Tonight the rebel seek chaos, soothing music and a comfortable crowd to immerse himself in a lost world of vivid moments and exotic places. Redemption I seek not, forgiveness maybe for the things left undone out of unawareness and lack of confirmation.
-Franklin Peña-
Here I write about my own thoughts and experiences in life and in doing so I reveal myself to you with my heart wide open......................Yours truly, Franklin Peña
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
In Whitney's Eyes...
Is easy to get lost as her eyes pierce your soul and make you wander of the things beyond. The clear picture of an angel coming from above, to rescue you from within... for they will guide you through the darkness and show you light that comforts your feelings and emotions.
Indescribable urgency to search the inner you and rid yourself of all that is not pure. To cleanse yourself from mundane thoughts and let the divine shine from within. To acknowledge what's real and forget the innocuous thoughts of illusion and vanity. To make you want to be better and resign all that is vane and absurd.
They bring tranquility to mind and soul and dig deep into your inner self looking for that which once was lost. The language itself is not vast enough to describe such a feeling of perfection and pure joy. In Whitney's eyes I found the lost treasure of innocence now reborn.
Let her eyes be blessed for all eternity, within them we find the answer to our own existence and the comfort and rejoice of that which makes us who we are. They bring back the essence of what it means to be human and for that we can only be grateful forever more.
-Franklin Peña-
Indescribable urgency to search the inner you and rid yourself of all that is not pure. To cleanse yourself from mundane thoughts and let the divine shine from within. To acknowledge what's real and forget the innocuous thoughts of illusion and vanity. To make you want to be better and resign all that is vane and absurd.
They bring tranquility to mind and soul and dig deep into your inner self looking for that which once was lost. The language itself is not vast enough to describe such a feeling of perfection and pure joy. In Whitney's eyes I found the lost treasure of innocence now reborn.
Let her eyes be blessed for all eternity, within them we find the answer to our own existence and the comfort and rejoice of that which makes us who we are. They bring back the essence of what it means to be human and for that we can only be grateful forever more.
-Franklin Peña-
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Women are like roses...
They have to be acknowledged, smelled and gently taken care of...
-Franklin Peña-
-Franklin Peña-
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Diamonds or Stones?...
People will believe what they will, but they will also ignore the obvious truth that's right in fromt of their eyes. There is an abundance of ordinary men and women and once in a while you come across one that is very special and treat them like they are above and beyond and until they do the least expected, their ordinary behavior comes out not only to dissapoint you, but also to disrupt your entire conception of what you thought they were and leave you clueless as to believe if there is any point in keeping on trying.
So be done and forget it. Not worth the time and effort. Go back to the roots and ignore the illusions created by the hope of finding something better. Do as you will and find that which as always right in front of you, just don't be specting that any regular piece of coal has a diamond at its core. The chances are slim to none...as for me, my search for diamonds is over, it is after all another ordinary rock.
-Franklin Peña-
So be done and forget it. Not worth the time and effort. Go back to the roots and ignore the illusions created by the hope of finding something better. Do as you will and find that which as always right in front of you, just don't be specting that any regular piece of coal has a diamond at its core. The chances are slim to none...as for me, my search for diamonds is over, it is after all another ordinary rock.
-Franklin Peña-
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Recycle...
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...
Recycling is a good thing...
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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