Take my hand

Through the darkness,
And the shadows,
I will hold your hand,
So we can see through this together,
Don’t let go,
Don’t be afraid,
I’m not going to let you go,
I want you to know,
I will be there…
This is not forever,
This pain will go,
This will be better,
Once we are in this together,
So take my hand,
And walk with me,
Where there is light,
There is hope,
Hope to make all of it better,
Through this time of darkness and shadows…


Written for someone I deeply care about when they were going through a not so ‘great’ day! I have realized that when you connect with certain people, you feel their pain. It is disturbing at the same time scary because you allow yourself to feel so much for a person and all what they are and what they go through reflects on you. Yet I take this as a blessing because if I could at least make one person feel better and secure and maybe got them to breathe easy – That for me is the greatest gift I give myself! Thank you Gob!


Yours forever!

As I wake up tonight,

I see the love in your eyes,

You smile at me lovingly,

While you hold my gaze longingly,

A few steps that I want to take,

So I can get close to you,

Hold your arms wide open,

So I can fall into your sweet embrace,

Hug me hard,

Like you always do,

Wishing my soul was yours to do,

Want me more, like no other,

Want my soul so I can be yours forever!


My dear old life!

Born under the August moon,

Little did I know on how I would boom,

Lonely walks and blissful nights,

Have been a part of my dear old life.

Through the times of lone and despair,

Has been the arms of friends who were there,

Sobbed a bit and laughed a lot,

So I could get through this dear old life.

People come, People go,

Seen so many new faces and old ones that I know,

We make memories and share stories together,

Yet we know this time will not be forever.

My dear old life is getting old,

So is my soul that has grown old,

Now I know what the August moon is like,

Because I lived my life through its light.

Part of me

You are a part of me,

Even when we are apart,

You are inside me,

Where I hold you deep within me,

You are a part of me,

I could feel everything you feel,

I can hear your cries,

I can feel your moment of joy,

Because you are still a part of me,

You will always be,

In a special place in my heart,

Even if you walk away,

The place you hold will always be vacant,

Any time you need me,

Hold your hand up against the mirror,

And see my reflection in you,

You will feel me as a part of you,

Because you are still a part of me!

Joint & M’homey!

Typical Monday! Here you are trying to figure out how the rest of the week is going to be and one of your friend’s think it is a good idea to smoke up. Well, it crosses your mind about work tomorrow but Oh! come on, it’s not like you would have a hangover, It is just weed. So on this fateful night, when we got high, me and homey caught a ride and here goes the song we sang – out loud!


We are so stoned,

We are so stoned,

We are so stoned,

That we can’t go home.


Swaying from side to side,

All of that gets me high,

We are so stoned,

That we can’t go home.


Saying most of the gibberish stuff,

Bright ideas pop up,

We are so stoned,

That we can’t go home.


It’s gonna be for a while,

Till I stop being high,

Until that time,

I can’t go home,

Because I’m so stoned!

Now & forever

Waking up to a night,
With you by my side,
The warmth of your skin,
Keeping me safe through the night..
Holding your hands,
Sleeping on the curve of your arm,
Feeling your breath on me,
Is all I need…
With every touch,
Every smile,
Happiness has visited us,
To delight our hearts…
With a kiss,
You feel close to me,
Even though it’s sore,
It’s more than what my heart could speak,
To let you know,
It’s now, if not forever…

Food for Thought!

The Matt Walsh Blog

To the fan I lost yesterday:

I don’t owe you an explanation, but I thought I’d offer one anyway. I do this more for your sake than mine. You see, maybe, as you later suggested, I was in a bad mood. Maybe I could have been a bit more polite about it. Maybe I’m more sensitive to it now that I have kids. Maybe I’m just sick of hearing these comments about parents. Maybe I know that my wife has to take the twins with her when she goes grocery shopping sometimes, so she could easily be on the receiving end of your sort of bullying. Maybe I took it personally.

Whatever the case, there I was, walking down the aisles of the grocery store looking for the ingredients for a new chili recipe I wanted to try. I heard the kid screaming from a distance; the whole store heard…

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