Thursday, November 30, 2006


Memories that flood my mind.

Some I wish I could forget and some I am glad I can’t.

The ones of good bye cloud my mind.

Memories are all that’s left when time has taken your loved ones away.

Our children’s memories are what we make every day.

The time and effort we make with them will last longer than any toy and when we are old we can share in the stories of the past.

We will live on to our grandchildren and great grandchildren, the memories will be shared.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Soul Mate

When your eyes meet, your heart beats as one. Faster and faster in perfect rhythm. When you are not together, they are always with you in your thoughts. There is a strong need to fill the void that once was filled. The feeling of being lost overwhelms your whole being. The search can last for life times, in this one or the next, in constant search, until your hearts beat as one again. Then you feel complete and one with the universe.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006


There comes a time in your life when you reflect on your past and wonder, is this where I should be; Is this the person which I wanted to become? The answer is yes, I have been cheated on, lied to and double crossed, but there are no regrets. Because that has made me who I am and I have stayed strong in my convections. I believe in God, don’t drink, smoke or do drugs and I love life and enjoy children even in the bad times. In the reflection in a mirror I see myself as a lucky man because I have had this love of my life twice, once when I was young and again now.
She smoothes the rough edges of the bad times. She was always in my mind. She kept me comforted through the hardest time of my life. I could close my eyes and see her smiling face and that made me feel good. In the good times when the sun was in my face and looking at the ocean alone, she was there beside me. God does answer prayers He brought my love back to me. I see love in her eyes. I taste love one her lips and I feel love from her heart. Her words fill my mind with love, how can I be so favored by God to give me this gift. The gift of eternal love.
I don’t know how long God will give us but for me I will love her for as long as I have air in my lungs. When we are in heaven I will know what true love is and even eternity won’t be long enough for us. The mirror also shows me a bright future, one filled with adventure and wonderment. To share it with my love, to laugh together cry together to feel the rain on our skin. To breathe fresh air of some distant place is something I will always cherish. In our old age as we hold hands and watch the sunset and sun rise, no regrets of the past. I thank God for the life he has given me.
There are still lots of pages to be written in my life and my wife and our children and parents will fill theses pages. Everyone has a book of life. Some pages are all blank, some are short stories but ours will filled from cover to cover and have more pages than the leaves on the ground in fall.

Monday, August 28, 2006


Time how mysterious you can be. It moves so fast and so slow. In a blink of any eye 10 years can pass and then in time of sorrow a blink can last a year. A short time for love and laughter is better than a life time of pain and sorrow. We cannot control time but we can make it a friend or foe. We can chose to make the best that time has given us or fight it to the end. I choose to make it a friend. Most things in life that are wondrous only last a short while. The sunset or sun rise, so I choose to stop and enjoy those moments.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Where has the innocence gone

Where are the days of youth
Where is the time of innocence
Why must children become old before their years
Lost forever never to return
Oh how I wish to see the world through the eyes of innocence
Serendipity, please find me and show me the lost years of youth
The time grows near when innocence will be lost at birth
Children of days gone by knew life in a simpler time
Over are the days of simple pleasures
Memories of innocence is left behind

Wednesday, May 31, 2006


The strings of life are like a web. The same web that catches the love of your life also holds all the things we want to let go of. Bad memories or people who strain your life to the point of breaking this web. If we could only clip the string that hold the anger and all the things that clog up the web of life. Allow the web to flow free in the breeze and feel the sun and allow itself to be attached to strong trees that will allow it to stay strong and ever present. If only people with love and devotion be allowed to remain. What a wonderful life we would weave.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Ever Present

Your love is ever present
It surrounds me, fills me
Intoxicates my senses

When we are far away
I carry your love in my heart
You’re ever present on my mind

I can feel your thoughts enter my mind and slowly warm my body
I feel your skin next to mineI carry your love with me and in me all the days of my life

Friday, April 28, 2006

Road of Life

On the road of life we choose which road we travel and some choose the autobahn early in life. It is a fast straight and no curves road and life tends to pass by them very quickly. Others choose a road with a few bends safe curves and not as fast although it is safe it lacks the trill of speed and excitement of taking a change. While still others take the scenic road, less traveled. It is very slow but it allows you to see the wonders life has to offer. The trill of watching the sun rise the excitement of the beauty of all that God has made.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

The Purple Burro

Who is to blame for the purple rain
Lets blame it on the purple burro
For he has no name
But the purple burro say’s
I am not to blame
Just because I am purple
And I have a name
Purple Burro is my name
But if it isn’t you…
Then who can we blame
What about the purple cloud
That is where the rain came from
The purple burro looked up
And all around and said
There is nothing to blame
It is just rain that happens to be
Purple like me
So I will just enjoy and accept it
Like my friends accept me
The purple burro

Thursday, April 13, 2006

For My Mother

I am who I am because of you. The lessons you taught, the love you gave. You always there to mend the cuts and bruises of life. You, always believing in me and encouraging me to travel and see new things, experience life. You, never wanting me to be anything other then who I wanted to be. I didn’t truly know how special you were until I was grown and realized that you were more then the just giver of life. Mother you never asked for anything in return for your love, only to be loved. You always enjoyed long walks with us kids running about playing. In my youth you were always smiling and kept all our bad times inside. Only after I became a father did I know how poor were. How much you did, making three meals from two. Mending clothes to make them last. But you, dear mother never complained. If we really wanted something special you always seemed to find a way to make it happen. You gave so much when there was nothing for left for you. And still you did not complain. I wish every day I could have one more day with you, to tell you how much you mean to me. To tell you that I love you. But you have gone on to be with your mother. I take comfort in knowing that one day I too will come home to you. We can walk the streets of heaven, I will hold your hand in mine one more time. See your smile one more time. That would be what heaven is. Until then, please know I love you

Forever your son

Friday, April 07, 2006

The First Time

The first time I saw your face was the first time I fell in love. Then you were gone, that was the first time I felt I had lost a most precious gift. Then we meet again and that was the first time I knew we were meant to be. Each time we were together my love was renewed. The first time I meet your daughter, it was the fist time I felt the love of a child and it was the first time I felt love only fathers know. The first time we said good bye was the first time I knew what a heart broken felt like, pain mixed with never ending love. Then as time passed the memory of meeting you again filled my thoughts. At night before I closed my eyes I prayed that they would behold you again. That my aching arms would be eased by your soft skin, that your lips would quench my never ending love for you. The first time I sent an e-mail, it was to you and all of the fear of rejection was gone when I received my first e-mail from you. For the first time in a long time love was back in my life, after many years when we meet, my heart filled with love. My soul was complete when you said I do, that was the first time I knew my dreams and prayers had come true. Now every time I wake and you are there I feel the love I felt the first time I saw your face.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006


When we were young and life was simple we played like there was no tomorrow. Then we grew up and away. Why does this have to be this way? You’re older than me, so I chase you around. But your life is full of much. For me years go by and I try to be the brother you need but there is not room for me. There came a time when there was no tomorrow. Now you’re gone and now all I have is memories of when we were young.