Praise the Sun



Was at the bar and decided to write this down.


Blue eyed ghost

To all that I’ve seen. It is not in this eye to judge, for to judge is to belittle. This small blue eye is only a glimpse. What it hides is even hidden by its beholder. The colors of the world seem vibrant and broad. The people so filled with life. The problems in this world overlooked. This eye watches, this eye gazes, this eye wanders. To the eye of the beholder all is well.

The eyes that guide me

My eyes see what is shown, my hands catch what is thrown, my mouth eats what is grown, and my nose breathes what is known. I live to see, I live to breathe, I live to eat, but what else is there to live for. I tell all and hope to all they listen. I live to smile at each face I see, I live to dream of the future I seek, and I live for friends and family life has given me. To what my life entails is for not for me to judge, but is for me to love. For without that love life has no meaning. For without love the life of any individual is a mystery to themself. Life is the essence that binds us. Love is the body the gives us life. Without love no one soul would believe a future is a possibility.  The love of another, no matter how small thy love is given, is precious. To the individual love is the ever increasing motivation that makes life possible. The ever increasing essence that love provides is what I strive for. To all I love and to all I know my life is noting with you.

Life, love, and loss

I sit here on my chair speaking. I speak of life and love and loss. I live for what the simple pleasures of what person should have. I live for the smiles I see from the people I know and do not. I love the one’s who are close as well as the ones who are far. I love the ones who have hurt me no matter how much. I love nature in all its worth. I lose what I cannot have. I lose what I cannot see or touch, but I still love them. The pleasures one is given is all they truly need. The pleasures they seek are not always what they need. I seek life, love, and loss. I do not speak of all, but of many. The silent strings that bind all are just threads which can be cut with only a small whisper. To turn that thread into a rope that is stronger than the wires that hold a bridge are what I seek. We are all connected and to how we make those connections is what makes life, love, and loss so much more than words.