Uno mas por favor!
I wish I could go dancing every night. It really makes a difference if you're cumfortable with who you are dancing with. I had a great couple of days. Yesterday, was a day of shopping. I love new clothes, who doesn't. It was also the day of dancing.
And Today, what can I say. What could be better than a day with Star wars episoded 4-6, Jimmy Johns, Bicardi Lemon, Jose quervo, Hungry Howies, tubing, friends, and "Harold and Kumar go to White Castle". Anwser:nothing
Oh and by the way it's an awsome movie......great things will come of this! Mark my words.
So I haven't posted any of my poetry in a while. Partly because I have nothing exactly to my liking and partly because much if it is personal that I would only share with a couple of people., but I will see if I can find something that may be of value to one of you to post.
To those who feel lonely,
to those who feel blue,
to those who go home alone,
and never cook for two.
you feel alone in your pain,
which nothing can erase,
but the love of another,
or the last beer in the case.
This poem isn't a perscription
it won't help you escape hell
I wish that it could,
then I'd have read it and been well
It can't make you feel good,
can't make you feel sane,
but it can let you know it passes
like the clouds or the rain.
One day you'll wake up
stretch your arms to the sky
it will be soft and blue
without a cloud rolling by
I'm sorry about the poem. This is still unfinished. I havent' figured out just how to end it but I like the rest. I will see what I can do for if by next weekend. I will have a lot of time(going camping with family) to ponder things like this.
Thaks for visiting my journal. I love you all, PLEASE COME AGAIN!!!!!
(a little Harold and Kumar humor there)
And Today, what can I say. What could be better than a day with Star wars episoded 4-6, Jimmy Johns, Bicardi Lemon, Jose quervo, Hungry Howies, tubing, friends, and "Harold and Kumar go to White Castle". Anwser:nothing
Oh and by the way it's an awsome movie......great things will come of this! Mark my words.
So I haven't posted any of my poetry in a while. Partly because I have nothing exactly to my liking and partly because much if it is personal that I would only share with a couple of people., but I will see if I can find something that may be of value to one of you to post.
To those who feel lonely,
to those who feel blue,
to those who go home alone,
and never cook for two.
you feel alone in your pain,
which nothing can erase,
but the love of another,
or the last beer in the case.
This poem isn't a perscription
it won't help you escape hell
I wish that it could,
then I'd have read it and been well
It can't make you feel good,
can't make you feel sane,
but it can let you know it passes
like the clouds or the rain.
One day you'll wake up
stretch your arms to the sky
it will be soft and blue
without a cloud rolling by
I'm sorry about the poem. This is still unfinished. I havent' figured out just how to end it but I like the rest. I will see what I can do for if by next weekend. I will have a lot of time(going camping with family) to ponder things like this.
Thaks for visiting my journal. I love you all, PLEASE COME AGAIN!!!!!
(a little Harold and Kumar humor there)