“Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember”. Oscar Levant
The Falling gold from the sky told us it was time for what we all needed
The chance to relax, to rest, to be our selves after the weeks of school and work
Once born, the light could be seen for miles down the beach
We stood back in fear of melting from the heat
Soon the fireworks emerged, and the fighting with stick and stones began like cavemen over a meal
But as always, the simple problems were solved and the world spun on without hiccupping
Stories were told and wisdom passed around
Soon the dares were given into and the fire would part for the brave soul to jump
We would take pictures to hold the memories
But I remember most, that unlike the pictures
Our memories of the numerous nights will not fade and wither with time but grow old with us and show us that once we had it easy but it seemed so hard
Once our back was to the past our face to the future
But we lived without the world holding us back
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Metal and cloth...
"Always do what is right. this will gratify some people and astonish the rest."
-Mark Twain
This Badge,
A simple piece of metal and cloth…
By its self it is worthless
To society it is Uncool and nerdy
It is something many strive for
but few earn
My parents pin it on my chest
To show the world what I am
But inside I feel no difference
No emotion of accomplishment or relief from my journey
For the badge is nothing.
It merely represents who I am to every one,
Not who I am in front of my teachers, my parents, my friends
But who I am to every one I meet.
For deep inside me is this holdfast, a safe hold,
In this safe hold are laws
These laws that make me who I am
Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent.
I belong to a small group of people,
People who hold these 12 laws to their lives,
Who when you meet them
They treat you as any man would desire to be treated
But yet they are different than others but you can’t figure it out till you are what they are.
This badge will fade and crumble…
It may be lost or forgotten with time
But it is a blueprint that is tattooed on my heart for all to see.
It leads me on this journey called life
I was not born with this badge
No I developed it
I wrote it with these years of my life.
As I grew from a small chubby boy to a physically strong young man
It grew along with me
The tattoo on my heart darkened with time and will fallow me till my time ends.
This badge is me,
A simple piece of metal and cloth…
But still me
For I am an Eagle Scout and I always will be
till the tattooed laws of my life die with the very heart that beats in my chest.
-Mark Twain
This Badge,
A simple piece of metal and cloth…
By its self it is worthless
To society it is Uncool and nerdy
It is something many strive for
but few earn
My parents pin it on my chest
To show the world what I am
But inside I feel no difference
No emotion of accomplishment or relief from my journey
For the badge is nothing.
It merely represents who I am to every one,
Not who I am in front of my teachers, my parents, my friends
But who I am to every one I meet.
For deep inside me is this holdfast, a safe hold,
In this safe hold are laws
These laws that make me who I am
Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent.
I belong to a small group of people,
People who hold these 12 laws to their lives,
Who when you meet them
They treat you as any man would desire to be treated
But yet they are different than others but you can’t figure it out till you are what they are.
This badge will fade and crumble…
It may be lost or forgotten with time
But it is a blueprint that is tattooed on my heart for all to see.
It leads me on this journey called life
I was not born with this badge
No I developed it
I wrote it with these years of my life.
As I grew from a small chubby boy to a physically strong young man
It grew along with me
The tattoo on my heart darkened with time and will fallow me till my time ends.
This badge is me,
A simple piece of metal and cloth…
But still me
For I am an Eagle Scout and I always will be
till the tattooed laws of my life die with the very heart that beats in my chest.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Sink or Float
Sink or Float
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,That saved a wretch like me....I once was lost but now am found,Was blind, but now, I see."~John Newton
Here I float, in the cold,
Wondering if,
I should sink or float.
I look around, at some going down
So I think, do I sink or do I float?
I agree at last to fallow my comrades
And begin to sink, slow and sad
As I sink the light grows dim
As I sink, I wonder, how long until this ends
Before to long I am there at last
I have found the bottom of a mast
The mast of a ship with many souls, much like mine, lost at sea with the question.
do I sink or do I float?
They chose like me to go on down until they hit the darkness of the deep
We’ve all been there a thousand time
at the end where no light shines
And like the rest, we begin to die.
I refuse to go down like the rest!
A sudden thump in my chest !
wakes me from this cold dark slumber
and I begin to wonder
Do I sink or do I float
Now I float from this ship and I become a beacon to the rest. I head for what little light, I can see from my little height,
My dark cloak begins to fade, as the darkness fades away,
I head towards the crashing waves way up high
Is this all in vain?
Half way up I stop and rest and look down at the rest
I wonder now to my self is the worth the work? Worth the Pain?
I see the souls, on the ship,
And now I begin to miss, the darkness of the deep,
And once again I begin to sink until at last, I find, that single mast,
That single mast of the ship I sailed,
sailing in and out, of this cold dark hell
The souls of my comrades, in black cloaks, drags me down,
I have had all I can and now I am, truly alone with all these comrades,
I see the light, at the top,
and leave my comrades at last, and that single ships mast
As I float my dingy cloak, wastes away, to a new clean white
As I reach the very height I break free
Free at last from hells cold dark grasp
I cough and spit as my lungs fill with air at last.
At the surface I look around,
to my left I see a boat as I float all alone the boat comes near,
and soon I begin to hear
a voice so sweet,
sweet and clear, I cannot believe these ears,
In this boat, is a man, old as time, and as young as me
To me he gave a helping hand
And said to me
“I am the light and the way, fallow me and you will live forever in eternity with me.”
I took his hand and said to him
“Count me in, they call me John , I have been to the dark and now am in the light, lead and I will fallow, so that I may lead others in your path. ”
I no longer wonder to sink or float; I have seen that cold dark hell and never want to tell again
Of that place where all is lost
Here I sit now, in the warmth of the light fallowing in eternity the one they call Jesus Christ.
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,That saved a wretch like me....I once was lost but now am found,Was blind, but now, I see."~John Newton
Here I float, in the cold,
Wondering if,
I should sink or float.
I look around, at some going down
So I think, do I sink or do I float?
I agree at last to fallow my comrades
And begin to sink, slow and sad
As I sink the light grows dim
As I sink, I wonder, how long until this ends
Before to long I am there at last
I have found the bottom of a mast
The mast of a ship with many souls, much like mine, lost at sea with the question.
do I sink or do I float?
They chose like me to go on down until they hit the darkness of the deep
We’ve all been there a thousand time
at the end where no light shines
And like the rest, we begin to die.
I refuse to go down like the rest!
A sudden thump in my chest !
wakes me from this cold dark slumber
and I begin to wonder
Do I sink or do I float
Now I float from this ship and I become a beacon to the rest. I head for what little light, I can see from my little height,
My dark cloak begins to fade, as the darkness fades away,
I head towards the crashing waves way up high
Is this all in vain?
Half way up I stop and rest and look down at the rest
I wonder now to my self is the worth the work? Worth the Pain?
I see the souls, on the ship,
And now I begin to miss, the darkness of the deep,
And once again I begin to sink until at last, I find, that single mast,
That single mast of the ship I sailed,
sailing in and out, of this cold dark hell
The souls of my comrades, in black cloaks, drags me down,
I have had all I can and now I am, truly alone with all these comrades,
I see the light, at the top,
and leave my comrades at last, and that single ships mast
As I float my dingy cloak, wastes away, to a new clean white
As I reach the very height I break free
Free at last from hells cold dark grasp
I cough and spit as my lungs fill with air at last.
At the surface I look around,
to my left I see a boat as I float all alone the boat comes near,
and soon I begin to hear
a voice so sweet,
sweet and clear, I cannot believe these ears,
In this boat, is a man, old as time, and as young as me
To me he gave a helping hand
And said to me
“I am the light and the way, fallow me and you will live forever in eternity with me.”
I took his hand and said to him
“Count me in, they call me John , I have been to the dark and now am in the light, lead and I will fallow, so that I may lead others in your path. ”
I no longer wonder to sink or float; I have seen that cold dark hell and never want to tell again
Of that place where all is lost
Here I sit now, in the warmth of the light fallowing in eternity the one they call Jesus Christ.
Restless Thunder
Restless Thunder
“My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.”
~Unknown
When I was little the Crash woke me up
Fierce and Loud.
It scared me to the point of yelling and clinging close to the tail. The dog was a living blanket that kept me safe and warm. It growled at strangers and pulled me around. The dogs were there before me and cared for me as their own. Now they are gone, I am older but still alone. As I grew older the sound was more intriguing.
I would venture out in the dark through the doors and out on the deck, I would stand in awe with the salty wind stinging my toes, arms, and face. I would cling my arms close to my sides and shiver as I stared at the crashing cyclones of whirling blue. I would stand there shivering like telephone poles in a tsunami and just watch as these gargantuan blue giants would come and destroy the sand and my sleep.
They stopped for not a soul just continued down their paths till they had spun and spread their bodies across the sand and shells. They rolled down the shore from the stone light house to the end of their path the small cove a mile or two away. They would lessen with time and fade like the sun and when they had lived their short violent lives and spun till their end I would end my adventure disappointed of their demise and slowly saunter off to bed to cuddle next to my warm furry living blanket with not a fear left in my innocent little head.
…Fast asleep and pleasantly dreaming,
…I hear a Crash fierce and loud
“My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.”
~Unknown
When I was little the Crash woke me up
Fierce and Loud.
It scared me to the point of yelling and clinging close to the tail. The dog was a living blanket that kept me safe and warm. It growled at strangers and pulled me around. The dogs were there before me and cared for me as their own. Now they are gone, I am older but still alone. As I grew older the sound was more intriguing.
I would venture out in the dark through the doors and out on the deck, I would stand in awe with the salty wind stinging my toes, arms, and face. I would cling my arms close to my sides and shiver as I stared at the crashing cyclones of whirling blue. I would stand there shivering like telephone poles in a tsunami and just watch as these gargantuan blue giants would come and destroy the sand and my sleep.
They stopped for not a soul just continued down their paths till they had spun and spread their bodies across the sand and shells. They rolled down the shore from the stone light house to the end of their path the small cove a mile or two away. They would lessen with time and fade like the sun and when they had lived their short violent lives and spun till their end I would end my adventure disappointed of their demise and slowly saunter off to bed to cuddle next to my warm furry living blanket with not a fear left in my innocent little head.
…Fast asleep and pleasantly dreaming,
…I hear a Crash fierce and loud
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