He loved me from the minute we met
He promised he would love me forever
And he did until the day he died.
His love was the truest I ever had
He didn’t care if I was happy or sad
He always loved me just the same.
He loved me more than any human
He loved me until the end
He was my dog.
The horses’ powerful legs dig into the soft sand as they gallop over the dunes. They fly over the mountains of dunes and urge their mighty steeds forward onto the surf hardened sand and continue to coax their fine mounts faster and faster until they are in a dead run.
Neither horse gives an inch as their riders lean farther down on their necks to urge them on.
They slide to a halt when they hit the surf, the man gives the woman an appreciative glance and they turn their horses away from the ocean and walk them down the beach. The horses walk among the seashells and rippling surf as the man and woman make small talk while they watch each other’s bodies move comfortably with the rhythm of their horses.
The man takes in the woman’s movements like a cat watches a mouse. He enjoys the sleekness of her body, her shining hair and the confident air she possesses while she appears to be one with her horse.
She feels his powerful gaze penetrate her body and makes observations of her own. She felt from the first moment they met something was drawing them together, his aura is powerful and aloof.
He watches her and looks for answers to questions not yet asked, his true intentions are disguised and he fences with glances instead of a sword.
She suspects he wants to feel her out without letting her know what he wants for reasons known only to himself. She likes verbal sparring as long as there is no malicious intent and is intrigued by his interest in her.
What will this encounter on the sand bring?
I am what I am and always will be
I am what I am no matter what
I am what I am and will always want to be more
I am what I am and that’s enough
It’s enough that I want to survive
It’s enough that I love what I have
It’s enough that I know what I am doing is right
It’s enough that I know what I am.
Now is not forever
Forever is not even now
Love of my life is forever
Forever loving life is fighting for now
Now is all I have known
Knowing has been all of my life
My life is knowing that now is forever
Forever is my life
I believe that every day I manage to either tread water and stay in the same place, or I somehow move forward an inch or two, that I have won the day. And that is how a life in recovery goes, inch by inch or one day at a time. Either way it is a mark in the win column.
I believe that if I do the right thing that is the best I can do…
That do unto others as you would have them do unto you is a good thing…
What I don’t understand is after doing all of these things…
These things that should be the best you can do…
Why is it that sometimes it seems like I am the only one doing what I believe?
LIFE, IT IS NOW,
IT IS BEAUTIFUL, IT IS NOW!
THIS IS LIFE,
HOWEVER DID I LOSE YOU BACK THEN, DEAR LIFE?
YOU ARE MY FRIEND, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL MY FRIEND.
WHERE DID YOU GO WHEN I COULDN’T FIND YOU?
I LOVE YOU SO,
WHY EVER DID I WANT TO SEE YOU GO?
THIS IS LIFE,
WHATEVER DID I DO TO DISPLEASE YOU SO?
HOW DID YOU FIND ME, ONCE AGAIN?
WHY DID YOU CHOOSE ME TO LIVE, ONCE MORE?
ALL THE MOMENTS IN MY PAST ARE STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME NOW.
ALL THE CHOICES I DIDN’T GET TO MAKE…
AND ALL THE CHOICES I WISH TO MAKE AGAIN…
THIS IS LIFE,
THIS IS NOW.
YOU ARE MY LIFE…
YOU ARE MY LOVE…
YOU ARE MY REASON FOR LIVING.
I LIKE MICE
I like mice
Mice are nice
I had mice
When I was young and nice.
I raised baby mice
Baby mice are nice
The pet shop bought my young and nice mice.
I went to visit my pet shop mice
I did not spy my nice baby mice
They told me a snake ate my nice baby mice.
I still liked the nice mice
So I quit raising baby mice
To feed the snake my young and nice mice.
This is a true story, I raised some baby mice and after I sold the third litter of beautiful baby mice to the pet store they told me they sold them to people to feed their snakes. I quit raising mice, I was in grade school at the time.
I WANT TO TELL YOU A STORY
I want to tell you a story,
One that will make your life better.
I want to tell you a story of pain,
To tell you a story of survival.
One that will give you hope,
I want to tell you a story of happiness.
To tell you a story of love,
One that will make you feel better.
I want to tell you a story of success,
To tell you a story that will make everything bad go away.
I want to save your life.
This is the story that I want to tell you.