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If you listen closely, you can hear it. Hear the sounds of the angels falling. For only the good angels land on their feet.

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In a world that seems like “they” want you to believe is all bad, it’s not. You just have to seek out the good.

Be the good.

I believe that positive energy is the key. I believe we can project whatever we want, good or bad. So, why not good? Why not believe it?

Lately I have been going into my own backyard at about 7:30 in the evening. The sun is making it’s way down, but the glow coming from the west is magic. Yes magic. You just have to be thankful. Thank whatever power you know. Fill yourself with the sunshine. Be grateful for this day, and let yourself feel the power. And believe good is real.

This world wants you to.

Good is real.

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I think love,

should kick me in the heart. Should smack me in my teeth.

Should squeeze the tears and drink them,

before they hit the ground.

I think love,

should grab me by the guts. Should tear the smile right from me.

Should punch me in my face and laugh,

before I turn around.

I think love,

should hurt the pleasant places.

Should pull the strings and break them.

Should look at me and wonder,

before I come unwound.

I think love,

should sing a song that haunts me.

Should say the same verse over.

Should repeat the lines that hurt me,

before I make a sound.

I think love,

should take a knife and cut me.

Should crack my ribs and crush me.

Should leave me to die slowly,

before I’m stitched and bound.

I think love,

should pick me up and hug me.

Should press the air right out me.

Should collapse the lungs that breathe me,

before I choke and cough and drown.

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I went to see Toy Story, just like I have all the other ones.

But, this one was different.

This one taught me a few things.

Like, sometimes, you lose your friends.

Like, real friends don’t give up.

But mostly, you’re never good for nothing.

People grow up. They move away, or move on. They have their own things. Maybe it’s time we allow that and don’t make our whole life for their pleasure. And by that I mean, live with them, but not for them. You will lose friends. Some forever. You will. Just don’t lose yourself. Your meaning.

Real friends are there for you. Maybe not everyday. But a real friend will be there when you need them. Time has nothing to do with it. They will come thru for you. A real friend can be depended on, not dependent on. They will never give up on you, no matter how low you go, or how far you fall. Real friends don’t give up. On each other.

You are never, ever, good for nothing. At times it may feel like you have no meaning, no purpose, but you do. There’s always someone that looks at you and needs you to look back. Be there. At your lowest moments, there’s still someone that needs a friend, like you. Just like you.

They talked about lost toys, and what that meant to me was, lost souls. We all struggle at times. And believe me, the struggle is real.

But, you can lose people, and still have them.

You can lose yourself, and be found.

You are never really lost.....

You just have to look.

Be the one that says, “You’ve got a friend in me.”

#findyourself

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When do you decide to keep tryin’,

or, just let it go?

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Inspired by DaVinci

A work in progress maybe. Could be a blessing or a curse.

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You are 24karat in my 14karat world.

And just knowin’ that maybe, just maybe at one time…..maybe I could have.

That lights a fire.

Seein you, that stokes that fire.

But let’s be honest.

In my mind,

I’ve had you 100 times.

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Sunday’s

Early Sunday morning. 7:30 am, and the first cup of coffee. So calm. Birds chirping, dogs chasing each other showing off, a woodpecker knocking on a tree above. Perfect. What is it about Sunday’s that make them so special? What is it?

Is it the cool of a Sunday morning? The freeness of knowing I have nowhere to be, and all day to get there? Is it the loudness of the quietness? Is it the knowing that I may not get to relax very often, but now is my time? My time.

I’ve learned in my life to not take things as serious as they appear. Deadlines can be met or passed, but either way will happen or not. A bill due can be paid or be late, and it won’t matter in the long run. Sweating should come from fun, or work. Not worry.

Sunday mornings remind me of that. Sunday mornings show me that a big world, too big to really imagine, can be scaled down to two dogs, a backyard, the second cup of coffee, and that damn woodpecker.

We all have our place. We all have Sunday morning.

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Remember, the real people, the ones you know and love, are every day people.

We ain’t billionaires.

We ain’t millionaires.

We are your next door neighbors.

We are mechanics. We are bartenders. We are fathers and mothers, sons and daughters.

We are every day people.

I love every day people.

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You know,

when you write with a tear in your eye, the words look smudgy.

They seem hard to read,

and even harder to come by.

How do you explain what someone means to you,

when they have meant so much for so long?

She knew. I’m sure of that.

She knew what she meant.

You want to hold on forever,

but you know that time runs out.

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You know, I’ve forgotten you. Just like I said I would. Unless of course, someone mentions your name. Then I remember.

But, I have forgotten you. Yes I have. Until our song comes on. Then maybe not. Besides that, I have forgotten you, just like I told you.

Except when I look in the mirror, and don’t see you behind me, then maybe I think of you. Only then though.

Not often.

I forgot you.

Maybe you could count the times I called your number, or almost texted, but that was only late at night.

That doesn’t matter, right? Because I forgot you.

Yes I have forgotten all about you…

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“When I asked the Devil if he was reconsidering the devine, he only said “why?” He added, “Am I not Devine? After all, what am I? That’s easy. I am that second slice of pie you want but maybe shouldn’t eat. I am a yes when a no should be the answer. I am the “last drink”, the “just one more”, the “watch this”. I am everything you want. The yes you want to hear. I am the giver of a good time. The no holds barred. I am the giver, but also the taker. Is that not Divinity?”

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I held our love, in my clenched fist.

Never letting it loose.

Never letting it go.

Never letting it be free.

But, when I opened my hand, love was gone.

Let loose

Let go.

Let free.

And when I reached to grab it, to hold it again, love flew away......

Loose,

Go,

Free.

That’s when I realized, you can’t hold love.

You have to unchain a heart for it to stay.

The tighter the grip,

the more love wants to fly.

Let love go, to let love remain.

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