If we are, in fact, made of the stuff of stars...
Perhaps impossible, is an illusion...
See yourself...See Beauty...
Know yourself....Know Infinite Possibility...
Maybe it's not about waking up one morning and saying, 'I know exactly what I want to do! (with/in my life) But waking up and saying, 'I just want to live and be happy..."
Perspective's Behind the Blue
27 August, 2010
01 January, 2010
21 July, 2009
Veiled
Veiled
Gaze going toward the veiled,
Unsure of what is behind...
Shall I try to peer through?
Or, resolve to the notion, idea,
Perhaps, maybe just perhaps,
I should not know...
If I knew,
Would my path still follow
The same course?
For I am now, who I am,
But not yet who I will be....
The dark, the veiled, can be
Unnerving, rattling, a tense presence,
Shaking us like fragile leaves
Clinging to late autumn branches,
Wuthering in the chill of the breeze...
There are times,
We prepare the hardest for dark,
Torches to light the way at the ready,
Though, non the less, it is not to be lit
All we did dissolves...
Despite, we most often find footing,
Even if it may be rickety at the go...
Where once autumn leaves trembled,
Buds bloom in the warming sun...
I can gaze on the veil
Understanding my path,
Is to be what it will...
The hand of grace shall guide...
Tibi Confides emblazoned in my heart...
Unknown is to always be…
Unsure of what is behind...
Shall I try to peer through?
Or, resolve to the notion, idea,
Perhaps, maybe just perhaps,
I should not know...
If I knew,
Would my path still follow
The same course?
For I am now, who I am,
But not yet who I will be....
The dark, the veiled, can be
Unnerving, rattling, a tense presence,
Shaking us like fragile leaves
Clinging to late autumn branches,
Wuthering in the chill of the breeze...
There are times,
We prepare the hardest for dark,
Torches to light the way at the ready,
Though, non the less, it is not to be lit
All we did dissolves...
Despite, we most often find footing,
Even if it may be rickety at the go...
Where once autumn leaves trembled,
Buds bloom in the warming sun...
I can gaze on the veil
Understanding my path,
Is to be what it will...
The hand of grace shall guide...
Tibi Confides emblazoned in my heart...
Unknown is to always be…
fear & uncertainty, natural
If I, or you, do not push on in spite,
we could miss
moments, times, events,
Ours to live…
R.E.T June, 09'
If I, or you, do not push on in spite,
we could miss
moments, times, events,
Ours to live…
R.E.T June, 09'
10 April, 2009
~*Gone but Not Forgotten*~
~*Gone but Not Forgotten*~
Sometimes things happen without rhyme or reason,
They can be as mysterious as the changing seasons,
It’s a hard thing to deal with, young life cut so short
Your footsteps well never again grace the tennis court,
Well, at least not here on the physical Earth. The angles
Will be blessed with your smile and giant warm and
Loving heart. When we look up at the stars at night
You will be there to lead us on a path that is right.
We may as why? Why so soon did you have to
Go? That question will never have an answer.
Though that may lead us to be vexed, our hearts will
Heal over time. If we remember the good you have done
And the people you touched. The children that will receive
Locks of your formerly long hair, how grateful they will be
For the gift that you gave. Life is never easy at any point,
So I guess some things just need to be left unanswered.
It doesn’t really matter how it happened, the fact is your gone.
So, we will just remember you and some how move on.
Whether we run to take away the pain, or sing or dance,
Play our music loud, or just sit and cry to relieve the stress.
Your family and friends will all miss you immensely, but we
Know you are watching us from somewhere up in the big blue
You would want us to go on, and keep living life.
Brandon teach everyone up there how to do the ‘Tornado"
Or the ‘Nader" as I liked to call it. Play them in tennis
Maybe even challenge my Grandpa and my dads
Best friend Noel to a match, they would love that.
Make um laugh up there like you did us.
Oh and hey man just one more thing,
Have a super great time with those wings.
The world lost a great guy on
April 10, 2004; we love you and will never forget
Thank you for the good times. I didn’t get to talk to you
Much second semester, that doesn’t matter, have fun
In heaven and we will remember.
R.E.T
4/10/04
I wrote this only about 2 1/2 hrs after finding out one of my friends and high school classmates, (though he was Junior as was his passenger, I was a Senior) died in a car accident along with his passenger. So, though at the end of the poem, I talk about "a great guy," the world lost two great guys. I just did not really know Darren other than by name, so this was my initial raw emotion about Brandon.
12 March, 2009
Compass Point
~*Compass Point*~
Compass point,
To direction not known...
Where?... Can't say, who knows....
Out there...Out there....Go, Go, Go
When...how...who...who? Why...
Me that's who.
Only I...only me...
Set it free...free to be, there...
There where?...
Can't say, who knows....
Only me, only I, open the door...
Step out...out there...
To where?...
Can't say, who knows....
RT. 06'
15 February, 2009
Out There
*~Out There~*
See the clouds and sky,
Far beyond the ordinary...
Where the horizon meets the ocean
and the ocean horizon meets
The frontier of black velvet and diamonds...
All things blend to one
The colors mix and bleed...
Endeavoring to fullfill an aching need...
Whispered thoughts transcend on the wind,
Waiting for listening ears, mind, soul...
It's a place inside which begs to be found,
To be unlocked....the doors opened wide...
Searching, yearing, seeking to find
Serenity in the storm of life....
Where my heart really, truly resides......
R.T. 2007'
13 January, 2009
*~Gum & Rocks~*
~*Gum*~
When walk’n round,
In bare feet...
Beware!!
Of sticky, icky,
Gum on
the ground!
R.T. Oct. 08'
~*Dirt*~
Rocks in one pocket,
dirt in the other…
Mixed up with
precious “treasures!”
Mud caked shoes
filled with grimy socks...
When walk’n round,
In bare feet...
Beware!!
Of sticky, icky,
Gum on
the ground!
R.T. Oct. 08'
~*Dirt*~
Rocks in one pocket,
dirt in the other…
Mixed up with
precious “treasures!”
Mud caked shoes
filled with grimy socks...
Grass stains on the knees
Of their pants…
Gritty, slimy, hands.
Tonight, they will
dream of
‘Far off lands’…
It is safe to say,
The kids…
had a wonderful,
Enchanting, day of play…
R.T. Oct. 08'
Of their pants…
Gritty, slimy, hands.
Tonight, they will
dream of
‘Far off lands’…
It is safe to say,
The kids…
had a wonderful,
Enchanting, day of play…
R.T. Oct. 08'
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