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Sometimes
It's hard to appreciate
What we have
Instead
Of always thinking
Of what we don't have
Sometimes
It's hard to notice those who love us
When all we notice
Is those who never truly did
Sometimes
It's easier to give loyalty
To people who don't deserve it
Instead
Of giving it to people
Who were always there
Sometimes
It's easier to place blame on everyone else
Rather than taking the blame
Ourselves
Sometimes it's so easy to cry
And look for reasons
Not to smile
Instead
Of searching for reasons to be happy
And not be sad
Sometimes
Life is difficult
But
Sometimes
We have to push through
And be strong
As an imperfect man who is journeying towards a better version of himself
A man who is not strong because of his strength but willingness to push through his brokenness
An individual who will continue to mess up so please know my love is not perfect but rather a work in progress
I'm not making excuses; I'm trying to tell the truth
Too many misunderstand what I love you is
So, when I say that phrase to you as much as I can fit it within our remaining time to feel...
I'm saying my love is all I really have because no amount of anything could ever replace it
My love is broken but that means there is room for it to heal, to become stronger, and there's no one else is rather do this with than you
My love will never reach the heights you deserve
It will never be full enough to fill the empty spots of your past or the bruised parts of our home
It will not be able to provide our family with enough to reach the full potential from shooting stars
The song of my heartbeat keeps playing for you like the song you play when your heart feels beat up
And when the batteries run out, I'll sing for you
But it's never enough to even scratch the surface
However, for everything my love isn't HE IS
So, when I say I love you I'm really communicating how God has allowed me to borrow His sacrifice to help provide you with everything you deserve
When I say I love you it's God speaking for me through everything I prayed for
I love you is me holding your heart because God is holding mine
Love is falling through faith with wings of His promises
You are a reflection of a perfect love so I'm doing my best to look myself in the mirror
Ask the hard questions, because love is something we make not give
p.s. I didn't understand it, until I met you…
Five hundred years Giovanni Fontana had the notion
To rope gears to wheels and put it in motion.
One hundred years ago an idea came to Baron von Drais
Horses had been killed, ploughing required other ways.
Two wheels, no pedals, all made of wood
You had to push through the field, but still did some good.
A Scotsman added pedals, to the rear wheel
Maybe to celebrate, his friends danced a reel.
A Frenchman made the "boneshaker", which lived up to its name.
Ahead of its time, though reasons to complain.
It vibrated horrendously on the bumpy roads
Rattling teeth, rattling nerves, rattling loads.
Then England's "Penny Farthing" led the attack:
A five foot wheel in front, tiny wheel in back.
It was hard to climb on, and to keep a balance.
Every mount was a test of acrobatic talents
If you fell off without a helmet, it was hard on the brain.
Inventors went back to the drawing board again.
Radial spokes came in 1870, ball bearings 2 years later.
Progress is a goddess, love her or hate her.
Caliper brakes, multiple gears, shifters came fast.
Still too bumpy to have a blast.
Societies of bicyclists lobbied for roads paved and smooth.
Women started riding, old attitudes moved.
Across the pond Thomas Stevens rode a trans-U.S. ride.
With that kind of bike, a reason for pride.
Then pedals to gears got linked with a chain.
Derailleur was the next step, and a drive train.
The Italian Army used a foldable during World War I.
Between incoming bullets, they might have had fun.
Like the future Mountain bike, it handled rough terrain.
But for that, California cyclists tinkered, got the fame.
So that brings me to the day that I was cycling on a country road
composing verses, humming, reciting an ode.
Overtaken by two cyclists on electric bikes from Preston
Were batteries cheating? I glumly asked the question.
I concede it's liberation, more folks in fresh air
Their efforts assisted, but still mostly fair
Causality doesn't focus on me, of course
I'm just a convergence, a bike over a horse.
But all this history made it possible, on a rural lane
To move on my own power, through really nice terrain.
Arise, my son and seize the day.
May winds and sun make light your way
To carry you each day anew.
But if not so, these things I pray:
• That should the dreams that you pursue
Appear to slip beyond your view
That you'd find faith to stay the course
And keep the spark alight in you.
• That if you walk uncharted shores
With tired limbs and closing doors
If you should feel the urge to quit
Push through to find tomorrow yours.
• That you'll know truth you won't forget
So it may keep your pathways lit
Within the night when darkness lies
And shadows sell the counterfeit.
• That you remain both brave and wise
Yet see the world through hopeful eyes.
And on your way, if you should fall
Brush off what was – my son – and rise.
On july 21'st 1942, seventy seven ANZAC
militia, had a breath taking view.' Imperial
Jappanese forces fourteen thousand strong..Moved upon Kokoda they moved
Back let them take the village, yet soon the
Test would be on.! They fanned out in the
Jungle; each side of that thin trail, the first Firefight was soon joined, and forty enemies died all entailed, six Aussies out of
Action, now only 71 guns full strength, they had
Decided their tactics, exact a toll for each
pace lent...Every foot of this track.'
Every inch would cost real dear.' They intended to drive into the Jappanese forces, pangs of caution and
fear, after a week the advace was at a
crawl, Jappanese deaths now in
Hundreds.' And the Aussies began recieving calls..Douglas MacArthur exclaimed and complained.' They were cowards going backwards.' They should be immovable on that bloody trail, he railed.' They were having none of it..By now the Jappanese were
Much slower moving , both sides had
Dysentry and maleria and skin ulcers..
And old MacArther he still
Railed..Third week and two hundred
ANZACS reinforced the gallant few, their
Punishment escalated the Jappanese still
Trying to push through.' By the twenty forth
Of September they were 450 men strong
So they began ' counter attacking' hitting
out strong.' We all know the story they
drove on to the sea..Smashing the enemy
Who were now on their knees.' Old Doug
MacArther..Here I give him his dues addmited his under-estimation.' The ANZACS did know what to do.' He hailed
Them as fearless ( for their time best in the
World ) and soon we will see Australia day
All credit.' And honour my praises i hurl.'
At
To the feet of the 77..And those who
joined the fray
In who kept freedoms light burning,
and their country itself un-dimmed those days,
It could have been disaster.' Upon that tough dirt trail, but the ANZACS endured their country
They never failed..So stand up Australia on
The twenty sixth to celebrate the spirit that
Thats uniqely in your mix.' Play march and
Celebrate..Under the clear blue skies..its
All to do.' C'mon and see your great
country through.
In peacefull celebrations flood the streets
And parks and beaches, too this a time ( that belongs to you' )
The outward shows itself,
It is the portrait on the canvas,
We overlook and bypass,
Its message is in the mind of the painter.
There's a restraint,
The outside is the constraint,
We need to push through its walls,
To see what is in the stalls.
It’s human to judge by the cover,
It’s what meets our eyes,
Our elements hover,
They hinder us from breaking through the ice.
It takes a painstaking effort
To push beyond the boundary,
Though we appear stationary,
We've transcended the barriers.
We're on a flight to a new realm,
We've gone beyond the helm,
Peace finds our being,
The enclosed we have seen.
January 10, 2023.
The gravel crunches beneath your boots, a sharp, rhythmic sound that feels far too loud in the heavy silence.
On either side, the steel rails stretch out into the mist, gleaming faintly like two parallel lines that never intend to meet.
The fog swallows everything, draping itself over the skeletal remains of a town that used to brim with life.
Through the gray veil, the rotting timber of the old church steeple leans precariously against the sky.
Decades ago, the doors were wide open, and the warmth of the congregation spilled out into the street. Now, the damp air carries only a heavy, suffocating stillness.
It is completely lonesome out here. Where families once gathered for Sunday potlucks on the grass and children chased each other along the tracks, only weeds push through the cracked earth.
You can almost hear the faint, ghostly echo of old hymns and shared laughter fading into the mist, a poignant reminder of when God’s love felt tangible in the handshakes of neighbors and the shared meals of a tight-knit community.
Now, the tracks remain dead and cold. You are entirely alone, walking past the ghosts of a forgotten sanctuary, moving forward into a gray void where a thriving home used to be.
I feel as if I’m walking alone aimlessly, searching for God, It’s only me, 55 years ago with no anchor, the burnt up ashes of my past are slowly coming together again.
The FOG is my blanket, my shield, my enemies cannot see, the scars upon my arm show my inner pain, the lonesome sound of a train whistle is my sign, I must climb aboard as to disappear into the abyss..
You never saw it
But the light...
It was always radiant
In the darkest corridors
In the loneliest corners
Where you'd sit and shiver
I'd bring you a coffee
And wrap you in a blanket
You always illuminated my world
But maybe, just maybe
I cast shadows on you
And you'd cry into my shoulder
We rarely spoke a word
But we were the duality
Of light and dark
Thriving in one place
I always wondered
The thing is...
We met at such a peculiar time
It was neither love
But neither was it hate
It was acceptance
Of our fate to walk together
It was neither opera
Nor was it nocturne
But we were inseparable
Even as we suffered
Our own uniquely private battles
Every day with new scars
Every day wondering how we'd do it again
To push through the pain
But we surely found a way
Maybe it was divinity
Honestly though...
I don't believe in a divine being
But you were an angel
And I was a demon
And I watched you suffer
Powerless to prevent it
I was the silence personified
That allowed you to be victimized
But you always thanked me
For the coffee I brought you
And the shoulder I lent you
And I was truly miserable
Wallowing in your misery
I would have done anything
Just to see you smile
You never felt it
But the truth...
I loved you from the start
And you sacrificed your own light
Just to help me shine
But it led to you descending
Into the depths of the shadows
And so after all this time
I'm finally reaching out
With tears streaming down my cheeks
No more confusion
And no more apologies
Just know if you take my hand
You can reach out for the light
I may not be an angel
But I'll guide you to a better place
3/4/25
"Time"
People often rat pack
Quick to have the last laugh
It's a sad fact
That we never could get past that
Time is something we can never have back
Few heed the forecast
Torches pass
Opposing forces clash
Since the prehistoric past
Waters roaring
Weather storming
Gases forming
Among all the forking paths
Time continuously soaring fast
Even before there was Pterodactyl's
Always looming in the distance like an Ant hill
Weighing heavily on the mind like an anvil
Can't fix what can kill with just an Advil
Time never at a standstill
Close by and in light years
Voices calling in my ear
It's quite clear
Why fear?
In the end we all die here
Eventually our time's near
Thank you for the nice talk
Push through when life is colder than an ice block
Don't give up, even if it's quite the shock
Something you can't just write off
That we can't fight the clock
Because never does time stop
It's not all about prize winning
Don't spend it all wine sipping
Be true instead of lying and tricking
Try swimming instead of ending it by quitting
While living
Endlessly time ticking
You don't always need night vision
Look hard to find what is quite hidden
Make the best of your life and live it
Only so much time is given
It held true, not just wrote in rhyme
Wasn't always going fine
Until I had a sober mind
Changes occurred over time
Throughout life
Always will be ups and downsides
It took awhile, but peace I found by
A cowhide below the cloud line
Where birds all around fly
Instead of trying to doubt why
Now I
Am of a sound mind
Could say it was overdue and about time
Energy and moving objects may collide
It all relates to state of mind
So don't be afraid and whine
Reach new heights then take the climb
Be strong so you can break the ice
Stay sharp as the blade of a knife
Beside the age of a tide
While you can have a whale of a time
More to life than red wine
And dead guys (money)
Hold your head high
Give it all your best try
In order to withstand the test of time
Remember how I was the locket and you were the key
I know you ain't just set this all up with me to just leave
This is the most memories I ever made, with anything and anyone, that I ever had
I don't know that this pain will ever heal, I do know, I miss you way too bad
My whole heart stopped, it froze, you know how hard it beat for you
This the only time in my whole life I ever doubted that I could push through
I know it's true now, for a fact, when they say, "it's always the good ones that are gone too soon."
I'll never forget the day that you slipped from the light of the sun, into beneath the shadows of the moon
And before we caught on, to even catch you, you were gone too soon
All it takes is one slip, you lose you grip and it's gone, the lines become too blurry
And you can't see pain where it hurts the most, and, I'm so sorry
We're too use to just blaming it on just being "off balance"
We were right all along, and we didn't know soon enough, now you're gone.