<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932</id><updated>2011-08-28T19:51:19.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's General Being</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my new blog that I thought I would start, just to express daily feelings, and just updates on how my life is going.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111566097943285626</id><published>2005-05-09T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T10:49:39.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for all my peeps in Ontario, since I won't be seeing you guys this summer. Work is going well although today I took the day off, as I feel pretty crappy and have lost my voice, I plan to work the rest of the week though. It is good to be able to see all my friends out here again, but I find that I am missing a lot of you guys out in Ontario already a lot! But summers fly by and I will be out there soon enough.  I hope all of your doing well, feel free to leave a comment or email me to tell me how your doing, hopefully through email and phonecalls and blogging we can keep in touch! Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Matthew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111566097943285626?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111566097943285626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111566097943285626' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111566097943285626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111566097943285626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-for-all-my-peeps-in-ontario.html' title=''/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111504657984535048</id><published>2005-05-02T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T08:09:39.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there</title><content type='html'>So here I am at Lukes house on this fairly cloudy monday hanging out with my sister, this past year in Ontario has been amazing has I have made a lot of new friends and the friends I had before well I and them have definately grown stronger. I had an awesome year living on Kitty Murray with du boyz and I doubt we could ever get a better group than that.&lt;br /&gt;               Todays plans are to chill with my sister. Not sure if we will do anything since I am broke and she needs her money to buy a car, maybe we will go for a run. That's free right? This weekend was also a good time as I got to hang out with Rachel Pols and Liz and Joel. We had fun times hanging out at Pol's house and also going a stag and doe on saturday. Yesturday was enjoyable time at my aunts house as we said some goodbyes and ate some great food (Kristen Luke and I) I will be home tuesday and am very excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start writing poetry when I am home and I actually have nature around me to be inspiredd by! (sorry ontario)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bye Ontario!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111504657984535048?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111504657984535048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111504657984535048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111504657984535048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111504657984535048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/05/almost-there.html' title='Almost there'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111333612582776421</id><published>2005-04-12T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:02:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selfishness</title><content type='html'>Today is a boring tuesday I just have finished up a part of my theatre project, and now I am at the school just writing. These past few days have just been absolutely gorgeous. I got to see my grandpa, and my aunt and Oncle and my sister and her boyfriend Luke this past weekend, it was really good time be able to hang out with everyone. I am going to write a poem about selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness is the way I live&lt;br /&gt;Not much to others do I give&lt;br /&gt;I look out for me, number one&lt;br /&gt;I do whats exciting I do whats fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see anothers want and need&lt;br /&gt;and watch from a distance while they bleed&lt;br /&gt;I expect that things will be given to me&lt;br /&gt;And if they aren't I become angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to put others ahead&lt;br /&gt;Give to the poor make sure there fed&lt;br /&gt;God gave us a command to love one another&lt;br /&gt;To treat them as if, they were are brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111333612582776421?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111333612582776421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111333612582776421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111333612582776421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111333612582776421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/04/selfishness.html' title='selfishness'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111247640446705356</id><published>2005-04-02T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T13:13:24.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>helo</title><content type='html'>So here I am on this saturday afternoon hanging out in the computer lab. I was attempting to get some of my homework done, but found that I don;t have time as I have to leave for basketball soon. final FOUR! its sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I                            d       r       i           f               t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I move towards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                      emptyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathing becomes voluntary&lt;br /&gt;body lags&lt;br /&gt;                     seeks to find&lt;br /&gt;pitty&lt;br /&gt;         it does not suffice&lt;br /&gt;seeks to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Love&lt;br /&gt;It does not answer&lt;br /&gt;so it continues to drag on........ and on.......... and on............&lt;br /&gt;until the anchor reaches oceans floor&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Matthew Groot ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111247640446705356?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111247640446705356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111247640446705356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111247640446705356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111247640446705356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/04/helo_02.html' title='helo'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111247569535364075</id><published>2005-04-02T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T13:01:35.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>helo</title><content type='html'>What the heck is a template&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111247569535364075?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111247569535364075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111247569535364075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111247569535364075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111247569535364075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/04/helo.html' title='helo'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111221477175779187</id><published>2005-03-30T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T12:32:51.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>error</title><content type='html'>Today is wednesday it has been a fair while since I have posted on my blog, but thats because I don't think people read it that often anywz. But that is o.k cause I want to keep writing. o.k So I just have sat here for like ten minutes thinking of what to write, and no ideas are coming to my head. Well there is ideas but they are just not flowing how I want them to. grrr I will figure this out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111221477175779187?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111221477175779187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111221477175779187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111221477175779187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111221477175779187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/error.html' title='error'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111180749599389897</id><published>2005-03-25T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T19:24:55.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day I went to nans yesturday and had a great time there with him and his family as me mark spelt over and went to church with him the next morning, after that I went to marks house, we went out for fish and chips and then went hot tubbing and played a lil fuseball and pool. Now we are just chillaxin at his place, its pretty fun. I hope everyone has a great Weekend, and remember the importance of Easter. No poem till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111180749599389897?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111180749599389897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111180749599389897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111180749599389897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111180749599389897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111170173388634492</id><published>2005-03-24T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:02:13.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a gorgeous Day</title><content type='html'>Here is a poem about of what happens when I get off site of what the Lord has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no good on my own&lt;br /&gt;I always turn astray&lt;br /&gt;I’m a sheep with a shepherd&lt;br /&gt;I thought it more fun that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left behind a father&lt;br /&gt;I left behind a soul&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m stuck deep down&lt;br /&gt;In this endless hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling deeper&lt;br /&gt;If only I was caught&lt;br /&gt;If only I had listened&lt;br /&gt;To the things I'd been taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets colder deeper down&lt;br /&gt;My body now is faint&lt;br /&gt;In it residues&lt;br /&gt;An awful sinful taint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally hit rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is all I see&lt;br /&gt;Except for a spec of light&lt;br /&gt;Where I came from originally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this light I long for&lt;br /&gt;Since I've fallen down&lt;br /&gt;I need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;Or in this well I'll drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;will make me go astray&lt;br /&gt;I can't face that fall again&lt;br /&gt;So in the this light I'll stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111170173388634492?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111170173388634492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111170173388634492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111170173388634492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111170173388634492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-gorgeous-day.html' title='Its a gorgeous Day'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111146742707843327</id><published>2005-03-21T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:57:07.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>Here is a poem about Meaghan, and Jaimi two of my favourite people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls From 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres these two girls that I know&lt;br /&gt;who both act very crazy&lt;br /&gt;although productive they may seem&lt;br /&gt;there both kind of lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words to describe them&lt;br /&gt;is energetic and outgoing&lt;br /&gt;always having fun&lt;br /&gt;and there smiles always showing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There fun to be around&lt;br /&gt;They can brighten any day&lt;br /&gt;There smiles are contageous&lt;br /&gt;It's their style its their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up meg and Jaimi&lt;br /&gt;These few words come to mind&lt;br /&gt;They're carasmatic and exuberent&lt;br /&gt;Always loving, sweet and kind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111146742707843327?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111146742707843327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111146742707843327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111146742707843327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111146742707843327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111108749228481746</id><published>2005-03-17T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T11:24:52.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy saint Patties day</title><content type='html'>Happy saint patricks day! Today is a gorgeous thursday. It is also laundry day, so that is what I have been doing all this morning is attemtping to get all my laundry done! I have no classes which is really nice, I needed that today. I was going to help at Kidz club but I have a really important theatre meeting that I must attend! So I will have to go to taht next week. My sister Lynn arrived safely in Europe, Austria I think is where the plane landed! no word from my parents yet, they are probably having too much fun, to call. Oh well. Hope you all have a great day. Enjoy the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking truth, and praying, will lead me on my way&lt;br /&gt;To stay upon the path, where I know I must stay&lt;br /&gt;Growing and maturing, as further down I go&lt;br /&gt;Hoping in the Lord, and trusting that I'll grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily read the word, It's how will know God more&lt;br /&gt;Trust his guiding hand, down the path that you explore&lt;br /&gt;He is there to prosper, and lead you to his thrown&lt;br /&gt;Trust him now and always, and you'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Matthew Groot ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111108749228481746?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111108749228481746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111108749228481746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111108749228481746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111108749228481746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-saint-patties-day.html' title='Happy saint Patties day'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111098992305638525</id><published>2005-03-16T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T08:18:43.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow I haven't posted in awhile</title><content type='html'>So its been like a week and I actually wrote a few poems  between then but I haven't got around to posting anything due to fact that there is no internet up in our house. So my Parents left yesturday to go to Australia for 3 weeks or so, not going to lye I am fairly jealous of them, I mean australia! that is amazing! Also today my sister Lynn leaves for Europe with her Choir group at my old school Fraser Valley Christian. But I guess I am satisfied with living here in Ontario. I just acecd my enviro midterm so that was pretty sweet! its about time! I am not sure yet of what to write, oh wait I just searched my pockets and found one! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called Obstacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling down the path of life&lt;br /&gt;I find things in my way&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me fall from God&lt;br /&gt;and that make me go astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its these things that seperate&lt;br /&gt;and make him lose my trust&lt;br /&gt;I want these to be washed away&lt;br /&gt;or blown away as dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight them almost everday&lt;br /&gt;It makes me weary and tired&lt;br /&gt;I can't grow faint and fall away&lt;br /&gt;I must renew the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the fuel to keep these flames&lt;br /&gt;They must ingnite my heart&lt;br /&gt;To drive the blood within my veins&lt;br /&gt;And keep me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Matthew Groot ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111098992305638525?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111098992305638525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111098992305638525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111098992305638525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111098992305638525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/wow-i-havent-posted-in-awhile.html' title='wow I haven&apos;t posted in awhile'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111047634893731509</id><published>2005-03-10T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T09:39:08.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toronto Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>I get to see my sis today this rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream bigger&lt;br /&gt;Dreams got crushed by reality&lt;br /&gt;Reality bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream again&lt;br /&gt;Dare to over come reality&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing hold you down&lt;br /&gt;Your greater than you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has power&lt;br /&gt;Its using it thats hard&lt;br /&gt;But let the confidence over come&lt;br /&gt;Show who you really are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream larger&lt;br /&gt;Let no one bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Aim for the moon!&lt;br /&gt;Even if you miss you'll land among stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Matthew Groot (The two lines at the end aren't original but they fit well) ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111047634893731509?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111047634893731509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111047634893731509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111047634893731509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111047634893731509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/toronto-here-i-come.html' title='Toronto Here I Come!'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111041396297889116</id><published>2005-03-09T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:19:22.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour</title><content type='html'>Christina is coming tomorrow ! I am very excited to see my sister who is flying in from BC, I some how have to get to toronto to see her and hang out with her, should be a blast! So that is what is awesome! So our dorm has become a charity case as we have no money to spend on food anymore. So one of the head ladies at the office Sharon Scottsman sent out an email to all the HA's that they have to invite us over for dinner! So our dorm is stoked about that. Anywyz I wrote this poem today in History class, its about summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petals falling gently&lt;br /&gt;Springs End is near&lt;br /&gt;Leaves come in full&lt;br /&gt;As summer time is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle winds draw close&lt;br /&gt;Tips of mountains melt&lt;br /&gt;Spring run offs raise the lakes&lt;br /&gt;The rays now are felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streets of laughter fill&lt;br /&gt;Worries now on hold&lt;br /&gt;Campers all packed up&lt;br /&gt;Camp Fire stories Told!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer times so free!&lt;br /&gt;Its just chilling with your friends&lt;br /&gt;Making with them memories&lt;br /&gt;Until the summer ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Matthew Groot ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111041396297889116?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111041396297889116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111041396297889116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111041396297889116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111041396297889116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/bonjour.html' title='Bonjour'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111021365064828631</id><published>2005-03-07T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T08:40:50.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning</title><content type='html'>Today has been a good day, although I have only been up for a few hours, I was able to make it class on time and actually enjoy the material being covered in class! I decided to write now, because the rest of my day is looking to be quite busy. So I thought was about time I wrote a new poem. This one is going to be about fishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruising up and down the lake&lt;br /&gt;Slowly trolling on&lt;br /&gt;We've been here since 6 this morning&lt;br /&gt;yet it doesn't feel that long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desigated to our seats&lt;br /&gt;which were picked when I was five&lt;br /&gt;slowly the rod goes back and forth&lt;br /&gt;as if it were alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above the lake&lt;br /&gt;An eagle it will glide&lt;br /&gt;Searching for its prey below&lt;br /&gt;with honor and with pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I hear the call&lt;br /&gt;of our friend upon the dollar&lt;br /&gt;That gorgeous spotted loon&lt;br /&gt;With its white band as its collar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to fishing&lt;br /&gt;Than bringing in a fish&lt;br /&gt;Its enjoying God's creation&lt;br /&gt;and the company your with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Matthew Groot ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111021365064828631?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111021365064828631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111021365064828631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111021365064828631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111021365064828631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/monday-morning.html' title='Monday Morning'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111017162701857357</id><published>2005-03-06T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:00:27.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sunday</title><content type='html'>o.k heres an old poem I wrote about society. I think was like grade 11 material or something. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIETY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on my computer and what do I see&lt;br /&gt;Naked pictures staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;I ask for something else but what do I get&lt;br /&gt;words that say steamy hot and wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A commercial for soap will turn our eye&lt;br /&gt;when we see the chest of that girl or that Guy&lt;br /&gt;We all know it's wrong and yet we all look&lt;br /&gt;See how much our societies took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken the love, it's taken the beauty&lt;br /&gt;And focused it on the bust and the booty&lt;br /&gt;From the outside it looks fun and amusing&lt;br /&gt;But take a look closer and see the abusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys feel like they need money to impress&lt;br /&gt;Girls think they need the perfect body and the prettiest dress.&lt;br /&gt;Do minds count for nothing anymore&lt;br /&gt;Can humor not cheer a heart that is sore ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the love but make sure it's real&lt;br /&gt;These our my thoughts, and that's how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111017162701857357?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111017162701857357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111017162701857357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111017162701857357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111017162701857357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-sunday.html' title='Oh sunday'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-111006541727804312</id><published>2005-03-05T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T15:30:17.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title Please</title><content type='html'>So today is a gorgeous saturday, and yet I have spent the majority of it sitting in front of the comptuer attemtpting to get a couple of my papers started, which I did, I got them started, not as far as I would have hoped, but sometimes the mind just doesn't always want to go! Last night I went to Heidi Bentum's brothers stag and Doe and had a lot of fun, Nan Nick Mark and I, had a real blast there. Dancing it up and eating cheap pizza hanging out with friends made for a good time. Tonight I think I plan to like watch a movie and call it an early night. I am not exactly sure what I am to write about today. I may just quote some lyrics from another song. This song just popped into my head, we used to sing it back in Church when I was just a youngen, I really like the words to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coloring Song Words and music by Dave Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the color of the blood that flowed&lt;br /&gt;Down the face of Someone Who loved us so&lt;br /&gt;He's the perfect man, He's the Lord's own son,&lt;br /&gt;He's the Lamb of God, He's the only one&lt;br /&gt;That can give us life, that can make us grow,&lt;br /&gt;That can make the love between us flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is the color of a heart so cold&lt;br /&gt;It will not bend when the story's told&lt;br /&gt;Of the love of God for a sinful race&lt;br /&gt;Of the blood that flowed down Jesus face&lt;br /&gt;That can give us life, that can make us grow&lt;br /&gt;That can keep our hearts from growing cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold is the color of the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;That shines so freely an every one&lt;br /&gt;It's the sun above that keeps us warm&lt;br /&gt;It's the Son of love that calms the storm&lt;br /&gt;That can give us life that can make us grow,&lt;br /&gt;That can turn our mornings into gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown is the color of the autumn leaves&lt;br /&gt;When the winter comes to the barren trees&lt;br /&gt;There is birth, there is death, there is a plan&lt;br /&gt;And there's just one God, and there's just one man&lt;br /&gt;That can give us life, that can make us grow&lt;br /&gt;That can make our sins as white as snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That can give us life, that can make us grow&lt;br /&gt;That can turn our mornings into gold.&lt;br /&gt;That can give us life, that can make us grow&lt;br /&gt;That can keep our hearts from growing cold.&lt;br /&gt;That can give us life, that can make us grow&lt;br /&gt;That can make the love between us flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-111006541727804312?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/111006541727804312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=111006541727804312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111006541727804312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/111006541727804312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-title-please.html' title='No Title Please'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110979587739516219</id><published>2005-03-02T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T17:53:46.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil  bit of time to write</title><content type='html'>been a bit since I have blogged, but in recent, news I am all better, never really figured out what I had but oh well. So what is exciting, hmmm not too much, this week I may get to go out to a stag and doh this weekend which should be pretty fun for my friend Heidi bentums brothers engagement. and Orion is supposed to come down in a few weeks! and Christina has talked about coming down in march as well! March is an exciting month for my family, as there are a lot of birthdays and this year a lot of trips! Lynn is off to Europe my parents are off to Australia! and Christina is flying out here! So a lot of excitement going on this month! Hard to believe how fast things are going by. I think I may write a poem after tonight when, I have finished class then dinner then a project meeting, than another meeting, by then I should have time! Take care all, and stay healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up in morning what runs through your head&lt;br /&gt;I need more sleep, or this day I'm gonna dread.&lt;br /&gt;Instead wake up and there make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna be mad, or you going to rejoice ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the key to making good days great&lt;br /&gt;throwing on a smile, and putting away all hate&lt;br /&gt;People will start to wander, and ask the question why&lt;br /&gt;You can use this opportunity to explain what you live by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little a simple little choice can really change your day&lt;br /&gt;It will change how you act and it will change what you say&lt;br /&gt;So Tomorrow when you wake, think before you rise&lt;br /&gt;Your day may just be a bit better, what a big surpise !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Matthew Groot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110979587739516219?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110979587739516219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110979587739516219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110979587739516219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110979587739516219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/03/lil-bit-of-time-to-write.html' title='lil  bit of time to write'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110940242985080829</id><published>2005-02-25T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:20:29.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate hospitals</title><content type='html'>So the last two days were good and bad, on wednesday peter finally arrived so that was sweet we had a lot of fun at crabby joes. That night was not so fun as I started to sweat, and then shiver, then have everything spinning on me. I didn't really sleep, so I went to the hospital, and after blood tests they said something was abnormal with my blood but they didn't know waht it was. That night me brouwer and Sarah watched "saw" it was good movie, I was too tired and sick to go to the ranch, althought that would have been fun. So today I went back for bloodtests and I also got a chest xray done. they said my blood was still abnormal but less then yesturday and nothing showed bad on the chest xray so I was sent home after a total of 8 and half hours in the hospital between the 2 days with no medication or nothing just told to drink plenty of fluids and to come in again if anything got worse. So that made for a great couple days.  So what to write for poems today I think I will choose some lyrics from a band that I like too tired and drugged up to write one myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a song to sing  Words can't express my love For You  &lt;br /&gt;And I will follow every pathway as You lead   And I will climb on every mountain as You lead      Oh to travel through the world for You  I'll tell them all about You They will see You in me&lt;br /&gt;They will see You in me Since You took my darkest part And gave Light&lt;br /&gt;I pledge my life to You  Oh this is so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Vijay Manuel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110940242985080829?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110940242985080829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110940242985080829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110940242985080829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110940242985080829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hate-hospitals.html' title='I hate hospitals'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110911269781541966</id><published>2005-02-22T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:51:37.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a snowy tuesday and I thought I would take sometime to say hello, I started working out today, and that went bad, I am sore and very tired, supposively brouwer is down right now, but he has failed to contact me yet! I have a night class in an hour at 7 pm and I dread it, cause I hate night classes. not sure what to write for a poem yet. maybe one about how sore I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sore&lt;br /&gt;my muscles I tore&lt;br /&gt;I still look the same&lt;br /&gt;it is quite a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe in time&lt;br /&gt;I'll look real fine&lt;br /&gt;But for now&lt;br /&gt;I'll  look like a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't lift my arm&lt;br /&gt;so I can't do no harm&lt;br /&gt;too tired to write&lt;br /&gt;that's all goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matthew (bad poem)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110911269781541966?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110911269781541966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110911269781541966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110911269781541966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110911269781541966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-is-snowy-tuesday-and-i-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110867827144181912</id><published>2005-02-17T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T14:11:11.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all alone</title><content type='html'>Here I am on this really boring thursday home by myself as the guys are in NewYork and I am here by myself for volleyball :(  But I have made the most of it by sleeping in, and avoiding homework and eating chicken fingers. This is a poem for my little nephew reuben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my little nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben you’re a precious gift&lt;br /&gt;That God has given to me&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you are part of his plan&lt;br /&gt;Although you’re a little young to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to love and do my best&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you face troubles&lt;br /&gt;I’ll walk with you in the park&lt;br /&gt;And to teach you to blow bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much I can learn from you&lt;br /&gt;Even when your small&lt;br /&gt;I learn again what it means to believe&lt;br /&gt;That someone will catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so much life to live&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to see you grow&lt;br /&gt;Into a handsome boy&lt;br /&gt;It’s a Groot trait to let you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110867827144181912?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110867827144181912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110867827144181912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110867827144181912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110867827144181912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-alone.html' title='all alone'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110815132502034478</id><published>2005-02-11T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:50:02.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile since I blogged</title><content type='html'>This poem is for nick, because hes sitting beside me, and I love him, he is the coolest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick you are a guy who I thinks is very nice&lt;br /&gt;You always are so happy, and your head is free of Lice&lt;br /&gt;I like to talk to you, because you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;I think its really funny when I pull hair off your calf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its very funny, when you fart when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Nan doesn't like it cause his eyes begin to weep&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you are my buddy I am glad you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;will be best friends forever, because we have no one else but eacother but I am glad you are my brother, and were there for one another, ALL THE WAY TO THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Matthew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110815132502034478?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110815132502034478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110815132502034478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110815132502034478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110815132502034478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-been-awhile-since-i-blogged.html' title='Its been awhile since I blogged'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110775418412893195</id><published>2005-02-06T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:29:44.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wrote this poem yesturday just thought I would post it tonight, as tomorrow I will have no time to write. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place called heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver, Gold and Crystal streams&lt;br /&gt;A place where Love always teams&lt;br /&gt;A place where sin has no place&lt;br /&gt;Where a smile is upon each face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place so perfect, One can't describe&lt;br /&gt;Or even imagine the beauty inside&lt;br /&gt;A place where most everyone wants to be&lt;br /&gt;But few are predestined, and chosen to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where we wait to go&lt;br /&gt;But just wanting heaven is that rightfull so ?&lt;br /&gt;We should be waiting to meet our creator&lt;br /&gt;The one who has saved us and wants us to be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say ? What would you do?I&lt;br /&gt;n front of the man that died for you&lt;br /&gt;It would be hard to speak, to a man so Great&lt;br /&gt;Resisting all sin, and fulfilling his fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to heaven I look forward to see&lt;br /&gt;The King almighty in all his Glory&lt;br /&gt;To hear the trumpets to See Our King&lt;br /&gt;To join with Saints and together all Sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory Glory Hallelu&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to be God who saved me and you&lt;br /&gt;Glory Glory Exalt his name&lt;br /&gt;To the King of the heavens be all Glory and Fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110775418412893195?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110775418412893195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110775418412893195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110775418412893195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110775418412893195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/02/wrote-this-poem-yesturday-just-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110771764904023562</id><published>2005-02-06T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T11:20:49.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl 39!</title><content type='html'>I hate the superbowl so I am not going to be watching that today, I am also too tired. I need to catch up on some seriously needed sleep. But before I head to bed at 2:00 pm I figured I should write a poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouargement to the Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave us His Word, to be used for his Glory&lt;br /&gt;To teach us and guide us in one unfolding story&lt;br /&gt;I think often we forget the power of His Word&lt;br /&gt;And often forget the messages we've heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this to encourage those of us who forget&lt;br /&gt;And who fall short of requirements that we have not met&lt;br /&gt;We don't deserve this gift that God gives&lt;br /&gt;But he gave it to us and through it we live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets make an effort to read and grow strong&lt;br /&gt;We owe it to God who's loved us all along&lt;br /&gt;Through his book we'll know our God more&lt;br /&gt;And grow closer to Him, that's what his Words for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Matthew Groot ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110771764904023562?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110771764904023562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110771764904023562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110771764904023562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110771764904023562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/02/super-bowl-39.html' title='Super Bowl 39!'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110745106800646693</id><published>2005-02-03T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T09:17:48.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a thursday, and I am off to volleyball, we play durham. I am too lazy to write a poem today I have written half of poems a lot yet, but have not got around to finishing them all of yet, maybe this weekend, will see. Anywyz Here is an old poem I wrote that I thought I would put on the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love song to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humbly you came to a solemn earth below&lt;br /&gt;Though the future you knew, you still chose to go&lt;br /&gt;You had your followers, and though at first they were few&lt;br /&gt;You taught them to teach others of the love that is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exalting your father, you died for man&lt;br /&gt;Bearing our sins, as the sacrificed lamb&lt;br /&gt;Little would know, the battle you won&lt;br /&gt;As the living lamb, God's only son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew who I was before I was born&lt;br /&gt;You knew when I would laugh you knew when i would mourn&lt;br /&gt;My every thought, me deepest pain, your their to tend&lt;br /&gt;This continual love to us, is not something we can comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mocked you at the cross, and Jesus you forgave&lt;br /&gt;You took my sins, and erased them, when you arose from the grave&lt;br /&gt;And now I stand in awe of the power that is you&lt;br /&gt;Take my empty heart, fill and make me new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110745106800646693?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110745106800646693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110745106800646693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110745106800646693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110745106800646693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-is-thursday-and-i-am-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110715609246125640</id><published>2005-01-30T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T23:21:32.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boarding</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day of snowboarding, I went to blew with a few peeps and rocked the slopes. Boarding seems to be my fancy of late. Me Markus and Dustin ripped in a few pretty insain runs. I have written in a day or two, thought I should try to write another poem as I took in some really good insights today from a book called "When God Whispers Your Name" by Max Lucado (I strongly recomend). He just talked about actually seeing God. It is something that is talked about here and there, but actually having a conversation and seeing him in heaven, just blew my mind to think about. So I decided to write a poem on my thoughts about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses did which most would dream&lt;br /&gt;To see what most have not seen&lt;br /&gt;To talk to God and hear him speak&lt;br /&gt;To lead God's people when their weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even Got the chance to see&lt;br /&gt;What we are told and believe to be&lt;br /&gt;God himself, the father of all&lt;br /&gt;He answered Moses' plead and call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine being face to face&lt;br /&gt;With the Father who's brought so much Grace&lt;br /&gt;Who's healed your wounds, and calmed your fears&lt;br /&gt;and been with you for all your years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To talk and laugh and walk with him&lt;br /&gt;In a place that has no sin&lt;br /&gt;Yet here on earth we're never satisfied&lt;br /&gt;But when we see God that will all subside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll  feel the awe and feel his Glory&lt;br /&gt;We'll  be able to put a face to the story&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to that very Day&lt;br /&gt;When I'm face to face and I'm am able to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;A sinner, who you gave a destiny&lt;br /&gt;To be with you, to walk and roam&lt;br /&gt;To be called your child, and brought back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Matthew Groot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s really think about it! It's AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110715609246125640?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110715609246125640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110715609246125640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110715609246125640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110715609246125640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/01/boarding.html' title='Boarding'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110698753513162841</id><published>2005-01-28T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:32:15.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not sure of a good title yet</title><content type='html'>Today was a eventfull day full of boring classes and lamer discussions. But that is alright cause I got to play volleyball so that was fun, even though we lost....again. Oh well life goes on. I decided to write a poem on love today so I am going corinthians to find some information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind&lt;br /&gt;It always has good intentions in mind&lt;br /&gt;It always hopes and always perserveres&lt;br /&gt;It knows when to joke and when to shed some tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never boasts and it never fails&lt;br /&gt;It was shown to us by the nails&lt;br /&gt;On the cross where she Jesus died&lt;br /&gt;To forgive by Love, When crucified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not self seeking love is not rude&lt;br /&gt;It's the willingless to listen in the middle of a feud&lt;br /&gt;Love is not easily angered love forgives the past&lt;br /&gt;Love is a gift from God, that he designed forever to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will always protect, and always trust&lt;br /&gt;It fights through the hard times like it must&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling you know when it is there&lt;br /&gt;Love will grow, with the power of prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Matthew Groot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110698753513162841?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110698753513162841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110698753513162841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110698753513162841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110698753513162841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-sure-of-good-title-yet.html' title='not sure of a good title yet'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110680451850461747</id><published>2005-01-26T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:41:58.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spark</title><content type='html'>Today was a gorgeously cold day at redeemer, filled of early classes, quizes and some good volleyball. Our vball team played at humber it was a pretty sweet time even though we lost 3 in a row. I am working on  healthier life style as of this past week I guess, in mind and in physical being, tired of being sick in both. Craig led in some really good devotions yesturday about swearing and how our society has just let so much go, and how much it offends God when we take his name in Vain, just made me really think a lot about my own choice of words I use everyday. So here's a poem about the 3rd commandment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's done it, it's easy to do&lt;br /&gt;I know I have done it and I'm sure you have too&lt;br /&gt;The very mouth we use to praise Jesus our King&lt;br /&gt;Is the same mouth where foul words we sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hurts more than misusing his name&lt;br /&gt;We know better and ought to be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;This societies allowed for men to curse&lt;br /&gt;We think its nothing but look at this verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James three describes the tongue like a spark&lt;br /&gt;It's small but powerfull and can leave a bad mark&lt;br /&gt;God calls us to use our tongue to always honour him&lt;br /&gt;Yet everyday we find ourselves committing the same sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only pray for forgiveness and to have self control&lt;br /&gt;To be slow with our tongues and know most of all&lt;br /&gt;That God is forgiving, but we must be sincere&lt;br /&gt;Though the rudder is small the whole ship it does stear (James 3:4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at James 3 it is an amazing chapter about respecting the Lord's Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110680451850461747?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110680451850461747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110680451850461747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110680451850461747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110680451850461747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/01/spark.html' title='Spark'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110663700582416312</id><published>2005-01-24T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T23:10:05.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wusssup</title><content type='html'>So today was o.k, lots of classes went our for a birthday tonight it was pretty fun, but I will grab a poem that I have wrote in the past and post it up here hope you guys like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt me no more It's not really fair&lt;br /&gt;My heart you tore Without a care&lt;br /&gt;I promised to love you It wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;You know I was true Man life is tough&lt;br /&gt;Black is my heart Just let me be&lt;br /&gt;I Know I'm not smartBut there's still love in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp thats all for today. (Kip) Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110663700582416312?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110663700582416312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110663700582416312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110663700582416312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110663700582416312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/01/wusssup.html' title='wusssup'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110634527999678280</id><published>2005-01-21T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T14:07:59.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, today was such a cold day, I woke up to -30 weather with like a -43 wind chill not so fun. Last night I went to go play volleyball against sheridan. They weren't very good, but it was still fun. I got to play power, that was fairly embarassing but I still enjoyed it and I hope to get to play it again sometime soon. Today was a long boring day, thanks to having a 3 hour enviro lab. But tonight I plan to do something fun. Although I still have to find time to work on a project for Infotech, so that'll suck. I am rather too tired to write a poem right now so I will think I will just post an old one that I've written, it is called: "Simple Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When arrows fly from cupids bow&lt;br /&gt;There are some things you ought to know&lt;br /&gt;That respect and honesty will get you far&lt;br /&gt;They show a person who you really are&lt;br /&gt;be a friend, the best you can be&lt;br /&gt;Then love will blossom perfectly&lt;br /&gt;A kind of love that's deeper than most&lt;br /&gt;One that you will be proud to boast&lt;br /&gt;Maintaing this love is a tricky thing&lt;br /&gt;There are some virtues that you must bring&lt;br /&gt;A smile, and patience to name a few&lt;br /&gt;Hold your love,show her your true&lt;br /&gt;So cherish these words that this wiseman once said&lt;br /&gt;"Once you've found love don't don't let it go dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Peace out  ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110634527999678280?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110634527999678280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110634527999678280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110634527999678280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110634527999678280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-today-was-such-cold-day-i-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110624826642070937</id><published>2005-01-20T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T11:11:06.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>O.k so I am getting extremely tired of the internet not working at my house. The school makes these promises to us that they will have the internet up and running all the time and it always crashes, talk about frustration, arg. Well today is a beautiful thursday, beautiful for a few reasons, the number one reason being that the sun is just shing and it is gorgeous outside, it is also beautiful because I have no classes today :) I love days like that. I have decided to add and write a few more poems to this blog, although I am pretty sure that no one knows that this blog exists yet, but thats o.k I will have to send it to my grandma. The Poem I am writing today, is called "A reason for Everything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Reason For Everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discoveries I've made, have left me with some thought&lt;br /&gt;Why certain things may happen, why certain things may not&lt;br /&gt;I've always been taught, that for everything there's a reason&lt;br /&gt;From why people die,  to the changing of the season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to often see, Why God may let things be&lt;br /&gt;When I know he has the power to make things better for me&lt;br /&gt;Selfish are my thoughts, but I'm sure these thoughts are shared&lt;br /&gt;But I know that God has reasons, but not knowing leaves me scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humans we are limited, To see God's future plans&lt;br /&gt;We are bound to sin, we don't hold the world in our hands&lt;br /&gt;We must only know one thing, our God is in control&lt;br /&gt;And he has reasons unknown, to save our inner souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110624826642070937?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110624826642070937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110624826642070937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110624826642070937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110624826642070937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/01/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110615090488506513</id><published>2005-01-19T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T08:08:24.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>well here I am again actually making it my blog, crazyness. I just got out of an interesting Environmental studies class, although I had a hard time getting up for that 10 oclock class. (pathetic I know) I have decided to try to write at least two poems a week, today I am just going to be putting a poem that I have wrote in the past, called &lt;em&gt;Sunset&lt;/em&gt;. I have also decided today that I am going to start forcing myself to work out more and get in better shape I am tired of being a slug, my body doesn't physically show it too much, but I definately feel it out on the volleyball court or the squash courts. Welp that's all for now peeps, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days unfold, a pillaring light&lt;br /&gt;Shines and glistens oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;Heats the earth, and fills the skies&lt;br /&gt;With majestic colours to our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of the day this pillar falls down&lt;br /&gt;It brings an aura to all around&lt;br /&gt;These colours become vivid and pretty&lt;br /&gt;And reflect from ocean’s tide to towers in city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows vanquish, darkness draws near&lt;br /&gt;Round another corner the sun will appear&lt;br /&gt;Clouds become victim, to sunlight rays&lt;br /&gt;Colours that reflect over the large pacific waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None can deny the beauty it shows&lt;br /&gt;Its shared by all this fire that glows&lt;br /&gt;God’s gift to man, to show them his might&lt;br /&gt;That beautiful sunset, that magnificent sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110615090488506513?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110615090488506513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110615090488506513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110615090488506513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110615090488506513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225932.post-110603044732525048</id><published>2005-01-17T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:41:02.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 17</title><content type='html'>So today, was a pretty lovely day full of boring classes, the only class I was looking forward to I had to leave early so that I could run home and grab my volleyball clothing, as I had practice at 11. I discovered blogging today, which is pretty neat. I decided to make this a place to share some things in my life as well as being able to share some poetry that I enjoy writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem that I wrote not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love song to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;humbly you came to a solemn earth below&lt;br /&gt;Though the future you knew, you still chose to go&lt;br /&gt;YOu had your followers, and though at first they were few&lt;br /&gt;You taught them to teach others of the love that is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exalting your father, you died for man&lt;br /&gt;Bearing our sins, as the sacrificed lamb&lt;br /&gt;Little would know, the battle you won&lt;br /&gt;As the living lamb, God's only son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew who I was before I was born&lt;br /&gt;You knew when I would laugh you knew when i would mourn&lt;br /&gt;My every thought, me deepest pain, your their to tend&lt;br /&gt;This continual love to us, is not something we can comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mocked you at the cross, and Jesus you forgave&lt;br /&gt;You took my sins, and erased them, when you arose from the grave&lt;br /&gt;And now I stand in awe of the power that is you&lt;br /&gt;Take my empty heart, fill and make me new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I write poetry for fun, but mostly I write it when I have a feeling inside me that I have to get out, so that poem simply states how I feel towards my God, and how truely amazing his grace really is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of life passes in and out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Wakes up with me in the morning and when I go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in class, words will shoot pass my mind&lt;br /&gt;As I think about what sort of meaning I should find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear talk of meaning in my devotions&lt;br /&gt;And it will tag at my heart, and give me an emotion&lt;br /&gt;I sit and I read, that everything is meaningless&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wander what is meaningful in this abyss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a meaning that's meant to fill this empty heart&lt;br /&gt;Seems every time I search for it, I'm right back at the start&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to get it right, its harder to make it last&lt;br /&gt;When I think to things I've done both present and the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will press on, for God calls us to be his own&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one I got, and I still seek to see his thrown&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of trying to find, I'm no good by myself&lt;br /&gt;I know I need the truth, and its right there on my shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so very simple, he calls me everyday&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I be a friend and listen to what he has to say&lt;br /&gt;A God that IS love, has only good intentions&lt;br /&gt;He created me and loves me, he sees no imperfections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I trust this love, the hole thats in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will burst out overflowing, and will want to take in part&lt;br /&gt;In a universal Showing of Christ to every nation&lt;br /&gt;And that God has won the battle, and is taking back his creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem now, just to express my frustations of lacking a meaning in my life, my frustation is more with myself, that I know that God is calling me home, and I don't listen, I think Christians often struggle with that, but when we see what God has truely done for our lives and are reminded through his word, the love that he has for us. We cannot help but fall back onto our heavenly father and thank him for what he has done for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225932-110603044732525048?l=mgroot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/feeds/110603044732525048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225932&amp;postID=110603044732525048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110603044732525048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225932/posts/default/110603044732525048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mgroot.blogspot.com/2005/01/january-17.html' title='January 17'/><author><name>Grootster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02166561994908275394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/261/3004/320/mattnreub1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
