Imperfect

We can’t take back the time we spend,
It’s gone forever now,
And we all mess up, we all fall down;
Not one of us is perfect.
So hit the ground and hit it hard,
Feel the pain and lose your breath
But when the numbness hits
And you fight to stand
Pray to God to make it right.
Dust yourself off, and let the bruises fill.
”Dear Father, I need you”
I’m such a helpless fool.

Aubade

Greetings to you sunset,
And to the sun farewell,
I don’t suppose that you’d remember me.
But I remember rising,
And I remember when I fell,
‘Twas not long ago we sat near by the sea.

This morning I went walking;
I heard the scuffle of my feet,
And I walked the road with wind upon my face.
Strange smells filled my nostrils,
From the freshness of the street;
I found that nowhere is a mystifying place.

You might ask “What of this sunset,
And why all this silly talk,
About a time that so inclines you to recall?
What about these paces,
That you placed while on this walk?
Do you remember all the places that we’d fall?”

Oh, I do remember;
I know every blistering spot.
I know I’ve found some perils on this road.
I know I’ve tripped and fallen
As I dropped the things I brought,
But I got back up to bear another load.

There isn’t too much comfort
When you walk a path alone,
Unless you take the comfort from upstairs.
And falling feels like falling
And the path is still unknown,
But keep to walking and keep to saying prayers.

So good morning to the sunrise,
Good evening to sunset;
There’s so much I wish these eyes could see:
To grasp my hope and future,
That elusive silhouette,
But the sun, for now, is good enough for me.

My eyes are blue and grey now,
Just like they’ve always been,
And the sun, well, it’ll set again today
It’ll rise just shortly after
I don’t know exactly when
But I trust that everything will be okay.

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Lord,

She’ll be tall and blonde, although she doesn’t have to be blonde. And she really doesn’t have to be tall. I used to say that she’ll be brunette. She might be brunette, she might be blonde; she might not. But she’ll love You. She’ll be sweet, and kind; maybe even athletic. She might like videogames, but she might not. Hopefully she’ll put up with me playing them. She might love music, or perhaps she won’t. But she’ll love You, God. And so Lord, bless her and keep her, make your face shine upon her. Be gracious to her. And God, if it’s not too much trouble, give her peace.

--Me

P.S. Oh and by the way God, if uh, You want me to meet her anytime soon, that’d be great. I just wanted to let You know that I’m down for that. Thanks, take it easy Big Guy.

Aftershave

I finally quit being lazy and shaved. I did a before shot with my camera, and about 20 minutes and two razor blades later (and a couple of days in between from being lazy), I took an after. The shaving gel that I used was hecka crazy...it had aloe in it, and sorta felt like vicks vapor rub. Anyone ever use that stuff? It felt crazy. My face felt like it was just absorbing air....anyway, ya, so I shaved. the end.


-Me

Chili, cornbread, and cheddar

That's what I made for linner today. Linner is like brunch....except inbetween lunch and dinner instead of breakfast and lunch. Yes I made it up, and it probably isn't a word...or at least it wasn't until now. The cornbread was some Marie Callenders mix stuff that I added water to and put in the oven. The chili was the coolest of all because it was Stagg's chili, and it came in a box. Yep, thats right, a box. Chili in a box.

Ya, that's about it. So have a good day everyone.....
er...anyone who actually reads this...
actually, on that note...who actually does read this?
Like two people I think....
Well, you two should put a comment down or somethin..just to ease my curiosity.


-Me

Do it baby

that is all.

words

"Maybe some things are that simple"