Mondays are hard for weekends are past
Doesn’t mean one would think it were their last
People got up in the early morning
Some went off without, others got warning
The hours that were to come
Were to cause a University to go numb
What were they to do, what were they to say
On this unthinkable tragic day
32 originals whose lives were full
Fell to the ground because of a broken rule
Surrounded by love created by their school
Taken away from them because of a single minded fool
The news cast the event in the blackest of light
The students tried to fight this with all their might
Soon the news was bored of the victim’s tellings
They wanted something…something more worth selling
Then the killer’s videos were received and shown
Over and over and over and over until there’s a united moan
The 32 originals deserve to be remembered more than his weird perspective
They deserve to be remembered individually and as a collective
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
32 Originals
Ross A. Alameddine
Ross Alameddine smiles, brightening his face
He pulls you aside with jerking haste
Laughs at your shock that melts into good cheer
He just wants to reverse that test taking fear
He guides your sight to see a new screen
Something he built – his smile beams
Within those few moments this brainy dude
Put you in a much better mood
As a son and friend all were proud
When Ross was around there was not a single gray cloud
He brought moments of peace
With his quick sense of humor it was a laughing feast
Remember the smile remember the joy
Then you’ll remember Ross the charismatic boy
Christopher James Bishop
Before your very eyes Sci-Fi is born
An entire reality created through his passionate imagination
Sci-Fi worlds nation after nation
He’ll take you through hiker mountains stupendous
Villains breathing fire dripping blood how horrendous He’ll grip you with words so grand
Leading you through the Sci-Fi promise land
With a stroke of a brush there and there
Paintings are formed that get you to stare
This professor with Fullbright Scholar, good sense of humor and long hair
Had a wealth of talent and a wealth of care
Jamie’s talent the world will see
And what he stated will come to be
A loving husband, son and friend who housed a big heart
Will defiantly change the world with his powerful art
Brian Bluhm
Brian Bluhm sits with excitement building inside
Wanting the end to justifies the energetic ride
His face lights up seeing a friend over there
A smile warms his demeanor with smooth care
His genuine nature gives others love to share
Peaceful and warm a combination so rare
He’s unique as one can be keeping it real
Comfort people have around him is a wow feel
The end of the game comes with a bang
For the Tigers won joy through Brian’s voice rang
Brian’s a Christian, a son, a friend who cannot be replaced
Just remember how you light up when you saw his joyful face.
Ryan Christopher Clark
Ryan Christopher Clark’s cell rings a familiar tone
He picks it up without a groan
He speaks with sincerity of heart
His honesty and caring playing their part
He closes his cell smiles not revealing what transpired
He doesn’t indulge others in someone else’s murky mire
He gave a smile and a laugh just as he should
Ryan with the Marching Virginians Stood
The Spirit of Tech, That I may serve
No one ever got on his last nerve
His nickname was stack
A sense of humor he didn’t lack
A son, a friend and an awesome twin to
The thoughtful, loving, Virginia Tech Resident Advisor Ryan
Austin Cloyd
She’s a little housing nanny
Her kindness reaches out to lift the spirit of those who’ve lost
Something priceless, something great, something of cost
Their house, their home, their place to live
Her warm friendly persona allows her to give
She’s delightful with a smile that up builds the broken hearted
Outgoing without slowing her empathy uncharted
Volleyball and basketball kept her active with glee
A Christian whose thoughts were for all without a constant me
Austin a daughter, a friend, a rebuilder of hope
Remember how she healed other’s loss knowing she was a human Angel will soothingly cope
Jocelyne Couture-Nowak
One hand over the other she goes faster than slow
Her legs help row her to win
A medal because she knows how to swim
She kneels next to her husband in the dirt
Enjoying their time together with her garden flirt
They’d plant and plow then it’s time to look around
To explore every spot, every place, every bit of ground
They have bond so amazing it’s something to envy
Her being wonderful is the essential key
A mother, a wife, a professor of French
Jocelyne was someone that made liking her a synch