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| We didn't even hear a lyric but you already felt the beat
Swagger steppin' through the entrance with that shuffle in your feet
Looking at your face I knew how the night was gonna be
Since day 1 we dubbed you joE SteEZe Words to the song pursed through your lips
Your name added sporadically as the DJ went down his list
God already had grace but now he wanted style
He needed you with him to show him how We were a family going through it all, we took on life as it came
Sharing good times where we found it and the burden of the pain
The memories made are forged with laughter
In due time though my Brother, it'll be happily ever after If any of us weren't around, life wouldn't be right
Each time we laughed was when we lived life
Celebrated our moments of triumph
And the bitterness of life We shared the problems of our lives in the young lives we lead
Hoping to find perspective on our own reality
Life handed us problems, but it was our reality to face them
Trials and tribulations were a test of our courage and limitations God took you early because He knows that we all have an eternity together later on
That's the only thing we hold onto in order to stay strong
I look forward to that day where we're together again
Until then Brother, let's keep it Bang-A-Rang! :) Thanks Joe, for the laughs and relaxation
Therapy and conversation
Help in all its form
But most of all, thanks for being who you are | | |
| Dancing images of alphanumeric script as I slip into a drowsy state
Doing what life entails but it's hard to stay awake
I do parking lot study sessions and 40 mile ventures for knowledge
Cold coffee from a mug that keeps my body charged
The 4 1/2 hour sleep nights is what my body endures
Then I rise as the 5 am moneymaking alarm starts to roar
In one years time the efforts will be everlasting
Give me one years time then call me master | | |
| I wish some things in life were more simple. It'd take out the fear, anxiety, and doubt the lurks within each of us. If boy likes girl and girl likes boy then all psychological chess games would be eliminated. My theory is that although there are more women in the world, they are the ones who have it easier when it comes to finding a mate. The general perception of the male race as a whole is that we're only after one thing. While that perception may hold true to a certain degree, there are some of us out there who are after intimacy, affection, and companionship. Therefore, the "good guys" have to go beyond the realm of possibility to stand out to their respective woman of interest. But there's a backlash to this act which is while all women have a fantasy of being whisked away by a prince charming, they are used to being treated below their standards, therefore, when the "good guy" presents a new demeanor, one of chivalry, kindness, and respect, towards the woman, she doens't know how to react and gets flustered then dismisses him for the next guy who treats her in ways that she's been accustomed. Mr. Nice Guy, my advice to you is to not be too nice, but rather mix in a bit of your inherent male dominance and prehistorically conceived asshole ways in order to attract your woman of interest. -David | | |
| My Girl
She likes it when we're quite, we don't have to say a word
She smiles at me in the distance when all I can see is a blur
She drinks with her pinky out and leaves lipstick on her glass
She dances like no ones watching when there's no music on blast
I enjoy the silence and the glances when we're reading
I smile back then I laugh, but really I was only teasing
I buy her those fruity drinks and she slips money in my pocket
I dance too close to her but I'd rather be watching
She yells and she screams when the ref makes a call
She jumps for joy and hugs me when our team has the ball
She drinks beer then does crunches because she thinks she fat
She makes fun of my clothes saying, "how can you buy that?!"
I say, "shut up" and "please be quite, you're freakin' loud!"
I pick her up when we hug because one of our players just got fouled
I drink the rest of her beer because she can never finish it
I make fun of her back because she said I throw a hissy-fit
She likes to wear dresses and gets gussied up
She puts on lipstick, but never too much
She runs in her heels because she's always late
She blames it on me saying, "we were lost and it was his mistake"
I dress up to match her because she put a lot of time in her appearance
I try to kiss her, but she says, "my makeup...you'll smear it!"
I walk as she runs to get to the restaurant
I say, "it was her fault, she was taking too long!" | | |
| Fate is what you make of it. I don't believe our destinies are mapped out in the stars nor predetermined by a supreme entity. Rather, our fate is chosen by the opportunities we're given and the people we're fortunate enough to encounter. It's ironic, in a sense, to not believe in fate, as defined by most,\ but instead fortune. Well then, if I'm fortunate enough to make the right choices from my opportunities then my fate is sealed by my own willful intentions.
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