affe

Some thing turn my heart to stone, and so far I'm invisible. And when you turned your head, enough of my heart was left on that cold pavement that I didn't think I'd have enough left to carry on anymore.

porch

These wooden slates have seen better days. Crevices filled with wood rot and mold make it hard to believe that this was once apart of a great forest. A place filled with trees that towered like New York skyscrapers. And instead of vendors selling hot dogs, outlying bushes provide blackberries. So take a handful of natures fruit and enjoy a non-manufactured good. Seems like that's all that is present anymore; manufactured items, wether it be food or people.

eulogy

At my grandfathers funeral, I can remember my grandmother giving a particularly poignant eulogy about her lifelong partner. She spoke, through clenched teeth and teared eyes, about how her husband had remained a man of God throughout his days walking the earth. Struggling to produce the words which would convey the heaviest weight, she stressed how he had been a "shepherd for the sheep." The reference gave acknowledgement to the principle that my grandfather was able to steer those with less vision in a more godly direction. And while my grandmother continued to elaborate for another thirteen and a half minutes about her better half being gone, my mind remained occupied with the words she had given.
So in that moment, with a passing breeze sending the final leaf off a weathered oak tree, a thought resonated throughout my entire being. I understood that I was no shepherd like my grandfather had been. Noble traits which he possessed were those which I lacked. The knight in shining armor that he would be memorialized as would be forgotten entirely when I would find myself six feet under.
I also recognized that I was no sheep. Even when visibility was low, I had always been able to traverse a path that had served me well.
While standing next to my father, whose shoulders were heavy burdened with grief, I concluded that my nature was one of much greater darkness. Neither shepherd or sheep, I was wolf; Stalking my prey, waiting for a moment of weakness to arise so I can pounce on the weakest and painfully drag them off to a secluded area where they suffer their last moments before finding out that their religion was a scam the entire time.

So from that moment on, I looked at those around me differently.

MA109

So you sit there, unassuming. The pencil in your hand which is held so loosely wishes to escape. So in that aspect, you share a similarity. Disinterest is the general attitude that can be used as a descriptor. And in that one glorious moment when you reluctantly raised your hand, your dark blue short rose up and exposed your mid-section. I wished that I could be a fly on the wall watching without notice. But that behavior simply isn’t acceptable.

Maybe my current level of integration with math has waned because of occupying thoughts of licking a bead of sweat off her abs.

lighthouse

At the end of the brine filled air you stand; providing guidance for all of those searching. A beacon of some sort. The masonry that was used in your construction has provided permanency because of an established core. Twelve flights of stairs opens to a glass enclosure with a light that circles. And before the man jumps, he will look down and wonder.

saturn vue

It won't be noted for being a particularly attractive vehicle; nor will it ever be remembered for having superior performance. In fact the car has been as relatively unreliable as a cheaply made chinese hand toy. But it has sufficed in getting the driver from one point to the next. A rusted tailpipe shows that the mileage accumulated has taken its toll. Loosely held suspension with ineffective braking show how the teenage driver has hastily slammed the brakes in an effort to avoid collision. Poor gas mileage constantly reminds the driver of the burning hole that pierces his wallet. Minimum wage salary with luxury price gas consumption are contrasting variables in the drivers life. The navy green paint job, which others mock, is the nobility that the car clings to. Even though this vehicle is far too heavy for its four cylinder engine, it still serves a reminder of high school memories.
The stain on the middle seat of the back row emerged from stealing a traffic cone; but little did the participants know that this cone was caked with mud.
Dog hair clings to all the surfaces, even though the owner has tried to rid his car of such a nuisance. And for as much of a nuisance as these hairs are, they remind him that he has been a loyal master to the dog which he sees so much of himself in.

aqueous transmission

We need a hero. Someone who will do what others are afraid of.

why?

The rain falls heaviest when you're around.

And sometimes you might look up and wonder why you're here, only to look around and see that you've always had an audience cheering for you.

2:09

somewhere along the lines of shooting for the moon I forgot who I was and what I stood for.
ambitions of false glory and worth really amount to little in the grand scheme of things;
for these things only retain the value that we as society place upon them.
So maybe I'm not the man I can claim I once was; maybe that person I currently am is a mere shadow compared to the former.
The White Horse I once claimed to be was actually the opposite.
Nothing but an old taurus car with a beat in hood.
WE all are in need in of repair, but at what time do you drop the car off at the lot and give it the final goodbye.
Cinderblock walls with trace evidence of home display that, like hands going down a chalkboard, the waters will soon settle after the storm has passed.

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there are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door, and so far my ambition has far exceeded my talent.

the garden

Realize that the only allusions which can trick you are the ones that are perceived to be true. 

Lies which are a facade; showing one thing while being the opposite.

Like the low lying branch in The Garden of Eve which tempted Adam with its fruit.

So maybe the truths that were once held so adamantly were actually the lies which constricted what was truly happening.

Understand that George's Resting Bed is one of the few places which still holds truth.