Hello everyone.  I have been gone a long time.  I just came back to put up one of my favorite poems.  I wrote it a while ago, but it has remained to be one of my favorites.  It is a story about forbidden feelings, unreturned love, and how I see it all.  I am not sure when I will write again.  Things have happened recently that have really caused some changes that I have to now adjust to.  Hopefully, in the end I will be better off.  Thats what all the people who know what they are talking about say anyhow.  Take care.

She draws me in like

A siren singing by the sea

Towards tortuous rock and stone

A terrible death with a smile on my face

Like the rose you can’t touch

Covered in thorns from leaf to stem

Beauty frozen and unchallenged

Among a canvas of green

Would you drink poison because it tastes good

Would you swim among sharks because it is hot out

Would you jump off a cliff to get a better view of the horizon

Would you touch a knife to see how sharp it is

How beautiful can a caged bird be

Singing her songs to those that hold her

Longing to be set free among the privileged

But is the world even enough for her to feel free

I hold her because it makes me feel alive

Her life spills out and splashes enough to intoxicate

And I am filled with smiles and laugher

Because I am grateful to be with her

And so it must be that I lie in chains

Waiting to be awoken to a new day

That brings about further understanding

That true happiness must come from within

But till that time of inner discovery

I am content on listening to her sing

Notes of bliss, magic, and serenity

To calm the tempest in my heart.

It has been a real long time... but I just wanted people to know I am not dead yet.  Been working tons at the hospital and it has been a great experience.  Here is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago...

Once you feel it can’t happen to you

Is the moment that the timer starts

Until you are fully prepped to fall far

By the hands that you held close

It is funny how it all works

Thinking you have an S on your chest

When it is really just concentric circles on your back

Placed a little above center and to the left

Tides change with the flip of a switch

Winter comes before you get used to spring

Capture happy moments on film when you can

They will hopefully conjure those feelings once more

Let your self be exposed

Because then you can feel alive

But only one thing is certain with every life

And that is that you will die

Yeah, it is depressing.  Thats how I felt at the time.  Till next time everyone.

I would like to take this time to send my condolences to the Moss family.  Henry Moss passed away yesterday after heart complications.  Mr. Moss was a father to me and many of my earliest memories involve many interactions with him.  He was my first martial arts teacher and always pushed me to do better when I thought I wasn't good or strong enough.  I will miss him dearly.  Thank you for all the great lessons and teachings.

I started working in the hospital finally.  It is lots of work.  Lots of writing.  Lots of walking around.  But, for some reason, it isn't bad. :)  We will see how i feel about it in a few weeks.