Waking up to a blue sky is, for some, considered an average gift. People seem to believe that the human eye can only gather so much beauty, yet, when the eye is in love with a site, it gathers it time and time again, creating greater images for its imagination...
I have now consumed what is called a "boat load" of reality, just in this past week. Catching up with my inner self and questioning my strongest strengths was the best thing for my heart. I found myself thinking happier thoughts of you, me, and us' together. Wonderful. Yet, I am still in the hole. Little do outsiders know, I still stand to see blue skies and hear birds sing at sunrise. I'm alive...
Before anything, I am blessed. Each character I write, I hope you read. Assuming you do, I just want to thank you for making me stronger and better each day. I'm growing and changing drastically; not for the better but for the best. Will you be there in my time of utmost triumph, to celebrate victory? After all the struggle starts to fade and the pain tames, will you return to my hand, becoming my angel again? I am happy now. I am thankful now. I am patient now. I'm alive...
God is a figure of greatness. Shall he take me home early, how will it affect/effect the one I love? With every breath I take, I say this life is a BLESSING...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Reach For the Sky
You ever notice how everything in full is located in the upright position? It’s a delicate appearance yes, because for humans, it creates support for our backbone structure. But what about the nature and time of things?
Grass. What comes to mind when grass is thought of is its color, for most anyway. As for me, I belong to the semi-colored blind gene. The weirdos who are said to not be able see true beauty yet speak about the elegance of an objects simplicity. Anywho, other than the normality of color grass possesses, what about the way it grows? Yet so low to the ground in most cases (NO-hill Florida), it grows upward as if it were reaching for higher altitudes. In relation to life and/or humans, its almost as if grass too, is seeking a better place. The sky...
Lets speak abut time shall we? Though I cannot go over all possibilities of the things in the “upright position,” I can go over nature and time; two of the most important aspects to to man. Timing is owned by everything and vise versa. Think 12 A.M. and 12 P.M. Upright right? Many of us out there love lOve LOVE the night (morning, 12 a.m.) sky. Pretty stars and Orion’s belt is OH so clear. To contrast, many enjoy the daytime sky. A time to day dream underneath the blue sky while the sunshine is at its pretty peak. But what is time really reaching for? Yes, there are “hands” on a clock, as we’ve been taught since elementary. Time acts as us humans do as well. Yet ticking one second by another, we the people take life a day at a time. All together, we, time and nature seem to always REACH FOR THE SKY...
Grass. What comes to mind when grass is thought of is its color, for most anyway. As for me, I belong to the semi-colored blind gene. The weirdos who are said to not be able see true beauty yet speak about the elegance of an objects simplicity. Anywho, other than the normality of color grass possesses, what about the way it grows? Yet so low to the ground in most cases (NO-hill Florida), it grows upward as if it were reaching for higher altitudes. In relation to life and/or humans, its almost as if grass too, is seeking a better place. The sky...
Lets speak abut time shall we? Though I cannot go over all possibilities of the things in the “upright position,” I can go over nature and time; two of the most important aspects to to man. Timing is owned by everything and vise versa. Think 12 A.M. and 12 P.M. Upright right? Many of us out there love lOve LOVE the night (morning, 12 a.m.) sky. Pretty stars and Orion’s belt is OH so clear. To contrast, many enjoy the daytime sky. A time to day dream underneath the blue sky while the sunshine is at its pretty peak. But what is time really reaching for? Yes, there are “hands” on a clock, as we’ve been taught since elementary. Time acts as us humans do as well. Yet ticking one second by another, we the people take life a day at a time. All together, we, time and nature seem to always REACH FOR THE SKY...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Easier
Imagine if everything were easy. Imagine if every problem had an easy solution; if every question had an easy answer. It seems that the easiest things flow through the vains and enter the heart, giving us a steady beat. Now, we are getting somewhere. Life...
What is this that surrounds us everyday? The problems, discussion, full on action of destruction; things that matter to the eye that is sore in advance. For once I wish we all saw light in the same shade. I wish that it were easy for the color blind folk like myself, to identify the true beauty in another’s favorite color. In that is pure passion. Love...
The easiest things are done after the participation of practice. The often said saying comes to mind; “Practice makes perfect.” But does it? Not at all, practice makes us better, to facilitate the task at hand. Using our mind to extract what is in and on our hearts is never the way to go. It fails to tell the epic novel that we utter. It fails to give meaning to why we feel the way we do. This is not a station of false hope nor a change in direction. Yet, it is a path that has brightened up and a new way to look at things. Seek...
More than enough times, you, the reader have seen me write about delicate love and my experience. A risk is but a chance to become richer. Without it, we are set up for poor value. Like me, if you the reader have nothing to lose, then take full contact of your chances and risk and make mountains out of it. You will soon learn that it is the chances you take that make the highest mountain the easiest to climb. May you live a life of love that seeks true blessings. For it is the blessing that takes our spirits to a higher place in the end. Heaven...
As for myself, I have to live for me. As for the one I dearly love and cherish no matter the circumstance or situation, she must live for herself as well. May she dance among the highest and prettiest star. It’s all in her middle name. By faith, I believe God will bless me with her touch again and soon that heavy heart of hers will beat on mine. I pray for a voice, may it be hers, that tells me, this way is EASIER...
What is this that surrounds us everyday? The problems, discussion, full on action of destruction; things that matter to the eye that is sore in advance. For once I wish we all saw light in the same shade. I wish that it were easy for the color blind folk like myself, to identify the true beauty in another’s favorite color. In that is pure passion. Love...
The easiest things are done after the participation of practice. The often said saying comes to mind; “Practice makes perfect.” But does it? Not at all, practice makes us better, to facilitate the task at hand. Using our mind to extract what is in and on our hearts is never the way to go. It fails to tell the epic novel that we utter. It fails to give meaning to why we feel the way we do. This is not a station of false hope nor a change in direction. Yet, it is a path that has brightened up and a new way to look at things. Seek...
More than enough times, you, the reader have seen me write about delicate love and my experience. A risk is but a chance to become richer. Without it, we are set up for poor value. Like me, if you the reader have nothing to lose, then take full contact of your chances and risk and make mountains out of it. You will soon learn that it is the chances you take that make the highest mountain the easiest to climb. May you live a life of love that seeks true blessings. For it is the blessing that takes our spirits to a higher place in the end. Heaven...
As for myself, I have to live for me. As for the one I dearly love and cherish no matter the circumstance or situation, she must live for herself as well. May she dance among the highest and prettiest star. It’s all in her middle name. By faith, I believe God will bless me with her touch again and soon that heavy heart of hers will beat on mine. I pray for a voice, may it be hers, that tells me, this way is EASIER...
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Going for the Win
How have your dreams been this year? What are your goals in life? What makes you positively anxious about your near promising future? Will you be a winner in the end? Not, I could or should be, but I WILL be...
This is all a practice of the preacher. From down under lies a boy with a voice; yet the collar ringer could never tie the noose tight enough to kill my confidence. I’ve been up and down and all around, but never have I been completely satisfied. Life is just like living; if you participate in both you are well with yourself. No worries nor stress in your every day exposure. May the way I, you, and them write, be the way we all speak. Truthfully. Confidently. Freely...
I’m in love, yes. Deeply and with burning passion. I write burning because at times it’s hell in a dark, cornered nutshell; especially during the mistakes, mess-ups, and brake-ups. Often, I end up changing for the better though. I share love with a lot of things. As of this year and time, music is love...
A toast to continuing to make moves and to keep moving through stagnate movement. Raise you glass. Cheers to the dear love and courtesy of my friends and family. I’m going in. Everything’s on. If love between two is real, no matter where it goes, it’ll always, always, always, find its way back to the original two hearts. For this year, I solidify that in 2010, I’m GOING FOR THE WIN...
This is all a practice of the preacher. From down under lies a boy with a voice; yet the collar ringer could never tie the noose tight enough to kill my confidence. I’ve been up and down and all around, but never have I been completely satisfied. Life is just like living; if you participate in both you are well with yourself. No worries nor stress in your every day exposure. May the way I, you, and them write, be the way we all speak. Truthfully. Confidently. Freely...
I’m in love, yes. Deeply and with burning passion. I write burning because at times it’s hell in a dark, cornered nutshell; especially during the mistakes, mess-ups, and brake-ups. Often, I end up changing for the better though. I share love with a lot of things. As of this year and time, music is love...
A toast to continuing to make moves and to keep moving through stagnate movement. Raise you glass. Cheers to the dear love and courtesy of my friends and family. I’m going in. Everything’s on. If love between two is real, no matter where it goes, it’ll always, always, always, find its way back to the original two hearts. For this year, I solidify that in 2010, I’m GOING FOR THE WIN...
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