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November 3, 2009 - Tuesday
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Category: Religion and Philosophy
Grandmother
November 4, 2009 by Easy
Your pain is over, and me left here alone
But I’m just not ready, not to let you go I will be strong, don’t give up on me
And as you oh so often told me
We’ll meet again when my chores are done
I can’t tell you how long I’ll be
But I would not think to let you down
Just rest yourself and watch and see
And until that time we’re together again
I’ll be loving you, as I know you’re loving me
And until that time we’re together again
I’ll be loving you, as I know you’re loving me…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre November 3, 2009
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October 5, 2009 - Monday
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Category: Religion and Philosophy
The sounds of a newborn crying for its mother A sip of fresh water after early spring rains Smells of heavenly scented flowers wafting on the winds This is the blank slate waiting for you to fill it In gratitude and wonder, how could we ask for more? Life runs freely in our world
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre Oct. 5th, 2009
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August 11, 2009 - Tuesday
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Category: Romance and Relationships
Apologies
What would you have me be? I offer sincere apologies for all I lack This path I walk locked in through my life What would you have me say? I offer all apologies for my misunderstanding Unawareness caught up in ego and self What else would you have me write? Truths springing from thought and care I offer all apologies for I don't have the right What would you have me be? All I have are these apologies
Walking out into this sun lit day Would but to feed my soul on the wonders of the universe Warm of the light, inspiring, allowing me to create In this sun, this light, love and care filling this journey And with you, together, one, union Yet happiness eludes Why?
I would wish to be more like you So easily amused, dancing my way through each day Love filled moments leading to laughter and joy Within me I find my nest of blame, everything is my fault Choices I made causing pain to those I love Essence of who I am leaving no real choice at all I take on all the dark, all the pain, burning in shame Freezing in the sun, choking on the ashes of mistake Alone is all I am All I manage to be Why?
What would you have me be? All I have are these apologies…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre August 11, 2009
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August 9, 2009 - Sunday
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Category: Romance and Relationships
To Carry On
This new day I awoke and I knew You were really gone Drab new day, no new way, Eyes blinded to see the dawn. You gone your own way, I left to go mine How do I now carry on?
The clear sky above, stars filling the night Will I ever have cried enough? How will the sun ever shine again? This empty darkness hast come into my world I need rejoice, what other choice? I must carry on
Fables and visions of loves now long gone Memories of us together, singing our songs of love All bear witness to the quickness of the end These petty differences that drove us apart How did we allow so little to become so much I now sing not but the blues, dues we paid lost to the past Tell me how do I carry on
Where are you gone now my love? Where gone our happiness, our tomorrows? Do you too think of the bliss we could have had? Do you too live now with the sorrow of what we lost? Questions of a thousand dreams, plans of tomorrow What do you now see? Lover, can you not walk again with me?
Again on my own, empty heart yearning once more I would chase you down, yet what was it made you run? I try my best just to get around, move on with my life Still the questions of a thousand dreams What do you now see? Lover, can you not walk again with me?
Can you not walk again with me?...
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre August 9, 2009
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July 29, 2009 - Wednesday
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Category: Religion and Philosophy
Living
Live your life to the fullest, embracing each day Let not the fear of death enter your heart Trouble no one about their religion Respect others in their own views, But demand that they respect yours
Love your life, perfect your life, Make everything in your life a thing of beauty, Seek to make your life long and full, And devote its purpose to the service of your people
Prepare your music in your heart and perfect it each day Ever ready for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word and smile when passing a friend or stranger And show respect to all people but grovel to none
When you arise in the morning give thanks for your blessings, For the food, the air, and the sheer joy of living, And if you see no reason for giving thanks, The fault lies only in within yourself
Abuse and mistreat no one and no thing, never giving in to anger For abuse turns a wise man into a fool, and robs your spirit of all vision, And learn well the lesson of violence, For no matter what the cause, or how just, violence only brings the same
When it comes your time to die, accept it as a part of life Be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, Those that weep and pray for more time to live their lives in a different way, Instead sing loud your life music and rejoice in your return home…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre July 28, 2009
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July 29, 2009 - Wednesday
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Category: Religion and Philosophy
Yesterdays and Tomorrows
Would you have me live in yesterdays Holding to the what ifs, the might have beens, I’m repentant my love, but I must live for today, For I would have our tomorrow begin fresh and new.
All the yesterdays you hold are dead Long gone, they will see the suns light no more, Our tomorrow rests just ahead And with each step forward we write a brighter future
So we can dwell no more on what was, It can't be changed, so kick it loose and let it fall Come walk with me and open up our future We can make it so rich and true, If only you believe, in the strength of us...
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre July 28. 2009
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July 27, 2009 - Monday
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Category: Religion and Philosophy
Four Steps
I look into the pool and see my reflection. I become aware of my sense of self, the core of me. But the pool does not mirror back the whole of my being.
Thus begins my First Great Awakening. Lessons acquired by my quiet listening within Simply learning I am more than what I see.
I have learned that death is but a transitional phase of life. Dying may end my physical existence, but I continue Beyond my physical state is my true spirit, my part of the one Closing my eyes I hear someone call my name, I know the voice, recognize them from my past And I see them once again, come to walk by my side.
Thus begins my Second Great Awakening To know I exist beyond any physical limitation And time itself is no barrier to my soul.
Before me is a bridge of light, my connection here with the greater Spirit strong, wrapped in the love of my friends, I step forward And together we dance within all the colors of the universe As we cross, awareness comes, I learn more of my part of the one I step beyond my physical being, break free of time, Imagined boundaries and linear existence fading away.
Thus begins my Third Great Awakening Rejoining the all of what I am And remembering my true self once more.
I now well know the lessons of the wheel The Serpent in the south, the place of the beginning, Where I came to address the wounds of my life How I shed my past the way the serpent sheds its skin, And in so doing I no longer had to relive old pain and history.
Jaguar in the west, the place of the death, Where I came to address my fear of change and the dark shadow. My emotions showed me how death can become my ally Teaching me to be impeccable in all aspects of my life. Once I conquered my fears, I was able to act decisively Moving ever forward into a brighter future.
Hummingbird in the north, where I learned to drink from the well of knowledge, Just as hummingbirds drink only from the sweetest flowers, I drank from light I learned to hear the voice of wisdom, not allowing the old critical voices Those that would insist I could not be who I was really becoming.
Eagle in the East, representing the power of vision This is where I learned to push myself beyond my limited knowledge, To search and find the surprising ideas that can bring about creative change Embracing opportunities for a better future, for both myself and all mankind. And gaining the courage to stand by my conviction, ever striving to aid
Thus begins my Fourth Great Awakening Making peace with the journey now behind me Reaching forgiveness and acceptance of my past Know that failure is but the smallest part of trying.
For I have looked into the pool and seen my reflection. And it allowed me to become aware of my sense of self, the core of me. And knowing now that the pool does not mirror back the whole of my being
For I am so much more…
Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre July 27, 2009 My Main Blog Site
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July 27, 2009 - Monday
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Category: Romance and Relationships
Tell Me of Love
The way you are, a vision divine Any man would die to simply see your face What are you doing with a fool like me What did I do for you to share your life with me?
So this night I ask for answer to my plea How did I ever win your love, warm your heart? What did I do, what did I say, what did you see? What made you turn your love my way?
Well, I'm the guy bound never to advance, No fancy car, big house with picket fence The plain simple life is all I can offer you, What a miserable waste for such a vision of the stars
My overwhelming fear is that when I awake, I find it all but a dream, happiness imagined Because my love, you’re by far the best thing, That could ever have happened in my life
So one more thing that I just have to know, For I fear this love does scare me so, What is it that you saw in me? What do you feel when we embrace?
The way you are, a vision divine Any man would die to simply see your face What are you doing with a fool like me What did I do for you to share your life with me?
But, for all my questions, I do know, this is love…
Steve 'Easy' Whitacre July 26, 2009 http://ohioeasy.wordpress.comMy Main Blog Site
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