Goodly

I wish that i could write goodly
To describe all the things and times i see
With words and phrases so eloquently.
I could dazzle or even dare to impress
Oh, the beautiful things that i could stress!

Verbs, nouns, and even adjectives
If only i knew where they currently live
I could find them and use them
Of course, never to abuse them...
Still, i just don't know where they dwell!

So stunningly sweet, so soulfully symphonic
Sometimes with love and others plutonic.
Would be my words if i could write good and honest.
Writing with whatever whimsical whists
Action packed plots or emotional twists
Though still the original problem exists
If only i could write goodly.

Some Days

Some days are for trying and some are not.
Today was a day for trying and i feel like an astronaut.
I could fly to space, i could pick up waste
It really would not matter.
I loved my life today and showed it in every way.
I tried to cheer up others and see the good in things.
I tried to be a model and not pull people's strings.

Yesterday i didn't want to talk, i wanted to be alone.
I sat inside and thought about life
Worked on homework just like a drone
Thought conceptually about pain and strife
All the while not caring about anything.

There are days for me to comfort.
There are days for me to be comforted.
There are days for me to smile
There are days for people to make me smile.
There are days for me to love
There are days for me to be loved.
There are days for me to cry
There are days for me to laugh
There are days for me to succeed
There will be a day for me to be succeeded
There was a day when i came
There will be a day for me to go.
Since that is not today
I will take advantage of this time and grow.

(A)lone(ly)

I am sick, I am tired
My life shall soon expire
But I'm cheerful and still i have hope.
With a limp in my walk,
An absent voice when i talk
My hand still works so i'll write.

I experience the void completely alone
With no one to comfort or hold me,
I can think of this life i have known.
There were ups, there were downs
As i smiled and frowned
But with my roots in the ground
I was never brought down.

I remember my children
God rest their souls.
I remember my wife;
Our love in the days of old.
My brother and sister
How he and i missed her
And now he too, is gone.

I though, must stay at least for today
Until this pen has no ink
Until these eyes cannot blink.
When my day is done
I will know i have won
For i loved with my heart
The creator and his son set apart.

Not much longer alone.
I had ups, i had downs.
Oh, i can feel it in my bones
I believe my time is now.

With that he died a peaceful death
Forever unto eternal rest.

Smile

Happy friday. this video is so great! I read about it in the paper this morning and i hope i am like this when i am old.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIsLsDXXJUE. My links are not posting so you have to copy and paste, SOrry!

Music

Music is beautiful and opportunity for people to express themselves. This video, which i have posted the link for, is amazing. It is "Please Don't Go" by Barcelona and it will give you the chills. Listen to it. Also, check out Brothers at Sea on purevolume.com... they are rad. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7deClndzQw

I Found Out Artistic Licenses are Given to Anyone

My newfound passion is painting, and like surfing, it is something i do purely for the enjoyment of it. I find it to be therapeutic in much the same way many middle aged people might feel about gardening. At any rate, here is one of my two first canvas paintings. Tienes un buen dia.

The reminders

I was reminded this morning that if you want something done right and thoroughly, you not only have to commit to doing it, but you have to commit each day. Each time we set foot on the cold morning floor as we briskly, or perhaps not so briskly, step out of bed in the morning, we have to recommit to the ideal of reaching that goal. For me this is apparent in that if i do not start my day off thinking about achieving my goal then i will not look for opportunities to live it out during the day. This is something i wrote as a conclusion of being sick in an apartment this past New Year's Eve, in Paris.

The streets are lined with pain and injustice
So many perpetrators, no one will trust us.
None are guilt-free and all are involved
from lovers to fighters; for right or for wrong.
We are all evildoer's, though not bound to the trend;
We have free will; He has paid the dividend.

We are set free through death
but in death there is life.
We can die to ourselves and our human caused strife.
Not required to be slaves or servants
daily choices we are given.
The love, the life, the joy the spirit;
inside us it is living.

Wake up tomorrow and make your adjudication.
Resolve to love, to live to serve, to strengthen your foundation.
Yeah, you'll fail but on the scale you're heart is the true tale
We live to learn and learn to teach
So pass the word and get off the streets.