voice draws me to be forever there.

Her songs a sweet incense to the one whom she loves,
And her voice as she sings them is like an angel from above.

Her obedience to the Father I thank God for everyday.
For without this I know not where my faith would rest today.

I owe so much to her, for she is faithful to this day.
And in all this there's but one thing I withheld but desire to say

"My mentor is awesome, sent from God above,
My future I owe her, but I give her my love."

Beck Poulsen
Copyright ©2000 Beck Poulsen

Recycled Angel

2005-02-02T11:44:00.000-08:00

What the heck is wrong with me
A soiled dove is all I see
These stains I wear
It's only fair
Recycled Angel

These walls I've built to keep me safe
To hide the past I cannot face
Don't let them close
Don't be exposed
Recycled Angel

This is a burden I'll gladly bare
To hide the mark that I wear
I must handle
This reckless scandle
Recycled Angel

Beck Poulsen
Copyright ©2004 Beck Poulsen

Foreign Picture / Familiar Song

2005-01-21T23:33:00.000-08:00

Where am I? I don't belong
In this foreign picture of a familiar song
I want to turn around. I long to run away
My throat is dry, I have nothing to say

Who are all these people who surround me
Changed without me, I feel so empty
My heart feels like it is choked by a chain
The longer I stay here the sharper the pain

I need to fly and get off of this planet
These things I love are taken for granted
I know I will stay, I must get past this
For the joy that awaits me is more than the past is

Beck Poulsen
Aug. 2004