The average daily number of deaths on the U.S. is over 6,000 and the average number of daily births on the U.S. is over 13,000. If God believes in recycling so should you.
Recycling is a good thing...
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
The power of knowing...
Would we be better off not knowing the things we do? At least the things that have pierced us the most. The truth is we cannot change what we know or predict what we will find out tomorrow. One thing I know for sure, not knowing certain facts would certainly aleviate my pain and put my heart at ease. I don't want to change the fact that I learned about these things, but I wish they were not what they came to be.
The noise, the echoes in my head that keep thundering away the powerful truth that can be defeaning and disturbing to say the least. Music always put me at rest or in a state of coma from life's horrible facts, so much to to point that I forget, remember and ignore all at once if that is even possible. The voice of the soul keeps reaching in.
Through the music that brings memories back to the here and now although way burried in the past or hidden in a most desirable future. The posibilities and the what if? do present themselves very appealing and enchanting because they come wrapped within the illusion of what we want them to be. If the magical journey could have no end, leaving no traces of where we're going or where we've been. It's only in that very secret place of our imagination that attaches itself so cohesively to the true desires and wantings of our soul marching in parallel to our dreams.
Don't stop, keep walking the path of solitude and joy for there we find the company of the friendly souls that will always be with us since it is in our thoughts that we control them all. No need for argument or disagrement is what we want, need and crave, all together in our magical place. So I say that knowing I can not evade, but if I choose to not acknowledge don't blame it on me. Just know that at times I rather be the blind walking soul that leaves no footprints...
-Franklin Peña-
The noise, the echoes in my head that keep thundering away the powerful truth that can be defeaning and disturbing to say the least. Music always put me at rest or in a state of coma from life's horrible facts, so much to to point that I forget, remember and ignore all at once if that is even possible. The voice of the soul keeps reaching in.
Through the music that brings memories back to the here and now although way burried in the past or hidden in a most desirable future. The posibilities and the what if? do present themselves very appealing and enchanting because they come wrapped within the illusion of what we want them to be. If the magical journey could have no end, leaving no traces of where we're going or where we've been. It's only in that very secret place of our imagination that attaches itself so cohesively to the true desires and wantings of our soul marching in parallel to our dreams.
Don't stop, keep walking the path of solitude and joy for there we find the company of the friendly souls that will always be with us since it is in our thoughts that we control them all. No need for argument or disagrement is what we want, need and crave, all together in our magical place. So I say that knowing I can not evade, but if I choose to not acknowledge don't blame it on me. Just know that at times I rather be the blind walking soul that leaves no footprints...
-Franklin Peña-
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Years of our life...
Like water slips through our fingers so do the years that go by slip away. Like water that evaporates into thin air, our years pass and leave us dry in the same way rivers lose their essence when the water of life escapes them. Life itself runs away from our bodies and time records every moment of our memories leaving us as legends that passed through it.
Some will be remembered as others will be forgotten, and as old age consumes us there is nothing but a trace of what it was. What’s important is the moment, the here and now. The rest we can’t change or predict, but only regret or expect. Just remember as time goes on forever, you do not.
Act on it now before your river runs out.
-Franklin Peña-
Some will be remembered as others will be forgotten, and as old age consumes us there is nothing but a trace of what it was. What’s important is the moment, the here and now. The rest we can’t change or predict, but only regret or expect. Just remember as time goes on forever, you do not.
Act on it now before your river runs out.
-Franklin Peña-
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