It shouldnt take the life
of someone so appreciative
to realize the appreciation
we all must have for...Life
of someone so appreciative
to realize the appreciation
we all must have for...Life
Rest In Peace
Gone but never forgotten
Our Friend, Our Mentor, Our Inspirataion
Lee Matasi (1981 - 2005 )
Matthew "Lil Man" Martins (1988 - 2005)
Life Goes On...
craziest chalk art ever [/colour]
The love that once was born can not die
For it has become part of us, of our life,
Woven into the very texture of our being.
Each of us would wish to leave some part of ourselves,
So here and now we bear witness to the one we knew in life,
Who now in death bequeaths a subtle part, precious and beloved,
Which will be with us in truth and beauty,
In dignity and courage and love
To the end of our days.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
It's 5:40 am and in about one minute I'm going to watch the sun come up. I don't know if I've ever done that. Anyway, we're going to try to pick things up, and start over. It won't be easy but we're all together again. And I feel good. I'm not sure if this paper is what you wanted, if I hit the social significance or whatever you're looking for. But, for what it's worth, thanks a lot.
So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned. My conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it. Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. Says someone else has already said it best so if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like. "We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic cords of memory will swell when again touched, as they surely will be, by the better angels of our nature."
Of course Mom and Dad didn't want me to come here, they wanted me to be just like them. Respectable, hardworking, a little house, a family. They drove me crazy with their goddamn world Grandma, you know, Mom....I guess I always been sheltered and special. I just wanted to be anonymous like everybody else. Do my share for my country, live up to what Grandpa did in the first war and Dad in the second. Well, here I am anonymous, alright, with guys nobody really cares about. They come from the end of the line most of them. Small towns you never heard of. Palasky Tennessee, Brandon Mississippi, Pork Band Utah, Wallpom Pennsylvania. Two years high school, that's about it. Maybe if there lucky a job waiting for them. They got nothing. They're poor, they're the unwanted, yet they're fighting for our society and our freedom. It's weird, isn't it. They're the bottom of the barrel and they know it. Maybe that's why they call themselves grunts. Cause a grunt can take it, can take anything. They're the best I've ever seen Grandma, they're the Heart and Soul.
Bunch of tough guys. You look like a bunch of fifth grade sissies after a cat fight. You got anger? Thats good, you going to need it. Son, you got aggression? Thats even better. You going to need that to. But any little two year old child can throw a fit. Football is about controlling that anger. Harnissing that aggression into a team effort to achieve perfection. Some coaches cut a player if they think he's not up to snuff, when they think he's hurting the team. This is a public school program. I will never, ever cut a player who comes out to play for me, but when you put that uniform on, that titan uniform, you better come to work. We will be perfect in every aspect of the game. You drop a pass, you run a mile. You miss a blocking assignment, you run a mile. You fumble the football and I will break my foot off in your john-brown hind parts, and then, you will run a mile. Perfection! . . . Let's go to work.[/size]
So if I asked you about art you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written...Michelangelo? (beat) You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that.....If I asked you about women you'd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, and you'd probably--uh--throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love y'probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like! God put an angel on earth just for you...who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it’s like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sittin’ up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I don't see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan right? (Will nods) Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard ! your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
Mom? Dad? You made me do this. I wanted to kill you but I didn't want you dead. How else could I tell you what's on my mind without you interrupting? Mom? How are you singing now if you're dead? Stop it. You used to sing that to me when I couldn't sleep. Stop it, please? Don't I have enough pain? Isn't it tough enough that everybody looks at me like I'm a broken trash bag? Where do I fit in? Where can I go and not have anybody on my back? At school, the teachers are giving this test and that paper, and don't do this, and don't do that. Then I come home, and you always find something I didn't do, and I'm never good enough. I guess I'm just sick of you being disappointed in me all the time.
Remember when you taught me the outfielder's glove, dad, and I caught a high-fly in the Little League championship game and you carried me off the field? Why can't it be like that?
Why's it so easy to talk to you now?
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive -- the risk to be alive and express what we really are.
..Half naked on a couch.. [/size][/sub][/colour]
Fuck life, I want to by a pirate
I followed the map, found the X, dug up the treasure and found her first....
and just like any pirate would do... im going to take her to my death and bury her next to me[/size][/sub]
Nothing Fancy, Nothing Flashy, Nothing Beyond Belief... Just Perfection
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Let's get that young love back...