Sometimes here, but never there

He

...Was always there to lend a hand.

...Always had the words to make you laugh.

...Was surrounded by many and appreciated by few.

...Never fought it and let it win.

...Was taken one day.

.______.

I

...Will always remember the things you taught me.

...Will never forget your laugh.

...Will keep your memory alive.

...Miss you dearly, but mostly

...Wish I were there.

Las Golondrinas...

Traigo el alma sobre un mar de sentimientos

Todavia no cicatrizan mis heridas

Ese radio me toco en el peor momento

La cancion que amargan mas las despedidas

Rechazar a quien ame por tanto tiempo

Se que voy a lamentarlo mientras viva

-Escuche Las Golondrinas

I'm gonna need more wood.

I have to agree with the Pastrami Llama.
I'm not a Debbie downer, I believe what I see.
Why am I going to waste my life away searching for what is not there?

I don't read much......or read any at all.
I can't say I know anything about poetry or literature.
All I know is that the few things I've read, written by John Donne, have some truth to them.
He lived, loved and lost and was the kind of realist person I consider myself to be.
Just don't call me a pessimist, because the differences are great.

I will continue to restart and feed the fire because I realize that I cannot stop the winds or rainstorms.

When that elixir is found, then you have my attention.

 Love's Alchemy

 -John Donne
Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,

Say, where his centric happiness doth lie;
I have lov'd, and got, and told,
But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
I should not find that hidden mystery.
Oh, 'tis imposture all!
And as no chemic yet th'elixir got,
But glorifies his pregnant pot
If by the way to him befall
Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,
So, lovers dream a rich and long delight,
But get a winter-seeming summer's night.



Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,
Shall we for this vain bubble's shadow pay?
Ends love in this, that my man
Can be as happy'as I can, if he can
Endure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play?
That loving wretch that swears
'Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,
Which he in her angelic finds,
Would swear as justly that he hears,
In that day's rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres.
Hope not for mind in women; at their best
Sweetness and wit, they'are but mummy, possess'd.

Dreams are made winding..

It's an odd feeling, waking up in a blank state.

Was I dead while I slept?
What goes on inside my head while I sleep? I can never remember my dreams.

Is that something to worry about? Even the most memorable dreams sort of slip away as I try to remember them, until they just disappear.

Are my thoughts and dreams that pointless that they're not worth remembering withing seconds of waking?
Would my life be any different if I lingered on a dream while being awake?

The Dream
-by John Donne

Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream;
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for phantasy:

Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it.
Thou art so truth that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories.
Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best
Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.

As lightning or a taper's light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise, waked me;
Yet I thought thee
(For thou lov'st truth) an angel at first sight;
But when I saw thou saw'st my heart,
And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an angels art,
When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam'st then,
I must confess it could not choose but be
Prophane to think thee anything but thee.

Comming and staying showed thee thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That Love is weak, where fear's as strong as he;
'Tis not all spirit pure and brave
If mixture it of Fear, Shame, Honour, have.
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me,
Thou cam'st to kindle, go'st to come; Then I
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.

I held you...

I looked at you as soon as I woke up this morning, you blinked back with a glow on your face.
You are the reason I wake up every morning. You get me through the day.
Everytime I look at you, you respond the same way and it brings a smile to my face.
I cannot imagine my day without you. Just to feel you in my hands gives me comfort.

But there was something different today.
I held you. I look at you like I always do.
You did not blink back at me and the glow on your face had dissappeared.
A dreadful feeling filled my chest and made me feel queasy.
What had I done?

Then it hit me...

I forgot to charge my Blackberry last night.

Pondering...

What makes you happy?

How can a person be happy when the meaning of happiness changes from day to day?

Today, being healthy could make me happy. Tomorrow, I may be healthy but broke.
Will having money make me happy the following day?

If you change your mind about what makes you happy more than you change underpants, (and I hope you do at least once a week), what makes you think you will find happiness at all?

The search for excitement in life can only last so long, and is gone quicker than it took to find it.

I'm a bore, living a simple, dull, repetitive life.

Go look for your happiness in hopes of finding it in the near future.

I'll stick to my daily happy moments that pull me through the day.

You be the Brain, I'll be Pinky.

Bleh.

It's not funny Meow is it?

It is, in fact, true.

One picture speaks a thousand words, even if it is a LoLcat.

Are things going your way today,

Or is the whole world against you?