Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Kickball Kings of Gravel Street

Today's game would be kickball we say
Everyone in the neighborhood come and play
I don't care who
But its me and Ted verses you
What do you mean that's not fair
Im sure you guys have beaten us ONCE, by a hair
 Uleake, mikey, chubbs, and everyone else take a chance
But we get to kick first as I belt a ball and they barely get a glance
Rounding the hubcaps uhhh I  mean bases
I laugh as I make it home looking at their faces
Ted's turn to kick and the results are the same
I guess our 12 year old power is too much for the others 90lb frame
Kick after kick we round the bases for a while
And the others accuse us of cheating as if we were on trial
All in all days growing up repeated like this
And now that we are reaching 40 Im sure those days are some we'll all miss

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Another One to Remember

You come to me and all I feel is vibration from your heart
Pacing and pounding it talks to me trying to not fall apart
Your hands quiver as they begin to rise towards me
The touch of your skin brings me to a knee
I caress your porcelain skin as your pores explode with goose bumps
Its getting harder to swallow because my throat's filled with lumps
Our hearts have become one beat as if it were a drumline
Is it yours or is it mine
Closer we get only to wrap eachother with our bodies like twister
Our hips sway as we listen to Broken Wings by Mister Mister
The mositure from our lips lock into position and my body shakes
Each kiss is as unique as a pure snowflake
We spend the night wrapped around eachother enjoying our passion
Repeating the episode as if it were going out of fasion
And in the morning I roll over to notice my beds empty and cold
Remembering that the night of passion was old
Only a mere reflection of you in my dreams again as I sleep
Maybe I need to stick to just counting sheep

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Did I Create THAT???

Sometimes a blank canvas or screen is the hardest thing to fill
All that empty space beckoning to you to seduce it with your words or paint
Fill her every inch with your heart and soul
Caressing the tools with your fingers to replace her emptiness with your thoughts
Stroke after stroke your imagination begins to create something special
The letters or lines run together and it all is becoming clearer
Not everyone may understand the true meaning behind the finished product
However you always leave interpretation up to the eyes of the beholder
Some may see it as sad, happy, or just weird
No matter your thoughts on your product, someone will always see if different
So next time you create a masterpiece and they ask "whats it mean?"
Just be proud of your work and reply "WHATS IT MEAN TO.....YOU?"

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Farewell

Ive been working at Dick's Sporting Goods for almost a year now and our store manager had informed us that he would be moving to another location. Hes a real good guy and I was compelled to write this for him on his last day:


Farewell
The time comes when we must all move on
Like the neighbors dog on your lawn
New endeavors in our lives we face
As you move on to a different place
A new team to put together a gameplan
And end every day recovered to your liking...well as best as they can
We thank you for your guidance here at 795
Your great attitude always helped bring this place alive
So as you greet your new team in a new pile of bricks
Remember.........every season starts at Dick's