Thoughtful Thoughts of a Common Man

Thoughts and stories and poems: philosophical, romantic and imaginative. (All works here are origional copy righted material.)

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I am currently in an artistic / philosophical stage of life where I spend time contemplating various aspects of life and creating artwork to communicate some of the thoughts and ideas that I have.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

The Angel’s Present

I look in the sky
And what do I see
But a pretty little angel
Watching over me

How do you do
I stop and say
Very well she answers
Please come this way

I have something to show you
Something you must see
The most magical book
There ever could be

It was written for you
And sent from above
To tell you of God’s
Unceasing love

It tells about a man
Who died on a tree
And took all our sins
So we could be free

But more than a man
And Gods only son
He was God incarnate
To get the job done

Three days he lay
Motionless and then
Resurrected he was
Alive again

Death could not stop him
For god he was
And took all your sins
Away, because

He wants you to know
He loves you and cares
And when you need him
He’ll hear all your prayers

Fallen Angel and Reply From Dad


Fallen Angel
I knew that this would happen,
But I wanted so badly to believe....
So I let go....
I jumped....
Hoping to fly,
Only to fall....
I couldn't stop it no matter if I wanted to or not....
I fell.....
And I couldn't stop
I fell until I hit the hard, barren, lonely, dark, rock bottom....
And I can't find my way back up...
I feel like an angel,
Fallen from the heavens....
Landing here by accident...
Forced to live on this earth,
Never again to return to the skies....
Surrounded by sins that i never knew existed...
I want to fall to my knees and scream....
I cry myself to sleep at night....
You'll never know how I feel....
You don't realize that loving you is tearing me apart
Knowing that you don't feel the same for me....
Knowing that you never will.....
I want so badly to get away from this pain....
I want to die...
Don't you know what you’re doing to me?
You’re killing me....
You don't know,
You don’t understand me....
You never will...
I say I'm fine,
But I'm not....
You laugh at me,
You sweet,
But your cruel...
You understand,
But your don't...
I want away from this pain....
But I can't...
I want to tell you how I feel...
But I can't....
I want to talk to someone...
I need someone to help me...
I don't know what to do anymore...




Dear Fallen Angel
Dear Fallen Angel
If only you knew
The good things in life
That are waiting for you

I understand your pain
Believe me, I do!
You’ve fallen in love
And want him to love you too

Many times
Has this happened to me
But I’m better now
As everyone can see

And someday in bliss
You’ll meet happiness
And you’ll no longer be Miss
With your wedding-day kiss

But now you’re in pain
And your heart is in tears
All you can see
Are all of your fears

But hold on to hope
And know I am here
An understanding person
Who’ll always be near

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Grandma's House

Grandmother’s house was a wondrous place filled with the aromas of hot bread, baking muffins, cinnamon apple cider slowly bubbling on the stove, and the flowery scent of grandma’s perfume. While she cooked I would look at her collection of antique salt and pepper shakers that she had collected from all over the world or help pick some of the vegetables she grew in the back yard. Her garden always grew the best fruits and vegetables, and she had many awards and ribbons to show for it. In the evening we would snuggle together next to the warm crackling fire in the houses old fireplace, a hot cup of her delicious cinnamon apple cider and a fresh baked muffin, and I would listen to her stories as we examined the old photographs of her life that she kept in a shoebox. I was always amazed at how much life and how many stories would be kept in an old shoebox.

Play With Me

Play with me
Play with me
Won’t you please

Card games and
Board games
With cookies or cheese

Play with me
Play with me
It’ll be fun

Play with me anywhere
Anytime
Anyone?

No one to play with
So lonely I feel

Play with me daddy
Please?

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Game Time

Scrabble, Uno
Checkers, Chess

Fill my room
And make a mess

All these games
I love them all

Summer, Winter
Spring and Fall

Monday, August 22, 2005

No Shoes

What shoes to wear?
I don’t care
I’d rather not wear them
I’d rather go bare

No shoes on my feet
Now that would be sweet
With my toes in the dirt
It can’t be beat

Where are my shoes?
I don’t know
Don’t bother looking
I’m sure they’ll show

Little Feet

Little feet
Little feet
In the sun

Little feet
Little feet
Like to run

Little feet
Little feet
Having fun

Happy Feet

Happy Feet
Dancing in the street
Makes me giggle and laugh
The fun is not the half
They like to run and play
And so I like to say
Happy Feet,
Happy Feet,
Happy Feet!

My Little Boy's Feet

My Feet
Smelly to behold
Makes my sisters run away
What beautiful wonderful feet
Fun Feet

Good

What does it mean to be good?
A crafted quality that everyone should

To each the meaning is different
Yet each acts as if they understood

Beyond culture or ethic
It stands as solid as stone

And fills us up
To our very bone

Based in compassion
Desiring to learn

Willing to help
And helping to earn

Bringing joy and light
To the world around

And doing it all
With a loving sound

The bible says
That no man is good

But it’s something to strive for
And all of us should

To My Wonderful Wife....

Sunny days
Your beaming smile
My heart delights
All the while

To spend my life
With one like you
And know our love
Is always true

Please excuse the poetry

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling - Oscar Wilde

This being considered true, please excuse my heartfelt poetry. I do very little editing after my thoughts and feelings come through.... Maybe someday I will learn to edit better. :-)

Thursday, August 18, 2005

A Breif Synopsis of Philosophy

In the end, philosophy is nothing more than the attempt to reconcile the thoughts and events in one’s life to a grander picture in hopes of finding some form of meaning.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Today

When it’s hectic
And you frazzle
And your life seems to unravel

Just remember
Just remember
I forgot what I’m supposed to say

When life is screwy
Goes Kabuli
And all you say is phooey!

Just remember
Just remember
Take a roll in the hay.

~ No that’s not it either.

When life sucks
Like old trucks
And the nicest thing you say is shucks

Just remember
Just remember
That today is Friday

Monday, August 01, 2005

Our Love Will See Us Through

On the brightest days
Or in misty haze
Our love will see us through

Through the darkest nights
And our deepest plights
Our love will see us through

Harrowing times may come our way
And long summer days where we sit and play
No matter what comes
Even armies with drums
Our love will see us through

Under star lit skies
I can see in your eyes
Our love will see us through

Sunny days are coming
And we’ll go on humming
Our love will see us through

Michelle II

Magnificent
Intelligence plus
Charming to see
Helpful and
Elegant, always
Listening to me
Loving me always for all
Eternity