There's A Little Piece of Us…

There's a little piece of us that just believes in something better. 

There's a little piece of us that loves what we're good at

There's a little piece of us that believes in our true potential

There's a little piece of us that believes in our true power…

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Well…why do you wear black?

Some might say I go Against the Wind

While others may say I'm Dark As A Dungeon

I've made a difference As Long as I live

When hearing me, they say surely, “He's Alive”

Sometimes to Help Me Through The Night

Friends would say I'm one of the Heroes in Black and White

Those who didn't know me well, would say I'm Ancient History

To them I'd say Everyone Gets Crazy, Down In The Valley

And Everyone Loves A Nut

You I'm afraid are headed to the Fool's Hall of Fame

My life has been great and full of Hurt

Later, Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

My true friends would say I'm simply, A Louisiana Man

I'm happy to have followed, The Old Rugged Cross

Now I'm On the Evening Train, I see A Darkness

For there is No Setting Sun, Amen…

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Rio The Cat, Part-1

I rolled out of my furry, warm, tiger colored bed one day and I had come to realize that something was different. Zack was acting differently then normal, which was odd because he was a unique character.

I had lived with him for about a year and he took pretty good care of me. Things got especially good when he started working at Petco. Then I started getting name brand cat food, which was pretty awesome.

The newer food tasted way better and my white, brown, grey and tan fur seemed to grow thicker. Today I saw him packing up the creatures that he kept in the big tank. Some of them were shaped like orange triangles, other ones had what looked like rocks on their backs and then other ones looked like specs of dust with eyes.

I'm not sure how I knew, but I could just tell the orange, triangle shaped ones would taste good.

So getting back to things being odd, the one day after Zack had a lot of boxes packed up two of his brothers came the one night and stayed over that night after helping pack up some more stuff. The following day they left for a while and finally came back later that night and packed a little more. 

The following day Zack put me in that horrible, white portable prison. Like any cat, I wasn't a fan of cars and I knew whenever I had to get into it that was where I was going. So when he put me in it Sunday morning I knew I was going somewhere… Little did I know that all of the brown boxes on the floor, things wrapped in packing material, creatures from the big tank in his big white buckets, his brothers showing up and the big white building with wheels on it all meant we were leaving Bensalem for good. 

Now you're probably wondering how I knew that…well one of the other cats at Jackie's told me.

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Mirror Of John K's

Subtle panacea in my mouth

Deep clear rivers lead to many

And lead me along a sunlit path

Its really easy to look away

I forgot you're the one I call touchable

I can help but frown and stray

I forgot you're the one I call touchable

Standing under cold lights shut off

Steady in one place, now is good

I want to say goodbye

Bright clouds and happiness heal me

Mouth full and satiated, I'm telling you now

I wan't to say goodbye

More normal things have happened to me

More normal things have happened to me

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The Foundation, Part-1

Sometimes even the best built buildings, need work on their foundations.

For all the stories to hold together, to work together. The foundation must be sound.

Sometimes the foundation needs some updates. Perhaps its basis needs

some rethinking. Perhaps it needs to think, what really holds me together?

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Growth

It doesn't always have to happen to plants, small children and puppies. 

It can happen to any one of us, at any age, time or place. We just have

to be open for it to happen. It can present itself in the most unlikely of

times and when we need it the most.

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Isles of Possibility, Part-1

All things are possible there. They can count in the billions or only exist as a few.

Their numbers are entirely up to you. Their influence can be great or spare.

You can achieve great things with them. Whether you have a lot or a little.

I create more and more of them. Each and everyday as I play my positive fiddle.

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I Am Found

I am finding myself more and more everyday. The missing parts of me I once thought I had forgotten are now appearing as if they had never left.The happy, the strong and the sturdy parts are reappearing, better, stronger and faster then they once were. The confident me is resurfacing, like a drowning victim catching breath for the first time, after what was thought to be a last gulp of air. Happiness washes over me like a tidal wave washing over the sunbaked Hawaiian sand. 

The poetic me is reemerging like a rose after a long, bitter cold winter. The artist in me rejoices, for my palette is once again overflowing. The old me is becoming a part of the new me and I am becoming whole again. A new me is emerging, capable of far greater things then I once believed I could ever do. Doors I once thought were closed…open before my hand reaches them…Great things are coming…

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Be Greater

There is something bigger then all of us. There is something that unites all of us. We are all apart of something greater. We can all achieve greater things then we ever thought possible. We can and we will be great as long as well push ourselves to be so. I will be greater then I've possibly imagined I could be. Will you?

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