I know I'm far from perfect,
But what I say it true,
That my whole life I've been striving,
To follow the example left by you.
You gave me peace and comfort,
When my soul could find no rest,
You were my joy when all was gone,
And for that I am so blessed.
Please stay with me forever,
Please take away my pride,
I know that when I need your help,
You will always lead and guide.
The blood you bled for my sins,
I will forever be in debt,
So I will do everything I can,
To keep the promises that I've kept.
I know I'll make mistakes,
I am human after all, but
Through your sacrifice I know,
That you will catch me when I fall.
Lord, let me love like you do,
Give me strength when I am weak,
Hold me in your embrace forever,
My soul is yours to keep.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Darkness
My soul has lost its way,
Think fog and darkness all around,
Darkness, even at the break of day,
Suffering cause of what I haven't found.
When my eyes are closed the world is black,
And I thought it would be hard,
To Turn around and walk all the way back,
And lay down some brand new cards.
I never realized how easy it would be,
To simply open up my eyes,
The light could fill me up and strengthen me,
And to my sins bid final goodbyes.
If only we could realize,
That however far we run,
He will always be there when we turn around,
God's only begotten son.
Think fog and darkness all around,
Darkness, even at the break of day,
Suffering cause of what I haven't found.
When my eyes are closed the world is black,
And I thought it would be hard,
To Turn around and walk all the way back,
And lay down some brand new cards.
I never realized how easy it would be,
To simply open up my eyes,
The light could fill me up and strengthen me,
And to my sins bid final goodbyes.
If only we could realize,
That however far we run,
He will always be there when we turn around,
God's only begotten son.
Lord of Trance
His arms are flailing about,
In an organized way,
He unleashes his dance moves,
In the bright light of day.
Illuminating the dim,
The crowd gathers around,
Exciting each body,
Moving to pure sound.
Each person takes off,
To each his own,
A brilliant tapestry,
Of dancing is sewn.
The music stops,
They again become sane,
Each goes their separate ways,
Returning to the mundane.
In an organized way,
He unleashes his dance moves,
In the bright light of day.
Illuminating the dim,
The crowd gathers around,
Exciting each body,
Moving to pure sound.
Each person takes off,
To each his own,
A brilliant tapestry,
Of dancing is sewn.
The music stops,
They again become sane,
Each goes their separate ways,
Returning to the mundane.
Haiku and Cinquain Poems
Snow
Resting on my car
Unwelcome, soggy snowflakes
Screw Mother Nature
Sin City
Desert city lights
We will show you a good time
Vegas is the shiz
Stairs
Tall, tiring
Climb, step, elevate
A journey in itself
Stairs
Resting on my car
Unwelcome, soggy snowflakes
Screw Mother Nature
Sin City
Desert city lights
We will show you a good time
Vegas is the shiz
Stairs
Tall, tiring
Climb, step, elevate
A journey in itself
Stairs
Simple Pleasures
Sinking into a warm bubble bath,
Realizing I have leftovers from my favorite restaurant,
Watching your friend laugh after telling a joke.
These I have loved.
The first bite of a rice crispy treat,
Early mornings and cuddling with my puppy,
The satisfying burn of working muscles,
These I have loved.
Cutting the shopping tags off brand new clothes,
Reading letters from missionaries,
Dancing in the club with music pumping,
These I have loved.
Finding a five dollar bill on the ground,
Listening to Techno music,
Running warm water over my hands,
These I have loved.
Being with the ones I care for,
Watching sunrises and sunsets,
Daydreams of my future,
These I have loved.
Realizing I have leftovers from my favorite restaurant,
Watching your friend laugh after telling a joke.
These I have loved.
The first bite of a rice crispy treat,
Early mornings and cuddling with my puppy,
The satisfying burn of working muscles,
These I have loved.
Cutting the shopping tags off brand new clothes,
Reading letters from missionaries,
Dancing in the club with music pumping,
These I have loved.
Finding a five dollar bill on the ground,
Listening to Techno music,
Running warm water over my hands,
These I have loved.
Being with the ones I care for,
Watching sunrises and sunsets,
Daydreams of my future,
These I have loved.
Fictional Story - GREENER
They were evacuating the hospital. I escorted the maternity ward out onto the dusty street. Fearful that any one of them could go into labor at any moment, I hurried them along to the building they would be staying in.
Sandals slapped against the dull brick road, white hospital dresses fluttered in the breeze, and big, round tummies slowly bounced with each footstep. I imagine how strange this might look to someone watching. Ten impregnated women taking an afternoon walk. This wasn’t a leisurely walk, however. In a war torn country, we often had to flee from our homes to hide in the sparse bomb shelters around the neighborhood. I was sure the same thing was on every mother-to-be’s mind – ‘How will I raise a child in this environment?’
Not far from the hospital, Frances and Eduardo are sending their dear son a letter. His name is Pablo, and he is in America, going to college. Frances signs a check for his last semester of tuition. It is all they have left in their bank account. Eduardo kisses his wife’s shoulder. They love their son very much, willing to sacrifice everything, even down to their last nickel, for Pablo to get a quality, American education.
The setting sun glitters on the dirty, cheap buildings. Having no idea what they will have to eat the following morning, they pull out their chairs and turn to the post office to send off the precious letter and check. When they get in line, there are about nine people waiting in line. However, one group of aristocratic men stick out like a sore thumb among the people dressed in dull, dirty clothes. One even holds some brandy in a glass while he waits in like, carrying a magazine and a large stack of official-looking envelopes and what appears to be bodyguards on his right and left.
“What is a man like that doing in the post office?” Eduardo murmurs to his wife.
The man overhears him say this and turns to Eduardo and says, “I am Jacobo Esteves, son of the dictator of this country. I am fleeing from this country, because I do not agree with my father’s beliefs. He will kill me unless I leave. But before I leave, I must send some of my father’s secret plans to the United States.”
Lisle peeks out of her ‘rock house’ that she plays in when her family visits their beach house. She looks up into the sky and watches the plane that Jacobo Esteves is traveling on. She wonders who the people are on the plane, and where they are going. She jumps out of her playhouse and spreads her arms as wide as they can. Imitating the sounds of an airplane, her feet soar across the grass, then sand, finally hitting the salty sea waves. She wishes she could fly away just like that plane – to freedom. Away from two parents addicted to money and their jobs. She knows on the outside, her family looks successful, even perfect. But everything is not as what it seems. Her hand glides over her bruised, scratched arm that her daddy left her when he got too drunk and angry. If I was on my plane, Lisle thinks, I would fly across the ocean to a pretty little village and make friends with the children that lived there.
“Lisle!” her mother’s voice sounds over the waves, “Come inside!”
Her daydreaming would have to wait until tomorrow.
Sandals slapped against the dull brick road, white hospital dresses fluttered in the breeze, and big, round tummies slowly bounced with each footstep. I imagine how strange this might look to someone watching. Ten impregnated women taking an afternoon walk. This wasn’t a leisurely walk, however. In a war torn country, we often had to flee from our homes to hide in the sparse bomb shelters around the neighborhood. I was sure the same thing was on every mother-to-be’s mind – ‘How will I raise a child in this environment?’
Not far from the hospital, Frances and Eduardo are sending their dear son a letter. His name is Pablo, and he is in America, going to college. Frances signs a check for his last semester of tuition. It is all they have left in their bank account. Eduardo kisses his wife’s shoulder. They love their son very much, willing to sacrifice everything, even down to their last nickel, for Pablo to get a quality, American education.
The setting sun glitters on the dirty, cheap buildings. Having no idea what they will have to eat the following morning, they pull out their chairs and turn to the post office to send off the precious letter and check. When they get in line, there are about nine people waiting in line. However, one group of aristocratic men stick out like a sore thumb among the people dressed in dull, dirty clothes. One even holds some brandy in a glass while he waits in like, carrying a magazine and a large stack of official-looking envelopes and what appears to be bodyguards on his right and left.
“What is a man like that doing in the post office?” Eduardo murmurs to his wife.
The man overhears him say this and turns to Eduardo and says, “I am Jacobo Esteves, son of the dictator of this country. I am fleeing from this country, because I do not agree with my father’s beliefs. He will kill me unless I leave. But before I leave, I must send some of my father’s secret plans to the United States.”
Lisle peeks out of her ‘rock house’ that she plays in when her family visits their beach house. She looks up into the sky and watches the plane that Jacobo Esteves is traveling on. She wonders who the people are on the plane, and where they are going. She jumps out of her playhouse and spreads her arms as wide as they can. Imitating the sounds of an airplane, her feet soar across the grass, then sand, finally hitting the salty sea waves. She wishes she could fly away just like that plane – to freedom. Away from two parents addicted to money and their jobs. She knows on the outside, her family looks successful, even perfect. But everything is not as what it seems. Her hand glides over her bruised, scratched arm that her daddy left her when he got too drunk and angry. If I was on my plane, Lisle thinks, I would fly across the ocean to a pretty little village and make friends with the children that lived there.
“Lisle!” her mother’s voice sounds over the waves, “Come inside!”
Her daydreaming would have to wait until tomorrow.
2010 Men's Convention
10:00am
Room #10……………………………………………………………………………..Basic Communication
Room #12……………………………………………………...When To Give Chocolate and Flowers
Room #13...…………………………………………………………….………...Life Isnt Just About Xbox
11:00am
Room #14……………………………..…Experimenting with Your Hairstyle is Not Attractive
Room #16…………………………………………….........Conservative Facial Hair, You Can Do It!
Room #10……………………………………………….………………….………..Diamonds and Jewelry
~12:00~
~Lunch~
1:00pm
Room #19……………………………..…………………………………………How To Make Her Happy
Room #18……………………………….…Your Car Can’t Fix You Dinner, Your Girlfriend Can
Room #12……………………………………………………….……..Understanding ‘Girl’s Night Out’
2:00pm
Room #14……………………………………………………………………………………….Patience Is Key
Room #12…………………………………………………………..………..Evaluating the Relationship
Room #16………………………………………………………………………....………..How To Say Sorry
Room #10……………………………………………………………………………..Basic Communication
Room #12……………………………………………………...When To Give Chocolate and Flowers
Room #13...…………………………………………………………….………...Life Isnt Just About Xbox
11:00am
Room #14……………………………..…Experimenting with Your Hairstyle is Not Attractive
Room #16…………………………………………….........Conservative Facial Hair, You Can Do It!
Room #10……………………………………………….………………….………..Diamonds and Jewelry
~12:00~
~Lunch~
1:00pm
Room #19……………………………..…………………………………………How To Make Her Happy
Room #18……………………………….…Your Car Can’t Fix You Dinner, Your Girlfriend Can
Room #12……………………………………………………….……..Understanding ‘Girl’s Night Out’
2:00pm
Room #14……………………………………………………………………………………….Patience Is Key
Room #12…………………………………………………………..………..Evaluating the Relationship
Room #16………………………………………………………………………....………..How To Say Sorry
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