we are simply pool's of water
we can grow to any size and shrink in droughts
the more water taken in predicts our power
yet the smallest pool is still noticed
when calm and clear we can reflect with honesty
and our depth is unmeasurable to the eye
if foreign matter seap's in we become cloudy
and unusable
except to prove a point or be an example
which is still very useful to gage other pool's
when not refused we can go anywhere
and we leave a trail to fallow
the trails however can be devastating and destructive
depending on the use of our power
but when maintained and managed we can do remarkable things
when clean and clear we can nourish hundreds
or destroy thousands with disease and corruption
we can leave rivers to feed nations
or leave tragedy flowing free
we can clean and wash away dirt and uncertainty
we can be the base component to miraculous discovery's
none the less we are great when we have what we need
and what we need cant be bought, it is given from above
our pools grow with the help of one true maker
it is only when man gets involved that pools begin to
shrink and become cloudy
but God sends down another raindrop
and another pool is beginning to grow
so use God as your filter and only let clean water into your pool
and that will determine your purity and clarity
if not you may become stagnate and with-out growth
just another useless pool. also be aware of the ripples
you make because your ripples can and do affect others
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
just a thought
laughter is the song of the heart and tears are the reality of life.
the new year is here,so laugh, cry, sing and dance but most of
all live. love your family, and forgive most of all so you wont
take any bad carma into next year. remember to dream and let imagination
lead your heart.love with freedom and give more than you take.
the new year is here,so laugh, cry, sing and dance but most of
all live. love your family, and forgive most of all so you wont
take any bad carma into next year. remember to dream and let imagination
lead your heart.love with freedom and give more than you take.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
people
We need people and people need us
so why do some try so hard to blaim
and confuse you. by saying you said
the oposite of what you did,people
have a habbit of takeing what you say
and substituteing it for what they want to hear.
i dont mind it makes me laugh.
we do live in a sugar coated world,
wher a soft confrentation is better than
the truth. to some anyway. all i can do is
work on me,love all my family and thank God
for my sence of humor.Life is funny.
so why do some try so hard to blaim
and confuse you. by saying you said
the oposite of what you did,people
have a habbit of takeing what you say
and substituteing it for what they want to hear.
i dont mind it makes me laugh.
we do live in a sugar coated world,
wher a soft confrentation is better than
the truth. to some anyway. all i can do is
work on me,love all my family and thank God
for my sence of humor.Life is funny.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
every man
Every man even if he knows the rite way
To do things, he will still try to find out
Why the wrong way won’t work.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
drifters lulaby
long lonley roads and cold empty nights
lies and truth mixed with wrongs and rites
tired gripping hands that hide from the cold
empty bottles that hold the price of his soul
memories of momma and a little girls smile
drift in and out but haunt all the while
he could of done better the town folk all say
he pays em no mind they dont no he'l say
the lines on his face are a road map through hell
sometimes he's awaken by cold sweat and the sound of his yell
he walks with a stager and try's not to fall
his home is a box off 3rd by a wall
wher he goes to rest or to dream sometimes
and think of his life and his worldly crimes
like loveing so much good and bad you see
and a wicked liquid deamon that wouldnt set him free
so he lays down his troubles and bids another day goodby
as the stars twinkle softly a drifters lulaby
lies and truth mixed with wrongs and rites
tired gripping hands that hide from the cold
empty bottles that hold the price of his soul
memories of momma and a little girls smile
drift in and out but haunt all the while
he could of done better the town folk all say
he pays em no mind they dont no he'l say
the lines on his face are a road map through hell
sometimes he's awaken by cold sweat and the sound of his yell
he walks with a stager and try's not to fall
his home is a box off 3rd by a wall
wher he goes to rest or to dream sometimes
and think of his life and his worldly crimes
like loveing so much good and bad you see
and a wicked liquid deamon that wouldnt set him free
so he lays down his troubles and bids another day goodby
as the stars twinkle softly a drifters lulaby
did you
Did you see me coming, did you know I would be there
Did you want to find love, did you even care
Did you need someone to fix
Someone to repair
Or just to belong any place anywhere
Did you know I would break?
No matter the cost
Or did you watch me crawl, hoping someday I’d walk
Did you lie there at night and listen to me sleep
And think of the promises I didn’t keep
Did you feel second best when my dreams came first?
Did you want to drink but took care of my thirst
Did you let me stand tall while you stood aside?
With out a thank you or a word that was kind
Did you think of me first and of yourself last
When I couldn’t govern how slow or how fast
Did you not try to keep me so safe?
I knew when I saw that look on your face
You did all of these things so free and so true
I should never have to say
Did you
By John HolmanÓ 2007
copyright John Holman 2007
songbird
My Songbird Called You©
John Holman 1/3/09
On one warm afternoon a small songbird flew through my life's window, with a song so sweet all around wanted to hear the small bird sing.
How magical the sound of the melody, of that special small bird. Its song seemed to blow through my soul like a soft breeze, lift my eyes with amazement and turned loose all the dream's I held inside. It was like sailing away on a lullaby.
Now this bird though small, had so many giant features, like the way it made me notice everyday things around me as if these things were brand new. The sun was brighter, the sky the bluest blue.
This very very precious bird left such a gentle and soft memory that I awoke every morning searching for the sound of that small bird.
Searching as if I had lost my very own spirit, even in times that I could not see the small bird if I heard it's song from far away, I found my eyes softly closing and I would be filled with the softest grace it was amazing. I know to the world this story is hard to believe, but I would say a thousand prayers if just one would come true that others had song bird's in their life. My song bird is you.
You are a very special part of my heart
and that is a better place with you in it
I hope you're smiling! I dedicate this to angie.
How magical the sound of the melody, of that special small bird. Its song seemed to blow through my soul like a soft breeze, lift my eyes with amazement and turned loose all the dream's I held inside. It was like sailing away on a lullaby.
Now this bird though small, had so many giant features, like the way it made me notice everyday things around me as if these things were brand new. The sun was brighter, the sky the bluest blue.
This very very precious bird left such a gentle and soft memory that I awoke every morning searching for the sound of that small bird.
Searching as if I had lost my very own spirit, even in times that I could not see the small bird if I heard it's song from far away, I found my eyes softly closing and I would be filled with the softest grace it was amazing. I know to the world this story is hard to believe, but I would say a thousand prayers if just one would come true that others had song bird's in their life. My song bird is you.
You are a very special part of my heart
and that is a better place with you in it
I hope you're smiling! I dedicate this to angie.
angel feathers
Angle Feathers©
John Holman 1/3/09
It is not weathering the storm it's learning to dance in the rain
I watched a feather float to the ground
In a cold lonesome moment with silence as sound
My thoughts were scattered and my vision was unclear
But my mind said listen use your heart to hear
Listen to reason and to the beat of a heart
To the sound of a dream where imagination starts
Be dazzled by moonbeams and the heavens above
Walk with the angels embrace all they're love
When my eyes I did raise to find the feathers place
I gazed into the beauty of my angels face.
first step
I wanted to take a minute to say, if anyone out there has a problem and doesn't know what to do.
the first thing to do is admit a problem exists. talk to someone and admit to yourself, your way
of thinking isn't working. Try not to be alone, no one is as Strong as they are when with another.
and i want to add something to read for a positive note. I wrote this and wanted to share it. I am a creation of a Davine mind. I am a genius that was simply asleep, now with a new dawn and an
ever-present gift of imagination I to can soar with the eagles of freedom. Unlocking my powers with passion and viewing all around me with my heart. Your eyes will only see beauty that the heart allows.
the first thing to do is admit a problem exists. talk to someone and admit to yourself, your way
of thinking isn't working. Try not to be alone, no one is as Strong as they are when with another.
and i want to add something to read for a positive note. I wrote this and wanted to share it. I am a creation of a Davine mind. I am a genius that was simply asleep, now with a new dawn and an
ever-present gift of imagination I to can soar with the eagles of freedom. Unlocking my powers with passion and viewing all around me with my heart. Your eyes will only see beauty that the heart allows.
changing changes
"Watch it buddy" was my first statement of the day, as I went to get my wife a coffee this morning.
When this guy with a hyper demeanor and a reckless and uninterested attitude towards those around him flew by me. With a honk and a hand gesture that didn't say top of the day to ya. Oh well I said, to each his own and went on my way. As i arrived at my destination, i was cut off by another hurried soul, who's coffee must have been pree ordered and getting extremely cold. Because he to was very insistent that the world was passing him by. And that catching up to it had precedence above all.
As i looked around at all the rude people, with so many important things to do, that a simple excuse me
would have most definitely offset the purpose of their day. I felt like a stranger in a strange land.
Where was the common compassion for people that i was taught about.Why was everyone so mad and numb to the thought that others lived here on earth to. why had the greatest emotions ever given to man been put away. Why had changes been made to a way of life that wasn't broke, or in need of a fix. And if we are not in the middle of changing changes, then we should stop and remember what we as a nation have somehow forgot.we have forgot there were people who came before us, that are not still here because of stupidity.Trial and error braught them farther than any map quest or i phone. Take the time to say thank you, you just might be talking to an angel.
When this guy with a hyper demeanor and a reckless and uninterested attitude towards those around him flew by me. With a honk and a hand gesture that didn't say top of the day to ya. Oh well I said, to each his own and went on my way. As i arrived at my destination, i was cut off by another hurried soul, who's coffee must have been pree ordered and getting extremely cold. Because he to was very insistent that the world was passing him by. And that catching up to it had precedence above all.
As i looked around at all the rude people, with so many important things to do, that a simple excuse me
would have most definitely offset the purpose of their day. I felt like a stranger in a strange land.
Where was the common compassion for people that i was taught about.Why was everyone so mad and numb to the thought that others lived here on earth to. why had the greatest emotions ever given to man been put away. Why had changes been made to a way of life that wasn't broke, or in need of a fix. And if we are not in the middle of changing changes, then we should stop and remember what we as a nation have somehow forgot.we have forgot there were people who came before us, that are not still here because of stupidity.Trial and error braught them farther than any map quest or i phone. Take the time to say thank you, you just might be talking to an angel.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
common thread
Sometimes I have some very sobering moments in a world that at times isn't the most
serene and sensible place. This world I speak of, is the one in my mind. Most of my life has been made up of distrust and make-believe, but over time and through tough terrain, I have emerged remarkably unscaved and sane, to some degree, I dare say. I have seen trembling hands and fright filled eyes. There were times I was simply looking in the mirror. I want to say these things so others will know that they are not alone and so that I can continue to reload things I have stored away in my memories and on the pages of my mind. When you look around and see others moving about, remember, these very same people got up like you did, saw the same sunrise, had the same feelings, and quenched their thirst for whatever, the same way. That, my friend, is the common thread that weaves us together as one nation under GOD. So watch the wind and listen to its song and dance, like a child, every chance you get. You too have a story to tell and an ending yet to write.
serene and sensible place. This world I speak of, is the one in my mind. Most of my life has been made up of distrust and make-believe, but over time and through tough terrain, I have emerged remarkably unscaved and sane, to some degree, I dare say. I have seen trembling hands and fright filled eyes. There were times I was simply looking in the mirror. I want to say these things so others will know that they are not alone and so that I can continue to reload things I have stored away in my memories and on the pages of my mind. When you look around and see others moving about, remember, these very same people got up like you did, saw the same sunrise, had the same feelings, and quenched their thirst for whatever, the same way. That, my friend, is the common thread that weaves us together as one nation under GOD. So watch the wind and listen to its song and dance, like a child, every chance you get. You too have a story to tell and an ending yet to write.
really giving
What does it really mean to give? When I was small, I remember having what I thought
at the time was more than enough. It wasn't until later in life that I awoke to the reality
that we were challenged, I guess you could say. When my mind strolled back in time and I saw three little boys huddled together on the floor in front of a narrow paint chipped wall heater I had to admit we must not have had a lot of things, including an abundance of heat. My parents gave what they could. My parents gave and we never thought there should be more. That is the purety of giving what matters. I think that the world isn't just mixed up with giving, but about receiving too. Expectation of one can guilt another to death. So this year give what matters the most to your heart. Expect to receive miracles not stuff. Embrace the gift of life and unwrap a new and wonderful world that will give you something new and exciting every day. Hug your children and receive a smile that will warm your heart and never tarnish with time. Give of yourself just as GOD did. Merry Christmas.
at the time was more than enough. It wasn't until later in life that I awoke to the reality
that we were challenged, I guess you could say. When my mind strolled back in time and I saw three little boys huddled together on the floor in front of a narrow paint chipped wall heater I had to admit we must not have had a lot of things, including an abundance of heat. My parents gave what they could. My parents gave and we never thought there should be more. That is the purety of giving what matters. I think that the world isn't just mixed up with giving, but about receiving too. Expectation of one can guilt another to death. So this year give what matters the most to your heart. Expect to receive miracles not stuff. Embrace the gift of life and unwrap a new and wonderful world that will give you something new and exciting every day. Hug your children and receive a smile that will warm your heart and never tarnish with time. Give of yourself just as GOD did. Merry Christmas.
Friday, December 17, 2010
fear
We are most afraid when we meet up with the unknown. The things we know least about scare us the most. If you try to stop and take the time to understand what you see and hear, you will find that you just might have more in common with whats scares you than you think. So try to look beyond the opening visuals and open your mind to the good things. If you want to find the good in things, you can. It takes the same amount of power to be positive as it dose to be scared, mad, and angry. I promise there is something funny about us all and there is laughter in everything around us.
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