Why give me candy
when I can simply buy it myself
Why send me a dozen roses
that will die on the shelf
Who needs a small stuffed animals
just collecting dust
And lacy lingerie,
that proves nothing but your lust
No candle light dinners
that set off the fair alarm
No corny slow dance
where you try to lay on the charm
Forget the romantic cards,
with words I’ll never even read
Give me something for Valentine's Day
that I really need
Tell me that you love me
and just hold onto my hand
Show me why I fell in love
and chose you for my man
So forget the corny cards
and all the commercial tricks
Blow out the candles
and turn off the bonnet flicks
Embrace me with your love
like you never have before
That is all I want and need,
nothing less, nothing more
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
From all the mistakes I have made in my life many things have been learned
I have found that the best advise is that which has been earned
When I disobeyed my parents and found myself in a place I wished not to be
I learned that no matter what I think, they do know more then me
When I gave my life to fun rather then faith and found I was unhappy and lost
I learned that what is easy is not always worth the eternal cost
When I lived my life with pride and found that no one looked at me with respect
I learned that it is not what I say that matters but it is how I act
When I chose a fellow over a friend and found myself alone in a time of need
I learned that it is the company I keep witch cause me to grow or bleed
But most of all these lessons of life, I have learned that life is given by living,
Laughter is made by making, and love is enriched by loving
I have found that the best advise is that which has been earned
When I disobeyed my parents and found myself in a place I wished not to be
I learned that no matter what I think, they do know more then me
When I gave my life to fun rather then faith and found I was unhappy and lost
I learned that what is easy is not always worth the eternal cost
When I lived my life with pride and found that no one looked at me with respect
I learned that it is not what I say that matters but it is how I act
When I chose a fellow over a friend and found myself alone in a time of need
I learned that it is the company I keep witch cause me to grow or bleed
But most of all these lessons of life, I have learned that life is given by living,
Laughter is made by making, and love is enriched by loving
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
There is the Intro to my new book
“You’re ok, don’t worry. Just keep you head down and what ever you do… Don’t scream”
Intro
Carrie couldn’t understand what was going on. She couldn’t see a thing. She could tell that her eyes were open but all sight was gone. As she came closer and closer to conciseness she checked her other four scenes.
Smell. It was a combination of rust and dirt but there was another scent that she was not sure about. Sweat? Maybe.
Hearing. She thought she herd a quick but low passing of air but she couldn’t tell because there was a laud echo in the distance that seemed to be getting closer. She new it was moving because as the noise got loader she could feel the ground beneath her vibrate more furiously.
Then, with a frightening realization, she recognized touch. Her entire body was pressed hard against the ground. Something or someone was wrapped around her torso, locking her arms tight against her sides so she could not move an inch. She tried to turn onto her back but when she moved her shoulder, what ever was holding her let go. She could tell that whatever it was moved about ten to fifteen feet away and stopped but she was so startled that she froze in place.
“Who are you? What do you want?” she muttered and curled her knees under her body as she let out a huge grunt trying to stand up. As she stood she found out that standing was a bad idea. “Ouch!!!” her hand flew to the crown of her head in reflex to cover the spot were a stabbing pain began to plus through her scalp. It felt like someone just hit her over the head with a bat, splitting her skull in two.
“I told you to keep you head down” the stranger snickered. His voice was low and rigged as if he was still recovering from an award winning 100 yard dash.
She felt something sticky and wet… “Blood, Great”
“Hold still. Let me take a look. And keep quite”. The stranger put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down towards the ground forcing her into an Indian style sitting position. He ran his fingers through her hair, parting it on the right side of her head where she obviously hit it against something hard and sharp. “It’s only a small cut. Just be glad that this one looks better then the one on your lip”
She slowly moved her hand over her lips not wanting to know what he was referring to. When she passed over her lower left lip she felt a sharp jolt of pain. Her stomach seemed to roll into itself as she tasted something like iron on the tip of her tongue. But instead being cold and hard like an iron bar, it was warm and wet.
“Blood!” she said with an exasperated sigh for the second time in the past minute. At least she had four of her five senses.
Intro
Carrie couldn’t understand what was going on. She couldn’t see a thing. She could tell that her eyes were open but all sight was gone. As she came closer and closer to conciseness she checked her other four scenes.
Smell. It was a combination of rust and dirt but there was another scent that she was not sure about. Sweat? Maybe.
Hearing. She thought she herd a quick but low passing of air but she couldn’t tell because there was a laud echo in the distance that seemed to be getting closer. She new it was moving because as the noise got loader she could feel the ground beneath her vibrate more furiously.
Then, with a frightening realization, she recognized touch. Her entire body was pressed hard against the ground. Something or someone was wrapped around her torso, locking her arms tight against her sides so she could not move an inch. She tried to turn onto her back but when she moved her shoulder, what ever was holding her let go. She could tell that whatever it was moved about ten to fifteen feet away and stopped but she was so startled that she froze in place.
“Who are you? What do you want?” she muttered and curled her knees under her body as she let out a huge grunt trying to stand up. As she stood she found out that standing was a bad idea. “Ouch!!!” her hand flew to the crown of her head in reflex to cover the spot were a stabbing pain began to plus through her scalp. It felt like someone just hit her over the head with a bat, splitting her skull in two.
“I told you to keep you head down” the stranger snickered. His voice was low and rigged as if he was still recovering from an award winning 100 yard dash.
She felt something sticky and wet… “Blood, Great”
“Hold still. Let me take a look. And keep quite”. The stranger put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down towards the ground forcing her into an Indian style sitting position. He ran his fingers through her hair, parting it on the right side of her head where she obviously hit it against something hard and sharp. “It’s only a small cut. Just be glad that this one looks better then the one on your lip”
She slowly moved her hand over her lips not wanting to know what he was referring to. When she passed over her lower left lip she felt a sharp jolt of pain. Her stomach seemed to roll into itself as she tasted something like iron on the tip of her tongue. But instead being cold and hard like an iron bar, it was warm and wet.
“Blood!” she said with an exasperated sigh for the second time in the past minute. At least she had four of her five senses.
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