I Am So Much More

I am so much more then

The accumulation of my deeds

I am so much more then

Every waking second of my life

I am so much more then

The mistakes I have made

I am so much more then

The games I have played

I am so much more then

The ideas I have thought

I am so much more then

The battles I have fought

I am so much more then

My time spent with or without you

I am so much more then

You will ever really know

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Truly Living

Is knowing the clean, clear refreshing taste

That happiness in ones life and deeds brings

Is knowing the sour, twisted bitter sweet taste

That failure and hardship bring to surface

Is knowing the utter, fulfilling happiness that

Lasting Love and true friendship bring

Is knowing the sad, twisted and tainted feel

Of enemies, phony friends and love lost

Is knowing the happy, encouraging and long awaited

Good job followed by a hug, handshake or diploma

Is knowing the dirty, mirky and smelly fell

That doing the wrong thing or making a bad decision brings

Is knowing that life is full of the good and the bad

That life will not always be roses and happy times

Truly do happen for reasons known only to God

The key to unlock every door is to believe in the power of tomorrow

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6 Basement Doors, Part-3

In bewilderment I looked around the room, fearing I would find a tall person or  large man in hiding or maybe even something else… While I was looking away from the door around the room, it happened. It hit the ground as if a Buddhist munk had just hit a large brass gong. The noise came directly from the front of the basement door. I looked around the door and the large ring that had been in the knocker of the door had fallen. This was small in comparison to what I saw as I looked up from where the ring had fell. The knocker holder, in the shape of a lion had come alive and I stared for a while. In an irritated tone, like the one I had heard earlier the knocker said, “Do you not know it's rude to stare lad?’ ‘Have you never seen a talking door knocker before?” “Well no I said in an unsure and sheepish tone,” slowly backing away from this fantastic site.

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Riddle#26, Personal Windows

As babies we all use them the same

How we use them is very tame

Over time our perceptions change

They'll vary greatly in scope and range

They come in many shapes, sizes and colors

From blue, green, yellow, hazel, brown or tan

They could be the same or different for every women or man

There's more variety in the them then all of the flowers

They're covered in plastic, glass or naked

They're windows into the world around us

The way they view things is constantly shaped

By the who, what, why, how and where near us

However we use them, they give us the best view

They who choose to use them best are the chosen few

This is the way painters, photographers and explorers do

They will always bridge the gap from me to you

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The 6 Basement Doors, Part-2

In a little bit of amazement and curiosity I inspected the door a little further. On the perimeter of the door could be found a type of script in a language I could not make out. At each of the corners there were gold protectors with more leaf patterns engraved in them. At the bottom of the door I could see that all of the fog was coming from the basement.

At this point, my curiosity mounted and I thought this must be a dream and that meant the possibilities were endless as far as what could be behind that door. I slowly began to knock at the door and a loud deep voice from out of no where began reverberating deeply as if like a very old bell, “Does it know what lies beyond this door?“ Followed by this I said, “Who's there?” Again the deep voice bellowed, “Does it know what lies beyond this door?” even louder then it had the first time. Starting to get frustrated I yelled no, “No I don't, who are you and why is this door different?”

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The Basement Doors, Part-1

As if in a fog I walked down the stairs into the foyer to the right of the oddly filled coat hanger. Through the living room, followed by the dinning room and then into the unusually immaculate kitchen. Looking at the basement door, it looked vastly different then it had before. It was a rose stained color versus being painted white. It had a gold door handle, with a carved leaf pattern and symbols on it I had never seen before, instead of the black handle with screws missing. Adding to all of this it had a door knocker in the middle in the shape of lion in the center of the door. Confused at how different this door was then the one that was normally here I couldn't help but want to knock and find out what may be different behind it.

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If You Look Hard Enough, You'll Find What You're Looking For

It seems that what you're looking for

May not even be what you need

They may not be ready mentally or physically

Or you many not be ready for them

Often times what you really need is

Staring you in the face and you fail to see it

In light of the foggy way in which you view

The world as a whole

Clarity can be found upon further inspection

Of how things really are and how they could be

Life has opportunities abound

If you look hard enough, they're all around

Life has different ways of presenting them

You have to keep your eyes open and

Ears to the ground at all times

For many answers can be found in my rhymes

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