Life's Been Good so Far

  Being ten years old in Port Isabel, was fun and at that age what wouldn't be. Going to South Padre everyday, running around that tiny town, puppet shows. So when the folks were sitting around watching the little RCA Victor TV with President Kennedy telling the nation we could be heading for nuclear war with the Soviets, all cause of the tiny 777mile long island of Cuba, it just went over the top of my head.
   I didn't really get the anxiousness of being disintegrated. I don't think I was really effected. Now as an old person, everything seems to get my feathers ruffled. No water rolling off this duck's back. Even years ago things seemed a lot easier, more nonchalant. Why the hell do I have to suddenly flip the switch to freak out mode? Well it's just not fitting, treating old fart's like this.

  Don't feed the beast! Wasting too much time comparing, losing yourself despairing, you hear it, don't you, are you hungry for your fight?
  So why do you care if life is unfair, just because they've got everything you wanted. That's right your not even close, to getting where you wish you could be. You wanted to be farther along than you are, but here you are on your knees.
 Are you happy, well be happy with your place! What's the use in being haunted, your story for glory, it's right there in your face.
  So be glad, you're an architect creation, your one of kind. Just stay on track, because every cross can be a blessing. All the gifts that you've been given, close your eyes and listen to what your meant to be.

Olga's Rainbow

I heard the sound of voices in the night
Spellbound there was someone calling
I looked around no one was in sight
Pulled down I just kept on falling

I've seen this place before
You were standing by my side
I've seen your face before tonight
Maybe I just see what I want it to be

I know it's a mystery
Do you remember me on a Trail of Dreams
Running through my memory
On the Trail of Dreams

There you stood a distant memory
So good like we never parted
Said to myself I knew you'd set me free
And here we are right back where we started

Something's come over me
And I don't know what to feel
Maybe this fantasy is real
Now I know I see what I want it to be

But it's still a mystery
Do you remember me on the Trail of Dreams
Running through my memory
On the Trail of Dreams

Knowing every face I see on the Trail of Dreams
When will we ever meet again my friend, never know who you'll see
Do you know what it meant to be
You can be who you want to be
you are calling me
On the Trail of Dreams

JW

Well you know,
I was always the first to arrive at the party, ooh
And the last to leave the scene of the crime
Well it started with a couple of beers,
And it went I don't know how many years,
Like a runaway train headed for the end of the line

Well I finally got around to admit that I might have a problem
But I thought it was just too damn big of a mountain to climb
Well I got down on my knees and said hey
I just cant go on livin' this way
Guess I have to learn to live my life one day at a time

Well I finally got around to admit that I was the problem

When I used to put the blame on everybody's shoulders but mine
All the friends I used to run with are gone,
Lord, I hadn't planned on livin' this long
But I finally learned to live my life one day at a time

Big Nothing

This year is pretty much a wash, but in the New Year we could all stand to run a little farther. Some might believe that after 30 days of running we have created a habit of doing so. Seems like we can only reward ourselves to cover a bit of ground. Ok you stretch which you don't normally do and collect 1 mile, you do crunches, ok there's another mile for the log. After awhile maybe all those things with added bonuses to your log will get you doing what you always wanted to do. Same can be attributed to tripping over yourself to make for a decent change. Think of the endless possibilities and reward miles you will rack up. Ok then.... just keep doing what you've been doing and end up with NOTHING!

Hang in There My Friends!

 Sitting down tonight  to a guitar strum and:

Silent, wordless, everything was still. You breathed us, yearned for us. Our hearts began to thrill. A brand new creation. A symphony written from above, written out of love. Let me be your instrument, let me be your voice, let me be the reservoir. Where thirsty hearts rejoice, let me be the hand that wipes the tears away. Oh Lord, if it be your will. Let me be your song

A violin, a piano, each one has a role. Major or minor, or just a single note, so take the time to stay in tune. Cause we'll never know, when we're called to play. It could be today. A song of hope for the hopeless, a song of comfort for the pain, a song that warms the frozen heart that it might beat again.

For what am I but a single breath, that only you sustain the less I get in the way,
The more the master can let the music play
So let me be your instrument
Let me be your voice
Let me be the reservoir
Where thirsty hearts rejoice
Let me be the hand
That wipes the tears away
Oh Lord,
If it be your will
Let me be your song

Full of It

So you say life is unfair. They've got everything you wanted
And you're not even close to getting where you wish you could be.
You want to get the commendation love and adulation
But you're stuck here on your knees.
Are you happy, green eyed monster? Are you happy with your place?
What's the use of being haunted? Your story for glory is right there in your face
So be glad, you're an architect creation, you're one of a kind.
Just stay on track, because every cross can be a blessing
All the gifts that you've been given, close your eyes and listen
To who you're meant to be.
Don't feed the monster, wasting time comparing
Lose yourself despairing, I hear it, don't ya?
Hungry for our fight.
Are you happy?

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Heart Heavy

A little time, a little distance, a little space to think
Might be all we need, right now. I don't know if we've had too much
Or not enough, but, we've got to get over this, somehow
It only takes a breath or two to tear your world apart
Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can break your heart
Cutting words from careless lips, softly spoken, oh you can do damage and never scream and shout. Emotions get the best of us, we say things we don't mean.
And it's too late to take 'em back once they're out.
Oh, can we just start over?
Nobody won, what's done is done
We've got to let it go