Life gave you lemons and limes.
You couldn’t smile,
You couldn’t swallow your pride,
And circumstances wouldn’t let you hide.
Then you realized the beauty
Hidden under a sour reality:
Even though life gave you lemons and limes,
Sour turned sweet with time.
Their music a part of who we are,
We build them up on the charts
And watch as they fall far
From our hearts.
Dancing across life’s stage,
Immortal in a single moment –
They crumble under fame’s age.
And they pass, leaving only remnant.
We’ve forgotten, as we idolize,
That they are human too.
And with tears in our eyes
We remember all they do.
Through the trees,
The color paints time.
You see the spring,
The summer, the fall
And winter, there, dies.
Like a thousand chimes
The breeze will calmly ring
As we get lost in its lull.
A thousand miles on the road,
A million more to go.
Through the trees,
We make our journey.
Some people call it a pastime
And others call it a waste of time.
Yet, it stirs passion inside of us
Even though it can cause such a fuss.
Baseball: it gets old man to tell stories
And young kids to listen to past glories.
It is the American dream.
From the plane: this is what you see.
I wish it could always be
Enough for me.
This vision of paradise.
The wind on the beach –
The clouds that feel within reach:
They are beauty beyond speech.
This is a vision of paradise.
But back home with family:
That’s where real paradise is.
We all wait for a call,
We wait for the right moment,
We give it our all
But sometimes it’s nothing but postponement.
The phone could never ring
Or it could ring the moment we walk away:
You can’t second guess this thing.
Or it’ll just make you grey.
Trust me:
Don’t wait for the call.
Go out while you still can.
Give it your all.
Don’t wait for someone else
To let you chase your dream:
Because it’s your dream for a reason.
Weekly Tip: Know the things of the past, so that you can know how to live the future.
For some reason when I think of the past I don’t think of wars or of shocking tragedies, I think of movie stars. I think of people like Katharine Hepburn, Clark Gable, Ginger Rogers, James Dean, Betty Grable, Lillian Gish, Norma Shearer, Claudette Colbert, Audrey Hepburn…. You see, their faces illuminated the silver screen – people had their eyes on them. Their movies, their lines are what people looked to. Their faces were watched on a lazy Friday night when people wanted to enjoy themselves. They are (some of) the faces of the past.
And why is it important to know the past of movie stars? Because these people made the American medium of entertainment what it is today. Their legacy was left and now it is our chance to leave ours. We learn from them, from the Presidents, from the historians of the past – and we should never forget the things that they have taught us.
The future is as big as we make it: no matter what your dreams are, no matter what you aspire to, no matter what He calls you to: live it out. Live it out to the fullest.
The city lights looked so bright from the country.
They taunted me like candy,
And stood watch over my thoughts like a sentry.
But now my thoughts are twisting. I’m acting like someone who has too much brandy:
I am alone, cold, distraught.
The lights blind me,
The air has me caught.
And my knee
Meets the hard cement.
I never wanted this.
And now I resent
My decision.
I’ve realized that these city stars
Are just bulbs that burn out.
At the edge of the fallen stalks,
At the edge of the city,
Away from the blocks and blocks
Of nothing but gritty:
I find freedom.
Standing looking up at the sky,
Standing watching the wind in the willows,
Looking at the birds fly,
Standing, watching the clouds like pillows:
I find freedom.
You see, this freedom was bought.
Brave men, brave women, brave families
They fought
So that I could stand here with this testimony
Of how wonderful it is
To look at fields of freedom.
Sarah Magnolia 