I’ve been blessed to have spent my life with someone who has a host of favorites from which to choose…
Favorite colors, favorite foods, favorite houses...favorite shoes.
Favorite authors, favorite actors, favorite places…favorite things to cook
Favorite music, favorite movies, favorite animals...favorite books.
I used to tease her about having so many favorites…all in affectionate fun
Telling her she had too many favorites and she needed to narrow them to one.
But the more I’ve watched her over the years finding so many favorites as our life has moved along
I’ve come to believe that she is right and I’m the one who’s wrong.
I have come to believe it is she…not me…who is sensible and wise
as she observes the world around us through beautifully innocent eyes.
Reminding me as we travel the road of life, as we somehow muddle through it
It’s not only important what we see, but how we choose to view it.
How wonderful it is for her...how extraordinarily rare
to go through life, to look around….and find favorites everywhere.
Imagine the anticipation...the excitement you’d feel every day
If you know in the morning when you wake up…this could be your favorite day.
Imagine if you were open to it...if you were so inclined
all the miracles you’d discover...all the favorites you might find.
If you can find favorites in the moment...in what that moment has comprised
you will be continually amazed at life and constantly surprised.
You’d fall asleep at night contented, happy, thankful, satisfied,….and then
you’d wake up in the morning and start all over again.
So the next time she picks a favorite...I have no reason to tease or doubt her
because having so many favorite things…
is one of my favorite things about her.
This is about the three who kept finding themselves up a tree. He thought, if we're busy as a bee I can get a degree and live carefree, while continuing to treat people crappy.
But in life's huge sea they couldn't see the forest for the trees and they remained peewee.He couldn't understand why things kept going awry, life kept giving them a black eye.
Although they were very good at being sly, their well had run dry, they were petrified. Then, they started to foresee life wasn't just about the three, so they made a decree and became devotees.
They kissed the old self goodbye, their life they rectified, it became clear skies.
So if you don't want to be the fall guy, getting high on your own supply, while life is keeping you on stand by. Then you must come to agree. Life is the Queen Bee and if you don't want to stay up a tree. You must realize life is much more than the three. I, My...ME!
I gaze upon the light
Seeking the rhythm of your love
Crawling between unspoken words of wisdom
To satisfy the desires of your heart
Though our wavelengths are far apart
The frequency of our love is infinite
Even on spikes and thorns
I pass with integrity
And your eyes shall feed on my love for all eternity.
Gavin Sebake ©11.03.2018
I was admiring a lovely flower, it was inspiring because of o it's elegant power, it's magnificent design and this is how it was defined in my mind.
Such a lovely flower born of a beautiful but harsh planet, to be empowered not taken for granted.
A gorgeous Rose, splendidly clothed, wonderful wit, bright, sunlit, just plane exquisite.
Decendent of a special seed, revered, envied by haughty weeds, only out to do dirty deeds. By putting on a false face in an attempt to invade your space because your very essence they want to erase and take your place.
They see your physique slender, sleek then notice you're meek so they think you're weak, so to speak.
But through the rain, through the storms even as the buggers swarm they wonder how you are able to remain such a gracious art form
When in full bloom you light up th the entire room and take away the gloom, making the weeds fume but they can only assume.
As your wonderful shades cascade, I must concur they are all different but beautiful colors.
While styling and profiling it's amazing how you keep 'em smiling and the way you react not with unkindness but with tact, I'd say you're quite abstract.
Which makes the haughty weeds scoff saying you're a bit of a show off. Nevertheless in your glamorous dress you're just picturesque and that's without a doubt but wait a minute, Just who or what am I writing about?
Reflections come many a kind, yours one way different comes mine. Now when I look in the mirror my image couldn't be clearer but is who I see the true me?
Because we are all are like a two edged sword and the mirror image we see is also us backwards.
So do our image string us along, while making us headstrong and all the time we see ourselves wrong?
You see her name was Affection such a lovely complexion, behold and get an erection but she was very good at rejection, only collecting hearts for hee collection.
She was the main dish elegant, swish but she had a blemish and it was hidden in her mirror image.
Until one day her bubble burst, felt she was under a curse, so for knowledge she started to thirst and found hee reflection was her in reverse.
Then her problem she addresses and she did it with zest, her true self became manifest, she went from stressed to blessed.
So if you're experiencing rejection, people treating you like you have an infection, it could be misdirection.
If you look in the mirror and think I'm too hip, I'm all that and a bag of chips. It may be time to flip the script.
Then if you're feeling rejection and can't seem to make a connection. What is your true Reflection.
America's in a real crisis which needs immediate attention even more than Isis. Big Pharma's off the chain with their perception pain killers thought to be life thrillers but turned into life spillers then, just plain killers.
People this is insane and we all need to complain because this has become far bigger than crack cocaine. Nation wide pain and suffering is what they have inflicted they need to be tried and convicted cause it seems they're trying to get the whole country addicted.
Opioid's are a powerful hook and their intentions can easily be overlooked, by the time you realize it your goose is well cooked. They had the doctor's thinking they would do no harm so there was no cause for alarm. Sense they thought everything was dandy, they started to write prescriptions like it was candy.
It was the miracle drug which turned out to be humbug because it was blanketed by distortion until it has reached epidemic proportion. America they are hooking the young and old, selling pills by the truck loads, exactly what is their goal, turning the whole U.S. into their ho's they really need to be exposed.
Because they are constantly pushing their pills and they're not skimping maybe they need to be called Big Pimping. And will Congress address this dig mess Yes. Make no mistake this is for all your sakes, we'll give 'em a bigger tax break.
While assuring us they have advanced in tearing down Obama's nation wide health insurance and the new will be greatly enhanced. But many think we must beware because they are about to throw the whole country into despair when they cut millions of people completely out of health care. WOW, what a scare.
So America it's time to come out of our trance and take a stance say hey Big Pimping let's dance. Lets get off our duffs tell Congress we've had enough and do what it say on our money. In GOD We Trust.Shout it loud, shout it clear, from the streets, the roof tops and even the Church steeple's, shout it so they all can hear WE THE PEOPLE.
Song lyrics for acoustic guitar ( alt C,G,D)
Any given Monday you get outta bed
Shaving in the shower race a yellow light red
Sitting In an office like a Little plastic egg
Praying to make a living
but The Man isn't giving
A raise to a guy like youuuuuuuuu
Sailing in a ship of fools
Sailing in a ship of fools
Sailing in a ship of fools
So
Once upon a time on a little mountain side
There was a little girl who's daddy was alive
They danced little dances and they played school
Till one day
they cops took him away
For stealing many bags of jewwwwwwwls
Sailing in a ship of fools
Sailing in a ship of fools
Sailing in a ship of fools
Well
There was an old man every day in the park
Who talked to the pigeons
and people called him stark
Like a loooooooooooooon....
But what they really didn't didn't know
The mans a war hero
shot five times
To keep alive
his platoooooooon....
Sailing in a ship of fools
Sailing In a ship of fools
If you find yourself walking
down
These same old crooked streets
Down
the same old crooked dreams
With
A mind that won't keep still
And
All you can feel is boots upon the road
But
not in a hurry to say that it's home
When
You're so far away but everything's close
And
Your pocket watch broken but it never shows
When all you have is
You're clothes in a sack
you're guitar on your back
Following the tracks out of town
Yeah
You're clothes in a sack
You're guitar on your back
Making tracks out of town
Yeah
I just might
I might come back