Introductions are in order...

        Well, I have finally caved in to having a blog. I suppose this might intrigue some people but I think that, with a little perseverance and hard work I can make this an enjoyable exercise. Being as this is the first entry into my new blog I suppose that it is only fitting to introduce myself. I am currently a student of history and philosophy at the University Of South Florida in Tampa, Florida. My Historical specialty is in the Marginalization and persecution of the middle ages particularly in Italy in the Later Middle Ages. My philosophy encompasses Plato, Heidegger, Aristotle, Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Kant, Bacon, and several more authors. I am a male, 6'1", lanky, brown hair, mustache and goatee, with green eyes and scalp psoriasis. Currently my Religious ideas are those of an avowed atheist, with a special place for God in my heart ;).


        This all being said, I believe that it is time to lay out the foundations of this blog from which to work from. Foremost I apologize for the syntax being relatively dry so far but I am sure that once we get to know each other it will soften. I believe that as a blog this article should attempt to connect with people in various ways. Therefore, I will be making weekly updates to the blog in the form of Intellectual arguments and information of a historical context, Poetry, Philosophical Masturbation, and regular updates about my life because I know you will be just dying to hear about it. Also I think it is important to discuss briefly why this blog is called Franciscan at the Beach. Well, plainly put, I thought that the idea of having a Franciscan friar dressed in his habit at the beach to be extremely amusing to myself. I hope you find it that way as well. All this being said I hope that you enjoy the first weeks selection of creativity.

        This is a poem that I penned (and by penned I mean typed) about 3-4 months ago. It has inspired several different people to write things of their own. I hope you enjoy it and any reactionary details are always enjoyed. It is titled  

Welcome Aboard The Ship

Plow on ahead my friend

see if you can finish this race well done

cuz once the sun is up and the mornin's come

its with deaths  fingers we tend

go on through your life living each day like your last

and keep on walking son head held high

and see if you cant die

a smile upon your lips and sit as your sun falls from the sky

You were up each morn to work all day

at night you came back home

a little less the man you were

when you set out the time before

but at the end of days well sit and wait

on that dock we used to know

and see old death come up and take your hand

leading you into the unknown

don't be scared my lad, don't be scared my lad

of what might lie beyond

for its for him to know, the black dressed man

and for us to ponder so

but when your tickets called

and your time is up, go with him quietly

cuz you've earned your rest from this waking world

time to lie down and catch your train

but at the end of days its there he'll sit

with you right at his side

and you'll both sit and stare out over the sea

and walk out amongst the waves

dont be scared my lad, dont be scared my lad

of what might lie beyond

for its for him to know, the black dressed man

and for us to ponder so

in the end he is your greatest friend

knowing you've done your best

you've worked so hard, passed every test

and hes here to watch you sleep

He'll lay you down on golden bed

light as smoke you'll be

and just close your eyes and drift away

out over the poundin sea

dont be scared my lad, dont be scared my lad

of what might lie beyond

for its for him to know, the black dressed man

and for us to ponder so

dont mourn for those who've had their numbers called

envy them all the more

they've escaped this mess

and now its time for me

Ill walk on by like a ghost some say

and head down to my ship

I just want to head out with the riggin' full

dont shed no tears for me

dont be scared my lad, dont be scared my lad

of what might lie beyond

for its for him to know, the black dressed man

and for us to ponder so

this weights been lifted off my back

no worry's for me now

and when I get to what lays ahead

ill sit and wait for you

It might not be angels for me to sit around

it might be demons prodding me

either way I won't know yet

until that ship has dropped anchor

and this little voice inside my head

is full of hopes and dreams

so it must wait awhile it seems

to cut sails and head home

dont be scared my lad, dont be scared my lad

of what might lie beyond

for its for him to know, the black dressed man

and for us to ponder so

When I finally my curiosity sate

I'm sure ill be surprised

with the way I look and the way I feel

but whats it matter now just yet

Ive got a few good years of living I bet

and who's to call me now

Ill be the master of my own god damned fate

And leave this world a better place

So this race I run has not yet come

to the point Ive come to know

Is it a marathon or just a sprint

before I decide to go?

dont be scared my lad, dont be scared my lad

of what might lie beyond

for its for him to know, the black dressed man

and for us to ponder so