I Look, for I Know You Are There

I look, for I know you are a part of my journey

You are the pot at the end of the rainbow

You are the reason I wake up every morning

You are why I write and write and write

I look, for I know you are important

You are the catalyst to even greater things

You are the reason for every one of my seasons

You are why I wake up in the morning for work

I look, for I know we will make beautiful music together

You will arrive in the middle of my song and

You will be the most important influence in how it plays out

You will be known with me for doing great things

I look and look and look and look some more

I look for I know deep within my soul you are there

When I find you and I know I will, we will know it is right

We will know it was meant to be, since the day we were born

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Beauty in the Darkness Grew

And so there was darkness as far as the eye could see

Everywhere I looked up, down, right, left darkness was all around me

Hope burned inside me like an eternal flame that could never be extinguished

This hope was untouchable, pure, incapable of desecration

Day by day I walked through this darkness with a smile on my face

Past the Debby Downers and the Doubtful Dans

Past the Negative Nellies and the Sorrowful Susans

As the time passed their eyes would look at me with all hope gone

Day by day I walked throughout this darkness with a smile on my face

Past the Nagging Nancies and the Narcissistic Nelsons

Past the Deranged Derricks and the Distraught Danas

As the time passed their eyes would look at me with all hope gone

And so one fateful day hope, fate, originality and reality all met

A light erupted in the darkness brighter then the Sun

It was one beautiful flower, untainted and unmarred by the blackness

It's very existence mocked the darkness and I knew I had made it

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I Will Not Surrender

My goals are too great to simply go away

They will effect a great many for years to come

Their effect will be legendary in scope and possibility

Many will wonder how one dreamed so big

The seed will start small, but will grow greater by the day

Effecting the many worldwide in positive ways yet unimagined

I belief in a world made better by handwork and determination

I belief in a world where all can achieve for the greater good of all

I believe a free university is a possibility

For Pennsylvanians, the United States

For North America and the world as a whole

And by my hand this will be a reality

I believe in a world free of poverty 

Where all men, women and children

Can and will succeed individually and collectively

And by our hands this will be a reality

I believe in a world where war is an antique

Stored on a shelf in a museum to remind children

The consequences of a lack of inequality and morality

And by our hands this will be a reality

I believe in a world where money doesn't rule

Our world will be ruled by ideals, intellectuals and natural law

Our world will have food, shelter and fear nothing

And by our hands this will be a reality

These are just a few goals I set forth for myself

As well as our society as a whole

We haven't truly moved beyond what has once

Been done in ancient times until these things

Start to become a reality of our everyday lives

We are simply reliving the past with newer toys

Newer names, clothes and jobs with fancy titles

We can change and make this all reality

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Riddle Number#19-Sound of A Society

From the earliest ocarina to the electronic mixing board

I've danced on a string or happily hopped on a piano keyboard

I am the drum and the bass of the electronic DJ or band

Or the native rhythms on a tropical Caribbean island

Once you could only be hear me live

Until Edison gave me a new life of vinyl to live

Which is still the best, purest way to hear me today

And the purest reproduction in every way

Now your ability to hear me has grown more from then

First I could be heard over the AM, then FM Radio 

Then I became personalized and portable in the Walk-Men

Then there was the Compact Disc Player and

Now there's the MP3 Player and Satellite Radio

As well as internet radio and streaming a YouTube Music Video

My future from now has yet to unfold

This will be left to the young and the bold

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Fall

It comes in softly like a gentle whisper

The temperature gradually changes

The blanket of light's time over us

Dwindles like the sands of an hour glass

The colors of the leaves change and change some more

From the greenest of green on the eve of the season

To the most brilliant reds, pinks, oranges and yellows

Until they fall and clutter every yard, lawn and front door

While the day grows shorter and the night longer

New and different holidays grow from the darkness

Ghouls, ghosts and goblins crowd the streets of every city

Yelling Trick or Treat in every state in our land of fifty

The official color of the season grew to be orange

Brought about by the Jack O' Lantern who's legend

From our past grew from a gourd to a glowing pumpkin at long last

Helping poor old Jack's soul on it's unfortunate long way past

More grains from the our glass fall and each day

Gets a little shorter still and the nights a little bit longer 

The leaves get raked, piled up, jumped in, cluttered

Raked again, piled up again and bagged up finally

New holidays sail in from across the ocean

Bringing new settlers from our past who met with

The local Indians and for a time worked hand in hand

In their day to day survival in our then young, wild land

This became a celebration of heart warming and homecoming

In this holiday we get to see long lost family and friends

With tables full of turkey, stuffing, corn, cranberry saue, ham

Home made bread, Salad, sweet potatoes and delicious desserts

This is a season of change, challenge and costumed kids

A season of constant color change and revitalizing reflection 

A season for the takeoff of teaching, tenacious studying and being thankful

This is the Fall going out like a cold lion, the season when I was born

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Riddle Number#18-A Voice for All Occasions

I am older then the oldest of cave paintings

I am the first way information was passed

I am still the most personal way to communicate

Technology will never fully rival my abilities

I am the vessel in which stories and news of old

Traveled from village to village, town to town

Country to country and century to century

Down throughout the ages to the present day

I am louder then the loudest drum or 

Softer then the wind through the leaves

I can bring you up in a matter of minutes

Or drag you down in a few seconds time

From the right person or people 

I can be the sweetest thing you will ever hear

I am there right as you were born and I am

Right there at your funeral on your way out

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September 2011-Reflections…

So many opportunities all wrapped into one month

The positives are beginning to role over the negatives

Like a tidal wave of potently positively potential 

Permeating through my multiple, multitudinous membranes

I would compare getting my positive attitude zeroed in to

Getting an M-16 zeroed in or a similar weapon or gun

By making adjustments to the weapon's site you get it adapted to you

By making adjustments to your life, you can adapt your environment to your needs

This can become achievable through multiple avenues, arenas and adaptations

LIfe itself is infinitely adaptable depending on your imagination, innovation and ingenuity

Success and the ability to drastically change the overall quality of life around you is

Weighed or measured on your ability to see and do things that others might not see or do

Seeing opportunities where others don't is achievable through positive sight

This can also be achieved by constantly adapting your routine to do things better

Starting with little changes each day that eventually graduate into big ones

This can and will make large impacts into the overall quality of life in and out of work

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