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I bring to you a memory…a story that undertakes
to show we never know what lesson we will learn from our mistakes.
Years ago I took my students on a field trip to Tarpon Springs
We visited the sponge docks and took a boat ride…of all things.
The plan was…after we finished with our spongy ocean jaunt
we would eat a sit down lunch in a nice Greek restaurant.
I put all my students money in two envelopes in the pocket of my coat
one half was for the restaurant…the other for the boat.
The boat ride was magnificent…a fun morning in the sun
and after paying off our captain…he hugged us…everyone…
He made it a point to thank each one of us before we went away…
I wondered if all Greek captains were as happy…or just him…that day.
The meal at the restaurant was amazing……the perfect way to end our day
but I ran into a little snag when it came time to pay.
When I reached for the second envelope inside the pocket of my coat
I realized I’d given both envelopes…all our money…to the captain of the boat.
It seems what enhanced the captain’s happiness…was my tiny, little slip
as I gave him something in the neighborhood of a $300 dollar tip.
So there I was at the restaurant…where…to my dismay
after we all finished eating…I had no money left to pay.
My students were blissfully unaware…they seemed as happy as can be
so I reached into my wallet and took out my credit card…Plan B.
I have made a lot of mistakes in my life…and I’m sure I’m not done yet
but the mistake I made that day is one I never will forget….
It’s the day I learned mistakes can also be blessings
for when I see that captain’s smile in my memory from way back then
I like to think if given the chance
I’d make the same mistake…again.
In my youth's frolic at King Lear and Pi
all my days were a Shakespearean tale.
Not algebra, not prose did edify
yet test and limits we pass lest we fail.
To learn and open closed minds to ideas
but I learnt before a fall comes a pride
with a conspiracy one alone bears
yet co-conspirators had much to hide.
For each lame alibi concealed misdeed,
each mad ruse and jape blotted my ledger
but we all do a true life lesson heed
when worn is a cowl or crown to measure.
Comic is the court and jester in school
but better a wise king than a wise fool.
Written: May 1992
She is ten years my senior technically she is a mother figure more than a lover.
Therefore l expect her kisses tender like lavender and maybe a member of November rains and smiles , but no!
She is something like an Oliver Twist story , begging and begging for something she knows life will never give that can only be attributed to her selfishness.
He is fifteen years her senior and technically a father figure and less of a darling.
That's the not the tune she dances to unless the roses thrown at her feet should turn to silver.
He lost his mojo in the days of tango , trying to dejavu a forgotten memento l am sorry he came a little early and that's what made her run for the hills .
So we fight , we lie , we steal and most importantly we cheat just to put a smile and continue thriving in the illusion of hearts.
We escape , we skip town , we push in pain and we pick our guns up and shoot all in the name of love , what a shame!
Sitting alone in the locker room
My eyes still filled with tears
As I choked in the championship
In my high school senior year
Winning the wrestling match
By a score of 8 to 2
Already thinking of the first place plaque
And with it what I would do
Only 15 seconds left to go
I’m already wearing the victory smile
The next thing that I am to know
I’m on my back counting ceiling tiles
Five victories in the book
And this match I am poised to win
Only 10 seconds left to go
If I can avoid having gotten pinned
With 2 seconds on the clock
The referee slaps the wrestling mat
Indicating that my opponent has
Held me for the count of 3 laying on my back
A life lesson was learned that day
You must stay focused until the very end
Or you’re apt to blow the championship
Like I did that day, my friend
As we sit alone together inside our hospital room
It was only but one day ago I held you in my womb.
And today although you’re still too young to fully understand
In what truly is a miracle…I’m holding you in my hands.
How fast we must adjust…adapt…how swiftly we rearrange
This is your first life lesson…how quickly life can change.
There will come a day you no longer fit inside my hands…but do not be too alarmed
because there will never come a time…you don’t fit inside my arms.
You see there’s something magical about a mother’s love…that all your life holds true
It doesn’t matter how big you grow…my love will grow with you.
So as I stare into your eyes today….I find it easy to admit
from my womb, to my hands, to my arms…you are a perfect fit
And I promise I will love you…and be captivated by your charms
as long as I am living…as long as you fit inside my arms.
As a dad, who am I kidding?
I never expected that I would
Ever be a dad. As in I did not
Think I would ever experience
Another human being calling
Me, their dad.
I mean it’s not like I do not like
Being a dad it is just me being
A dad is something that was
unexpected for me.
I mean after all I can be considered
A loner, an outcast one who does not
Quite fit the norm of what a REAL man
Is supposed to me by the standards of
Corrupt society.
Yes little old me.
But it happened you are here and I am
There for you every year of your life.
Whether in person or in spirit I am
ALWAYS there, where, here with you.
As a dad your life existence has become my
Responsibility. So I respond to my ability
to be a presence of stability in my paternity
Energy.
I give thanks to the most high after all your
the apple of me and your mom’s eye.
A living angel in the real when your sad my
Child you come to me bold and courageous
never afraid to tell me how you feel.
We have fun together build memories in all my
years of life I never imagine that I would have my
own family.
As a dad I want to give you the best. Strengthen your
Angel wings so you can fly when your old enough to leave the
Nest.
Prep you for every life lesson because life is constantly testing
My one and only having you is truly a blessing.
As a dad you am me have a special bond that many
Others do not have growing up, so when others see
And acknowledge this they will be envious of you
Because you have something they do not have but
Only wish they had.
As a dad loving you and your mother is my number 1
Priority. You are a apart of me so everything you do I
Know I can not be fully mad at you because you are
A reflection of me.
A house filled with bad and sad memories,
Always bound to be left behind just like its stories.
The house became the final place before her ending
As well as became their own new beginning.
Though this tragedy shall always remain in her loved ones' minds
It will also always remain a life lesson that still binds.
Secrets only shared out of a need for closure,
Her mother slowly but surely closing the book on this chapter.
Soon they shall have the relief they are waiting for.
Even as she, with all of her grief, finally closes the door.
We all lament of what could have been had she not went,
We resent just how things could have been so different.
But together we shall all move forward,
Knowing we'll always have her spirit and each other;
At all of our new beginnings and endings.
So we will remember there will always be a new chapter.
Having lived my own life
lessons you learn through time
ones that count for life
to forget would be a crime
Stammered every day since birth
enduring it all incredibly tough
but better things around my corner
believing it could be enough
One day God broke through
revealing His love in His blessed son
who had died for all my sins
to indwell me shows salvation's done
This God assured me of one thing
He accepted me just as I am
nothing I bring just to Jesus cling
this truth eternally brings me calm
(I have written this to pass on the main life lesson I've learned throughout my life that this has kept me calm and how to live in the forward direction.)
Imagine being born into the world as a guinea pig. An experiment that as the ‘master’ of this guinea pig, you have a complete rule over to torment.
Imagine telling this ’guinea-mouse’ in a glass house, that the very walls were the only thing it could know...Then, the mouse thinking for itself.
Imagine every event, situation, life lesson, relationship, experience...All forged in a foundation of glass.
Imagine telling this mouse it was free...Yet, keeping a proximity collar attached to its leg and saying it were a bracelet.
Imagine this mouse asking questions and getting shamed, mocked, called out for having mad cow disease…
When no, it was indeed just a curious mouse in a fabricated house. Fabricated on the highest pillars of propaganda.
This mouse wants to go to Fiji. This mouse wants to no longer be held captive.
This mouse wants to think and live for itself freely. Not under anymore cracked windows, that can be seen through easily.
Imagine this mouse saying; ‘’No more!’’ But only coming to realize, this mouse house is not a house at all.
It’s a rattrap...An elaborate, well thought out plan over the span of centuries. To keep rats inside their little hidey hole, glass play pins.
This isn’t mind control. This is torture. Practiced. Intent. Bound. Malevolent. Hideous and sad.
Why did this mouse need to be put into a rat cage?
This mouse ponders the ways of being content with what it’s got, knowing that what it’s got was made from the very fibers Rumpelstiltskin forged.
Warts and all.
Silver Fox and Contented Girl, two souls united by quest, bonded tightly.
Heard one crying in the night, so had to leave their bodies immediately.
Will she recognize we are here to help her? Contented Girl asked.
Silver Fox gave her usual head nod, inspiring her to move forward.
The child leaves her body and is sitting upright, looking around in confusion.
Not too quickly Silver Fox said, not by voice, but by placing a slowing paw.
Contented Girl was new at this; she had only been to one other awakening.
One word whispered into her brain “watch”; she knew it came from Silver Fox.
The tiny girl began moving her arms up and down. She starts to laugh.
She is remembering Silver Fox telepathized. She is going to be fine.
A blue glow surrounded the tiny girl; it was the faerie of the lake.
We are going to the light, the faerie said. The little girl took her hand.
Will they catch the murder of that little girl? I asked Silver Fox.
Silver Fox rolled her deep blue eyes; she has been training me hard.
Apparently this is a life lesson I have completely failed at; not mastering at all.
Life begins at death, Silver Fox reminded me. Not in words, but in knowing.
I know that I know this, but I keep forgetting, being human in my awake time.
I traveled back quickly landing into my body with a loud hard whomp!
I always astral travel like this; Silver Fox returned to the Neverlands.
We only meet during our dream state, where my guide is teaching me so much.