Dear Tiffany,
I still like you!
Monday, January 23, 2012
Let Me Talk
Hey Earl, let me talk to you for a second…
I get to see and witness the many marvels that God has made from nothing but dust and I find pleasure in it all. It would not be enough for me to simply say that beauty, as astoundingly as it may be, can be found in most things, but rather I’ll take the complex road and seek the detail in these things. Pause for a moment and take in the brilliance that lives around our individual worlds and notice that the rather smaller things are the ones that make the most difference. It is not that a kiss was placed upon my lips but rather it was the fact that she turned around to come back to leave it. It was not that he waved as he accepted his diploma, but rather it was that he searched the many faces to find the ones that meant the most. It was not that she tutored him, but rather that she knew that he required additional help. There…right there inside the ‘rathers’ is where you’ll find exception to the monotony and no longer rest in the complacency that this world would have you become redundant too. It is said that it is the little things that make the biggest difference, so I’ll seek to find the rather in things that surround me. I could challenge the time allotted to be with her, but rather I’ll find comfort in the minutes we share together. I think today instead of worrying about the things that I don’t have, I’ll enjoy the many things in which I do. It is not what I try to offer up to her, but rather it is becoming what she adds to me. She slows me down unlike anyone before and the detail to which she adds unto me I pray last throughout the breaths that sustain me. From out of nothing I was formed, and when I am done I shall be returned to my original state, so why not find comfort, peace, joy, happiness, hope, beauty and life in the things that surround us? Seek the good first and the rest will follow suit!
I get to see and witness the many marvels that God has made from nothing but dust and I find pleasure in it all. It would not be enough for me to simply say that beauty, as astoundingly as it may be, can be found in most things, but rather I’ll take the complex road and seek the detail in these things. Pause for a moment and take in the brilliance that lives around our individual worlds and notice that the rather smaller things are the ones that make the most difference. It is not that a kiss was placed upon my lips but rather it was the fact that she turned around to come back to leave it. It was not that he waved as he accepted his diploma, but rather it was that he searched the many faces to find the ones that meant the most. It was not that she tutored him, but rather that she knew that he required additional help. There…right there inside the ‘rathers’ is where you’ll find exception to the monotony and no longer rest in the complacency that this world would have you become redundant too. It is said that it is the little things that make the biggest difference, so I’ll seek to find the rather in things that surround me. I could challenge the time allotted to be with her, but rather I’ll find comfort in the minutes we share together. I think today instead of worrying about the things that I don’t have, I’ll enjoy the many things in which I do. It is not what I try to offer up to her, but rather it is becoming what she adds to me. She slows me down unlike anyone before and the detail to which she adds unto me I pray last throughout the breaths that sustain me. From out of nothing I was formed, and when I am done I shall be returned to my original state, so why not find comfort, peace, joy, happiness, hope, beauty and life in the things that surround us? Seek the good first and the rest will follow suit!
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Readers
Wow! I didn't know that so many readers follow this blog. By far I see that the top 2 post I have are "Write It" and "Brother King". I usually don't read what I write but I was compelled to read those after seeing the number of views they get. Funny that both of those were inspired by the voice of my Father.
I'll try to write more often. After all I really enjoy it. Thanks all!!!!
I'll try to write more often. After all I really enjoy it. Thanks all!!!!
Worn Tire
I'm as worn as a tire that beens on a car for 134,971 miles. I feel every bump in the road and I'm easily thrown off when I hit a puddle of mess. I'm constantly searching for a grip but as soon as I find one, it's snatched away in a moments notice. I'm in need a little attention from my owner. I mean I've given all that I have and now I'm worn around the edge. I've hung in there through all these miles and wouldn't mind continuing on whatever path this leads too but I can't without some maintenance being done first. I'm about to burst out here! I notice that the other tires have been taken care of, all I'm asking is for just a lil of what's offered to them. I promise I won't let you down.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Dranky Drank
You ever have a long day and look forward to getting home and cracking open that dranky drank....only when you get home you find that your dranky drank has been opened and sipped. Now you know that the one person that's allowed to sip on your dranky drank did in fact take a sip, but you get the feeling that someone else has been dranking on your dranky drank and you definitely did not allow this! I mean the drank is cold as usual and the normal sips that were taken by the person you've allowed to do so are expected but, this other sipper is not what you planned for when you headed toward that refrigerator. On top of that, they gone put it back in the same spot as if you wouldn't notice the difference. C'mon son! I know my dranky drank and I know when my dranky drank is being shared and well, I don't like it. Shoot on top of that, the dranky drank was given to me by the person I allow it to be shared with. Gosh, I don't wanna call ahead to ask if my dranky drank will be there (in tack). I wanna just come home to my dranky drank and continue to share it with ......you
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Unattainable
The love of my life, as unattainable as it is will and shall forever be loved by me. I’ve managed to taste what it would be like to walk a life’s distance submerged in your glory and I’ll always thirst for its flavor. What all I would do to hold on to another day in the presence of it. Sought after comfort which eludes me now, is all that is left for me here. I had the audacity to imagine that when all was said and done I’d look down and that we’d be interlocked as one. With each breath I will push forward, knowing that that is exactly what you’d wish for me to do. You shall always live within every fiber of me and I will rest in the presents you left me with. Though I doubt that this will ever be rediscovered, I’ll turn away this page of life and discover what words are yet to be written across this now open page. My love, as I turn and walk away for the last time, I ask that you not allow the words to become bondage to your passion. You my love are my heavens gift now and forever……my queen….my love….my babe…. I love you….
Words
Words are amazing! I’m sure I’ve said that before, but they are! I rarely read my post or anything that I write because I don’t want the urge to “fix” something that at the moment was exactly how I wanted it to be (even the grammar errors…..well some). Words carry such power behind them. They bring forth so many emotions. They can take away from a person or add to them. They can be guides like that which maps bring to those on a quest. Words!!! They can be taken literal and they can be taken lightly. They perhaps are the most powerful thing known to mankind. We learn by them. We communicate using them. We war over them but yet we find peace coming from them. We bond ourselves to them and by them. We find ways to bring our imagination to life using them. What a gift it is to experience such power that can be found at the tip of a pencil. Words are amazing!!!
In Case You Wondered
Ever wonder why he loves you the way he does?
Could it be the smile that embraces your face? Does it shift his mood and make him come to life? Does it bring a smile to his? Do his eyes sparkle within its brilliance? Does his heart seem to skip a beat when graced by the presence of it? Does he comment on its beauty? Does he utter silent words under his breath when he catches it and when you ask “what”, he says, “nothing”? Does he….
Could it be your eyes? Does he get lost in them? Does he like to pull you close to look upon them? Does he see dreams in them? Do they shatter everything he thought he knew about love and passion? Does he light up under the sparkle in them? Does he comment on their beauty? Does it seem that he cannot get enough of your stare?
Could it be the color of your skin? Does he find it hard to not rub it? Does he desire to pull his close to yours? Do his lips find challenge in not pairing to it? Does he marvel in its beauty? Does he find it irresistible? Does he find comfort in it? Does he place subtle kisses across its canvas? Does he…
Could it be the laughter of you? Does he melt in it? Does he smile when it’s heard? Does he light up like a Christmas tree at its vibration? Does it bring it out of you? Does he add it to you beauty? Does he seek to bring only that to you? Does he smile at the memories of it? Does he find the urge to be so great that when he hears it, he’s motioned toward you? Does he recognized the power within it?
Could it be your brilliance? Does he aid in it? Does he seek to build upon it? Does it desire to add to it? Does he call out all that is capable in it? Does he find confidence in it within himself? Does he push and/or tap into it? Does he see it? Does he compliment you in it? Does he see the beauty within it? Does he put his backing on it? Does he…
Could it be your everything? Does he comment on your walk? Does he delight in an innocent kiss from you? Does he see past any negative and find a positive within its ranks? Does he see the giving spirit you have? Does he show patience in you? Does he listen? Does he see God in you? Does he see the kindness in you? Does he recognize your uniqueness? Does he write you love notes? Does he show the eagerness of a teenage boy but knows how to be a man about it? Does he see all the beauty in you, even that which you don’t see? Does he pray over you? Does he give you freely without expectation? Does he offer all that he has openly? Does he find comfort in you simply being there? Does he know who you are in the arms of man? Does he speak these things freely with you and others? Does he do these things and more? Does he………….. Simply love you for all that you are……..
I’m thinking yes
Could it be the smile that embraces your face? Does it shift his mood and make him come to life? Does it bring a smile to his? Do his eyes sparkle within its brilliance? Does his heart seem to skip a beat when graced by the presence of it? Does he comment on its beauty? Does he utter silent words under his breath when he catches it and when you ask “what”, he says, “nothing”? Does he….
Could it be your eyes? Does he get lost in them? Does he like to pull you close to look upon them? Does he see dreams in them? Do they shatter everything he thought he knew about love and passion? Does he light up under the sparkle in them? Does he comment on their beauty? Does it seem that he cannot get enough of your stare?
Could it be the color of your skin? Does he find it hard to not rub it? Does he desire to pull his close to yours? Do his lips find challenge in not pairing to it? Does he marvel in its beauty? Does he find it irresistible? Does he find comfort in it? Does he place subtle kisses across its canvas? Does he…
Could it be the laughter of you? Does he melt in it? Does he smile when it’s heard? Does he light up like a Christmas tree at its vibration? Does it bring it out of you? Does he add it to you beauty? Does he seek to bring only that to you? Does he smile at the memories of it? Does he find the urge to be so great that when he hears it, he’s motioned toward you? Does he recognized the power within it?
Could it be your brilliance? Does he aid in it? Does he seek to build upon it? Does it desire to add to it? Does he call out all that is capable in it? Does he find confidence in it within himself? Does he push and/or tap into it? Does he see it? Does he compliment you in it? Does he see the beauty within it? Does he put his backing on it? Does he…
Could it be your everything? Does he comment on your walk? Does he delight in an innocent kiss from you? Does he see past any negative and find a positive within its ranks? Does he see the giving spirit you have? Does he show patience in you? Does he listen? Does he see God in you? Does he see the kindness in you? Does he recognize your uniqueness? Does he write you love notes? Does he show the eagerness of a teenage boy but knows how to be a man about it? Does he see all the beauty in you, even that which you don’t see? Does he pray over you? Does he give you freely without expectation? Does he offer all that he has openly? Does he find comfort in you simply being there? Does he know who you are in the arms of man? Does he speak these things freely with you and others? Does he do these things and more? Does he………….. Simply love you for all that you are……..
I’m thinking yes
Set To Sea
I’m alive with her
She has managed to capture my imagination and has sealed it within a bottle and set it out to sea. If by chance I’m able to find it in such a vast array of twists, storms and waves, I may glance upon its depth to discover the abilities that rest within me. This may not be such a difficult task, as I imagine my imagination to be of such grander that the vessel to which contains me would be of enormous proportion to the sea grips it. Pulled by my compelling and overwhelming knowing that within its complexity rests the - ‘know-how-too’- obtain all that heart and minds true desires, I dive in head first. Determined to swim a Phelps like meet, I challenge and quiver my way across the channels without failure being a whisper to my ears. I drown out all the ‘no’s, can’ts, but’s and impossible’s’ and let the waves carry me further into my quest. Through temperature change and deadly obstacles I remain focused on my mission. I cannot comprehend anything other than that which wrenches me tighter into the knowing that this will not be in vain. Sealed within this bottle rest so much and I am nothing without its power. I find myself on a direct path to the destiny that awaits the imagination that pours from this bottle. While the waves and motions of the sea have managed to carry away this gift of all, I’ve found it to still be within sight of the very woman that tossed it overboard. It pulls at me as if pulling into safety. Finally I’m eye-to-eye with the command of my own imagination and I find myself frozen in its amazement. At first glance I see all that was overlooked/ignored in the effort to arrive at this point of view. I witness the passion to which my body, mind and spirit would not let me fail. Then it hits me… who is this woman that captured me? Who is this that has turned on such confidence that I have been given the ability to face such adversity only to burst through it unscaved? Who is this that open mine eyes to such power and will? Who is this that managed to bottle up such a thing without collapse of her? Who is this that has allowed me to live fully? To you I say thank you. You’ve captured my imagination and what better gift could ever been given……….. I truly hope to one day return these gifts to you over a lifetime…….
For my TCH
She has managed to capture my imagination and has sealed it within a bottle and set it out to sea. If by chance I’m able to find it in such a vast array of twists, storms and waves, I may glance upon its depth to discover the abilities that rest within me. This may not be such a difficult task, as I imagine my imagination to be of such grander that the vessel to which contains me would be of enormous proportion to the sea grips it. Pulled by my compelling and overwhelming knowing that within its complexity rests the - ‘know-how-too’- obtain all that heart and minds true desires, I dive in head first. Determined to swim a Phelps like meet, I challenge and quiver my way across the channels without failure being a whisper to my ears. I drown out all the ‘no’s, can’ts, but’s and impossible’s’ and let the waves carry me further into my quest. Through temperature change and deadly obstacles I remain focused on my mission. I cannot comprehend anything other than that which wrenches me tighter into the knowing that this will not be in vain. Sealed within this bottle rest so much and I am nothing without its power. I find myself on a direct path to the destiny that awaits the imagination that pours from this bottle. While the waves and motions of the sea have managed to carry away this gift of all, I’ve found it to still be within sight of the very woman that tossed it overboard. It pulls at me as if pulling into safety. Finally I’m eye-to-eye with the command of my own imagination and I find myself frozen in its amazement. At first glance I see all that was overlooked/ignored in the effort to arrive at this point of view. I witness the passion to which my body, mind and spirit would not let me fail. Then it hits me… who is this woman that captured me? Who is this that has turned on such confidence that I have been given the ability to face such adversity only to burst through it unscaved? Who is this that open mine eyes to such power and will? Who is this that managed to bottle up such a thing without collapse of her? Who is this that has allowed me to live fully? To you I say thank you. You’ve captured my imagination and what better gift could ever been given……….. I truly hope to one day return these gifts to you over a lifetime…….
For my TCH
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