Ok, my dad built a two story tree house for my brother and I so of course I have to re-blog this.
I am sad because I am getting fat,
I am getting fat because I am sad.
I can get no closer to a ship than to sail her
No closer to a song than to sing her
No closer to a poem than to read her
And no closer to a woman than to love her
~ Jay Michael
THE DELICATE BALANCE FOR WHICH I SPEAK
IS SURELY ENOUGH FOR ME TO BREATH
AND FIND MY WAY BENEATH HER THIGHS
AND COME SO HARD I REALIZE
IT’S ALL BEEN JUST A GAME
TO SEDUCE MYSELF TO BELIEVING
THAT I HAD CONTROL OVER SOMETHING I DIDN’T
THAT I COULD MAKE HER FEEL BENEATH ME,
BUT WOULD NEVER HAVE TO LOWER MYSELF
TO BECOME WHO I AM
We’ve been talking all day,
Yet there’s still so much to say.
So when I go to bed,
And turn off my tired sleepy head.
The one thing I have to do,
Is ensure I dream about you.
Because though we’re miles apart,
It’s not that far in my heart.
So I’ll build some mental ties,
And we’ll hang out behind our closed eyes.
Who cares if it isn’t real,
When to me that’s not how it feels.
I laid in bed this morning and hugged my wife,
As if the moment would never end,
Because I knew it would.
I knew that one day old age would weaken our bodies,
Enfeeble our minds,
And things that once made sense to us
Would become too complicated for understanding.
Someday, the last blush of her beauty will fade
And all she saw in me will fall like ash and ember
To the creeping fire of time.
Will I have loved her well?
Will I have been faithful?
Will her arms, even then, hold me better than the empty satisfaction of all my betrayals,
All my follies,
All my faults.
This future lies so nearly,
And I see it now so clearly,
As if I might just reach out,
And suddenly it becomes us.
So hold me in the morning,
The world is leaving us behind,
Your arms the only mercy I’m sure I’ll ever find.
~ Jay Michael
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf’s a flower
But only for an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sinks to grief
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay
~ Robert Frost
Those clever engineers
Is there really a way of knowing
From whither we come, or where we are going
Or does the sky above, and the earth below
Offer only false signs that we know and are known
Are we alone on this island turning
At all times further from whom we are yearning
Have we misunderstood the night lights in the sky,
Is it only a dream that to such we could fly
Is there no one to catch us when we fall to the ground
Or do we tumble through space, as prayers tumble through sound
And what hope have our souls to span those great spaces
Of worlds without God in seas of false graces
I am afraid…the dark and the silence only echo my call
I shudder to wonder if He abandoned us all
His voice is now fading if I ever once heard
Such a far distant thing when hope was once stirred
So I am left drifting without anchor or moor
In an ocean of silence with no sight of a shore
In whose hands do we rest when there comes no reply
Where then is the place where faith goes to die
~ Jay Michael
Yum, ice cream.
Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
~ Matthias & Wilkerson
Spoken by the character, “Data,” on Star Trek the Next Generation