Imagine that...

This entry wasn't dated on the page but it came right after one dated May of 1991. I don't know if it was written then or if I copied it down then. What I do know is that it was entered into a contest during my childhood and it won second place. How's that for ambiguous...

Imagine That

The father spends the day
In the world of his work
His business his
Encompassing thought
Though there once was
A glimmer, a dream, a time
When he was a hero
And could conquer the world
And only had to Imagine That...
 
The mother has no time
She hustles and bustles
Too fast to see the
Wonders Waving
Too old to remember
A time, a place
Where a dollhouse
Became a world of its own
And she only had to Imagine That...

The child wakes to the sound
Of unicorn hoofbeats
And Flies a dragon
To breakfast
Where he eats with his friends
That his Parents can't see
And he wishes and dreams
And Imagines that...

This morning...

This a journal entry I made when I was 16.  Strangely enough, all of these first entries seem to be lists or poems... Wonder what that says about the teenage me...

This morning I walked and I talked to myself

Which is fun when there's something to say

Then to my attention an odd site then came

A puddle on a beautiful day!

I threw caution aside and jumped right on in

Though the shoes I had on were quite new

In a moment had I, a shock...

I not landed but instead passed on through!

Now I'm stuck in a puddle as autos drive by

Myself in a puddle not one of them spy

By now, if by chance, you're reading my write

THE PUDDLE'S ON PEACHTREE AND MAIN!

I sit and I stare...

I wrote this entry in my journal a month after my 16th birthday. It is another poem, but this one seems more like the sillier me I remember...

I sit and I stare at a spot on the wall

When the spot fades, I'm sure I'll se nothing at all

I'll sit and I'll stare where the spot used to be

I'll sit and I'll think what that spot meant to me

I'll sit and I'll think and I'll stare at the place

Where the spot used to be before the spo fell from grace

"Do spots have a heaven?" I'll ask of the wall

But I know that the wall wil say say nothing at all

Though the day be long...

This is the second journal entry I ever made... just a month after my 16th birthday. You'd think it would have been something about getting my licence or in fact, failing to get my licence on the first try... but no... it was a poem...

Though the day be long

And the nights be cold

Though the mountains be high

And the rivers bold

I will find my place

in the world's confusion.

I'll not see the hell,

But instead the illusion.

While I travel the roads

While I still sing my song

I will not wrong the rights

though I might write the wrong

I will follow my heart

To wherever it takes me

Through Heaven or else

Far away though they may be

And all the while

I'll remember a friend

And I'll sing my own song

Till the end comes the end.

Rules.

This is the first journal entry I ever made and it was in January of 1991. It was written during a time when I was hanging out with a bunch of rough and tumble high schoolers. I was a Sophmore... just a few months before my 16th birthday. I can remember that I wanted to be tougher than I was. I wanted to be someone of action and not of confusion and fear... Here is that first journal entry:

Rules

1. Always be very aware of your immediate surroundings. You never know when you may need something.


2. Be always loyal to your closest friends. You never know when you are going to need them to help you out of a jam.


3. As you learn, and as much as you wil ever know, always keep something about yourself (preferably your talents) unknown to common people.


4. Use what you have. Always avoid buying something you can A) do without or B) make yourself.


5. Always watch your back. No matter how safe you may think you are, always be altert to what is going on.


6. Always learn the weaknesses of anyone who could readily attack.


7. If there are things you can not easily remember, write it down. It may be extremely important!