I am whatever you say I am

Written February 11 2010

I am of the wordly wise
One who deals out sighs and cries
Of the largest oaken trees
Whose leaves flutter in summer breeze
Of many colors and many shades
From drunken stupors to pride filled parades
Of the ancients and the legacy
The Celts are inspiration to me

I am from every summer's waves
Dealt to me inside my caves
From the distance and the power
To runners, may your grapes never taste sour
Of the wildest men and wildest dreams
Which come together for Halloween screams
From every night and every dance
Even those without my pants

I am not of simple upbringing
From an old family's singing
For now I am
Nothing for you to give a damn

Trees Cannot Always Stand Alone

This was a piece I wrote on July 25 2009

"You do not seem to fully grasp what it is that I speak of. I try to let you in, I try to show you a tree in all its splendor and all you see are a few branches. You pick it apart bit by bit, examining its bark for similarities to other trees that you have seen before. There is a whole tree, in all its splendor and beauty, surrounded by many alike it in its forest home. Each tree with its own roots, its beginning, each surrounding tree affecting how it grows. As the tree grows, sprouting from the seedlings in the soil, reaching for the stars. Every branch represents our challenges, each leaf is a facet of a specific challenge."

I pause for breath, but not long enough for anyone to interject, "Again! you have claimed to understand, you believe you can see the whole tree as you examine only the few branches I have shown you. It is not the cause that you see but the affect. To truly understand me, you would have to dig deep into the soil and expose all of my roots and all of the those around of me. The problem with that is then you have taken away the nutrients and support for us all. The strongest trees will survive by shoving their roots deeper into the soil, but those such as me who have just begun to grow will fall to death. So I know that you do not understand." As I finish ranting to my step-mother I can already see the shock formed on her face. She may finally have an inkling of how I perceive things.

Thanks to Inspiration

Another piece I wrote on July 22 2009

The smell of a chili cheese hot dog still stains my fingers. The hum of small talk and deeper conversations encase me in a sense of comfort. I am again in an airport, this time in Minneapolis. My final pit stop for the day, my final destination is the small airport in Knoxville, Tennessee. A three year old charges onto the plane in front of his mother, "C'mon Mom!" I find that a chuckle has worked its way up through my lungs, playing my lips into a smile. The murmur of noise dies down as the line of passengers boards the plane, a bit of silence greeting my ears before I board.

Seated now on the final plane for the day, I find myself once again surrounded by noise. The all too familiar hum of cheerful banter, the flight attendants doing their best to get everyone seated in a neat and orderly fashion. The three year old from before is one seat in front of me, his non-stop questions form a sort of nostalgia.

"What is destroy?" His cute little face is filled with curiosity as he turns toward his father, "Why isn't the plane moving yet?" I love sharing my knowledge and answering questions and there are people who might say that love will make a great father in me. I still find my patience failing near this child. It is truly a wonder what we, as children, put our parents through, let alone the teenage and early adult years.

It is curiosity and the passion for life that have brought me thus far upon my journeys. The history of those who have been left behind brings even more fuel to my desires. Desires of greatness, the desire that keeps me from settling for something less. The desire to leave my mark upon the world. I have always had greatness as a goal and have consequently always found myself surrounded by great people. I don't know of many people whom I have ever met who were anything less than amazing.