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

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

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?"

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

Thought of the Day

My love sits around and works
Im sit watching football thinking of her
Is she thinking of me?
Thoughts cross my mind of our time together and apart
My mind is always flooded with thoughts of us
Oddly too, my thoughts are of her even when shes around me
Sounds, Smells, things we pass all take me to a time we shared
As I glance at her beautiful face,
I think of how great it feels to caress it with the back of my hand
Her skin like porcelain and vibrant
I say to her all the time that I love her, but does she really know
Does she know how much?
Does she know how hard?
Does she know how long?
Maybe she does
Maybe she thinks she does
Maybe I should send her a heartbeat to remind and reassure her that I DO

We are lost children

You were here for so many years with a smile every day
Then after a struggle you were taken away
I guess you were needed elsewhere instead of here with me
So your soul was lifted up and way past the trees
Or are u still here whispering in my ear
Floating around this unbearable air
Last thing you said to me was nothing of importance I know
But for some reason I can't let it go
My brain has been placed on hold since you went away
Twisting and churning every day
So I'm deciding to say goodbye as well
Hopefully I won't find my self like life....in hell

Today Tomorrow Yesterday

Redirect your brain
Reflect your pain
Regret your slice

Forget your story
Forgive your glory
Foresee your past

Replace your fight
Retrace your plight
Retrain your thoughts

UNLEARN