tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195977702024-03-21T14:37:33.965-04:00Mate In TwoTezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-30173943800627016782022-01-13T16:07:00.000-05:002022-01-13T16:07:26.513-05:00Check Box<p> Hiding in plain sight, the moment is here</p><p>It seems hard to find but it's quite clear</p><p>They don't see it because it isn't checked</p><p>And placed in the box of their lives that is wrecked</p><p><br /></p><p>They spend all their days planning ahead</p><p>And abusing the time that's divided and spread</p><p>Dedicated and focused on accomplishing a chore</p><p>Attacking the task but there is always more</p><p><br /></p><p>Resting isn't an option when there are things to do</p><p>Can't move on, sing a song or play with you</p><p>Everything's urgent no matter the cost</p><p>For love, life and all else are tossed</p><p><br /></p><p>Experience the breath of people and things</p><p>Without the noose of life's nagging strings</p><p>Devote only part time for those to mark</p><p>Leaving precious hours for that special spark</p><p><br /></p><p>So ease on the pressure of being right</p><p>Embrace the warmth of a summer night</p><p>Because time is short and can't go on</p><p>So enjoy every moment before they are gone</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-53768560374936981552021-11-16T15:27:00.000-05:002021-11-16T15:27:00.448-05:00V is for Veteran<p>They joined to serve and so much more</p><p>Giving back to those who stood before</p><p>To better their lives and standing proud</p><p>Honor and duty, shouting out loud</p><p><br /></p><p>They did what was told, no matter the cost</p><p>With all the stress, they never got lost</p><p>Following orders, always a team</p><p>Rising to the top, just like cream</p><p><br /></p><p>Brothers and sisters, forever linked</p><p>In harms way, they never blinked</p><p>Marching in step, head held high</p><p>Squads and troops all unify</p><p><br /></p><p>So on this day give them your thanks</p><p>Who put on the uni and worked in the ranks</p><p>And surrendered their years for the family they love</p><p>For you and me and God above</p><div><br /></div>Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-53172157134861871102021-06-07T10:01:00.010-04:002021-09-01T09:17:35.753-04:00Right Reasons<br /><br />They charged ahead although they were scared<br /><br />There is nothing I know that can be compared<br /><br />Their brothers and sisters felt the heat of the fight<br /><br />The battles that continued long into the night<br /><br /><br /><br />We honor this day without feeling the why<br /><br />With grilling and sports to celebrate the high<br /><br />While Gold Star families mourn the brave<br /><br />And stand at attention for Old Glory's wave<br /><br /><br /><br />So remember this day for all the right reasons<br /><br />And not a holiday to celebrate the seasons<br /><br />Or a chance for us to sleep til noon<br /><br />But to honor those who left us too soonTezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-1403461460571824512021-01-05T17:38:00.005-05:002021-04-20T14:14:30.379-04:00Unseen<p><br /></p><p>Deep in the park, under the trees</p><p>Hiding from view, they crouch on their knees</p><p>Dirty and worn, so skinny and sick</p><p>Hair matted and greasy, so tangled and thick</p><p><br /></p><p>All drive by, avoiding their gaze</p><p>Occasionally donating on special days</p><p>Thousands of stories brought them to this place</p><p>But no one listens and stares off to space</p><p><br /></p><p>Veterans and addicts and those down on their luck</p><p>No longer trying because their life is stuck</p><p>Reliving the days that dragged them here</p><p>Fighting for scraps in spite of the fear</p><p><br /></p><p>Unseen they are by the fortunate ones</p><p>Who whine and complain and bang on their drums</p><p>Who think they have it so hard and so bad</p><p>But nothing compared to the permanently sad</p><p><br /></p><p>So the next time you drive or walk by the crowd</p><p>Watching them tired with heads lowely bowed</p><p>Remember that once they were just like you</p><p>That they deserve respect and sympathy too</p><p><br /></p>Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-20161551913223155742020-08-20T15:21:00.004-04:002020-08-31T16:09:24.629-04:00No Matter How<p> I'm lost in a gaze but can't be seen</p><p>Illuminated haze that's not so keen</p><p>Arms stretched far to feel the way through</p><p>No matter how I strain, I can't see you</p><p><br /></p><p>Tender songs that I don't hear</p><p>The melodic tone that falls to the rear</p><p>I cradle my ears to cling to what's true</p><p>No matter how I listen, I can't hear you</p><p><br /></p><p>Sweetness her breath I just can't smell</p><p>Bland aroma makes it hard to tell</p><p>Roses and perfumes never break through</p><p>No matter how I inhale, I can't breathe you</p><p><br /></p><p>Velvet petals are numb to the touch</p><p>Each finger stretches but not too much</p><p>Soft and supple is the skin so new</p><p>No matter how I touch, I can't feel you</p><p><br /></p><p>Radiant smile and eyes that invite</p><p>Softly motions like angelic sprite</p><p>All my senses have become askew</p><p>No matter how I dream, I can't have you</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-77568439196860883952020-07-01T08:24:00.002-04:002020-07-01T08:26:30.126-04:00Shoeless Pain<div>We don't know what it's like to be in their shoes</div><div>Or how much life they stand to lose</div><div>We really don't know the pain that they felt</div><div>Or understand the reasons on why they knelt</div><div><br /></div><div>We don't get it, we're in our bubble</div><div>Deflecting blame for all the trouble</div><div>Focusing on the looters and not the speech</div><div>Missing opportunities for us to teach</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe the preachers were right all along</div><div>Trust in God to make everyone strong</div><div>Get to know your neighbor without a good reason</div><div>For the act of love is never out of season</div><div><br /></div><div>So take a deep breath and gather your wits</div><div>Suppress all the hate and don't call it quits</div><div>Remember the lessons our parents had shared</div><div>And remove all reason for us to be scared</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-34692537289583130182018-06-20T14:06:00.000-04:002018-06-20T14:09:00.910-04:00Fade to BlackThe room is dark with streams of light<br />
Slumped in the corner without delight<br />
His shirt is stained with bile of pain<br />
Faces the trial of a convicted reign<br />
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Crawls to bed but knows not why<br />
The loss has taken his reason to cry<br />
Struggles to face the lined up days<br />
Engulfed in a crowd but alone he stays<br />
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Saws away at the house blown down<br />
The water rises as he starts to drown<br />
Empty is the space they shared as own<br />
Now she's gone and he's left alone<br />
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Slowly he stands to take the next<br />
Pulled on up it says in text<br />
Morning shines as he wears his shades<br />
The grief subsides but never fades<br />
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On he moves and plans the phase<br />
Washes away the tattooed haze<br />
Smiles inside and stands straight up<br />
Takes a sip from the half full cup<br />
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I wish I could tie you up in my shoes</div>
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Make you feel unpretty too</div>
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I was told I was beautiful</div>
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But what does that mean to you?</div>
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Look into the mirror, who's inside there</div>
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The one with the long hair</div>
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Same old me again today, yeah</div>
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My outsides look cool</div>
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My insides are blue</div>
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Everytime I think I'm through</div>
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It's because of you</div>
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I try different ways</div>
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But it's all the same</div>
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At the end of the day</div>
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I have myself to blame</div>
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I'm just trippin'</div>
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You can buy your hair if it won't grow</div>
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You can fix your nose if he says so</div>
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You can buy all the make-up</div>
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That M.A.C. can make, but if</div>
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You can't look inside you</div>
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Find out who am I to</div>
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Be in the position that make me feel</div>
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So damn unpretty</div>
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I'll make you feel unpretty too</div>
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Never insecure until I met you</div>
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Now I'm bein' stupid</div>
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I used to be so cute to me</div>
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Just a little bit skinny</div>
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Why do I look to all these things</div>
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To keep you happy</div>
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Maybe get rid of you</div>
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And then I'll get back to me, yeah</div>
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My outsides look cool</div>
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My insides are blue</div>
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Everytime I think I'm through</div>
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It's because of you</div>
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I try different ways</div>
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But it's all the same</div>
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At the end of the day</div>
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I have myself to blame</div>
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Can't believe I'm trippin'</div>
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You can buy your hair if it won't grow</div>
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You can fix your nose if he says so</div>
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You can buy all the make-up</div>
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That M.A.C. can make, but if</div>
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You can't look inside you</div>
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Find out who am I to</div>
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Be in the position that make me feel</div>
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So damn unpretty</div>
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My outsides look cool</div>
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My insides are blue</div>
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Everytime I think I'm through</div>
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It's because of you</div>
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I try different ways</div>
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But it's all the same</div>
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At the end of the day</div>
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I have myself to blame</div>
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I'm just trippin'</div>
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You can buy your hair if it won't grow</div>
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You can fix your nose if he says so</div>
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You can buy all the make-up</div>
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That M.A.C. can make, but if</div>
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You can't look inside you</div>
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Find out who am I to</div>
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Be in the position that make me feel</div>
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So damn unpretty</div>
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I'll make you feel unpretty too</div>
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Never insecure until I met you</div>
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Now I'm bein' stupid</div>
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I used to be so cute to me</div>
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Just a little bit skinny</div>
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Why do I look to all these things</div>
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To keep you happy</div>
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Maybe get rid of you</div>
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And then I'll get back to me, yeah</div>
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My outsides look cool</div>
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My insides are blue</div>
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Everytime I think I'm through</div>
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It's because of you</div>
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I try different ways</div>
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But it's all the same</div>
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At the end of the day</div>
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I have myself to blame</div>
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Can't believe I'm trippin'</div>
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You can buy your hair if it won't grow</div>
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You can fix your nose if he says so</div>
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You can buy all the make-up</div>
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That M.A.C. can make, but if</div>
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You can't look inside you</div>
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Find out who am I to</div>
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Be in the position that make me feel</div>
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So damn unpretty<br />
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TLC</div>
Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-3004426501821040062018-01-03T12:05:00.001-05:002018-01-03T12:14:06.866-05:00HeartawayIf I thought about it for a short time<br />
I could come up with a reason to believe<br />
That you and I would take that climb<br />
To the heights that I couldn’t conceive<br />
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We could step out in the cool autumn night<br />
And glide through the blanket of breezes<br />
I would embrace your soul with all my might<br />
And give you all that I have that pleases<br />
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Let’s set sail away upon the seas of life<br />
Head straight into the wind and hang on tight<br />
Cut through the waves like a sharpened knife<br />
And keep on going deep into the night<br />
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Or jump aboard my black iron horse<br />
Strap on our bonnets and put on our shades<br />
Fill up the tank and plot a new course<br />
Follow that road until all fear fades<br />
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Maybe take a ride on sleek golden jet<br />
That takes us away to places unknown<br />
Flying high above all the regret<br />
Enjoying the play the clouds have shown<br />
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So let’s pack a bag and make the plans<br />
For a trip that will take years and years<br />
You’ll have all of me and these two hands<br />
To cradle your heart so the bad disappearsTezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-55948134204727041282018-01-03T12:03:00.003-05:002018-01-03T12:11:59.357-05:00Dreamless SpriteJumped on the wind and hitched a ride<br />Miles of meadows that I took in stride<br />Gliding past rivers and mountains galore<br />Floating up high as I strain to explore<br /><br />Soaring in the clouds while scanning below<br />I noticed a strange but unique road show<br />My point of view was distorted at first<br />So I dove and raced to quench my thirst<br /><br />I Landed softly and crept along<br />Secretly hoping that I wasn’t wrong<br />Sneaking among those without being seen<br />Suddenly trapped in her glance so serene<br /><br />Dizzy at first, I was stunned by my host<br />Crystal eyes, half woman half ghost<br />She opened her tent and led me inside<br />Removed all reason for me to hide<br /><br />She sat far off but stared intently<br />And then touched my arm ever so gently<br />Speechless I was for the very first time<br />Feeling almost guilty of a shameful crime<br /><br />She rubbed my neck and I started to faint<br />An incredible feeling with no complaint<br />The room started spinning and then went dark<br />I woke up later from the light of a spark<br /><br />I saw her fade with a wink and a smile<br />Dressed in silk with class and style<br />She whispered good bye and then disappeared<br />Gone for good, is what I feared<br /><br /><br />But every night when I am tired<br />I race to bed no matter how wired<br />In my dreams I’m looking to see<br />The mystical woman waiting for meTezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-20779470815301278502018-01-03T12:02:00.003-05:002018-01-03T12:13:48.047-05:00Moth and the LightThe storm is to blame for the price going up<br />Although no fault of its own<br />We stand around and point at the chump<br />Only to bitch and moan<br /><br />He waves Old Glory in our face<br />And fingers us unpatriotic<br />But the money pours out at an alarming pace<br />While the world keeps spinning chaotic<br /><br />All of the children go marching to war<br />Without a letter that says greetings<br />While the conductors of greed direct from afar<br />Pontificating time in meetings<br /><br />Never thought in a million years<br />That I would see such pilfering supported<br />While we all accept the lies and the fears<br />Of the cowboy whose favor they courted<br /><br />So as I watch it rise beyond sight<br />I can't help but wonder<br />Are we immature moths searching for the light<br />As the powers that be, loot and plunderTezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-30600288907377940582017-08-17T09:49:00.000-04:002017-08-17T09:50:38.164-04:00HBTY<div class="MsoNormal">
Crystal teal flows in the light<o:p></o:p></div>
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Which emanates from your soul of sight<o:p></o:p></div>
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Flushed is the glow that rests on your cheeks<o:p></o:p></div>
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That brightens me up with a smile that speaks<o:p></o:p></div>
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Clever and kind all packed into one<o:p></o:p></div>
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While doing it right you’re never undone<o:p></o:p></div>
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You always take time for those in need<o:p></o:p></div>
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Never been a better friend indeed<o:p></o:p></div>
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I forever celebrate the moment we met<o:p></o:p></div>
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Utopic memories I shall never forget<o:p></o:p></div>
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I call my home where ever you are<o:p></o:p></div>
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Beside me forever even when you’re far<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I treasure the day on which you were born<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dedicated to you, so I’ve sworn<o:p></o:p></div>
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Pledging my love for all time and more</div>
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Happy Birthday to the one I adore<o:p></o:p></div>
Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-49976199188215403832017-06-07T08:44:00.002-04:002017-06-07T08:47:58.177-04:00Greatest GenerationWe watch the movies but have no clue<br />
The heroic battles they fought through<br />
We think of France like a destination<br />
Ignorant of our grandparents dedication<br />
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On this day the 6th of June<br />
The kids are out of school at noon<br />
But the greatest teens of yesteryears<br />
Crawled ashore with blood and tears<br />
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Most have passed, having given their all<br />
Long before we started to crawl<br />
So let's not forget their sacrifice<br />
Because just for you, they paid the price<br />
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Say it's so they do no harm<br />
Stokes the flames of fear and hate<br />
Rein him in and not too late<br />
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Waves the flag and we all march<br />
Down the street and through the arch<br />
Fakes the truth and sells the lie<br />
Squeeze us all and then comply<br />
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Rolling back the hands of time<br />
Change our rights must be a crime<br />
Make it great as if it's not<br />
Remove the blemish on the spot<br />
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Where this leads I do not know<br />
Ride the boat and nav the flow<br />
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Line them up and watch the strike</div>
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Before we blend into the Reich</div>
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Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-25384297689803788982016-12-15T22:35:00.000-05:002016-12-15T22:37:08.223-05:00Don't Know<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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Don’t know who I was,
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During all those
moments pretending to be more than just a lie<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t know what I was
thinking all those days, wasting my time<o:p></o:p></div>
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Waiting for my dream
to arrive after a long steep climb<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t know how I got to
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So many miles I’ve covered
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Don’t know when I
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Causing each choice
to fail until the day that I met you<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t why it took me
so long to get it all so right<o:p></o:p></div>
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I must have had to
earn it all before I could see the light<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t know where I
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But the best decision
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The more I learn, the more I don’t</div>
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Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-88519027645094886532016-01-18T22:45:00.001-05:002016-01-18T23:08:31.857-05:00Dunnit<br />at exuberant youth i have to laugh<br /> i already took that photograph<br /> doing things you think are new<br /> which, years ago, i used to do<br /> <br /> i'm old enough to be your dad<br /> but the newest trick, your latest fad<br /> is something i have done before<br /> yet you bring it freshness, and do it more<br /> <br /> i grew my hair down to my waist<br /> and if someone said "try this" i had a taste<br /> bell bottom jeans with flared cuff<br /> and tie dye t-shirts.psychedelic stuff<br /> <br /> i used to wear a leather vest<br /> with no shirt to show off my hairy chest<br /> golden hoop earring in my left ear<br /> (if you pierced the right one it was considered queer)<br /> <br /> yep, we were rebels without a cause<br /> we had our love ins, we had our flaws<br /> sugar cubes laced with LSD 25<br /> at smoked out concerts, puffin' live<br /> <br /> i played in rock bands, drove a 69' Stang<br /> and always tried the latest thang<br /> i loved the ladies more than life<br /> even made a couple of them my wife<br /> <br /> i see the kids on the scene today<br /> their attitudes, the music they play<br /> sometimes they surprise me, i cannot lie<br /> but when i become my parents...it's time to die<br /> <br /> i know i reached the highest highs<br /> lived my life in laughs and sighs<br /> and you young folks, my heart..you've won it<br /> but believe when i say....<br /> been there and done it<br /> <br /> Quin Overman ( I think)<br /> <br /><br />Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-67956826601036640732015-11-24T15:10:00.003-05:002018-01-03T12:09:26.871-05:00ImmigraineI might as well chime in on the immigration issue since I have read enough horrible comments over the past few days from people who wish we were living in the days of the founding fathers, but would be hung for sedition based on their anti-government comments. It’s scary to read how many people are ready to take up arms against the Federal government because of their own policies or beliefs. They are truly under the delusion that they are carrying the torch of God to rid the country of evil starting with the President. I understand that there are multiple sides to this issue such as the President is enacting too many executive orders, people are circumventing the process and the rest I choose not to mention.<br />
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These comments accuse illegal immigrants of being a drain on the system, but there are more people born in this country abusing the system than are doing so illegally. These immigrants are hardworking people who perform all the jobs that are “beneath” the average American worker like picking produce, cleaning offices and other labor intensive work.<br />
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I don’t know if this order is allowed under the constitution or whether these people should continue with the process as is, but I do know that the boiling hatred that is commonplace in social media is sadly indicative of the wave of ultra-radicalism in this country. I have many friends who believe in a political party other than the one I follow and debate it responsibly. My wife and I do not always agree on the same issues, but her intentions are purely motivated by her love of this country and the hope that her party can improve it. It is not based on the pure intolerance and alarmingly dangerous rhetoric I have read online that makes me wonder where this country is headed as a Republic.Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-57192129459424758602015-07-09T17:20:00.002-04:002015-07-09T17:20:16.100-04:00The Train of Life<br /><br />Some folks ride the train of life,<br />looking out the rear,<br />Watching miles of life roll by,<br />and marking every year.<br /><br />They sit in sad remembrance,<br />of wasted days gone by,<br />And curse their life for what it was,<br />and hang their head and cry. <br /><br />But I don't concern myself with that,<br />I took a different bent,<br />I look forward to what life holds,<br />and not what has been spent.<br /><br />So strap me to the engine,<br />as securely as i can be,<br />I want to be out on the front,<br />to see what I can see. <br /><br />I want to feel the winds of change,<br />blowing in my face,<br />I want to see what life unfolds,<br />as I move from place to place.<br /><br />I want to see what's coming up,<br />not looking at the past,<br />Life's too short for yesterdays,<br />it moves along too fast.<br /><br />So if the ride gets bumpy,<br />while you are looking back,<br />Go up front, and you may find,<br />your life has jumped the track.<br /><br />It's alright to remember,<br />that's part of history,<br />But up front's where it's happening,<br />there's so much mystery. <br /><br />The enjoyment of living,<br />is not where we have been,<br />It's looking ever forward,<br />to another year and ten.<br /><br />It's searching all the byways,<br />never should you refrain,<br />For if you want to live your life,<br />you gotta drive the train.<br /><br /><br />Marv HardinTezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-49692394594336124212015-03-27T14:47:00.001-04:002015-03-30T09:17:51.283-04:00Will of the Way<div class="MsoNormal">
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Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-37912136053420320812015-01-30T08:01:00.003-05:002015-01-30T08:01:16.079-05:00Different Kind of HoodEvery two years I am reminded of what it is that separates us from the lower life forms. All of the nature shows demonstrate that the animal world is territorial and probably due to a lack of communication, the animal kingdom settles their disputes with aggressive behavior. I don't know if humans developed these same traits by observing animals or if it just comes natural to us, but we have excelled at it far beyond anything another mammal can imagine.<br /><br />So every 2 years I am continually surprised at humanity's ability to put aside the world's conflicts to spend 3 weeks in friendly competition in a series of games called the Olympics. I've seen young men and women hugging and respecting each other during an event even during the most disappointing moments. Many who don't understand the person standing next to them but have an honest and sincere connection with people from all over the world. If this could only happen the other 101 weeks.Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-19565632660122121282015-01-30T08:00:00.007-05:002015-01-30T08:00:37.225-05:00Why Wait?Another day is here that spurs men to wait online at the local grocery store with an armful of cheap flowers and generic balloons. Why do some people put so little effort into showing their loved one how they feel? If this is the most important person in your life, then a little bit of creativity would be in order. I would rather receive something home made that expresses a person's emotion than a last minute shallow attempt at displaying affection.<br /><br />I understand that life creates obstacles to overcome daily that interfere with our ability to shower our person with gifts and events. Working extra hours, taking care of the kids and maintaining a home all tug us in different directions. I get how it can squelch the opportunity for creativity. But why wait for a holiday to express these feelings. It's the little things in life that get the most appreciation. It's understanding what makes your partner happy and doing that regardless of how much it may be inconvenient. Valentine's Day is a great holiday and should be celebrated, but why wait for that day when there are 364 other perfectly good days for showing your love?Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-74020470973890390262015-01-30T08:00:00.003-05:002015-01-30T08:00:10.020-05:00My Fair ladyIt's amazing what triggers a memory whether it is a sound, a smell or a sight. I was watching the Olympics the other night and heard the music that the skaters were using for their routine. Not exactly a memorable song unless you grew up watching My Fair Lady. A song so simple but so powerful enough to raise an image of a time where the most important woman in my life was my mother. <br /><br />It sounds silly now since I am well grown and she's been gone for over ten years, but there was a time that my mother was everything to me. She was matriarch, model and Marine all wrapped up in one self made mystery. She was one of a pack of similar sisters who grew up in the Depression and came out the better for it. She was the template that I now measure all women against. An independent soul who can shift from Mother Teresa to Miss Demeanor in a moment and deliver each with equal enthusiasm. There were many times that I deserved the punishment I received for being a rambunctious boy but I never held it against her because it never seemed personal, just business. So thank you Olympic skaters for reminding through a song called "I could have danced all night" that my mother is always just a sight, scent or song away.Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-81519586842676585532015-01-30T07:59:00.005-05:002015-01-30T07:59:41.523-05:00Across the AisleHenry Clay was selected as one of the five greatest Senators in history which was partly based on his ability to compromise. One of his nicknames was the Great Compromiser due to him being able to reason intelligently and responsibly with all parties. Webster's dictionary states that the word compromise means "a settlement of differences by mutual concessions; an agreement reached by adjustment of conflicting or opposing claims, principles, etc., by reciprocal modification of demands"<br /><br /><br /><br />To compromise seems to have lost all importance over the years. In the past, an elected official whose actions led him to work with his opponents and find a common ground for the common good was seen as an achiever and a patriot. Ronald Reagan and Tip O'Neil did not always share the same political ideology but they found ways to agree enough to make a difference and retain their mutual respect. How our country became so divisive and fragmented is surprising based on our history, but today there is more of a separation of ideas and beliefs than ever. That separation has spread to intolerance and morphed into hate. Isn't it time to recognize that it's OK to be different and to reach across the aisle to find a place in the middle?Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19597770.post-46682148487584975052015-01-30T07:59:00.000-05:002015-01-30T07:59:00.083-05:00Casting Stones"Let him who is without sin cast the first stone" is a passage from John 7:53-8:11. This story in the bible teaches compassion and self reflection concerning the persecution of a woman accused of adultery. These words demonstrate personal examination and self judgement. <br /><br /><br />Whether you are a follower of an organized religion or an atheist, it might be wise to reserve judgement on others when said judge is imperfect. Whether it was politically or spiritually motivated, the Governor of Arizona made a decision to veto a bill that discriminates based on a belief of intolerance. If people believe that they are as flawed as I am, then show the compassion and love that Jesus preached and gave his life for, but for those people that believe in this bill feel that they are without sin, then please by all means cast the first stone.Tezziohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03360622074920907469noreply@blogger.com0