It Comes From the Most Unexpected Places

A little tidbit of information before we begin. I use coupons & take full advantage of Walmart's price match guarantee, therefore I am always trying to find the best deal. With that said, I was anxiously flipping through a Menards ad looking for my next deal. Just a quick glance towards the bottom of every page reveals tiny sentences. Upon further reading each & every one of them, I found it amusing. Quotes & words of encouragement, in just the time I need them. 'The surest way not to fail is to determine to succeed.' With the query letter for my novel rearing its ugly head at me, I have become disheartened. This simple quote breathed life back into that firery passion to see my book someday sitting on display at B&N. I don't believe it's coincidence. I wonder how many many of us miss something so small we could easily chalk up to being insignificant? What if we were meant to find such treasures? What if the world we live in has blinded us from make these discoveries? Food for thought.revewere tiny sentences.

Thieves of Lying

Masters of an art,
  Eloquently they weave out the truth and in the lie.
  With lies the feed our minds.
The Thieves of Lying
They steal the truth as a thief in the night.
  They take the truth and replace it with the lie.
The Thieves of Lying
Tricksters are they.
  They walk around plain as day.
  Then waiting in the shadows of night to strike.
Thieves of Lying
Deceiving is their game.
  Concealing what is real in a cloudy haze.
  Playing tricks on your eyes.
Thieves of Lying
Victims are we.
  Taking and trusting their words to be true.
  While they put on the mask of feign.
Thieves of Lying
They don't stop.
  They prevaricate and equviocate as they weave their web of    lies.    
Thieves of Lying
Helpless are we
  To their schemes
  They feed on our misery and prey on our pain.
Thieves of Lying
Their web will be their doom.
  The sticky strands will wrap around their fingers pulling them in.
Thieves of Lying
Their lies will be revealed.
  They will hang their head in shame at their web of lies, as the truth is told and lies exposed.
Thieves of Lying
Fools they thought us to be
  We believed their every lie which dripped black from their lips.
Thieves of Lying
Wise are we
  For seeing them for what they really are.
  Thieves. Liars. Pretenders.
They are the Thieves of Lying.

Thoughts

- When my dreams ran wild and my mind was free, as mustangs they raced across the plains, being of nature and trialing to tame.
- Hope is everlasting. All you have to do is believe.

Last Moment to be Strong

There comes a time, a moment in time when we all have the choice to be strong.
We can let that moment break us or break. Either way the choice is made whether we realize it or not.
Do we wallow in our heartbreak or tell ourselves to be strong?
It's easy to be strong for me.
I'll save you the all-too-sad story of my past but we'll just say my life its made me tough. It's made me strong.
I once had the emotional range of a rock.
How do you be strong? You ask.
It's simple. You tell yourself you don't care.
You suck it up. You hold your head high.
He broke your heart and shattered it into a million pieces?
- You don't care.
He said mean and hurtful things?
- So...
These maybe harsh words but sometimes harsh words have to be spoken and they have to be heard.
But don't think life will be easy when you're strong. You're wrong. It will be harder. You'll hurt those closest to you and you'll push people away. Trust me, I know but you won't care because you'll be strong.
Being strong comes at a price. What is the price you are willing to pay? You have to ask yourself.
Because being strong means shutting down parts of your heart. It means closing the doors of feelings. It means not trusting people, family or friends. It means depending solely on yourself. It means dropping the past and never looking back.
You'll build walls so high if they were a mountain, thy would easily dwarf Mount Everest. 
When you're strong and have been for so long, its hard to open your heart again. It's going to take a miracle, a willing attitude to change and its going to take someone who loves you enough to chip away, little by little, your stony walls. Even then, that person has to be committed and consistent or else you'll toughen up threefold of what you were before. Trust me I know.

Cloud

As I walk down the street, I see a little white cloud.
He has followed me for three blocks now.
I look up to him and ask, "sir why is it you follow me so?"
"Have you ever sat upon a cloud?" He asks.
"I have not."
"I was wondering what life was like way down here. That is why I have followed you so."
Honored, I feel for few are followed by clouds.
I decided to show him around.
I showed him the flowers, which he marvels because he can't see them way up there.
I showed him the forests and pines.
"They look so small from the sky!"
We walk the fields, which are ready to plant.
"Way up there they look like a patch but here they are so vast!
I would have never thought the world was so big!" He exclaims.
We gaze at nature in all her beauty.
But a police car rooms by with loud sirens.
"What is that?" He asks.
I think of the sadness of my world and the wars.
"Sometimes the world is not so nice." I sadly say.
The cloud seems to have turned grey.
"That is sad indeed" he agrees.
"What is life like way up in the sky?" I ask.
"It's filled with kindness and compassion.
The birds are your friends.
At night we play with the stars
We never grow weary but if one is sad, so are we all."
"It sounds lovely" I state.
"I will take you if you like"
He offers a seat and up we go.
We go so high the world begins to fade below.
So small our world seems way up here. 
Of being cold, I have no fear.
For the cloud has wrapped me in his warmth.
The other clouds greet me kindly.
The birds sing to me sweetly.
At night the stars come out.
Hide and seek is what we play.
They twinkle and sparkle and give themselves away.
Bunches of fun we have, way up here in the sky.
But too soon I grow weary of no work and all play.
I miss the colors of my world.
For here in the sky is mostly grey.
The cloud asks me, "why do you look so blue?"
"I miss my home down below."
"Oh my! What do we do?"
"Will you take me back home?"
The cloud looks down.
"You wish to go back below?"
"Yes" I quietly say.
"Very well" the cloud sadly says.
He offers me a seat and all too soon we start our descend down.
Down, down, down we go the cloud and I.
Once we have reached below, the cloud turns grey.
"We shall miss you, way up in the sky"
"I shall miss all of you" I sadly say.
Our goodbye is short and sweet.
And wouldn't you know it the cloud started to cry.
He flies in a hurry to be back in the sky.
Pretty soon the sky turns grey.
And I remember the words he said.
'If one is sad, so are we all'
Now their tears begin to fall.
Rain pours down from the sky.
I realize no one is too big to cry.

What I Miss Most

{ A few pages, a couple minutes of my time can never compare to the love I have for you, inside }

  To pick up the phone and dial your number. It's no longer in service and heaven doesn't have a phone number.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  To stop by and see your face full of surprise.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  Just to talk about the good ole days.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  Sharing stories and laughing until we cry.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  The comfort and peace you offered. All your wise advice.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  The love you have shown me. I'll forever carry in my heart.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  Smelling of Stampede after-shave and Old Spice from a warm embrace.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  Hearing the voice of a man who meant the world to me.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  A kiss on the cheek as a final farewell.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  At night, fast asleep, I dream of your face.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  Though its been months and I cannot cry. Instead I hide my pain.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  You carried my only regret and I cannot turn back time.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  I'm glad for all our time spent together but...
It's what I miss most about these days.
  You are what I miss most about these days but I know you're in a better place.
It's what I miss most about these days.

Songbird

As a songbird whose lost his joy to sing
As a star's last dying day, falling from the sky
Nevermore will it shine.