Monday, June 8, 2009
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Awoken
the fresh smell of rain and earth awaken the spirit.
Speaking softly yet with a rough touch.
Can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
If I could explain the smells, the sounds, the sight
it would be through song.
What better way to express the heart
and honor life’s relations.
What better way to allow yourself to become
aware, acknowledging the beauty of
Achai’s creation
Upon the desert winds
the fresh smell of rain and earth awaken my spirit.
Can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
J.T. Romo 2003
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Quote Me
2003-
At one time or another everyone within their life time experiences the desire or urge to escape from their present moment, especially when the unpredictable thing in life deals out a bad hand, but it's always good to just play it out then to just throw it in and give up.
2003-
Only with a heavy heart do we feel weighed down but at anytime could we discard the burdens and make room for the purer and lighter feeling in life.
At one time or another everyone within their life time experiences the desire or urge to escape from their present moment, especially when the unpredictable thing in life deals out a bad hand, but it's always good to just play it out then to just throw it in and give up.
2003-
Only with a heavy heart do we feel weighed down but at anytime could we discard the burdens and make room for the purer and lighter feeling in life.
Poem
Bound By Grains Of Sand
Enclosed by hatred, anger, and sorrow.
Try to run while buried in sand
You can't
Try to gasp for air
Pure fresh air
The type of air that the rains bring to a thirsty desert
It's hard
Try to dig yourself out
Strive to reach the surface
Can't let the sands of negative being keep you immobile
It is possible to be released from the shackles that bound you from the
outside and within.
It is possible to let it all
GOOoooooooooo!!
Enclosed by hatred, anger, and sorrow.
Try to run while buried in sand
You can't
Try to gasp for air
Pure fresh air
The type of air that the rains bring to a thirsty desert
It's hard
Try to dig yourself out
Strive to reach the surface
Can't let the sands of negative being keep you immobile
It is possible to be released from the shackles that bound you from the
outside and within.
It is possible to let it all
GOOoooooooooo!!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Thoughts on Paper
July 2003
Friendship is like seeds planted within fertile soil. The Chances of them growing and producing beautiful flowers depends on the nurturing and time one puts into them.
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The sun rise is like the brightness of a smile and laugh, especially the laughs that touch the eyes, is to reveal the depth of the spirit as the sun dose with the warmth of it's care.
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Some days our hearts feel clouded like a winter overcast blocking the sun. These are days that we seek the comfort of warm shelter. If I could push away the clouds and bring out the brightness of your beautiful smile, then too will I e able to bask in it's warmth.
Friendship is like seeds planted within fertile soil. The Chances of them growing and producing beautiful flowers depends on the nurturing and time one puts into them.
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The sun rise is like the brightness of a smile and laugh, especially the laughs that touch the eyes, is to reveal the depth of the spirit as the sun dose with the warmth of it's care.
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Some days our hearts feel clouded like a winter overcast blocking the sun. These are days that we seek the comfort of warm shelter. If I could push away the clouds and bring out the brightness of your beautiful smile, then too will I e able to bask in it's warmth.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Song Lyrics
Cactus Flower how beautiful you are. Why do you only come out at night
At day I look to the top of the cactus
only to see your petals closed.
How are the birds to sing about your beauty
Later I come to see you under the moonlit sky only to glimpse your silloheete.
Is it the rugged dessert surroundings that keep you afraid of teh day.
Finally Early one morning breathing in the
fresh cool air before the heart. I take a look
and to my surprise a lone bird was among you
and the little brother began to sing.
At day I look to the top of the cactus
only to see your petals closed.
How are the birds to sing about your beauty
Later I come to see you under the moonlit sky only to glimpse your silloheete.
Is it the rugged dessert surroundings that keep you afraid of teh day.
Finally Early one morning breathing in the
fresh cool air before the heart. I take a look
and to my surprise a lone bird was among you
and the little brother began to sing.
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