tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13508582552395138272024-02-19T01:50:23.356-05:00Steve wuz Hereand this is how i see it...Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-57053080596898685522010-12-02T13:37:00.002-05:002010-12-02T13:54:22.966-05:00The Unpaved Road<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZ_0ZRFZGoG0YOayqHsx_D0qRYk5nRJ91bq7u6Am3KFuAYcsNjb-UoxoS-9ChfqEqmbuPpO3s_fBCaZQ1dMJJWOOLDFBbAB8VBYOdXe-nYeCFNbHE76AsU5qsiazCDMHKukGtTCm8vP0M/s1600/intentions_web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZ_0ZRFZGoG0YOayqHsx_D0qRYk5nRJ91bq7u6Am3KFuAYcsNjb-UoxoS-9ChfqEqmbuPpO3s_fBCaZQ1dMJJWOOLDFBbAB8VBYOdXe-nYeCFNbHE76AsU5qsiazCDMHKukGtTCm8vP0M/s320/intentions_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546156363692250754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ever since I've learned,<br />The road to Hell<br />Was paved,<br />I've walked the path less traveled.<br /><br />My thoughts are my own,<br />Like sparrows fly<br />Above,<br />In harmony with nature.<br /><br />If my way were paved,<br />With motive good<br />Or bad,<br />I would miss the crunching<br />Of the stones<br />Beneath my feet.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-17629862876238767882010-04-29T21:00:00.003-04:002010-04-29T21:11:48.293-04:00Rainbow Chaser IIDear Rainbow Chaser,<br /><br />You've awakened in a world that needs to justify your being.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_e_nGcwZ9lEqfVfjnDly_RbDoSm8YDfo32T-U834bi90P1i7PcrabsXoOJzv3UKeOo_pBoSm7upvy_IL-jquahcqnRgMGIVIX3x_-3vcv95Y1ttA7TH769OM8fzHF2vjsgPYJ9aimoynC/s1600/SWH004Rainbow_web.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_e_nGcwZ9lEqfVfjnDly_RbDoSm8YDfo32T-U834bi90P1i7PcrabsXoOJzv3UKeOo_pBoSm7upvy_IL-jquahcqnRgMGIVIX3x_-3vcv95Y1ttA7TH769OM8fzHF2vjsgPYJ9aimoynC/s400/SWH004Rainbow_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465729518256321106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />If you haven't already, you will feel fear.<br /><br />There is a hope within this anguish.<br /><br />A hope that is liberty.<br /><br />A new sense, I think, a wonderful sense,<br /><br />That will develop naturally.<br /><br />Listen to the melody that plays in the wind.<br /><br />Listen to your forever dreams,<br /><br />As you rise and fall to the rhythm of the waves.<br /><br />Do not fear to be free.Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-85017563033087218822010-04-21T21:29:00.009-04:002010-04-21T21:52:49.589-04:00A house with many rooms<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavl7lGHniI3jMcGYHy-SaD9ObeQOhKqXW1XPo6IN17effrvY4985wYsjRmhV-VTMC1TGRD7gBPJN3vuduBhsSdoxPC8ZK5Cdi6x-SF1yFG95bUOu6CKwnvUZsUinYyFCXm8Xf12wLPLph/s1600/SWHlightwindow_web.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavl7lGHniI3jMcGYHy-SaD9ObeQOhKqXW1XPo6IN17effrvY4985wYsjRmhV-VTMC1TGRD7gBPJN3vuduBhsSdoxPC8ZK5Cdi6x-SF1yFG95bUOu6CKwnvUZsUinYyFCXm8Xf12wLPLph/s320/SWHlightwindow_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462768218480598210" border="0" /></a><br />Wander in the shadow of what's real,<br />Which bears down on the uninitiated like a veil,<br />Confusing the masses, confusing the senses,<br />An endless path to roam.<br /><br />Witness the birth of thought!<br />Swathe imagination in a blanket of desire!<br />Wander no more, awaken and soar,<br />Welcome home lost soul, welcome home.Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-51612110138049391792010-04-19T12:58:00.003-04:002010-04-19T13:30:17.630-04:00A Poem for Peter<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNaF1Tog86OWUVtBxnaKcXOufAQQVHrfbOj9y7Xi-_x6n_1eeabOMDTABcjdb1YyYLLPI5H9akWQk0BUYFM5pgAvyeqNjrRd9Y_ur8gFDBDQomJwz85ijgLghDpc3Uxc8MouHoDTnaouf/s1600/SWHYoga05_web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNaF1Tog86OWUVtBxnaKcXOufAQQVHrfbOj9y7Xi-_x6n_1eeabOMDTABcjdb1YyYLLPI5H9akWQk0BUYFM5pgAvyeqNjrRd9Y_ur8gFDBDQomJwz85ijgLghDpc3Uxc8MouHoDTnaouf/s400/SWHYoga05_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461894208258053554" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We worked to the rhythm of forklifts,<br />Surrounded by men with strong backs;<br />On our shift was a worker named Peter,<br />Who had spent his life filling the racks.<br /><br />He spoke very little, but whistled a lot,<br />To a tune that nobody knew;<br />One evening we spoke for a minute- no more,<br />But in that minute my consciousness grew.<br /><br />"What are your plans for the weekend?"<br />I asked him one Friday night;<br />"Ice fishing," he answered quite briskly,<br />Then he smiled; an uncommon sight.<br /><br />I laughed 'cause I thought he was joking,<br />I was young in body and mind;<br />"Ice fishing," I put forth naively,<br />"Is nothing but a waste of your time!"<br /><br />He didn't stop smiling or walk away,<br />Instead he looked deep in my eyes;<br />He spoke very kindly in a fatherly voice,<br />The way of the aged and the wise.<br /><br />He said:<br />"I guess it is something you must do to understand."<br /><br />Many years have since passed and the warehouse is closed,<br />Life's current has swept me away;<br />To another life without concrete walls,<br />Where I write poetry, I sing, and I play.<br /><br />One morning while I was meditating,<br />Sitting still and clearing my mind;<br />My child asked what I was doing,<br />When I told him he wasn't unkind.<br /><br />He didn't judge or laugh at me,<br />And he was curious, to be sure;<br />Then, when my child spoke to me,<br />His voice was wise and pure.<br /><br />He said:<br />"I guess it is something you must do to understand."<br /><br />I don't know what happened to Peter,<br />But the story that lives in my soul;<br />Has him happily living in Heaven,<br />Looking down through an ice fishing hole.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-41160735951698943332010-04-09T10:13:00.003-04:002010-04-09T10:27:33.615-04:00Curing the Soul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmazDzGaKihRact1dcbYZl4VEAOJZxR9L7L3rCuc1NO-3Y4rmZSEDBnSlSIB-6P9Yb2Jb_KRYCR1DIs6GncwuVhBAPRBnA8ZMlUltnmn3bx1DTTYaIZ13aeq-LY6YyYFFz0fUpvh4QS71/s1600/SWHbeach_web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmazDzGaKihRact1dcbYZl4VEAOJZxR9L7L3rCuc1NO-3Y4rmZSEDBnSlSIB-6P9Yb2Jb_KRYCR1DIs6GncwuVhBAPRBnA8ZMlUltnmn3bx1DTTYaIZ13aeq-LY6YyYFFz0fUpvh4QS71/s400/SWHbeach_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458140877930984930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Abandon existence<br />Imagine, fear<br />An end to all joy?<br />An end to all cheer?<br /><br />Collapse into the void<br />Empty, dark<br />Float painlessly,<br />Into life's spark.<br /><br />Connect with all being<br />Infinite, true<br />Realize eternity,<br />As an essence of you.<br /><br />Ignore Heaven's choir<br />Naive, astray<br />Feel the cold chill of night,<br />The bright pain of day.<br /><br />Live and learn much<br />courageous, bold<br />Each moment as a gift,<br />Grow wise and grow old.<br /><br />Then, abandon existence<br />liberated, assured<br />To begin once again:<br />The soul being cured.<br /></div>Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-48798688005474817482010-04-06T07:32:00.005-04:002010-04-06T07:53:33.275-04:00Live each day as though it were your first<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Gm_7pmRMcsxvZqPWbNzrnssTT2C21Agkk4iwLl1fUuSTgovU0wanB08jH9dkF7Wn9RluQXcRE6PQphwEIuT8EeHLBXorkV7Pjh7zKxgfcZXz2J64-WYO1egsC1Qr13ludMs9PcihDl1N/s1600/SWH_rivroc_web.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Gm_7pmRMcsxvZqPWbNzrnssTT2C21Agkk4iwLl1fUuSTgovU0wanB08jH9dkF7Wn9RluQXcRE6PQphwEIuT8EeHLBXorkV7Pjh7zKxgfcZXz2J64-WYO1egsC1Qr13ludMs9PcihDl1N/s320/SWH_rivroc_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456991336409878866" border="0" /></a><br />Before i knew of anything, i knew of love.<br />Love was already there.<br />In everything my eyes fell upon,<br />In every breath of air.<br />i can't recall what came next,<br />Was it hope or was it fear?<br />If only i could remember,<br />Life would be more clear.<br />'Live each day is it were your last',<br />Does not a Heaven build.<br />It makes of life an empty cup,<br />Waiting to be filled.<br />To walk as one enlightened,<br />And really quench your thirst.<br />Awaken each and every day,<br />And live it as your first.Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-73626335586549761382010-04-03T10:34:00.003-04:002010-04-05T13:24:45.920-04:00Peace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxA2SJd_bIKdjePsNKLh8O2F0ikOxTWrISw1o8qMeMTVO-zejHVELCxLJ67uCgyeAEDEqXzSYfMWtVH3woEwyVY0DRn52QS7-2WFaxJE_vhF6SJjt4UMPEUw5JoCKKcQZp1pWoc5DXkiY/s1600/SWH_Wall_web.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNxA2SJd_bIKdjePsNKLh8O2F0ikOxTWrISw1o8qMeMTVO-zejHVELCxLJ67uCgyeAEDEqXzSYfMWtVH3woEwyVY0DRn52QS7-2WFaxJE_vhF6SJjt4UMPEUw5JoCKKcQZp1pWoc5DXkiY/s400/SWH_Wall_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455919698893131874" border="0" /></a><br />i look at the space before me with a passionate desire to fill it with something meaningful.<br /><br />A poet may see a metaphor in this, an artist may have found a kindred spirit.<br /><br />The voice that speaks to me from within whispers, "What is wrong with what's already there?"<br /><br />i breathe in the stillness.Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-51709493841009429802010-03-31T12:22:00.006-04:002010-03-31T12:31:53.071-04:00Freedom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSVj1ugdn5y5U2vz7JgjHafLKabseOlCiPrFtN9tQpZJDQjTcWs8wrlY_lb5e-CTUkHKvgMnXt3-pQPBV73n02LXtSA3DJ1N1K4QQ15DoBgQ_Zt1JN0zLkPXBWVKQVMld0JZ7gA01fDB_V/s1600/SWH007_sunset_web.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSVj1ugdn5y5U2vz7JgjHafLKabseOlCiPrFtN9tQpZJDQjTcWs8wrlY_lb5e-CTUkHKvgMnXt3-pQPBV73n02LXtSA3DJ1N1K4QQ15DoBgQ_Zt1JN0zLkPXBWVKQVMld0JZ7gA01fDB_V/s400/SWH007_sunset_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454836299158894482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The sun died quietly<br />While the tethers and chains<br />Forced our eyes to look east-<br />Those of us that could see at all.<br /><br />Not one among us cried,<br />Outside of our own suffering,<br />For the loss of the light<br />That went out in the world.<br /><br />A promise was made<br />That the sun would return,<br />But still we turned to the darkness<br />Begging for our freedom.<br /><br />Then came day,<br />The sun was reborn,<br />Our faithlessness exposed,<br />Our freedom denied.<br /></div>Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-54569629701637446742010-03-29T23:05:00.004-04:002010-03-29T23:19:19.982-04:00Life's a Celebration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9tF6TC6Axwk8xiiyWi2qHX-UHILMnii2JN2HfBtM6YSSw2rJQTMsb0v4kkKU7V7xJz8aGIANd6wMgeRezwepLvZh5MCA3nD_duNRmXeBKEcVNQdt1Hrv6wURGOMA0QdbGeJtu2YHaZE3/s1600/SWHPuddle-6_WEB.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9tF6TC6Axwk8xiiyWi2qHX-UHILMnii2JN2HfBtM6YSSw2rJQTMsb0v4kkKU7V7xJz8aGIANd6wMgeRezwepLvZh5MCA3nD_duNRmXeBKEcVNQdt1Hrv6wURGOMA0QdbGeJtu2YHaZE3/s320/SWHPuddle-6_WEB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454257784729586002" border="0" /></a><br />I've seen mountains and oceans,<br />Heard whispers in the leaves,<br />Dined with dragonflies when time stood still,<br />And held his little hand in mine.<br /><br />He grew with every step he took,<br />Found stillness in a smile,<br />Took a breath which was my heart,<br />And sang the songs of innocence.<br /><br />He sang:<br />"There is no end to wonder",<br />"No escaping what's meant to be",<br />"Life's a celebration to the end",<br />Then he stomped his foot down hard.<br /><br />I've seen rainbows and daisies,<br />Felt love - more than my share,<br />I've prayed with the sun for a thousand hours,<br />And he taught me one day.Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-86020015617552845552010-03-26T22:23:00.005-04:002010-03-26T22:38:33.387-04:00Rainbow Chaser<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMKvGlUIsVyqPH5K0GaCFoaQ0-7Zuk_WoOxBOEDVsfy_ljyFJTzwpnfUHrUOQsbQU9tlCVsiOvZ6PDtjbkKKkKAZb-DIGkpaPd7i21sI9L0LscS-AyZoQSdnBIdOyw6MolwF1wy6RSUV-/s1600/SWH004Rainbow_web.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMKvGlUIsVyqPH5K0GaCFoaQ0-7Zuk_WoOxBOEDVsfy_ljyFJTzwpnfUHrUOQsbQU9tlCVsiOvZ6PDtjbkKKkKAZb-DIGkpaPd7i21sI9L0LscS-AyZoQSdnBIdOyw6MolwF1wy6RSUV-/s320/SWH004Rainbow_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453136891100655058" border="0" /></a>Dear Rainbow Chaser,<br /><br />The horizon is never too far away,<br />Your dreams are just over there,<br />Somewhere.<br /><br />Believe what i say,<br />Let them float in on waves,<br />To you.<br /><br />You don't even have to move,<br />In fact, it's better if you're still,<br />Don't wake up.<br />Sleep...<br />Sleep...<br />Dream.<br />And listen for your dreams on the waves.Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-18099318022101900732010-03-24T16:20:00.004-04:002010-03-24T16:27:12.793-04:00Majestic Dawn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5kAjbjgkFDZsVJFJTRkKjHiNJMfl6bkosv-oe0lgW1wBQ7QRlGcG9zkbNxzDPa-A5DCyBg_FeIoW3TUSg6X5E7mBdGFT5t2nJq1nSqOxqK8yoTSSwaLL82Banx5tr8GKA7c1Egryndpvf/s1600/SWH003_dawn_WEB.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5kAjbjgkFDZsVJFJTRkKjHiNJMfl6bkosv-oe0lgW1wBQ7QRlGcG9zkbNxzDPa-A5DCyBg_FeIoW3TUSg6X5E7mBdGFT5t2nJq1nSqOxqK8yoTSSwaLL82Banx5tr8GKA7c1Egryndpvf/s400/SWH003_dawn_WEB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452298092472400642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Consider thy purpose, oh Majestic Dawn,<br />In grand recluse thy spirit doth shone,<br />To whisper spells in sacred song,<br />That halts dark Night from living on.<br /><br />A covenant of passion, each brilliant ray,<br />Of which thy doubtless heart shall stay,<br />On bitter chase of looming grey,<br />That swallows Dawn to bring forth Day.<br /><br />Each dew drop left in thy fragrant wane,<br />An Angel's suffrage of grave disdain,<br />To Mankind's own inveterate pain,<br />That thought of purpose need be lain.<br /><br /></div>Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-90866760313969717882010-03-22T22:04:00.015-04:002010-03-23T08:32:50.815-04:00Singing from the Soul<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHihWxKjsuOnTB-vj8xrG-Od11qKEHtg2zX3PFz_ODYwD_r981I9khpa0XgcsEqzv0JSysDW0ZgyxqAmeWgd2SoA6dDvoHyfWuvOr6Nn5Bh1lFx4jxSzB5Y_BcM0sfeOYktB6JLyag58A/s1600-h/SWH_guitarplayer_web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451648464908777922" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHihWxKjsuOnTB-vj8xrG-Od11qKEHtg2zX3PFz_ODYwD_r981I9khpa0XgcsEqzv0JSysDW0ZgyxqAmeWgd2SoA6dDvoHyfWuvOr6Nn5Bh1lFx4jxSzB5Y_BcM0sfeOYktB6JLyag58A/s400/SWH_guitarplayer_web.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 400px;" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">He told me,"the lyrics are the hardest part, but once you learn to sing from the soul, it's easy."<br />
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His name is Markus and he sings from his soul. Everybody else just walked by and i never learned their names.</div>Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-21083381452079791292010-03-17T21:56:00.019-04:002010-03-18T09:19:02.838-04:00The Tale of Two Brothers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5jpN0Uwxr1e6F1RUroGNoCLMK4uNtgsK-t5cpWBxi81Sov5y9_ICHjHLo5Advz3jHPNUQssWaEaTdZCocOiF9fyrj6aBgmCnvsMgn8QY_OMKkjHYJBKkcTA1B47pSRZ7BjKSVruUJtDg/s1600-h/SWHbros1_web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449787908485511730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5jpN0Uwxr1e6F1RUroGNoCLMK4uNtgsK-t5cpWBxi81Sov5y9_ICHjHLo5Advz3jHPNUQssWaEaTdZCocOiF9fyrj6aBgmCnvsMgn8QY_OMKkjHYJBKkcTA1B47pSRZ7BjKSVruUJtDg/s320/SWHbros1_web.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 256px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
Once upon a time, two brothers found their way,<br />
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Into the woods, one fine spring day.<br />
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They skipped and they jumped, they ran and they climbed,<br />
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Excited about all the wonderful things they would find.<br />
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Chipmunks and squirrels scampered in and out,<br />
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To see what all the noise was about.<br />
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And birds flew out from their hiding places,<br />
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To sing their songs for the smiling faces.<br />
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"Look! We have new friends!" the eldest had spoke,<br />
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He stared in awe at the forest folk.<br />
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He then ran ahead with a noble thought,<br />
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"Let's feed them," he said, "let's share what we've got."<br />
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They climbed into trees, but frightened the birds,<br />
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They chased after the chipmunks saying soft, kindly words.<br />
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"This isn't working at all," the younger one said,<br />
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"What if we let them come to us instead?"<br />
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"Good thinking," said his brother, "we'll stay perfectly still,"<br />
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"They'll come to us then, they'll see our good will!"<br />
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The birds sang a song for the words he had stated,<br />
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And the boys filled their hands with seed, and just waited...<br />
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...And waited...<br />
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...And waited...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"They're not starving today," big brother pointed out,<br />
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"My arm's getting sore; I'm beginning to doubt."<br />
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"Let's be patient," said the youngest, "Like Mom always says,"<br />
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"Good things always come, if we're patient that is."<br />
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With that came a flutter of wings from above,<br />
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Wings that agreed with what the children spoke of,<br />
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Then the birds came down from the trees to feed,<br />
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From the hands of the brothers that were holding the seed.<br />
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The brothers were very proud of themselves that day,<br />
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And wanted that feeling of joy to stay,<br />
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So they promised each other they would always be kind,<br />
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And try to keep this lesson of patience in mind.Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-91678407088168206802010-03-16T21:56:00.002-04:002010-03-16T22:14:13.354-04:00God is in the Rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLPxmdl576q2fbEOZpthgbF0zKu3CZLHwDBSDrRoBbbeFHZo_1t2KEpcJMuFUaXdlE1mvf8uc-SozxUzxOThFJ7grvDa_mzLWIw-SYoA0hShDuvttTqULQZovhYGjrDCQbNSH9dj2iYXm/s1600-h/SWH_Rain_web.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLPxmdl576q2fbEOZpthgbF0zKu3CZLHwDBSDrRoBbbeFHZo_1t2KEpcJMuFUaXdlE1mvf8uc-SozxUzxOThFJ7grvDa_mzLWIw-SYoA0hShDuvttTqULQZovhYGjrDCQbNSH9dj2iYXm/s200/SWH_Rain_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449416918499785282" border="0" /></a>To look beyond what we see, into what we believe.<br />To know it is hard and do it anyway.<br />To feel there is more to care about than ourselves.<br />To hear the rain break against the window.<br />To taste life; sweet not bitter.<br />To touch another soul.<br />And to know why.Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-81304428130443177542010-03-12T09:33:00.003-05:002010-03-12T10:38:06.270-05:00It Just Grows<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwqeQd3p72JeaO9XvSdHOys87QEcTf7iiYl4gZ-Ia4sXijlwr46Mnupi0-ehqugkllPZZPCvXSjFyjIqszBmBwMcWIPiQ8MuJys5XjvXD5OBDpo1L9dVx5lHrKdrwruGAzkskaQKPcJS4/s1600-h/SWH002_grows_web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwqeQd3p72JeaO9XvSdHOys87QEcTf7iiYl4gZ-Ia4sXijlwr46Mnupi0-ehqugkllPZZPCvXSjFyjIqszBmBwMcWIPiQ8MuJys5XjvXD5OBDpo1L9dVx5lHrKdrwruGAzkskaQKPcJS4/s200/SWH002_grows_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447767542163871970" border="0" /></a><br />It can be amazing or not. Perhaps it's just a weed.<br />It didn't try to grow, but it did.<br />From a seed in the ground. Competing for survival.<br />In a garden where it didn't belong.<br />i am a weed.<br />Growing toward the light.Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350858255239513827.post-10892963624951605862010-03-11T09:46:00.002-05:002010-03-18T14:34:16.415-04:00Love Is...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jGscvwi1s3GlEeNG071MZlS6R1twSoUvlRmITDLn2T69GUhQnyLozdKKeGQL-tFE6sojG_ywJt2YOzKyPxmDVY73clR9tTFYZt84BE8EP5d12FZiq8ihT4LX4XC6VH41I0QOKSeWFbgq/s1600-h/SWH001_Ring_Web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447407267062279346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jGscvwi1s3GlEeNG071MZlS6R1twSoUvlRmITDLn2T69GUhQnyLozdKKeGQL-tFE6sojG_ywJt2YOzKyPxmDVY73clR9tTFYZt84BE8EP5d12FZiq8ihT4LX4XC6VH41I0QOKSeWFbgq/s200/SWH001_Ring_Web.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 160px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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We met as children and have loved each other for over twenty years. In all that time she has never tried to change the way i see the world.<br />
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This blog is for her.Steve Wuz Herehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911072025544555368noreply@blogger.com0