times past

Times past, Tomes gone,
Times spent on our lawn.
When we were care free,
When we had glee.
No worries, just fun.
When we play with our toy, not gun.
No worry about other’s thoughts,
Our life, none could distraught.
Ah, our past, so full of cheer
We saw wonder in all, from birds to deer.

My Purpose

I think we are all on the world for a purpose, but it is our choice whether or not we do that. We are all here to glorify the one true GOD, the god of Abraham, Moses, Jacob, and the father of Jesus Christ. We, on the other hand, all have our own purpose. We all have the ability to be great, but it is up to us to fulfill that. I think my talent lies in computers, and, because I am somewhat creative, I may be an architect. My purpose, however, is probably to be a motivational speaker, for god. Maybe not a preacher, but I want to make my own mark.

first love

The first love, the one you never forget.
Every detail is important, every talk is remembered.
You think it will never end.

The first love, you never feel the same.
The first kiss, the first perfect day, the perfect moment.
You never have another chance at this love, so make it count.

The first love, the one you never want to be away from.
Your heart aches when you are not with her, and yet, you love her constantly.
No breakup is harder, no person is closer.

The first love, she never wears off.
You never want to stop being together, never get off the phone, never stop thinking of her.
The one you never forget, not one detail.

Brothers

Noisy, bratty, annoying, unbelievable, downright hard to live with,
This is what a brother is.
Argue, wine, punch, kick Use their youth against you,
This is what a brother does.
Unlovable, impossible to stand, always out to get you.
Yet, we love, stand, and accept them, if only because we are brothers.