Words

Hand to pen, pen to pad, and ink to fill the space with black; what once was void is fully packed, with words aligned in rare syntax. Expressing thoughts on love and life, triumphant tales that bring delight. Words mass produced through printing press, are free to all both great and less. How revolutionary is written word, a spark alone can make man burn; subdued with thoughts and new ideas, imagining more than what he sees. All his ardor and zeal can be easily traced, to the lines of words on parchment placed.

Communicate

Speak peaceably, speak not with haste; communicate do not delay. Let every word left from your lips, inform, uplift, or well equip. With ease let all men understand the hearts small cry, at mouths command. Let tact and couth, your words make smooth; repaying neither eye, nor tooth. So let all men speak peaceably communicating every need.

Endure

To endure is to ensure that in the end you'll have the cure, for every woe and every care, and you can help another bear; their heavy loads and bring them ease through their deep uncharted seas. The course you plot was once your own, navigated all alone, but pain and sorrow, hurt and grief, could not deter your steady speed. Tenacity and all your might, made headway through the dreadful fight. Evading snares to just give in, you held to hope that you could win. Your grit and never failing drive, resounded somewhere deep inside, "You can make it if you try, don't give up, you'll be alright"! Now looking downward from the top you've made it but can never stop, enduring, fighting, pushing through, you've come to far to simply lose. So endure through every trial, and make an inch of every mile; help someone you know in need, endure also till they succeed.

Time

Time to go, time to stay, time to work, or time to play. There's either lots or not enough, it's scheduled or for it you're rushed. It can't go back, it cant rewind, it's of the essence, or on the line. Some times are right and some are not, time ticks and tocks and never stops. It must be spent, it can't be saved, though some invest it in great ways. It can be shared, or spent alone; it seems to fly, or drag so slow. It sometimes has you feeling pressed, or wishing it would never end. Sometimes it is lost, or even forgot, and in the most special moments, it comes to a stop. It is constant, a rythym, an unwavering flow; to be shaped, changed and formed from all it's been before. This gift measured out is so preciously sought, by men who've waxed old guard what time they've got. It has too been bestowed on the youngest of men, but is often forsook neath their unwrinkled skin. What a commodity, both endless and finite, by which man can recall every detail and highlight. So with each tick you've spent and each tock you've gotten, i ask what you'll do with the time you're allotted?

Purpose

Purpose is mine and I am in line, to walk at this time with purpose in mind. Purpose ahead and never behind, never once will I stop until purpose is mine. A purpose filled life is my right and my drive, I'll abandon it all for purpose, my prize. Neither money or fame or all man can attain, can replace the deep craze for the purpose I crave. I can not stand to just settle, and my zeal will not fade, for if purpose my fuel, I will go all the way.

Changes

In life you find that things do change from good to bad in uncertian waves, the faces that were once familiar change to some that are peculiar. Some in time you come to love, some you hate and some become, acquaintances or passers by, a melting pot in which you try to recognize the faces that enhance your life. Along with the company changes the scenery, from hot to cold and new to old, with experiences never had before, attatched to memories you make and keep, some you ignore, some make you weep. Times and seasons gone away, yet much is changing every day, from good to bad, from bad to worse, from down to up, and just to sum it up. When you think all's said and done, you come to find its just begun. All the changes you've come to and everything that you've been through, continue changing as choices new. Laid as roads for you to choose, to the left or right, where will you peruse? The sun does shine but dear do know, that the rain does follow and with a steady flow; But never tire of the drizzle, nor the streams or the floods or smallest dribbles, because as you and i both know, behind the clouds will breaks forth the sun! So climb in a boat or battle the current but never ever let youself be emersed in it, Swim to the bank and fight to the shore even if you feel like you have hit the ocean floor.

Music

Notes penned with ink on parchment bare, create a masterpiece; words knit beneath a writers hand, form thoughts unique and rare. Melodies and stanzas, harmonies and rests, are tools throught each measure used to bring the heart to rest. The sweetness of each tune thats played caressed within the ears, takes on a life all by itself; the heart and mind ensnared. Music is quite measureless, though measures it contains, but what itself can dare contain a single note thats played? Each note well ordered, fourth, and eighth, half, sixteenth, and whole, is said to be the closest thing to heaven man has known.

Faith, Hope, Love

Faith is a staple, you can't go without, it is partnered with hope and it goes against doubt. Faith is belief through the toughest of storms, that your sails will not tear though the wind howls and roars. Hope is the promise that tomorrow, brand new; will open new doors for your feet to walk through. Hope is the treasure well gaurded from life, it conquers the deepest and darkest of nights; and hope paired with love, there is no greater sight than when hope calls on love to heal and make right. Love is the strongest of all that's been shared, it covers and heals with sweet tender care. Love is the chiefest of both faith and hope, it endures and endures taking most of the load. There's no envy in love it is humble and meek, it is kind and it cares for most every need. Having faith, hope, and love in your lows and your highs will ensure that your life will be full of delight.

The Heart

What's in the heart, so complex and unknown, filled with feelings of love, and belief and all hope? Tell me what is the heart but a gift that you share, with those that you love and give all of your care? Yet how fragile the heart, to be damaged or bruised, it can even be tricked, broken up or confused. Oh how mighty the heart fueled by passion and zeal, goes beyond given limits and boundaries concealed. How pronounced be the heart; how so hid by one's will, oh the heart is much more than how simply we feel.

2010

It is typical to run to things that are new, to embrace them in awe with potential in view. It is easy to narrow your vision and sight, to the heralds of what is about to arrive; let not lessons learned through your trials and hell, become meager shaddows of what newness now hails. Remember each problem and quizzical thing, as tools to assist in the task newness brings. The promise of something so treasured and new can only be measured in the old you have viewed, so with time, and study, and toil you'll find that lessons from old make the new seem to shine. (Happy New Year)