Hack attack & Weirdness;

You know, for me, being single, seeking connection, I am always surprised by the viciousness of the people whose actions, force me to leave them behind. Not that I'm shocked, but stunned would be more like it!

Over the past few days(allegedly), a friend of mine has been harassed to no end by what I'm sure is her present want to be lover,  but alas, because I'm the object of this persons concern, my yahoo and msn(hotmail) accounts have been violated. Now why is that? And better still, what is the point of scaring someone into loving you?

Sure, when I was in HS, I would take my date to the Freddy Movies, so that she would get all worked up and need to be hugged and cuddle, which now that I've written that, really only caused more harm than it was worth, but still, @ this age, in the global environment in which we have access to, why do people still feel the need to fixate?

Anyhoo, off to the studio for me.

But I just wanted to say, being vindictive, never improved anyone well being. Unless that's the point....

Peace

Peace comes we understand that the desired outcome is Love.

Impatience then(in or out of Love), often leads to frustration.

For in truth, it is whatever it is, and trying to make it be something that it isn't presently, is only going to make it worse!

And yes, you knew that already, so this week, go slowly, think as clearly as your individual circumstances allow, and in that, you'll not only find rest, but the energy to push through the fog of right now.

Which honestly, is temporary.

Me, I'm hoping to get back to the road in the fall, and if I'm in a city near you, I'll get the times and location up as soon as I know for sure, what the engagement is.

In the between, believe in your own heart.
It got you this far, and it'll be with you til the end..

This is a real Holiday after all

Labor Day is a United States federal holiday observed on the first Monday in September (September 6 in 2010). The first Labor Day in the United States was celebrated on September 5, 1882 in New York City. It became a federal holiday in 1894, when, following the deaths of a number of workers at the hands of the U.S. military and U.S. Marshals during the Pullman Strike, President Grover Cleveland put reconciliation with the labor movement as a top political priority. Fearing further conflict, legislation making Labor Day a national holiday was rushed through Congress unanimously and signed into law a mere six days after the end of the strike.

Or, if you prefer: The first Labor Day was held in 1882. Its origins stem from the desire of the Central Labor Union to create a holiday for workers. It became a federal holiday in 1894. It was originally intended that the day would be filled with a street parade to allow the public to appreciate the work of the trade and labor organizations. After the parade, a festival was to be held to amuse local workers and their families. In later years, prominent men and women held speeches. This is less common now, but is sometimes seen in election years. One of the reasons for choosing to celebrate this on the first Monday in September was to add a holiday in the long gap between Independence Day and Thanksgiving.

Either way, enjoy the time safely with your friends and family!Just remember that the facts should never obscure the pleasure, for often, they enhance the sacrifice that was made on our behalf, which is what an actual Holiday should be about...

Here's this then;

Loving yourself, w/out the mirror others try to hold against you is the 1st sign that you're an individual, an not just another one of the sheep. Yes, I can and will test your limits, and outside of them, create opportunities for you to to surrender deeper than you've more than likely anticipated. But in all honesty, what else could you possibly want from me?

I like the song line that goes: "I do not feel that two have to have exact likes/dislikes to be compatable as friends or lovers." for in that, I can see the possibilities between people, and that's good, for in being a woman, as a Man, I see you as well.

Anyhoo, off to the final accomplishment of the day. You, wherever this may find you, breath deep, for air sometimes is more precious than self, but in releasing it, sometimes, you're more free than you had previously thought possible...

Thursday finds me reflective

In life, as in love, there are believers, and those that can not, for their own ignorance, anger, and fears. For you then, the key is to be the best You can be, as for those who don't understand, allow that to be the reflection and/or prism you view them through!

For life is about love, pain, and the occasional slaughter. 


We, those who love, seek love, and embrace all that love is about; our job isn't to accept the burdens placed upon by those that seek the darkness. Our job is to step into, and under the light, whenever we're able. He forgives, we never forget, and in all honesty, that's enough.

The eX sent a fb request, that included;

"Your children are not your children, for they are the sons and the daughters of life's longing for itself. They come through you, but yet, are not from you. And though they are with you for a season, they belong not to you only.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts,
for they have their own thoughts to discover.
You may house their bodies but not their souls.
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your diminishing dreams!

Your children are not your children,
for though you may strive to be like them,
but please, never seek to make them like you!

You though, you are the bows from which your children,
as living arrows are sent forth!

Let your bending then, in the archer's bow, be for their gladness alone."


And yes, I put an edit upon it, for some of it was true enough...

On this (Tues)day;

Another in which, as I awoke, and thought of all that was on my personal horizon(s), I still found time to think of you! 

To think about how you're such a blessing to so many of course, but more, about how you're such a blessing to me.

And so, on this day when you and all your strength(s) will be yet again tested, I just wanted to remind you that you're more than just someones wife, or, someones mother, daughter or friend, you, you're incredibly special as an individual, and in this world, at this time, that's something amazing, indeed! 

Liberty Thoughts(reprinted)

"Yesterday we celebrated an event that took place in the 18th century. It is an unusual event to commemorate with a holiday — not the first shot in a battle or the toppling of a government but the broadcasting, as it was in those days, of a proposition about the nature and the rights of human beings. How fruitful, how reasonable, how correct that proposition was, we have seen again and again throughout our history. 

That proposition was the Declaration of Independence.We know the words well, but they bear repeating: “That all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.”The men responsible for the ideas in that document could, of course, know nothing of our world, and even with all the aids of history, we can hardly imagine what it was like to be alive in theirs, in 1776.

How capacious an idea the Declaration contains becomes clear when you realize that it still contains us all, however we vote, however we choose to celebrate this day.We live in our historical moment. And yet we are the product of a very different moment, a time when a group of men, driven onward by the pen of Thomas Jefferson, felt certain they could enunciate truths that were universal, good for all time.
Their claims were stunningly bold, both politically and philosophically. There are intellectual precedents to the Declaration. But there is only one Declaration. We are still enacting its thesis, still, after all these years, learning how to embody its aspirations. It is not just a matter of trying to remain true to Jefferson’s words. The strength and the wonder of this country is that the words remain true to us."

It's that time again

Though true enough, many have cause to celebrate this day, the alleged birth of a nation, but what of the sacrifice, what of those sacrificed? Do you think they're celebrating? 

Me, I wonder about much, like why kids spend summers away from a parent they want to be with, or worse, by themselves(?)! Joy though, joy is not a wonder for me, and I thank Him for that...

Jesus, Declare His Name(lyrics for PMNW

You can hear it playing @ www.prayermountainnw.com

Verse 1 

Nations gather, hearts are yearning to be free

Come together, sing His song of liberty

Verse 2

Nations gather, eyes are lifted to His face

Lord forever, captivating all with grace

Chorus:

Jesus- Declare His nameOver the earth, sing of His fame

Jesus- Heaven come downLift your voices hear the sound, declare His name

Verse 3

Tribe and nation, raise the banner of our King

Sovereign Savior, Only God, our praise we bring

Tribe and nation, rising up to speak His name

True Salvation, comes from He alone who reigns

Bridge:

In heaven and earth be magnified
In heaven and earth be lifted highIn heaven and earth be magnifiedIn heaven and earth be lifted high

©2009 Melissa Saulnier & Michael Bahn / Northern Gate Publishing & Found in You Music

(Admin. By Oikeo Music) CCLI# 5548356

Some days, most days actually

When I'm past the counting, or just standing beside the aftermath, my mind always drifts back to the reality of why we do, those things, that we do, more often than not.

And sure, it's just part two, of what will be an overstimulating weekend, and yet, standing there, watching the parade go by, smelling humanity, the fears, the pleasures, the thoughts that people think I can't hear, and I was overwhelmed with how shallow it all was. And no, I'm not a cynic. I rejoice @ market swings, am uplifted by tornadoes, gain great strength from the smiles of two year olds.

It's just that, sometimes, underneath last nights make up, who are really?
No, not that answer again.

I mean, if I saw you, the naked you, the undistorted you, the you that you sometimes hide from yourself, would I be uplifted? Would the you that You "really" are, would that you bring out the love in me, or, would it cause me to run?

For some days, most days honestly, I just wonder why people have to bring their game face(s) to the after party. Why not just own you? Own who you're becoming, embrace whom you've been. Me, I'd love you anyway, but, in all honesty, I'd love you more! Just ask anyone who's withstood and endured, they'll tell you, long after last nights mysteries are revealed, a man who chooses to love the real you, never leaves.

It's those people who you've deceived, they leave every time.
Some days, long after I've been w/out my awakened self, I sleep...

Though yes Wednesday

I am always seeking to enhance Life's Beauty, and the constant growth of our friendship(s),

I've discovered early on,
that it's okay to love a one that struggles with the idea of Love,
for it's those in our lives, that hunger for love the most.

Me, going back down to the hospital this morning,
I recognize that I'll need to have another help around the house now,
& that my patience isn't really..

I was thinking about you today;

And this song, reminded me why you need to relax more!
"I'm the man with all I've wanted
All the toys and playing games
I am the one who pours your coffee
Corner booth each Saturday

I am your daughter's favorite teacher
I'm the leader of the band
I sit behind you in the bleachers
I am Every Man

I'm the coach of every winning team
And still a loser in my mind
I am the soldier in the airport
Facing giants one more time

I am the woman shamed and haunted
By the cry of unborn life
I am every broken man
Nervous child, lonely wife

Is there hope for every man'
A solid place where we can stand
In this dry and weary land
Is there hope for every man?

Is there love that never dies?
Is there peace in troubled times
Someone help me understand
Is there hope for every man

It seems there are just so many roads to travel
It's hard to tell where they will lead
My life is scarred, my dreams unraveled
Now I am scared to take the lead
If I could find someone to follow
Who knows my pain and feels the way
The uncertainty of my tomorrow
The guilt and pain of yesterday
Is there hope for every man?

A solid place where we can stand
In this dry and weary land
Is there hope for every man
Is there love that never dies?

Is there peace in troubled times
Someone help me understand
Is there hope for every man?
There is hope for every man!
A solid place where we can stand
In this dry and weary land
There is hope for every man

There is love that never dies
There is peace in troubled times
Will we help them understand?

Jesus is hope for every man!

There is hope for every man
A solid place where we can stand
In this dry and weary land
There is hope for every man
There is love that never dies
There is peace in troubled times
Will we help them understand?

Jesus is hope for every man!"

Me, I just wanted to share....

Edited for deeper consumption

You know;

The world always seems so huge during those moments of indecision, until that is, you take a moment to reflect upon your part in it, and then, the memories of things to come, seem less challenging, than those moments that, have long passed behind us.

Which is why me, on a that particular Monday filled with so much promise, I just wanted to state what might not be obvious to you just then. Life, even a one as confusing and challenging as your own, is often, so much more rewarding, when you allow yourself to compare and contrast it, to the life you would have had, without it.

Yes, I know, we're no longer in Montreal, or for that matter, Monrovia, but, the alternative to trying hard, and crying every once in a while is nothing worth breathing around, and from that kind of darkness, not even I could see a better future!

So, breath deep, pour out a little, and thank your toes.
For with feet, there's motion. And in motion, change, and the winds thereof, happen...

So much is being said about miscommunication;

And yet, so little is being said about omission and concealment.

Yes. truly listening to another requires a voice, from which to hear from, and yes, though most people fail to ask the question(s), that's no excuse for leaving out the details.

Me, I'm not incredibly fond of breast enhancements. And yet, how many times have I been mislead into believing that it wouldn't matter? To whom, I always say, did it not matter too? If, a person says they dislike fish, but then order a Tekkamaki(Tuna Sushi), me, I get a little confused.

Which brings me back to this moment, when words aren't always shared explicitly. At some stage in our lives, we have to say what is true, no matter the consequences, for, at some point in our lives, we have to choose reality, over frivolity. Sanity, over consumption. Passion, over some empty humping on the couch!

Miscommunication, starts with the individual. You, your job is to speak clearly your thoughts, wants and ambitions, in the context of the encounter. For not speaking reality as the way forward; as you back out, you're only going to be leaving another peice of your heart behind. And how many of those, do you have left?

Just asking....

Feeling, is a higher sense

Not like rain so much, but similar to snow.
A sensation that you can smell, even before you feel it!

Anyhoo, I was blessed to get out and about yesterday, and though the day was more than pleasant, still, driving back again through the hills, I caught just a glimpse of you thinking about me, and I smiled. Distracting enough to give me pause, and yet, refreshing enough to remind me still.

Now though, it's Monday, and I'm leaving the comfort of my office for some mundane task, but like the coming of snow, I can sense you thinking, and I like that too....

Questioned, & Answered(I hope!);

"When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow, that is giving you joy now." (“I read this passage this morning, and am trying to wrap my head around how it applies to ALL joyous situations”).

If I can(?), when you could not walk, longing to learn how at first, and then later, after you got the habit of it, wanting to walk often, but, not being strong enough, your steps were limited. Now, years later, and free to move about as you're able, Joy is found in the freedom of movement. Not just something many others do not en(joy), but, in your sorrow and tears, all those years ago, you, you are presently free to find Joy in everything.

And in that, we should take heed, as we go about the new week:
Life, requires steps, in order for all things to become Joy!

But w/out perspective, nothing but sorrow impacts us enough.
And that, is the wrong way to acknowledge all that we're blessed with and by.

Fire & Ice

A love-hate relationship is a personal relationship involving simultaneous or alternating emotions of love and enmity. This relationship does not have to be of a failed romantic nature(but most are), and may be instead of a familial one. It more often happens when people have completely lost the intimacy within a loving relationship, yet still retain some passion for, or perhaps some commitment towards, each other. Thus, there is a thin line that divides love and hate.

The love you feel may never be seen;
all because the one you used to love, has become so mean.
Is love therefore hate? This is often questioned, but usually only mentioned in the end.
For me, my children love me,
but, sometimes that love has torn me apart
because of the choices they’re forced to make,
so she won’t break(repeatedly) in the dark!

People, the hate they’ve exhibited towards me, can’t be mistaken, but it alone, is more something that they have yet to accept or reckon. It’s true; people often hate you, because they’re not You.
So yes, there’s a thin line, I know it’s true, but in asking me, let me say that, most people, just like you, don’t know what to do. Seems we often care so much that it makes you shake, then, you start to wonder, and/or believe that you’ve made a mistake, for love should never turn to hate, because in all honesty,
hatred is one of life’s biggest mistakes!

And yes, poems never solve many things.
But when you move pass the past, things like why does he hate me, matter less, than the Joy of why does He love me(you)?

Or me, for that matter...

On Easter, and always;

In the distance,
things often look more complicated than they really are.

As for me,
I'll always keep my options open,
but then again,
that only distracts from all the Joy
I could be experiencing with You!

Alas though,
wanting is never quite like receiving,
but, my patience,
like my love,
is strengthened by the fact
that you're paying
attention nonetheless....

In the new week;

In the new week;

Why not try a new approach?
If you know me, you'd know, that fear isn't my constant companion. Sure, I'm not invincible, but that's not a reason to do things out of fear!

In the new week, try being beautiful, while not thinking about sexy. Eat, w/out thinking past meeting the need to exist.

Rationally, we know when we're not being ourselves, or, being true to our own objectives,
and/or standards, and yet, we compromise.

In the new week, think this thought:
What if, all that I wanted, was actually mine?
Would you be in place, where you could experience it in the full?

Lottery winning$ won't emotionally change your life.
Just as torrid sex with another, who you knew didn't really want you, wasn't ultimately all that satisfying, or edifying for you either!

In the new week, remember that we're not children anymore.
Except for you, but you're woman enough to grasp this;

This, is actually it!

Never land, didn't work out for Micheal Jackson, and you're not going to get that close to the sun anyway. Make the best out of what you know to be real, and in the new week, you'll see a different horizon, experience a real rainbow, grow flush, and still be dressed.

And in the new week, love yourself.
That'll play itself forward....

Yesterdays past;

Was it really all those years ago
when we were, what we're not today?

It feels just like yesterday
that I was remembering your laugh
and how I loved to feel it within me.

In remembering your smile now
and how it glowed against the night sky
I recall a perfection in all that
my mind had made of you.

I even remember your perfect little lips
and how you were always trying to kiss me with them.

But then that was the problem, wasn't it?
That's why we stopped being friends.

Somewhere amidst all the fun we were having,
love for your potential grew within my heart,
but I always was bumping up against the You,
that you, were never going to blossom into.

I didn't tell you, but you knew anyway,
and in that, you learned to withdraw from the power
of my presence upon your present,
and yet, still
each time you fell,
my phone still rings,
the inbox(s) explodes.

Roses,
get needlessly trampled under the Farenhieght.

Yet, Ms. yesterday;

Though I wish things could have been different for you,
Just as we've both wished you wouldn't run away, again.
Life isn't a series of yesterdays to live today within...

I've often wondered(​edited)

I've often wondered about the spell that you're under
And how the magic of your soul, can't see itself anymore

For to me, how can you love so deeply
without accepting that the pain, is all it'll produce

And yes, I've often wondered
How when the thorns only dig deeper still
Your only discomfort is the bitter weeping still to come

Me, I often wonder.....

Valentines day card, you may not have received;

Everyday is the same for me, in that I love as much as I can, as often as I'm able, for to me, without love, what's the value of the day anyway? Nonetheless, on this day, wishing that the distance(s) wasn't so dividing, I offer you peace, and a warmth that will last longer than we've known each other, so far...

Not that this is what'll happen to You;

But me, I choose to believe in Love.

The kind that is real now, and the kind that becomes so, after time...
...you though, as the night comes back around, and the candles flicker as the chocolate disappears, please, consider this one aspect of the holiday to come; will you, and how much should you, feel regret for what you'll accept, just to have something to talk about on Monday?

Not that I'm being pessimistic, for I Love Valentines day, the flowers and the poems, seem sweeter when so many get to share. But for me professionally, the weeks thereafter are my 2nd. busiest time of the year, do to all the wholes found in hearts that knew better, but wanted to live in the moment, and not themselves!

Anyhoo, be blessed as you go tonight and tomorrow, and remember, not unlike the Easter Bunny, Cupid is just another way to justify an up-tick in consumer activity, not some celestial happening that flows abundantly.

You, you need to be the same woman on Tuesday, as you are today. Otherwise, you'll be on my couch in that position that costs the most, and not that one, that pays the greatest dividends....

Reality is ugly, but that, I think is the point!

Giving, and seeking, and striving, and measuring, are all conceits that lead to nothing. Just as love isn't something to be meted out, or placed upon a scale, we, in our worldly view(s), we lose sight of the essential beauties around us, because of all the comparatives.

Plus, I like the Harlequin Romance fantasies!

Life is as simple as breathing, and when we treat it that way, we have less waste, less fraud, less abusive experiences. Which is why accepting what it is, is so much easier, than making it, what it's not. Love, and get it over with! Start with the kid who bags your groceries. Allow yourself the freedom to accept, and endure, without perfection, and your heart, as well as your spirit, will breath easier...

I'm glad you asked it that way;

Me, I’ve been living as usual. Working @ the church, we’re I’m(in no real order) IT support, developer of the Singles Ministry, 1st. Friday events coordinator, and head up the Broadcast ministry(not that you’ve listened online), and a few times a month, I’m singing with one of the worship teams.

Of course, I have my (ir)regular jobs coaching, which as I cut back, frees up for more service @ the church, but, it does keep me grounded to a more global reality, which being a bon vivant @ heart, you need around here. Plus, my family owns a property management company that serves Jackson & Josephine counties, and as my mum ages, I’ve been doing more of the project managing, but, I do find to write, cook, entertain, walk the river ways, and think of you, so I think, all & all, I have no legitimate complaints!

So, in order to answer, what I believe is the root question(s), yes, I do see people in the real, as it were, and yes, the guest house is open to most travelers, but, I am not interested in what I can readily find, for in that, what would be the joy?

Life is about living in the now(cave men had no time for planning), exploring the vistas that surround us all, and of course, breathing deep enough, to expel all the dead air within us, and breath afresh!

You, you need not live that way, but as for me and my house, life is a precious gift, that when its gone, regrets are not what worries us….

Obsequious

Origin: 1375–1425; late ME < L obsequiōsus, equiv. to obsequi(um) compliance (obsequ(ī) to comply with (ob- ob- + sequī to follow) + -ium -ium ) + -ōsus -ous

Obsequious has the root sequus meaning "to follow", and so an obsequy is the last duty performed for a person after their death, while an obsequious person is someone who "follows after" or is eager to be a follower;

Me, oddly enough, I meet people who are emotionally dying all the time, and it seems to me, that lately(the after Bush Year), I've walked far more back from the brink than usual, and no, I don't usually count, but my accountant reminds.

Anyhoo, me, how is it that I have no one to follow, or for that matter, the desire to follow another? Seems weird in that, why me Lord, kind of a way, but reversed!

The only way I can describe is to admit, that I now understand why some very powerful men have a strong desire for demanding wives, they crave someone else making the decision other than themselves!

Like cheap Spanish Champagne, I know this craving will displease me soon, but for the recurring moments that it's with me, I'm reminded that the reason why I put so much time into the radio station(www.kcgp.org) is that out there somewhere, is someone who needs to hear what's being broadcast, and if I'm called to serve in that way, I need to be about it!

Obsequious;
It means that I don't always have to lead, and that I surrender to the reality, that in order to do so affectively, I have to submit myself, to Him, who does...

Just to clear it up(for myself) then;

Honestly, I'm never mad when I should be, just as I am never sad, just because it looks like I might want to be. For myself, I choose life, and in that, I choose to live my life more abundantly! You, you may be mad, or glad, happy or sad, about the decisions you've made, and in that, I may have some part to play.

But in this, I am just responsible for me.

I live, I love, I invite, reject, console, offer condolences, and stay connected to those who respect the limits of our engagement, anything less than that dignifies disrespect, and why would I want to do that, when I'm the one that made the choice to allow you so close?

Friendship, like love requires an understanding.

Circumstances change, and relationships do too, but the disconnect that starts from not revealing the truth until after the choice has been made is not my fault, even when another states that they kept it to themselves, because they knew I wouldn't approve. Funny, if I know going in, what the consequence is, that usually keeps the mistakes to a minimum.

Anyhoo, I'm never turning away, as much as I get turned that way.

In that, I guess the lesson is be honest with me(and yourself), and that way, when you're in over your head, I'm not the one who misses your cry for help.

Calm
Patience
Clarity

All these are the best answer to any question.
But you knew that...

For all the men I knew in this year passing(3);

Anyone ever tell you why women are so complicated?

In the New Year, let this guide how you interact with your own woman, and any we may share as friends. Women, woman are generally credited with a much higher E.Q. (emotional intelligence) than us. And they also tend to have a greater awareness of other people, and emotions. In this way, women also tend to have greater access to their own wider range of emotions.

Whereas we will often complain about women thinking illogically (because 'logically' and 'rationally' is the only valid way to think- or so we often assume!) and going through mood swings, what we need to recognize is that we'd never want to be in a world populated only by men, because (oddly enough) we have emotions as well, and we usually only express them completely, in the company of Woman!

Women also give us greater access to this wider range of our own feeling, and it's through their expressed joy(s) and exultations, that we're pulled to even greater heights as human beings, just as it's through their sorrow and tears, that we explore our saddest depths.

This, if we're really honest about it, is what we like about them.

Anyhoo, this is why, in the New Year, I'm asking you(men) to put more attention and effort on what your lover wants; more attention on making her happy, as well as deeply contented with your presence in her life.

A Woman's life is enhanced and magnified through the experience of their partner, and though we rarely talk about this, when your relationship with this woman is over, the lack of an enhanced and magnified experience, is what makes it so hard for you, to replace her with a better woman.

For the last Jack(!), just like your self, has left his ex empty as well!

See how this can snowball? It's been said:
"The life of a man on his own, is predictable and black and white.
The life of a man with a woman is Technicolor and covered in glory."

But this is what I say:
In the New Year, be a man worthy of being connected to.
For the next woman you choose to try this with, may have had experienced less,
than she deserved before you!

And me, I'm still getting tired of righting all these wrongs…..

You deserve to live your dream(w/out me);

When it all boils down; You deserve to live your dream.

The dream that you have held onto, for what seems like forever. You deserve a person who looks at you with adoring eyes, some one who understands when your mood changes, and then, changes again.

You deserve the one who Listens, & hears, Not only your words, but your heart!
Remember, you deserve to live your dream;

Wait patiently for the one who will dance with you, even when there is no music, that one who will read to you, even when there's no book. Singing your favorite song to you, although off key, in time, to your own special rhythm(s).
You deserve to live your dream;

Evenly yoked, unafraid not to pray, with you, and for you.
A one that has planned past all your schemes.
The one that will catch you, if you decide to lean back,
The one whose words are, transformed into your actions...

You, you deserve to live your dream(s), w/out me;

So, go into the New Year, and do not allow yesterday, nor yesteryear,
to cloud your judgment, dreams, and visions about tomorrow!

Just take care and make sure that you are prepared to receive that dream, you keep dreaming though. For it just might turn out to become your own self inflicted, nightmare!

Happy New Year nonetheless...