The time of night slips through the day, as I wake up and wonder why these so called events happen.
Just like time, life also slips away from one night to the next; so unpredictable with no warning or yield signs. Nothing that says,"STOP; Turn Around!".
To think a life can just disappear between seconds, minutes, hours or days.
It boggles my mind; every thought, every idea is crushed down to One thought and memories of him.
He had thoughts, ideas, memories, wishes, dreams, friendships, and loved ones. To think his life was shattered with a mistakeable happening.
I ask the question like a child, but honestly why does God let those things happen?
For us, death seems so untimely or atleast for me I don't think he was suppose to go yet.
But the real question i'm getting at; Did God?
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
In The Way He did.
My heart races as I pace the floor. Tears scream out of my eyes wondering if there's more.
His death has got me thinking, going past time; that life is unexpected and re-circles in my mind.
His loss is unexpected and though I am awake; I feel as though I am dreaming, crossing the distance of day.
My mind is a blur and the thought is purely unknown, wishing and hoping it would have been different along the road.
Gone through every detail of when I talked to him, thinking of how lost and concised his life has been.
Sorrow closes in on my saddened heart, at a loss for words, everythings feelings like its falling apart.
We can't rewind the past nor delete the present, but i'm wondering why he left in the way he did.
His death has got me thinking, going past time; that life is unexpected and re-circles in my mind.
His loss is unexpected and though I am awake; I feel as though I am dreaming, crossing the distance of day.
My mind is a blur and the thought is purely unknown, wishing and hoping it would have been different along the road.
Gone through every detail of when I talked to him, thinking of how lost and concised his life has been.
Sorrow closes in on my saddened heart, at a loss for words, everythings feelings like its falling apart.
We can't rewind the past nor delete the present, but i'm wondering why he left in the way he did.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
All Part of the Circle of Winter
The Wind howls at the frozen Trees, yet the trees do not Move.
They stand there with an eloquence glaring back at everything around Them.
The icy like snow plunders to the ground with the ground catching every fall.
Blankets of overbearing Snow cover the hard Cement and sidewalks.
People passing slush around making there way; the wind beats hard on there face as looking down to avoid the soft yet piercing Snow.
Reluctantly I have a Scarf that engulfs my face to protect me from the frostbiting fall.
My fingers are Frigid, Cold and Unfeeling as I race to my Shelter in seek of warmth and refuge away from the storm.
Although the Sun has spread out his rays; I am no where near the sunlight nor has the warmth of the rays reached the Atmosphere.
Every rising hour, a new glaze of snow is placed over the north; fresh Footprints then follow.
A February afternoon opening its eyes to evening has turned into a mustery Alaskan night; freezing climate and darkened clouds halo the horizon.
They stand there with an eloquence glaring back at everything around Them.
The icy like snow plunders to the ground with the ground catching every fall.
Blankets of overbearing Snow cover the hard Cement and sidewalks.
People passing slush around making there way; the wind beats hard on there face as looking down to avoid the soft yet piercing Snow.
Reluctantly I have a Scarf that engulfs my face to protect me from the frostbiting fall.
My fingers are Frigid, Cold and Unfeeling as I race to my Shelter in seek of warmth and refuge away from the storm.
Although the Sun has spread out his rays; I am no where near the sunlight nor has the warmth of the rays reached the Atmosphere.
Every rising hour, a new glaze of snow is placed over the north; fresh Footprints then follow.
A February afternoon opening its eyes to evening has turned into a mustery Alaskan night; freezing climate and darkened clouds halo the horizon.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
...and So it Comes
We come to a halt in our lives where our thoughts run wild, our desires strengthen and we feel an impowerful force that surrounds us. No matter what direction we're going, for some reason we may never know where we are going yet we have a feeling that we are heading the right direction. A peace that calms us even if we feel like we could break down and cry. A surreal yet unreal feeling of hope that could just get us to the next day, or the next success. Sitting in a cool, colored room with open minded people whispering quietly amongst eachother; the lights are dim with an inviting welcome of serenity. Well lit candles cover the tables like sailboats floating on an ocean. Laughter fills the perfect warmed air, as a man and woman whom sit close, hand in hand, share a glass of red champagne. The atmosphere is shown in the texture of the room, the peoples voices and my own glance into the room of peace...............
Friday, February 1, 2008
Thought of the Day- Rekindling a Friendship
Rekindling A Friendship from the Past Years is like Rekindling Wood in a Fireplace that has Been Unlit for a long period of Time. All there Needs to Be is a Source to light that Fire.
Like Painting on a Canvas
To write an unknown feeling on a blank page, Is like deciding what to paint on a canvas. You have a visuality in your mind yet it can't transpire from your head to your fingertips to the tip of your pencil or in this case the keys. For some it's a natural rhythmical flow while others it takes much thought. The flow may not be so narrow or straight. It could possibly have winding roads where it creates its own pathway. Once you begin to write, paint or draw, you naturally know what will come next. Today I don't.
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