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Finn and Luke Christmas Mayhem

30 Tuesday Dec 2008

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In the Middle

29 Monday Dec 2008

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Floating on

Another day

Another face

Another way

To lose your-self

Find your-self

Be your-self

If for the first time

Better now than the end of the line

It’ll be too late too quick

How far you did sink

Into the trenches

The depths

 

But this is a story of hope

 

Shake it off

Role the dice

Put your cards back in the middle

See what you’re left with

No guarantees

No get out of jail-frees

Everything’s a risk, or at risk

This new day

This new way

 

A better looking face

A sweeter enticing taste

Intoxication, how I’ve spoke of you before

But like no other, of this I’m sure

Ask me why and I can explain because

So much more than a look in her eye

Imagine an inspiration fallen from the sky, realized in a single breath

From her heart released, penetrating your ability to deny, brought to my knees

Rejoice, be at peace, float down the river and enjoy a forest breeze

 

A spiritual reminder of days passed

The best and worst of things indeterminately last

You are no more than heart and mind

A multitude of distractions, passing in time

Ride fearless on the coat-tail of an emotion

The possibility of freedom and thought

Unity

To perhaps be sought

Seen

Desired

It is all but a game

Put your chips in the middle

Put your-self on the line

All you have to lose is your self

All I can lose is already mine.

 

 

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Well Hello Again

29 Monday Dec 2008

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Well hello again,
It has been some time, but you are still familiar
Not by touch, not by taste, but like always- in certain ways
With a flair of the nostrils
A predictable pattern of speech
Talking about the stage we did meet
Sometime friendships are not so plain black and white
Sometimes it takes a sobered moment, realizing we allowed our perspective to drift out of site
But with any relationship, nothing is final, little is certain, and second chances are always welcomed
These days pass with a subtle novelty
Mild spontaneity, refreshing a burdened a soul

Each day I wonder a little more, and a little less about the things that matter
Reflecting over words from my past, recognizing growth, immaturity, but a passion that did last
I respect myself for such passion, despite the pain it has provoked
But is it not pain that makes us feel alive?
I do not wish to endure it constantly
I imagine that would be the definition of madness
But it is moments, weeks, and lengths of pain that refresh and revisit the things we believe in.
Growth can be stimulated by environment, but it is not until we are willing to accept our mistakes as an irrevocable reality, that change will occur.

Over and over the world insists that people don’t change, people can’t change
And maybe that’s true, but rather than change who or what we are, consider the realization of who we have always been
A soul’s burden lies in self loathing, rejection, and the projection of identity through entities external to ourselves.

Friendship is a more pervasive way for individuals to understand themselves
We seek others that bring out the good in us
There cannot be a single good, rather a variety of goods, all brought about in different ways
Last night I was reminded of the good we do for one another
I’d like to say thanks.

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Detroit and It’s Suffering

22 Monday Dec 2008

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Freestyle (back in the day)

22 Monday Dec 2008

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Go out there

Make a difference
It’s your world if you want to take it
It’s your world if you’re willing to pay the price to take it
Make something of your self
Go out there and conquer
Do not fear failure
Do not listen too what they all say
You can make a difference
It says so in the news
It says it doesn’t matter if you’re Jews
It doesn’t matter if you’re black
It doesn’t matter if you’re white
There is no right
We are all the same
Racism as an excuse so lame
Run
Go out there and stop thinking
Start drinking
Drink yourself to a place where the ideals don’t apply
A place where your mind can fly
Let it travel
Find someone new
Someone different
Someone who you want to change
Make them your person
Try doing what the world did to you
Brainwash them on the untruth
Cloud their minds with so much misuse
Make them crazy so they need help
So desperate is how you once felt
Make it better
Get revenge
Do to them as you once felt
You needed so much help
But there was no one there to save you
They let you drown
It was your own party and they forgot about you
They left you in the dust
Saving you should have been a must
You can’t even trust your best friend
He didn’t lend a hand of help
He let you fall in to the emptiness of the world
It started with a girl
She didn’t love you so you got mad
You would have been sad
But no one would have noticed
So you got angry in the greatest of ways
You lived in a world which existed in the absence of the sun’s ray
You lived amongst darkness
Hoping one would see you and your sorrow
And have a loving heart to borrow
A girl might love you as you loved so many others
Real love not like a brother
Not the kind of love that has you being their best friend
Because you have been there before
It’s only another closed door
You don’t want that in life anymore
So you ran
You ran so far you forgot where you were going
You left without really knowing single thing you wanted in life
About everything you now strife
So many problems bubbling up at once
So many things that make you a failure
You wanted to be a success so very bad
Be like your dad
Growing up you just wished you could meet the image which he set
But now you live in society with so much debt
Debt to the world and debt to those who loved you
You let them down
They aren’t around now
You failed them in so many ways
You think it would get better with the days
But somehow it only gets worse
You are under a curse
A curse of your own self depression
Thinking the world has it in for you,
Laughing at you and praying for you to fail
So rather than fight it you refuse to prevail
You give in to everything which you once fought
Your life is over and to the world you taught
That you were not a man of integrity
You ran from any fight
You did what you knew wasn’t right
You hid in darkness because in light they could see what you couldn’t be
See what you were and see what you were not
See everything they’d wish not to be
Wonder how one could fall so far into misery?
Fall so deep like rain does seep into the earth and arrive at your place of birth
An unsacred and un- holy place
You remember the face of your father
As he emerged in the sun light
On the street it didn’t seem right
But he protected you with all that he had
He didn’t have money
But he was my dad
I didn’t know what most kids knew
But with his love I grew
I didn’t go to school but I was loved
I was hugged
And I threw it all away
I was a rich man until I chose not to stay
I remember that day where I left without looking back
How I wish I could attack the stupid boy who made the choice
Decided to run away from the only thing he knew
I was angry for what we lacked
But I should have been happy for what we had
I should have loved him like he loved me
I should have stood by him no matter what; the laughter of my friend’s shouldn’t have made me blush
I should have told them to hush
He was my family and that’s how it was going to stay
I loved my dad but I still ran away
To this day I do regret
Leaving everything and becoming a threat to the world and everything that is right
Because I am now everything that is wrong
Because with out my dad to love
Days seem so long
So empty and unfulfilled
The world has drilled a hole into my head
Every moment it feels as if I’m dead
And so often do I dread
Waking the next morning
Because then I will live another day in my life in the most miserable way
Live with the choices I once made
Live in the worthless hell that I created
So soon I will end the suffering
It will be quick and easy
No one will see me
No one will care
They wouldn’t dare
They wouldn’t risk the feelings on me
They wouldn’t want to be there and see the look of a dying boy
Who since the day he left his father hasn’t tasted an ounce of joy.

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Free to Fly

22 Monday Dec 2008

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By Kevin Alan Lamb

Days begin, rising with the sun

Hopes are high– possibility reaching the sky

Light enters through the iris

Illuminating the soul

Wishing simply to be whole

Independent of any wants or desires

Lit only by your heart and its fire

But as the day does pass

A rising sun cannot ever last

Setting upon the sky, it sheds a different light on this world

Despite rays weakening, they now say so much more

Twilight sun fades from its youth

In its eyes you always see the truth

Growing wise and splendid with delight

Just before it says goodbye and good night

Darkness settles in over the land

The moon washes the tides over and over the sand

My sprit deflates and my fire cooled with the ocean waves

Seemingly so lonely on this cloud filled night

But with the wind gently blowing

It takes just an instant for the moon beams to shine through just right

Catching a twinkle upon the star of my eye

And to think just a moment before I was going to cry

How quickly we rise and fall from grace

As the moon now begins to fade

I know how soon my day will be made

When at the stroke of midnight it becomes a new day

The sun does rise, and with it my soul

It lifts me from the floor, and once more

I am free to fly.

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Escape to My Sleep

22 Monday Dec 2008

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I stare into the darkness and all I can see is the chance I didn’t take

The unexplored what could be?

I have gone through my life in what seems to be an instant

When something wild and exciting came

I was always to resist it

Always chose to look the other way, remaining lame

Thinking to my self, that there would be a time for this someday

Looking at what could have been

I can only grieve for the once young child

Running and playing oh so wild

But now a lonely old man

Because he always ran in the face of arising risk

I cannot run any more

My bones are weak

Perhaps I can rediscover

The wild little boy who was like others

I can only hope to see

If it is possible to reclaim what once belonged to me

So I close my eyes once more

Knowing little of faith and heavens door

Leaving this world as I entered

Alone, scared, and surrendered

I escape to my dreams

I escape from the pain too real

Never knowing how real happiness did feel

In my final soothing sleep, I lay, I pass, and certainly none will weep

My final transformation

The last remnants of a forgotten soul

No witness to bear

No family’s despair

Just another old man

Just another hole in the ground

One more final sound

The coffin slams shut

Eternal darkness abrupt

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Ease the Pain

22 Monday Dec 2008

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Laugh the world away in a day and you’ll be okay

Yell at it and you will be sleepless in the night

Try and control it and it will never be right

Let it break you down

I told you to always fight

This life does crazy things to the heart and soul

It makes days seem like years– yet weeks just a second

When it is good it seems to disappear so fast

When times are tough why does it always last?

I have no answers to this world after 19 years

I have seen people ease themselves with a few too many beers

But by the end of the night they surely are in tears

Happiness isn’t so easy for everyone

It all depends on your expectations

No matter how hard we try

One day we will die

And is any of it worth the trouble?

Is it worth becoming angry and in pain?

Or just laugh it off and go running in the rain

Employ far more humility than hate

If you cannot see yourself with flaws

Then you are a hopeless cause

But never let yourself go numb

Stay very much alive

Keep the happiness inside

Let out the pain with a scream

And once more chase your dreams

Anger will come and go

But happiness can always be held inside

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Worn Windshield Wipers

17 Wednesday Dec 2008

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Slowly in zigzags my wheels trudge along

Worn wind shield wipers whining a song

Mist and ice, another winter’s night, my drive way just- out of sight

Not too much gas, or too sudden the brakes

If not careful around one of these windy turns, may end up in the lake

Fish-tail here, let her take ease back into control

Subtle movements, keeping it slow

1208, just around the corner

Darkness will reign, headlights will blur shining through snow

Only a half mile, like a tortoise to go

Look for Oakley Liquor and Deli,

A sign from the gods that you have arrived.

Make an immediate right, another  winter’s night drive you’ve survived.

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Beautiful Collision

17 Wednesday Dec 2008

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By Kevin Alan Lamb

By Kevin Alan Lamb

Follow your heart, quiet your mind

Emptiness one moment, around the corner be amazed at what you find

Nothing to be consumed by, rather another face and another try

The sun shines down upon another from the sky

It’s scorching yet life-filled rays dance upon the curvaceous ocean waves

They’re connection, intertwined – you gaze

Like a boy who first believed Santa was real

A face filled with hope and honest appeal

Belief that there are amazing things in this world

His face, like the sun cast upon the water is reflected for all those who don’t believe

To discover and see such impossibility made possible in a single glance

Let it carry you as she embraces your arms to dance

Do you feel the energy of a soul at play? Does it tickle you in that very way?

The bodies touch, like the white-capped wave does rush

Colliding in beautiful unity with the bright shining star

It traveled so far, worlds away, simply to say:

“I am here and together life is perfect”

Not forever, not for always, but today

In an instant you cannot resist it because forever you wished it

It is for the world to see how impossible can come to be

Come to life before your very eyes, if only to see the look on your face

When the beautiful collision that saved your soul, is certain not go to waste.

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Jamaica!

16 Tuesday Dec 2008

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I imagine this trip will be more enjoyable than the last one you’ve all may or may not read about. My great friend Matt Richard and I are going to Runaway Bay Jamaica April 18th to the 25th. Matt will have recently endured his second maddening tax season, and myself, will be in a much needed break from my masters program and work. I am actually passing on a week at the beach,  at our condo in Hilton Head over Christmas to help myself comfortbly live and still take this very serene and wonderful trip. It was initially going to be planned around my birthday in March, but that didn’t go so well last time, so April will be prime.

We are staying in Club Ambiance, an adults-only-all-inclusive-resort. I look forward to finding wonderful herb- although I have been forwarned that the islanders often try ripping off the tourists with a lack of quality- I am confident we will be succuesfull in our missions.

It just occured to me that we will be in full-force fantasy baseball season, which can certainly only add to the already fruitful elements of the trip.

Unlike many of my other vacations, getting completely hammered and lost in a swarm of club filled chaos will not be my main intention. This is not to say Jamaica will be completely absent of such lamb-bastidy.

There is a direct correlation with the quality and frequency of my words, and my proximity to the ocean. Many of my most passionate works find their derivation in curled toes in the sand, the breeze of an ocean wave, and last but not least, the tan of a shimmering bikini bottom.

Lastly, I am excited that I saved $45.00$ per night, for each of us, due to my former student travel endeavors.

All-inclusive Jamaica, $800.00-  Merry Christmas Kevin- from Kevin.

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I do Not Question You

12 Friday Dec 2008

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I find myself staring into the ceiling these days, looking for it to say something or maybe do something. I often lie in my bed through the night, praying to you God, but do you ever help? No, not yet. I think to my self that you’re letting what’s happening for some reason. Maybe it’s to punish me, but may I ask what I have done? Was it so bad? Do I deserve this? I do not question you god. I can only hope that you make me stronger, so someday, when he hits me, I will be able to fight back. But until that day comes, and you chose to help me, I will hide and pray in fear. I read your book god, and in it you tell me to believe in you without proof, believe in you without reason; believe me- I have. You speak that with great faith, in the end- good will come. You ask us to put you before anything and everything. We sacrifice for you, people have died from believing in you, and I just don’t understand, maybe it’s because I am but a suffering mortal, stupid and frivolous, but even so, I ask you one question. Why is it right for him to put these bruises on my face? You say to honor thy mother and father, I unquestionably do, but would it be so wrong for you to ask of them the same? Would it be so bad, if he honored thy son! Children are young, weak and find life through their parents. In your book it tells me about family, how we should live and die for our own true blood. If this is so, then how do you all such bloodshed? God, if you ask of us for so much, why in this time of great need can you let me suffer so. I’m not questioning you, but please my Lord- tell me why I must lie here bleeding my last breaths, left with nothing, but to die?

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Just a second in good faith

12 Friday Dec 2008

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I need to breathe.

It may not require more than second.

But it is something I need, insist upon.

I am sorry if you must continue.

I am sorry if you cannot spare a second.

Move along, perhaps again we will meet.

I just need this moment, this moment to breathe.

Take it in.

Lungs filled with life, conflict, possible resolution.

Always possibility, rarely certainty.

It is not certainty we desire.

We loathe it.

It is something we resort to when we are scared.

When we are alone.

In moments of prayer.

This is not the case for those of good faith.

But I am not such a person.

I believe in a lot of things, static things.

Practiced religion is not one of them.

This isn’t to undermine their value, phenomena really.

Faith is difficult thing, for any man.

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Song of the day

11 Thursday Dec 2008

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The Killers- I cant’ Stay

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Free Rice- what a single person can do to help world hunger

05 Friday Dec 2008

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Wow what a great concept. For every word you answer right the site donates 20 grains of rice through the U.N. World Food Program to help end the world hunger problem.

http://www.freerice.com

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