MY THOUGHTS FOR TODAY

MY THOUGHTS FOR TODAY

“I conceive prayer as the practice of the presence of God. The place where pride is abandoned, hope is lifted, and supplication is made. Prayer is the act of admitting our need, adopting humility and claiming dependence upon God. Prayer is the needful practice of the believer. Prayer is my exercise for faith and hope. Prayer is the privilege of touching the heart of the God.” BDC

FINAL CONCLUSION

MY DEAREST ELENA {EMOTION EXPLOSION}

My Dearest Elena,

Give me 10 minutes and I'll write you a poem , give me an hour and I'll write you a story , give me a life time and I'll give you the magic of love , till now and forever you are my dearest Elena.

If you ask for a fish I’ll bring you the ocean, If you ask for a flower I’ll bring you the garden, If you ask for a cloud I’ll bring you the sky , If you ask for a star I’ll bring you the universe, If you ask for a giggle I give you a smile, If you ask for a finger I‘ll give you my hand, If you ask for a horse I’ll bring you the herd, If you ask for some sand I’ll bring you the beach , If you’re asking for my heart, to late, it’s already yours.

Love is the greatest feeling, love is like a play, love is what I feel for you, each and every day. Love is like a smile, love is like a song, love is a emotion explosion and true love keeps us strong. I love you with all my heart and all my body and soul, I love the way I keep loving you, It is a love out of control. So remember when your eyes meet mine, I love you with all my heart, my body and my spirit. Yes, my dearest Elena I have poured my entire existence into you, and I have been pouring right from the very start.

Search your heart you will find me there, its a long wait for the eyes, but heart always says; there will come a day when, the eyes would feel the warmth, and will find me in your arms and all those dreams would be reality, so dream of few more excuses to hold me, hold me tight in your arms.

This is my wish for you, comfort on different days,
smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbow to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunset to warm your heart, hugs when spirit sags, beauty for your eyes to see, friendship to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth and LOVE to complete your life.

Love is stronger than lighting, brighter than fire, faster than light and an incomplete desire.......I love you my dearest Elena,

Thoughts to Ponder

Thoughts to Ponder
If you find what I have written here complicated and a little hard to comprehend, don't worry, it is meant to be. I break all the social rules and mores and totally demolish the English language as well as grammar and composition. Because I do it my way and I honestly believe that my way is the best. You'll have to admit...It's different!! It’s My Way...
Don’t let frustrations caused by unresolved problems get you down? Life is full of problems that sometimes seem insurmountable. Nothing is impossible; you must stop, relax, and meditate then approach it from a different angle. If the answers don't come right away don't let it ruin your day, continue with your routine and come back later with a fresh outlook. Life is a process of finding solutions.
If you follow any 100 people from the day they start working until the day they retire, this is what you’ll find: One will become a millionaire….Four will become financially secure….Five will be working just to survive….Thirty-six will be dead….And fifty-four will be dead broke….It all boils down to this, five percent will prosper and ninety-five will not. Where do you fit in???
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This breath taking collection of words makes me want to pack a lunch, throw my guitar and fiddle over my shoulder, stick my harmonica in my pocket and head for my favorite fishing hole. It is in Granite Canyon hidden between the quakes where the river flows under my very own oak tree. I can sit there all day long and play and sing. Oh yes, I won’t forget my book of my favorite poetry. I might even put the poems to a song. And all of the wild animals will gather around and hum along. I know, you think I’ve fallen off my rocking horse. Oh well that’s how it makes me feel.

There you are in a cloud of dreams,
Picking up gems in the running streams.
A beautiful journey with all the right words,
Coming alive with amazing verbs and adverbs.

Then I come to mind for a minute or two
Thirsty for thoughts of wisdom coming from you.
Alone and longing for tender words of love,
Sent to me by you on the wings of a dove.

It is not that what we believe is false; it takes a great amount of faith to believe what we believe. To exaggerate or exasperate is where we get the depth, the beauty and the belonging. God has given us the precise divine articulate vision through his gifts and miracles to find the path to perfection. I love your remarkable description of inner emotions; “Breath its intent, Beautify its value, Taste its love, Need its way and its familiarity. It is your use of words that make you transpire in the light of greatness. Your amazing grace is a virtue and your thoughts and ideas reach spiritual heights. Oh for the ode, the sonnet, the lyric and the rhyme; the areas where you shed light on love and tranquility. It is time to impeach suicidal tendencies and give birth to life at its fullest glory, hold on to its determination and be thankful for its birthright. Your words embark on this great thought and embroider the meaning of greatness in the subconscious mind of the receiver. You vast wisdom never ceases to amaze me even though I always know what I can expect. The "Ode" is just another one of your wonderful masterpieces. I feel affection for its author, I’ve learned from its content and it will build my moral fiber.

There are times in my life when I stand outside and look in. These times give me insight to be myself in the place where I can comprehend. I can read your words that are unforgettable and find myself inside your mind looking through the eyes of your soul. I see and feel your thoughts with eager anticipation. I can see in vision and feel the sensation of your unconscious mind. Words crying out for recognition, as they hang around and fill the space of your creativity. Oh yes, I live my life in a world you have nurtured, cultivated with love, wisdom and understanding.

What a wonderful rhyme so true and divine.
The angel speaks and the mockingbird tweets.
The poet writes as my heart beats with delight.
Words that satisfy my desire and set my soul on fire.

All these words mixed together in a magic vase,
Signify the meaning of the words in amazing grace.
Words of meaning and the power of thought.
Words that paint a picture, an extraordinary plot.

I could go on but what’s the use,
I got the message and the devil got the goose.
Just a little humor to a dear, dear friend,
I think this is a good place for this rhyme to end.

Wendy forgives me, my mood is strange indeed,
I guess that’s because I’m a rare sort a breed.
As usual you have given me strength with your poetry.
You have given me truth, love and light as it should be.

A MOMENT OF MINE

Recollections from the Past
My Grandmother used to sing a song to me . . . It went something like this; . . . A story I’m going to tell of a women old and gray . . . Walking the streets in the cold and the sleets at the end of a winters day. Quite weary she sank in a chair in front of a building grand . . . when a youth inside with over bearing pride came and ordered her away from there. Next door there stood a newsboy who owned a little stand . . . He saw the poor old lady ordered from the building grand . . . He ran inside his humble store as if in childish glee . . . He brought a chair from out the place with a smile upon his face . . . As these kind words he said; ...Take a seat old lady for you are welcome here . . . You’ll find it here and waiting when you pass this way . . . In silence she sat for awhile . . . poor soul she could scarcely speak . . . At last she arose and said with lips that were trembling blue . . . I’ll remember you lad once I had a boy like you . . .Well, three years have come and gone since then . . .the same old place we see. . . the boy received a letter wondering from whom it could be . . . She had died without a kin , . . Left her millions all to him . . . Through these kind words he said . . . Take a seat old lady for you are welcome here . . . you’ll find it here and welcome when you pass this way.
It’s really something, the things you remember when reminiscing in the middle of your night My grandmother used to sing a lot of songs like this and they all seem to have so much meaning. These are things that I haven’t thought about in well over 50 years. Yet I can hear them now as if she were here in person singing to me. Listen here’s another one...Once there was a Dutchman who invented a terrible machine. It ground long tail rats and pussycats into sausages and things... Oh Mr. Dundenbeck how could you be so mean...For long tail rats and pussy cats nare more will be seen...Their grounded into sausages on that terrible machine. Now something got the matter with the machine it wouldn’t work... So Dundenbeck got inside to see what he could do...His wife she had a night mare was walking in her sleep... She gave the crank one hell of a yank now Dundenbeck is meat. That’s probably not exactly how it went but isn’t it funny how things come back in the middle of the night.
Times when I’m all alone when all the work is done. These are the times when I reminisce bringing back sweet memories of days gone bye. The mind is the key to the vehicle that travels the roads and byways of time. All these journeys and their detours that couldn’t be avoided come back in flashes. My mind takes me places that I had forgotten exist. The mystery is how the mind covers the hurts, disappointments, tragedies and heartbreaks with shadows so they vaguely appear. It seems like when I reminisce it’s of goodness and cheer and hardly ever of the bad things that bring up a tear.
Where am I going with this? I really don’t know. When I reminisce my mind rambles from here to there. I pick up bits and pieces of memories that are scattered all over my past. I sit at my keyboard typing things down at a steady rhythm not stopping until I’m through Times like this I come up with the thoughts and ideas of all that I write.. So what you’re getting now is just mental jabber that may or may not lead some place. Believe it or not my best ideas come from moments like this.
This is something that I normally wouldn’t put into print but I thought it would be fun to show you how my mind really works. My thoughts and ideas are stimulated and motivated by past experiences brought back in memory while reminiscing. I can touch, smell, and taste all the memories I embrace Everything comes back to me so vividly that it’s like reliving each magic moment. For instance, I can remember when I was just a young lad I had a goat named Billy who use to pull me around in a little red wagon. Then there was my first real love, a little red headed girl with all kinds of freckles, her name was Joy Jarmen. Each one of theses memories were simple and insignificant but they had a multitude of happy experiences attached to them. I could write a story about me and my Billy goat and another about my first attraction to the opposite sex.
It’s so wonderful, specially if you’re lonely at times, to relive the happy and what was to you the exciting memories of your past. There’s a story in each one of the experiences that you’ve had and literally hundreds unfold to you as you reminisce in the past. It’s said that when you’re about to die your whole life flashes through your mind in an instant. It’s remarkable how your mind can think about so many things things all at the same time. Memories are all the treasures stored in your mind the parable being a library with thousands of books each one being a different event of your life. Can you just imagine if you were the author of all these books how many books you would have written. Just think? All the wild adventures, the special events, the love stories, the mysteries, and the tragedies that would have all been written by you and stored in your own library. Mind boggling isn’t it? All of this . . . when you reminisce