I think this video speaks for itself. haha. It is a special day, I had to make a special video. :)
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Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
My Valentine: Part II
**This is Part II, to the first one written below this one. For those of you that didn't read the first one, these were written over 10 years ago in college. And although I'm single, I'm proud to say, I am STILL just as passionate about love, and continue to believe in "THE ONE" :)
My hands are the outlet to my heart. And if you touch them right, they’ll hold you forever. Through the nights of question, And the days of sun rays. If you touch my hands with care, with integrity, and sincerity, My heart will forever care for you.
And if you look at my eyes, with every portion of your heart shining through, love will guide us through any street or avenue. And our bodies will intertwine, our hands holding our future, on the nights we cheers red wine.
And if you trust my heart, with every breath you take, I’ll never hurt you, or give you reason to question my devotion to one heart, one lady, two hands, one smile, one mind, your love, in my life.
But right now the idea of us, is but a mere thought we play with. Floating in and out of our minds, or maybe just mine, through thoughts and text messages. And I smile, and I wonder, If we’ll chase this chance, take a passive, or an aggressive stance, and hand each other tickets to the main event.
I can’t shake the thoughts of you on my mind, consuming me constantly, like hands on skin, goose bumps that wake me when I’m weary, and your smile, that lights my day, when the sun hides behind the inversion of clouds. And I can’t really take your hands and tell you this, but I can write my mind, till I have it or lose it.
And I’m mesmerized by my options of strategies, I could drive there, pull over a mile away, get out of my car, and walk the rest of the way, just to relax my nerves before I knocked on your door. I could take your hands, and make you sit in the yard, and tell you that somewhere over the rainbow, lies both our dreams, wanna chase them with me?
I could tell you what your smile does to me, how it changes my day, my ideas, my ways, How it gives me happiness and hope. I could write out a compatibility survey, and ask you to check mark everything that’s similar to me. I could take you to the park, hold your hand, And tell you what I’m looking for in life, and how I feel like I’m holding on to it right now, each and every time that I hug you goodbye.
I could write you a letter and drop it in the mail. I could perch beneath your window and hold up signs, signs that say I’m falling in love with you. I could have a plane fly overhead, with a banner that screams I love you.
Or…..I could just do it my way.
I could wait for rain, and on that evening, I could take you with me, to a building. A balcony, where we’d be on top of the world, and we’d kiss in the rain, cleansed of our past, and ready for our future.
A spectacle, on a building, during rush hour traffic, but slightly before dusk. And as the rain passes, I’d point to the horizon, where a rainbow lights up the misty sky, and I could ask you if you believe in treasure, the type that lasts a lifetime, and lives in your heart.
I could ask you to embark on a journey. An adventure, where we’d hold hands, and neither of us would ever let go. I could tell you of my love for you, not just for your beauty, but for the very foundations, that even allow love to exist. Your voice, your touch, your kiss, your character, and your skillful ability, to push me to be a better person, every minute, of every hour.
And as the last of the evenings light faded, it would bring night, to our first moments as lovers. And I’d stand behind you, with my arms wrapped around you, our eyes both focused on the same horizon, that lay millions of miles in front of us. And before that night ended, I’d engrave your place on my heart, that would last forever.
And when we lay down in bed, I’d kiss your lips, and thank God for the miracle he gave me, And you’d fall asleep before me, and I’d kiss your forehead before I fell asleep. Morning would bring light, to the first day of our new life, and my happiness would hope you became my wife.
And although our love was our first gift, we’d join hands in marriage, in front of all those that believed in us, and as our love and careers progressed, we’d settle into a house that we’d make a home, and no matter the route life took us, we’d never be alone.
And as the very miracle that brought us together, God’s miracles would give our life another, in the form of a daughter, that started our family, and the mere birth of this baby girl, brought our hands even closer to heaven, as they wrapped around her.
And contrary to the rising statistics of divorce, our love would grow stronger with each passing year, because we believe in love, and we cherish it, protect it, hold onto it, and value it.
But this is all just a dream. It isn’t reality. We haven’t stood on that balcony. We haven’t kissed in the rain. We haven’t joined hands or hearts. We haven’t spoke words of love.
But that doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen. And it’s that very dream that I’ll chase. Until the day it happens.
And we stand on that balcony. And we kiss in the rain. And we join hands and hearts. And we speak words of love. And my Valentine, becomes mine.
Cheers, Adam
My hands are the outlet to my heart. And if you touch them right, they’ll hold you forever. Through the nights of question, And the days of sun rays. If you touch my hands with care, with integrity, and sincerity, My heart will forever care for you.
And if you look at my eyes, with every portion of your heart shining through, love will guide us through any street or avenue. And our bodies will intertwine, our hands holding our future, on the nights we cheers red wine.
And if you trust my heart, with every breath you take, I’ll never hurt you, or give you reason to question my devotion to one heart, one lady, two hands, one smile, one mind, your love, in my life.
But right now the idea of us, is but a mere thought we play with. Floating in and out of our minds, or maybe just mine, through thoughts and text messages. And I smile, and I wonder, If we’ll chase this chance, take a passive, or an aggressive stance, and hand each other tickets to the main event.
I can’t shake the thoughts of you on my mind, consuming me constantly, like hands on skin, goose bumps that wake me when I’m weary, and your smile, that lights my day, when the sun hides behind the inversion of clouds. And I can’t really take your hands and tell you this, but I can write my mind, till I have it or lose it.
And I’m mesmerized by my options of strategies, I could drive there, pull over a mile away, get out of my car, and walk the rest of the way, just to relax my nerves before I knocked on your door. I could take your hands, and make you sit in the yard, and tell you that somewhere over the rainbow, lies both our dreams, wanna chase them with me?
I could tell you what your smile does to me, how it changes my day, my ideas, my ways, How it gives me happiness and hope. I could write out a compatibility survey, and ask you to check mark everything that’s similar to me. I could take you to the park, hold your hand, And tell you what I’m looking for in life, and how I feel like I’m holding on to it right now, each and every time that I hug you goodbye.
I could write you a letter and drop it in the mail. I could perch beneath your window and hold up signs, signs that say I’m falling in love with you. I could have a plane fly overhead, with a banner that screams I love you.
Or…..I could just do it my way.
I could wait for rain, and on that evening, I could take you with me, to a building. A balcony, where we’d be on top of the world, and we’d kiss in the rain, cleansed of our past, and ready for our future.
A spectacle, on a building, during rush hour traffic, but slightly before dusk. And as the rain passes, I’d point to the horizon, where a rainbow lights up the misty sky, and I could ask you if you believe in treasure, the type that lasts a lifetime, and lives in your heart.
I could ask you to embark on a journey. An adventure, where we’d hold hands, and neither of us would ever let go. I could tell you of my love for you, not just for your beauty, but for the very foundations, that even allow love to exist. Your voice, your touch, your kiss, your character, and your skillful ability, to push me to be a better person, every minute, of every hour.
And as the last of the evenings light faded, it would bring night, to our first moments as lovers. And I’d stand behind you, with my arms wrapped around you, our eyes both focused on the same horizon, that lay millions of miles in front of us. And before that night ended, I’d engrave your place on my heart, that would last forever.
And when we lay down in bed, I’d kiss your lips, and thank God for the miracle he gave me, And you’d fall asleep before me, and I’d kiss your forehead before I fell asleep. Morning would bring light, to the first day of our new life, and my happiness would hope you became my wife.
And although our love was our first gift, we’d join hands in marriage, in front of all those that believed in us, and as our love and careers progressed, we’d settle into a house that we’d make a home, and no matter the route life took us, we’d never be alone.
And as the very miracle that brought us together, God’s miracles would give our life another, in the form of a daughter, that started our family, and the mere birth of this baby girl, brought our hands even closer to heaven, as they wrapped around her.
And contrary to the rising statistics of divorce, our love would grow stronger with each passing year, because we believe in love, and we cherish it, protect it, hold onto it, and value it.
But this is all just a dream. It isn’t reality. We haven’t stood on that balcony. We haven’t kissed in the rain. We haven’t joined hands or hearts. We haven’t spoke words of love.
But that doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen. And it’s that very dream that I’ll chase. Until the day it happens.
And we stand on that balcony. And we kiss in the rain. And we join hands and hearts. And we speak words of love. And my Valentine, becomes mine.
Cheers, Adam
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
My Valentine: Part I
** I wrote this back in college, years ago. I came across it this week while going through old notebooks. It seemed fitting for my blog this week, since its Called My Valentine: Part I. I wrote 2 of them on back to back days 10 years ago. I will post Part II tomorrow night. They are both COMPLETELY fiction. I was single when I wrote them, it was a creative writing class. so they're written about an "idea" not a real person or situation.
Anticipation. Plagued on my mind. My world. Revolving around that look, in your eyes.
Can I see you?
I want to see you.
I need to see you.
I have to see you.
I won’t ask you anything. You don’t have to say a word. Just look in my eye. Hold on to my hand. And I’ll know, if this is the only place you want to be. I won’t ask for anything. Just sit with me. Lay with me. Watch the stars with me. Now take a deep breath. Close your eyes. And kiss me.
Kiss me smooth.
Kiss me true.
Kiss me with all of you.
Rest your head on my chest. Rest your hands in my hands. Forget about the stress of today. Just lay here with me.
Beneath the stars. On this grass. On this clear night. Before I ask you to be mine.
And I tremble before I talk. I told you I wouldn’t ask for anything. And I can’t do it.
I won’t do it. But I want you. To be with you. To hold you. To kiss you. And to keep you.
Will you be mine? I can’t ask you. I won’t ask you. Is this something you might want? You may change your mind later. But tonight, let me know you want me. As badly as I want to be with you. Let us connect hands and hearts. And let us chase this life together.
Tell you what…
Let me tell you about my week….
How my heart is consumed by you…
And how it all connects back to you….
On Monday, I sit in class. I focus on my professor. But my heart thinks of you. My heart beats for you. My heart wants so badly. To be next to you.
On Tuesday, I study in the library. Alone. On the 4th floor. So I can focus on my studies.
My mind shifts from finance. And is eventually consumed by you.
On Wednesday, we free write poetry. In my literature class for an hour. It’s the most amazing hour of my week. My notebook is surrounded. By words that describe my feelings for you. This notebook becomes more to me. For it holds feelings I long to show you.
On Thursdays, I walk in the park after class. I pass couples holding hands. And my heart races to be with you. I walk peacefully alone. And wonder how to tell you. My feelings are growing for you.
On Fridays I work late at the bar. I look at happy faces and sad faces. I see people kissing and flirting. And hoping to find someone. With the same amazing qualities. That I’ve found in you.
On Saturday, I see you out with your girls. My heart pounds, and my knees feel weak.
I feel sweat and heat come over me. I try to play it cool, but I’m in love with you. I smile. I embrace your hug. And I watch you walk out that door.
On Sundays, my day is pretty slow. I stay home and relax and work on math. Every time my phone rings. My heart skips a beat, wondering if it’s you. And before my week is over. And the new one will soon begin. I turn out the lights to crawl into bed. And as I lay my head to my pillow. My phone sounds off with a text message. And I read it. Out loud. Over and over.
Adam, I miss you. I was just thinking about you. Well, I’m always thinking about you.
Look, I can’t hold this back any longer. I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you look at me. The way you treat me. The way you touch my hands.
The way you kiss me. I’m falling in love with you.
A tear forms in my eyes. I’ve lived everyday with integrity. So one day I could embrace.
A moment just like this.
I reply to her message:
I feel this too. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to be with you.
And she replies to me:
Adam, I’m going to fall asleep with a smile. Can I call you in the morning? Never mind, can I come over right now? Can I see you? I want to see you. I need to see you. I have to see you.
And I reply to her:
I’ll be up when you get here. Standing beneath the streetlight. Waiting to hold your hand.
And when you get here. Don’t speak a word. Just kiss me. And hand me forever.
And so on that night began their story. Two hearts once beaten on different paths.
Collecting as one beneath the moonlight. True hearts connecting their treasure, In each other’s arms tonight and forever.
Cheers, Adam
Anticipation. Plagued on my mind. My world. Revolving around that look, in your eyes.
Can I see you?
I want to see you.
I need to see you.
I have to see you.
I won’t ask you anything. You don’t have to say a word. Just look in my eye. Hold on to my hand. And I’ll know, if this is the only place you want to be. I won’t ask for anything. Just sit with me. Lay with me. Watch the stars with me. Now take a deep breath. Close your eyes. And kiss me.
Kiss me smooth.
Kiss me true.
Kiss me with all of you.
Rest your head on my chest. Rest your hands in my hands. Forget about the stress of today. Just lay here with me.
Beneath the stars. On this grass. On this clear night. Before I ask you to be mine.
And I tremble before I talk. I told you I wouldn’t ask for anything. And I can’t do it.
I won’t do it. But I want you. To be with you. To hold you. To kiss you. And to keep you.
Will you be mine? I can’t ask you. I won’t ask you. Is this something you might want? You may change your mind later. But tonight, let me know you want me. As badly as I want to be with you. Let us connect hands and hearts. And let us chase this life together.
Tell you what…
Let me tell you about my week….
How my heart is consumed by you…
And how it all connects back to you….
On Monday, I sit in class. I focus on my professor. But my heart thinks of you. My heart beats for you. My heart wants so badly. To be next to you.
On Tuesday, I study in the library. Alone. On the 4th floor. So I can focus on my studies.
My mind shifts from finance. And is eventually consumed by you.
On Wednesday, we free write poetry. In my literature class for an hour. It’s the most amazing hour of my week. My notebook is surrounded. By words that describe my feelings for you. This notebook becomes more to me. For it holds feelings I long to show you.
On Thursdays, I walk in the park after class. I pass couples holding hands. And my heart races to be with you. I walk peacefully alone. And wonder how to tell you. My feelings are growing for you.
On Fridays I work late at the bar. I look at happy faces and sad faces. I see people kissing and flirting. And hoping to find someone. With the same amazing qualities. That I’ve found in you.
On Saturday, I see you out with your girls. My heart pounds, and my knees feel weak.
I feel sweat and heat come over me. I try to play it cool, but I’m in love with you. I smile. I embrace your hug. And I watch you walk out that door.
On Sundays, my day is pretty slow. I stay home and relax and work on math. Every time my phone rings. My heart skips a beat, wondering if it’s you. And before my week is over. And the new one will soon begin. I turn out the lights to crawl into bed. And as I lay my head to my pillow. My phone sounds off with a text message. And I read it. Out loud. Over and over.
Adam, I miss you. I was just thinking about you. Well, I’m always thinking about you.
Look, I can’t hold this back any longer. I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you look at me. The way you treat me. The way you touch my hands.
The way you kiss me. I’m falling in love with you.
A tear forms in my eyes. I’ve lived everyday with integrity. So one day I could embrace.
A moment just like this.
I reply to her message:
I feel this too. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to be with you.
And she replies to me:
Adam, I’m going to fall asleep with a smile. Can I call you in the morning? Never mind, can I come over right now? Can I see you? I want to see you. I need to see you. I have to see you.
And I reply to her:
I’ll be up when you get here. Standing beneath the streetlight. Waiting to hold your hand.
And when you get here. Don’t speak a word. Just kiss me. And hand me forever.
And so on that night began their story. Two hearts once beaten on different paths.
Collecting as one beneath the moonlight. True hearts connecting their treasure, In each other’s arms tonight and forever.
Cheers, Adam
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Cost vs. Reward
I watched an interview this evening on facing adversity, cutting losses, and remembering what is left in FRONT of you, undiscovered yet.
This was by far the most moving quote from one of the participants.
"You put a price... On every decision you make. And when the situation gets more expensive than the price you gave it, you get out.... " -Dave Chappelle
I cant even explain why, I love this so much. I just...do.
This was by far the most moving quote from one of the participants.
"You put a price... On every decision you make. And when the situation gets more expensive than the price you gave it, you get out.... " -Dave Chappelle
I cant even explain why, I love this so much. I just...do.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Hadley Win's
Little Hadley thought it would be funny to lock me outside during Ben and Elise's Super Bowl Party. I was trying to be civil with her through the window...but she wouldnt give in.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Anonymous
Sigh...
I think...
and I think...
I think...
and I think...
And I write,
with intimate words that let your mind infiltrate mine.
Guard dogs that stand
down when I write, it's your eyes examining my heart. My life, my mind, served
to you on a platter to soak up, or spit out. And I fear ridicule, but not as
much as I fear a life of keeping my mouth shut. So words spill, emotions come
out, the dam gets breached by built up feelings pushing their way out. And you
think it’s okay to tell me what I NEED to write about???
Blasted for what I say...
Blasted for what I say...
Blasted for who I'm not, if I'm going under the
microscope I'm going to at least do what I want. I don't ask you to read my
words, it's YOUR curiosity that brings you to my yard. If this stuff is tough
to swallow, then puke it up and don't come back. This is my blog. And the only
part of you allowed here is your mind while you read MY words. If this is too
much for you then just stay away.
I don't seek
pity, because I'm NOT UNHAPPY...
I don't seek hope, because I live with faith. I
sound off when you sound off about my intentions, until you learn to shut up or
just go away. While you spend minutes telling me how I should manage my page,
precious moments are lost that you could be fixing YOUR own brain. I'm healthy,
happy, smart, and honest, and if I thought I was living in the past I wouldn't
have people viewing, reading, and COMING BACK to a page with little or no
value.
So the next
time...
You want to ridicule me, on MY turf, maybe be a little more generic so you
don't look so jealous. You spoke softly, with ignorant undertones, envy
spilling out the sides of your condescending mouth as you tried to disguise the angel you
aren't. My blog wasn't written to appease anyone's mind but mine, I feel bad
that you get hung up on someone that wanted nothing to do with you.
At least when
I talk about my past...
It's with people I actually shared my time with, rather than
someone that told me no. Jealousy and envy are disgusting traits that eat the
soul, if you were confident about who you were you wouldn't care that a man
told you no. I find it humorous that I took the time to write about you. The
next time you want to fix something, start with YOUR brain, not my blog.
If my blog truly
caused you slivers and snakes...
You wouldn’t come here to read about me and make
that mistake. After you read a couple of
these, you know what to expect from me. You start to understand my mind, and
relate to my heart, but If you don’t get it, then it’s not my job to help you
understand. Find a blog that talks about gardening and knitting and requires
little understanding. I don’t write to relate to the senseless, I write to connect
with humans. I can breathe silk, or I can spit fire, so I suggest you NOT
challenge the reasons I CHOOSE to write.
If you can
truly tell me...
After reading my words that you’ve wasted your time, then ya, I’m
not for you, and your ears are not the right audience for me. Your comment was PURE deceptive manipulation
in its finest form…and just think, if you put that energy back into your OWN
life, you might actually find a gentleman that’s willing to take you out….get
whole with yourself. That’s when others will be attracted to you.
Here’s a
cheers, to "Anonymous."
May the blessings of growth and understanding enter you,
and guide you to a life of happiness, where the decisions YOU make, are more
important than the decisions you want others around you to make.
God Bless,
and Take Care.
Adam
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