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Another Poem
8/24/08 1 CommentHere's another poem inspired by my guardian Angel. It speaks to my state of mind when I discovered him.
Will to Live
Here today, gone tomorrow. I thought that was the way to relieve my sorrow. But I was wrong. There’s strength to borrow from a man who lives for tomorrow.
I saw his courage and will to be more. I saw a window. I saw a door. I found a way out of what was in store. When I saw this man, I wanted more.
Here to stay, I’ll live his way, finding some joy in every day. A song in my heart will always play as I watch this man and find my way.
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Interview Submission
8/1/08 1 CommentWell, I sent in another interview submission today just in case they didn't get it or in case the first one wasn't detailed enough for them. I have a feeling since they asked again for submissions that they didn't really like the ones they got and/or didn't get enough of them. It would mean the world to me if I could do this. I consider it the opportunity of a lifetime. I owe Criss a lot, more than most of you know, and really want to help him out with this. I'm praying that they pick me and do it in enough time that I can get a flight to take me there.
I BELIEVE!!
I GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sept. 1 & 2
4/26/08 1 CommentHappily going to 2 shows!
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Senior Member with a Poem
3/10/08 0 CommentsIt’s wonderful what you can do with time on your hands. I just became a senior member thank you very much. I sure do feel old as dirt today so that’s appropriate. How about another poem inspired by Criss’ antics last summer. Since, I can't format to save my life, you might want to go to Criss Creations and read the poem. It's easier to look at there.
My Life
A man awakened from his bed beaten and battered, feeling half dead.
“Why do I do this?” went round in his head.
“But wasn’t it thrilling ?” A little voice said.
This is the voice he hears late at night, calling him to plan his next feat of fright.
It’s dangerous. It’s crazy. But with all of his might,
He tries to stay focused, his mind flying like a kite.
“I think I have enough bruises. I think I have enough scars.
Sometimes people look at me like I’m from Mars.
Maybe I should have stuck to drums and guitars.”
Doubt creeps in but life goes on. He’s ready to go and his next day starts.
Craziness ensues and now he’s racing go carts.
He’s happy to do what he does best.
He creates art for the masses even if it smarts.
Copyright 2007
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Cement Block Poem
12/2/07 2 CommentsThe was my entry in the Cement Block contest.
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