Man; has plans some are successful, and some are failures. But; yet they are Man's Plans, and he takes a lot of things for granted; There have never been, a man nor a plan that Was or is done without, God allowing him to do them. For; You see man can make his plan, but God is the only one that, can rearrange or arrange success of a Man's Plans. Man can't do anything if, the Creator says "No!" It's not going to happen.Continue reading
IT SEEMED SO LONG AGO, YOU HELD ME IN YOUR CARING ARMS,
I WAS TOO YOUNG TO REALIZE, HOW MUCH YOUR LOVE COULD CALM.
THE WARMTH OF YOUR BODY, AND THE SOFTNESS OF YOU VOICE,
WAS MY SECURITY AND SAFETY IN THIS WORLD, MY ONLY CHOICE. IN LATER YEARS WHEN I GREW OLDER, I COULD ALWAYS TELL,
IN YOUR EYES OF LOVE AND PAIN, THE REASON FOR YOUR YELL.
I KNEW THE ANGUISH IN YOUR HEART, IF ONLY BY THAT SCREAM,
TO CALL ME TO SAFETY AND DISCIPLINE, BUT NEVER TO BE MEAN. NOW AS A TEENAGE BOY GROWN WITH YOUR NURTURING AND CARE,
I STILL NEEDED YOUR LOVING GUIDANCE TO KEEP ME FROM THAT DARE.
A DARING DO WITH ALL MY FRIENDS THAT SEEMED LIKE SO MUCH FUN,
BUT THOUGH YOUR COUNSEL, OFTEN GIVEN, YOU KNEW THE DAY WAS WON. I GREW UP TO BE A BETTER MAN BECAUSE OF YOUR GREAT START,
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub,
That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club.
They were long and wiry natives from the rugged mountain side,
And the horse was never saddled that the Geebungs couldn't ride;
But their style of playing polo was irregular and rash --
They had mighty little science, but a mighty lot of dash:
And they played on mountain ponies that were muscular and strong,
Though their coats were quite unpolished,
and their manes and tails were long.
And they used to train those ponies wheeling cattle in the scrub:
There's a miracle called "Friendship." Oh what a miracle it is
in just keepin' it real. The "Friendship" dwells way, way down deep in the heart and soul of
a person or individuals. You don't know how this "Friendship" happens, it just happens so soulfully. It is a light from the "Friendship" that provides sunlight to the soul
whenever it happens. But you know and recognize the special lift the
"Friendship" provides. The "Friendship" inspires encouragement, inspiration, joy, and motivation. When you need that special lift from the "Friendship" that keeps you
pushing on and upward for success and perservance to make it
through all the storms and challenges of life, it is there. When you realize the "Friendship" that you have with a person or
individuals, you know it is God our Heavenly Father most precious
gift sent from above by his Angels of Love. Through the development of the "Friendship" you are able to recognize
the rare and special jewel of the "Friendship" and your spirtual worth
I know how father's strap would feel,
If ever I were caught,
So mother's jam I did not steal,
Though theft was in my thought.
Then turned fourteen and full of pitch,
Of love I was afraid,
And did not dare to dally with
Our pretty parlour maid.
And so it is and always was,
The Topmost Peak
A blur of golden,
hazy yet stimulating,
makes vanish all my burden,
its effect forever lingering.
A foot apart,
And I will possess it in my heart.
a bit ahead,
I do not a bit dread,
Weave your experience, to script the beautiful future,
Let the strings play, In harmony with your past,
Simple and Astounding, Lovable and Adorable,
Memorable and pleasurable, Like a painting on the wall,
With Reflections of passions, and Impatience of Success,
But with a touch of candor, and softness of persistence,
When you know you have, the morning has arrived,
Strike the right chord, It is the Truth of Touch
Dream weaves like a music in my life,
My 'Self' rises in its aspiration,
The burning desire causes its precipitation.
Like a formless cloud it starts engulfing me,
I start sailing along, with the hope it will find its home,
When it will rain to spread the greenery all around.
But it will have to pass the muster of Sun's heat,
Where it can burst during its incubation,
The firefly in my soul is burning my body. It makes me run until I'm near death, then gives me a few seconds to catch my breath. Then, chop-chop, back to the hustle! Again. The six strings become my entire world as I get lost in the web of possibilities that are just aching to be realized, be seen, and be heard. My words melt onto the page, taking form as the led of my pencil turns into liquid gold that bleeds out of my pores when I cry. I want to cry. I need to cry. I want my tears to turn into lines that form sentences that stab people's hearts like the spear of lightning that was birthed in the caves of Zeus's fingerprints. I want my fingerprints to be remembered. I want my sentences to be kept in a museum beside those ancient teapots that were used by some fat king. I want my six strings to become someone's entire world, their entire universe. I wanna be famous. I want to play with my life. I wanna destroy it and bring it back with the help of my firefly. This firefly runs through my veins faster than my blood, faster than my pain, faster than my joy, and faster than... me. It is my desire and my friend. It is my desire to be a friend. It is my poison and my medicine. It is everything. I love my firefly.Continue reading
"I wish I was", you wish, want and pray
Oblivious to the aesthetic overtones
That your mere presence in the room play
Your mirror hides from you the flames
Beneath your skin which ignites your face
When you give voice to your passion and love
When you play the strings or win the race
"I wish I was", you wish, want and pray
Your heart is discontent, uneasy and envious