Slow and Steady

Why is it so hard to remember what the next step is?  Why can’t I seem to do it?  I’m working so hard to do the basic things everyday.  If I could remember what comes next, it would be so easy.  I know how to do these basic things, but can’t order them in my mind.  This is a tricky skill to have; how does one acquire it?  The day when I can complete these things on my own will be so satisfying.  Days when others do these things for me, are days when I feel helpless.  Feeling helpless is a negative feeling.  I want to do for myself.  A little extra time is worth how good it feels to be independent.  Feels good to do it on my own.  Help me slow down to do good investigative work.  A good detective slows down to find all the clues.  These clues will help me know what the next step is.  Slowing down is a challenge for both me and my coaches.  Really, slowing down does help.  The days when Sonia doesn’t do for me are the best days, even if I get frustrated.  Days when I work damn hard to do for myself are the best days!

Feel The Love That Carries Me Through

Feelings are strong in my heart.  The strength carries me through, through what seems, at times, will take me down.  The strength of pure love saves me everyday.  I thank my parents for always sharing their love with me.  This has meant the world for my strength.  Without their constant love, a light may have extinguished.  

The days have flown by, and the hands of time stop for no man.  I’m grateful for what time we have. I’m grateful for the strength they’ve given me that will never die.  Sad to think they will parish.  Sad, but like every rose has it’s bloom, so too, must it wither away.  Good to cherish the time you have, and to hold pure love in your heart forever.

Barometric Pressure Is A Bitch

Good thing we’re chilling because today is a tough one.  Some days are so tough.  I hope it clears up; this barometric pressure is a weight on my brain.  Feel very damn bad.  Causes me to be unable to control myself.  This I dread.  We want days when the sun shines.  When my mind is as clear as the sky.  Good nothing lasts forever.  A clear mind is a beautiful thing to have.  Days when I feel like this really drain me.  Barometric pressure is a bitch.

Just Something To Think About While You Eat Your Tuna

I hope this new year brings life.  I look at the world and wonder?  I wonder how we came to be at this place?  I hear about all the turmoil and ask why?

I wonder what makes one man give away his last bread, and another want to keep it all for himself?  I wonder what the world would look like if greed wasn’t in our human nature?  Do you think we would war over giving to the needy?  What need would there be if we shared.

I fear greed has stolen the world.

Heard of the polar bears turning to cannibalism?  Heard of the tuna going extinct?  The people need to take responsibility to be good stewards.  I wonder if we can do it?  I wonder if the man with no bread can keep fighting the good fight?  Polar bears are known for their loyalty to family.  This is a lesson to learn.

You need to stop being so consumed with yourself, and fight for the defenseless.  I understand that if you hoard wealth for yourself, you have security.  You believe that keeping all the bread will ensure you don’t starve.  I believe that the spirit not only lives on food, but on compassion.  Is that why you hoard, because you don’t know what your spirit really hungers for?  Is the man with no bread so full with compassion, and thats why he can give his last crumb?

Just something to think about while you eat your tuna.

The Girl In White

Once upon a time in a far away land, there lived a girl who had no voice.  She dreamt of being heard.  In her dreams, she was a poet who performed in the theater.  Her words were like silk.  She could spin a tale to knock the audience on their butts.  On a chilly winters night, the crowd shuffled in.  They passed her as though she was not there.  The lights dimmed, the curtain opened, and she appeared in a white gown.  The light illuminated her like the angel she beholds in her heart.  People thought how can she stand there in front of the microphone if she can’t speak?  Then all her dreams came true as she opened her lips to hear her voice for the first time.  It was the voice of an angel.  The poem in the girl’s mind was nothing like the poem in other’s minds.  The poem in real life is not always what it should be.  The words of the angel were not what she dreamt.  The world is a tough place, and she loves the softness in life.  The sharp edges often cut to the bone.  The poem that she holds is not the poem she shared.  She tries to tell them, but they don’t speak her language.  They listen,  they look, they whisper behind hands.  They wonder what she says.  They look, and wonder are those even words at all?The poem is one of love, of life, of growing, of aging, and of death.  This I believe is the most important tale of all.  It’s a tragedy to fall on deaf ears.  The audience is bewildered to what the meaning is, though they sit, wait, and wonder.  The lights come on, she takes a bow to still have no one understand her silken poem of life.  The dream fades, she stirs in her bed to awaken in the world as she has always been- silent.

Finish Line

A winters day

I want to play

Very wet outside; the breeze bites you

Days go by, and some make you want to cry

Days go by, and the sun will come to dry up the sky

What to play, I know not

A day to contemplate why we are here

Is life not one big game to be played

So gear up the  finish line is near

Have fun, have fun, have fun, what ever you do.

 

See A Bright Future

Feeling damn good about life.  Loving it!  See a rainbow at the end of the tunnel.  See a bird at the window.  See a smile on the face of a stranger.  See a bright future for mankind.  Water, water, water, we could learn a lot from water.  A lesson to learn: be more like water.  Flow with life, be generous, be refreshing.  Be so persistent that your efforts could cut through mountains.  Be dynamic; ever ready for change.  Be a life giver.  Cleanse the world with your presence.

A Floating Device

What is it that moves the tides of emotion?  Why is it that one can be joyous one moment, and consumed by sorrow the next?  Very strong is the wave.  The question is whether you can grab a board and surf?  Can we influence the depth of the currents?  Can we build a ship so strong it shelters us entirely?  What fun would that be?  What fun would that be to never get your feet wet?  Swimming skills can help keep you afloat, and build strength.  Even on those tough days when it seems easier to close yourself off from sorrow, remember you are gaining important coping skills.

Sonia

Sonia is the voice to my words, and she does a fantastic job.  Good job Sonia.  A voice as strong as hers is an asset to those with a quite voice.  A voice as loud as Sonia’s should be heard.   She help others hear my voice when so many others could not.  Sonia’s a damn good friend, the best friend.  Sonia’s a good dancer; a creative spirit.  She’s embarrassed of what I write, but I’m saying this because its true.  We have been friend for five years, and yup, I hope we are friends until we’re old.  She’s a great singer, and a comedian.  Friends like Sonia are good to have.  There was a time that I thought people wouldn’t understand me.  When we work together I see a positive reaction when I share my thoughts.  The world seems so vast.  We are a damn, damn, damn, damn good team.  A team worth telling the world we have.

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