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“No Time for That”

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“No Time For That”

As I lay here, full of anguish and pain, I think of all I have done, solely for my personal gain.

I think of my mother, who has her own pain. At times I do wonder, if visiting me, increases her pain, or perhaps brings her fear. One thing I know, I wish she were here. Sitting beside me, sharing her pain and expressing her fear.

My mind and body, are awakened by pain. Trying to sleep, I start counting sheep. Wanting to weep, but unwilling to cry, more times than not, I wish I would die.

My flesh wounds are deep. My emotional ones are deeper. Many nights have passed, when I see the Grim Reaper. No time for that. No time for that.

My existence is real, and I am here for a reason. I fight every day, and like a good soldier, I don’t commit treason. I ride every day. Time after time, beaten and bruised, I am dethroned from my saddle. Day after day, in this thing called life, I continue to battle.

I appear to be healthy, but I am broken inside. Today was divine, and I did see the sign. For God sent an Angel, to pray by my side. Signs from God have been many, all of which I’ve ignored. No time for that. No time for that.

What other signs will come? Will there even be any? Perhaps at least one? Was my Angel correct? Was this my last one?

As I bathe in my sorrow, I think of tomorrow. What will life hold, should I choose to change? What if I don’t? Will I live from spare change? No time for that. No time for that.

I know it’s not easy but the choice is mine. When I seek God’s help, he sends many signs. He invites me to dinner, and he always serves wine. Once I accept, I know in my heart, that I will be fine.

In silence, I tell myself “Help yourself out. God will be with you, day in and day out.” I will make time for that. I must make time for that.

“There Will Be Tears”

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“There Will Be Tears”

“There Will Be Tears”

Today, after five years, what we had, came to an end as I watched your blue eyes shed two lonely tears.

It was two thirty in the morning. From a local motel to your place, I considered walking. It was not far, but I somehow I arrived in a car. You were asleep so I walked in without knocking.

My presence awoke you. Was it my manly aroma? The mere presence of my persona? Perhaps it was just Kona?

The urge to smoke was strong. The desire for sex was stronger. What could go wrong? Before and after, I smoked a cigarette. Is this something that I will one day regret?

We slept. We cuddled. We woke. As in many past mornings, you offered me coffee. I walked you to work. Unlike the day in Kona, when I proposed, our time together was rushed and not exactly right. Was I walking away from our future, which at one point we imagined as happy and bright? The morning was cloudy and the ground was wet. Something I noticed as I hugged you goodbye and our bodies met.

I’m already missing you, the clean crisp air and the Oregon rain. Has my excitement to leave numbed my pain? While in LA, what will I experience? Perhaps a new girlfriend, smog or toxic rain? Only time will tell. Once I am there, if I don’t like my job or my boss, I can always send them to hell.

“I Wish I Knew”

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“I Wish I Knew”

The reasons for your departure escape me. The thought of finding out frightens me.

The idea of your return, while sporadic and unrealistic, warms my heart, gives me strength and keeps me from falling apart. For I know, that in this world, I will one day play your part.

As I look at your photo, I see my reflection. Without direction, my heart races and like a snare drum, beats rapidly, sending through my apparent fearless being, a fiery rush of fear, the same feeling I felt, every time you were near.

My time has come and my cue is near. On this day, as I prepare to walk, my excitement has finally conquered my fear. My heart, fearlessly beating, guides me up the steps, that thanks to you, were once my greatest fear.

As I ‘walk the walk’, I look at the ocean of proud beings, all while wishing you were here. Best of all, I do this without a single thought of fear.

I wish I knew.

“I Belong”

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“I Belong”

My travels, often long but few,
Continually keep me on the front lines,
Far and away from you.
Blessed to have you,
I pray for your well being,
And for my safe return,
For on this soil, by your side,
Forever I belong.

Seconds before your last kiss,
And just before my departure,
I close my eyes and in my mind,
Under the dim lights, the bright sun,
Or the clear moonlight,
Your last pose I capture.

When we are apart,
You are closer to my heart.
As I leave our nest,
I begin my quest, to on command,
Relive the moment when I captured your last pose.
For in your absence, frozen in time,
This moment feeds my heart,
Which forever holds you close.

The thought of leaving you is frightening.
The possibility of never returning
Is as real as all the stars lighting my nights,
When they are brightly shining.

While I am away, my mission is to survive,
And to protect my countrymen,
Even if I will never again be seen alive.
When I am at home, with you,
My mission is to be the best husband I can be.
To make you happy, make you feel safe,
And bring you smiles, all while wishing for the day,
When I never again have to traverse those immense oceans,
Or walk those long miles.

My journeys without you,
Although bearable,
Are always grueling and long.
As I move from port to port,
Your unconditional love,
Understanding and support,
Are my pillars and my strength,
To keep moving forward,
To protect my country,
For in it, and next to you,
Forever I belong.

“Is It Me?”

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“Is It Me?”

“Is It Me?”

Is it me? Am I just imagining all these things that I see? Are all the bank tellers really angry at me? They don’t know my name. I bring them my money and that’s all that they see. Expressing no hurry and much discontent, the post office workers, as they work the long line, go on with their day as if their shipping method was the only way.

Is it me or has the world grown cold? Perhaps I am senile and just getting old. The human connection is obviously lacking. As I check out of my local corner store, the effect of the self-check-out stand is something I refuse to ignore.

It is me? Have our lives gone numb? Sadly, asking genuine and humanizing questions is something many view as weird and often dumb. “Have a great day!” is something almost all of us say. Adding one word to this otherwise generic phrase has the power to positively impact someone’s day. You humanize the moment even as they are walking away. “Have a great day Bob. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

I’m not a very good swimmer but I refuse to drown in this ever growing pool of dehumanization. What path are we on? Is it the right one? If you see what I see, I invite you to swim. Add a word. Share your love. Give a smile. Lend a hand. Start small or if you like, start a movement that will once again humanize and connect this great nation.

If you see what I see, then perhaps it’s not me.

Done?

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Are you done? What’s taking so long? Is this one of those projects that you will forever prolong?

How many of those projects do you own? Have you noticed that your kids have grown? Your projects will forever be with you but your kids will soon be out on their own.

Will you notice when their wings spread or will your projects be the only things that roam around in your head?

They are ready. No, not your projects. Your kids have spread their wings and will soon fly out on their own.

Are you done yet?

Feed the Monster

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Feed the monster. It is hungry. It is always hungry. Although not always, it is surrounded by geniune love and affection. The monter’s appetite craves something different. Something more. It craves attention. Yes. The type of attention that requires some plannning and fabrication. Yes. The one that will ultimately lead it to it’s own destruction.

Do you feel the need to feed the monster?

“Connected”

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“Connected”

Through your pain, to you, I feel connected. Through your actions, by you, I feel respected.

Without words, in you, I sense frustration. If I could, for you, I’d build a nation.

Through the good and bad, up the channel of life you keep rowing. As a person and a mother, you continually keep growing.

Your accomplishments are a source of inspiration, for me and the many who live tomorrow in frustration.

In silence, by many, you are respected. To you, now and forever, I feel connected.

“A Holiday Kiss”

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“A Holiday Kiss”

Like the sunlight brightens our day, without lights, a kiss can brighten up any holiday. As we approach a new year, our excitement rises and so does the holiday cheer. Go ahead.  Christmas is a week away but you can start by kissing your child today. No children you say? No worries. Pets are also okay. To them, kiss or no kiss, being with you always brightens their day.

Make this holiday fun. Teach your children to walk or perhaps even run. Give them a kiss on the forehead or one on the cheek. Teach them patience, while you all wait for Santa, who will be here next week. To see what Santa will bring, kids always sneak in a peek. Remember? We were once kids. Year after year, on Christmas Eve, we fought with our tired eyelids.

When it’s cold, a holiday kiss can keep you warm. In the rain, it ignites your inner strength and reminds you that you can fight through a storm, especially because you know you are not alone.

A holiday kiss, on your way out to work, has extra magic. It lets you know that you are loved and confirms why you love to come home.

Big or small, gifts are nice. When it’s my time to give, I never think twice. Whether your gift is made of the finest silk or the cheapest cotton, after you open it, a holiday kiss lets you know that you were not forgotten.

A holiday kiss has the invisible power to put us in a state of bliss. It unlocks our memory banks and causes us to reminisce. The timing is right. Find your target and plan your flight. Not across the country but across the room, which on Christmas Day will be cozy and bright. When you are ready, fire your holiday kiss. After all, if you aim at nothing, you will never miss.

“Moments”

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“Moments”

“Moments”

Movies have scenes. Lives have moments. Great movies have great directors. At your young age and in this great country, you have the power of choice. You have the power to be the best director ever. A director of life, your life.

Life will undoubtedly present you with great challenges. Do not fear, for these are simply opportunities for you to break them down, and explore their advantages. As you do, more than you know, as a person you will grow.

There will be many roads to travel, mountains to climb and rivers to cross. At times, you will feel overwhelmed and often lost. Be prepared. It’s o.k. to feel scared. Be brave and reach out to those who love you. Seek their wisdom, guidance and support. Especially from those who have already traveled the road you are on, climbed the seemingly endless mountain you are climbing, or have crossed the wide and intimidating river you are preparing to cross.

Our lives are made up of moments. May your life continue to be filled with many wonderful moments. May God bless you and guide you in becoming the best director ever. A director of life, your life.

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