a poem

- LOVE -
Love, what is it about the word love?
Why does it have such power to make us feel such things?
It can make us feel as low as the dirt, or as high as the sky above.
It can make us feel like we are floating on butterfly wings.

Can you grasp love, can you hold it tight?
How do you know if you are in love, if it is just a word?
Why can it be bad when you try to hold it with all your might?
But if you don't try at all it will fly away like a bird.

So I have a question, if love is so great?
How is it possible for love to breed such hate?

Love has been at the root of all of history's wars.
Love of power, love of god, or love of land.
Love of woman, love of fathers, mothers, sons and daughters.
How is that possible, if love is so grand?

But that is for someone with a wiser head.
How do you know if you are in love, if you have never been before?
I have failed to find the answers in all the books I have read.
Is it something you say, or something you feel deep in your core?

Is it the same for both you and I?
In the end I think that it is all different, but also the same.
When you are truly in love, it is easy to look each other in the eye.
But if you are truly in love it's so easy to hurt, and that is the shame.

By,

Shea

TGIF

Man I love Fridays, what is it about this day that brings smiles to so many? Is it the knowledge of a job well done? Knowing that you in your own way have helped to keep the company going? Another wonderful week of working with your great co-workers?

Or is it that you can take your paycheck and get shit-faced for the next 3 days, and then drag your sorry ass back to work on Tuesday because suckers, we got ourselves a 3 day weekend?

You will have to decide. For me I am already buzzed and hope to not even remember posting this.

HAPPY 4th OF JULY EVERYBODY!!!!!!