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| **** The Wonder of it all**** |
| 02.29.08 (8:59 pm) [edit] |
a measure of trust the measure of the broken heart,a schrill of delight
tonight I shall be yours****
I look to the west she enters from the east, am I
to be in flight, or risk being here****
take hold for I play the
court jester, she shall
laugh with me or is that at
me, she only knows****
a face I've seen a thou-
sand glances....tired but
awaiting, I will know her
and so remind her****
for me I am not to be sold
like some worn shoe, to be
held in esteem but not for
want or need, I shall know
****
be with me, or without do
come what may....the mere
thought mere change,have I that much turned****
fair to me you say we sing together a harmony of lies, that only one
like you may tell****
the wonder of her the wonder of where I shall be, at last I awake only
to see this is my truth**
TIMM17
COPYRIGHT-2008
WINDSONG PRESS
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| 2 Comments |
| ****THE PITCHER AND ME**** |
| 02.28.08 (1:18 pm) [edit] |
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As a child growing up in a country dominated by the sport of hockey,I always felt somewhat out of place
when it came time for all of us local kids to play either ice hockey or street
hockey.First of all I was
perhaps the worst skater
you could have imagined to
ever set foot on a skating
rink or ice surface, and
secondly I have always had
a terrible hate of the cold
and winter in general.
Then came the day when I was invited to play in a
game of baseball and was asked to take over the role of pitcher for this team.My age at the time was
11 and why I mention this is because the group of boys I was playing with ranged in age from 14 to 17
and to be invited to play with them was a rarity.Well
as the game progressed it
became quite evident that
I was a natural for this game. Immediately after the
game I was formally asked
to join the "Angels" as their starting pitcher and well as they say the rest is history.
For the next 3 years I became the most dominant
as well as the youngest pitcher the league had ever
seen.By the time, my stint with the Angels was comp-
lete I had smashed every single record that existed up to that point. To this very day most of my pitching records still are
unmatched. Suffice to say
that as far as the sport of
hockey was in my opinion,
well it became permanently secondary to the sport of baseball and I never laced on another pair of skates
ever again.
Later as my "career" prog-
gressed I found myself
playing semi-pro ball all
over this continent and continued to excel as a
starting pitcher making a
mockery out of other teams
and their so called star-
sluggers from the west coast to the east. To this very day I still cannot bring myself to see hockey as nothing more than a bunch of bullies hammering a way on each other. To me personally, hockey is just another name for "assault-
ing" each other legally and
to me that requires little if any talent.At least baseball has a flow to it
and for the most part is
far less physically harmful
to players' bodies and finally baseball is far more scientific than hockey
because it requires far more skill and natural talent to excel in it as a sport.
Well there is no doubt that many people will dis-
agree with my appraisal of
these vastly different,yet
well known sports, but of course this is just one(1)
persons' opinion isn't it.
timm17
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| 1 Comments |
| ****YOU,ME AND FADED BLUE**** |
| 02.27.08 (2:07 am) [edit] |
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The days of recent have been very long, the nights
even longer still****
A rush of memories, they trickle so slowly by, not waiting for me****
Not much time to see them with much clarity, at least not what I recall****
Once I had a friend, gone now gone forever, no laughs
no cries no pain****
Its not so easy being faded
blue, thinking faded blue
wearing faded blue****
does heaven have color maybe even faded blue, for
that friend hopefully****
my friend to be remembered
in happier times, see she's not so faded blue****
Its just not the same so alone, with her around it
was so simple****
A bond of love, a cry of love, in memory to last that look of relief****
When you gave of yourself
not so long ago, now hear
I am faded blue****
Timm17
COPYRIGHT-2008
WINDSONG PRESS
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| 1 Comments |
| **NOT SO LONG AGO** |
| 02.25.08 (9:34 pm) [edit] |
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Just a few days ago one of my closest friends passed away after being ill for quite sometime. She had been expected to live much longer than she did so all of us felt so
deprived of her presence
oh so suddenly.
Although we all have ind-
ividual memories of her
as a very loving person,
we still feel cheated by
her disapperance from our
lives. her and I use to travel all the natural
pathways along the lake and talk about how this summer was going to be our best. it would (the
summer) go by so fast that by the fall we would be saying the same thing about summer the follow-ing year!
Another thing I remember about us sharing time together was when we would start driving down some nameless road and not really caring where we would end up. Anywhere
was what we made of it and it didn't matter when
we got home. Other times
we would "window-shop"
down the main street of a
nearby town and say next time we are here I'm going to get whatever we couldn't afford to get right at that time.
It is small times like these that I find I miss her the most and yet it has only been 2 days since her passing and the memeories keep rushing in. I guess I will probably experience this for awhile yet, and how I deal with it will determine the true course of time I will mourn. It
was not so long ago!
Timm17
COPYRIGHT-2008
WINDSONG PRESS
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| 3 Comments |
| **** INNOCENCE **** |
| 02.24.08 (11:41 pm) [edit] |
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little hands of the child precious as only they can be, eyes of innocence as
only they can shine;
little prints of tiny feet
a finger in length,waving to mother look at me I am
only yours;
such a cutie of a smile so hard to resist, innocence of mind, carefree is that smile for you mom;
free of account, no reason to understand, these big eyes that over that bundle of life;
I have not been this cute but for you this is what you want to remember, free of all concern;
look now mother I am not what you see but as you were, I was not really in front of you;
grown I have turned to be, my innocence gone.
TIMM17
COPYRIGHT-2008
WINDSONG PRESS
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| ****MUST I SAY YOU CARE, IF SO WHY!**** |
| 02.24.08 (4:06 pm) [edit] |
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| 1 Comments |
my heart given to the sorrows of you, for your caresses, kisses given so freely from blood to water,water to sand,| here we go again! |
| 02.24.08 (12:09 pm) [edit] |
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| 1 Comments |