tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9808036894952935682012-02-16T16:45:27.168-08:00Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-23434211062237821392009-10-20T10:06:00.000-07:002009-10-20T10:13:25.895-07:00<div>I know where i've been</div><div>no need to keep reminiscing</div><div>i aim to move forward</div><div>yet you hold me back</div><div>i have grand plans</div><div>now, thanks to you,</div><div>i know exactly what can go wrong</div><div>just like the dead skin on my finger</div><div>time to cut you free</div><div>But could you handle</div><div>the medicine you fed my blood</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-2343421106223782139?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-16337033146060421892009-10-06T17:47:00.000-07:002009-10-06T17:48:10.462-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; ">"If I should die this very moment<br />I wouldnt fear<br />For Ive never known completeness<br />Like being here<br />Wrapped in the warmth of you<br />Loving every breath of you<br />Still in my heart this moment<br />Or it might burst<br />Could we stay right here<br />Until the end of time until the earth stops turning<br />Wanna love you until the seas run dry<br />Ive found the one Ive waited for"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-1633703314606042189?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-60711921567661516702009-08-07T19:55:00.000-07:002009-08-07T20:00:59.808-07:00tired, bored and at the table<div>finally broke down, ordered cable</div><div>The couch beacons, it calls my name</div><div>watch that movie again, kinda lame</div><div>too tired to eat, to hungry to sleep</div><div>i'd order in, but you know, i'm cheap</div><div>enter every room, i groan</div><div>floating around, i'm set on roam</div><div>so much space for one soul</div><div>dog's at it again, diggin his hole</div><div>should take him out for his nightly stroll</div><div>but first, i must add water to his bowl</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-6071192156766151670?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-50447859863194974512009-08-04T21:01:00.000-07:002009-08-04T21:45:25.844-07:00<div>I feel the pressure from the heat</div><div>i step to the edge and i dive in</div>Too scared to jump in, around you go<div>the safe way in, first your toe<br /><div>slow to the hips, now your in</div><div>Within minutes we reach our destination</div><div>with dripping hair our teeth reflect the sun</div><div>took you long enough, but now we can enjoy</div><div>our purpose down the dock</div><div>hand in hand, fingers locked</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-5044785986319497451?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-31035570196934538322009-06-11T19:59:00.001-07:002009-06-11T20:07:15.079-07:00Sleepless days and restless nights<div>Leading me up to the special flight</div><div>Up above the clouds, oh so white</div><div>The door opens, i fill with fright</div><div>10,000 feet is a beautiful sight</div><div><br /></div><div>Never thought is was something i'd do</div><div>Then it all changed, i met you</div><div>Strapped in we left the plane</div><div>Falling headfirst should be insane</div><div>120mph no slowing down</div><div>Jumpsuit, hat, goggles...... chute?</div><div>he has it, on his back</div><div>Pull the cord, taught goes the slack</div><div>Round and round, more fun t be had</div><div>You, this day, makes me glad</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-3103557019693453832?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-70268939677306920262009-05-13T21:59:00.000-07:002009-05-13T22:12:12.590-07:00Sleepy time is here again<div>Need to open my eyes</div><div>can't find my damn pen</div><div><br /></div><div>Write something witty </div><div>maybe something smart</div><div>blank sheet, what a pity</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-7026893967730692026?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-62457071307936285702009-05-09T16:14:00.000-07:002009-05-09T16:24:10.816-07:00The cracks in the floor slowly fill<div>As these feelings come against my will</div><div>I want to open this can to let them out</div><div>and dance around, scream and shout</div><div>You put the sun in my skies, the moon i my eyes</div><div>the joy is so great it makes me cry</div><div>As i hold your hand it feels great</div><div>not letting go as i head to the cemetery gates</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-6245707130793628570?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-55207057137152941162009-04-24T20:38:00.000-07:002009-04-24T20:40:12.692-07:00They're showing, these hairs<div>I have to, i'm sorry</div><div>The need to be seen</div><div>just to prove the point.</div><div>Yes, they're my balls,</div><div>My manhood now proven</div><div>So gimme the damn loan</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-5520705713715294116?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-3096863955398990772009-03-02T21:11:00.000-08:002009-03-02T21:41:30.306-08:00You turned and took your second look<div>which reminds me, i need a new book</div><div>Cause there i was, thought we had it made</div><div>but alas i sensed it, our connection, began to fade</div><div><br /></div><div>i paused a second, for the truth</div><div>and there it was, that Baby Ruth</div><div>clinging to me like a magnet to lead</div><div>my face lid up, matching my peppers,</div><div>they were red</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-309686395539899077?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-14498364824381086072009-02-18T15:01:00.000-08:002009-02-18T15:05:03.547-08:00You wanted a birthday poem<div>So here it is</div><div>Something to make you feel special</div><div>On your special day</div><div>You can have it, just your way</div><div>I can tell you how beautiful you are</div><div>Maybe recollect on that thing you did for me</div><div>List the songs that remind me of you?</div><div>Don't worry, it will all be in there</div><div>After all this IS your birthday poem.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday C, you better be smiling!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-1449836482438108607?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-69297072895234983192009-02-15T13:06:00.000-08:002009-02-15T13:36:14.145-08:00Blown away, from the way things transpire<div>get home, bare foot, my socks were on fire</div><div>Couldn't feel the chill, or the ground</div><div>Tied up, the ceiling's where i'm bound</div><div>My eyes are heavy, bags are growing</div><div>I can feel the peace, it comes with knowing</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-6929707289523498319?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-17404459162056392972009-02-10T20:57:00.000-08:002009-02-10T21:00:19.824-08:00as i find myself climbing to the top once again<div>i can feel the pain flow through me</div><div>it starts in my arms and slowly</div><div>like a wave, moves to my legs</div><div>i have to let go, again.</div><div>but this time you're there</div><div>to catch me before i fall.</div><div>This feeling of trust is something new</div><div>and for that, i thank you</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-1740445916205639297?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-91646646390259209092009-02-07T11:52:00.000-08:002009-02-07T12:14:34.979-08:00Top 5 songs killin my ipod:<br /><br />1. The Thinner Runs Through Her- Boilermaker<br /><br />2. Almost Crimes- Broken Social Scene <br /><br /><div>3. The Post- Dinosaur Jr.<br /><br />4. Stockholm Syndrome- Yo La Tengo<div><br /><div><div><div>5. The Chills- Peter Bjorn and John</div><div><br /></div><div>ps. check out Thorns of Life.....blakes gotta new band ;)<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-9164664639025920909?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-51914222417255656272009-02-05T21:28:00.000-08:002009-02-05T21:32:40.220-08:00You waltzed on in<br />With your scissors in hand<br />Clipped these wings<br />didn't want me to soar<br />We built a nest<br />Yet you couldn't take it<br />So i had to set you free<br />My wings now healed<br />Off i soar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-5191422241725565627?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-37698464232574698052009-02-01T10:57:00.000-08:002009-02-01T11:00:59.704-08:00Happiness is an illusion, but so is its opposite<br />It takes work, happiness<br />So what are the guidelines?<br />That depends, its all perspective.<br />But as i wonder whether or not i am happy<br />I notice i must be<br />I stand at the center of my circle,<br />Surrounded by smiles.<br />I make others happy, therefore i am!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-3769846423257469805?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-48607463859511401902009-01-25T14:58:00.000-08:002009-01-26T16:09:01.800-08:00as simple of an action as it was<br />its complexities are abundant<br />the energy shared overwhelms<br />yet it comforts, it soothes <br />it's a favorite of mine<br />almost needs to be a pastime<br />so when the urge comes again<br />feel free to drop me a line<br />hesitation is the only crime<br />your place or mine?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-4860746385951140190?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-79236439182801286032009-01-18T14:23:00.001-08:002009-01-18T14:25:10.839-08:00Everyones crazy, not just you, nor me<br />Every story ends in a period<br />Some one, some three<br />Open your heart<br />and you will see<br />what good the world brings<br />both you and me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-7923643918280128603?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-3388475895078202272009-01-12T17:20:00.000-08:002009-01-12T17:28:42.836-08:00I feel like i need to rush<br />like life is passing me by<br />But everywhere i turn<br />i'm at the front of the line<br />There's no need to rush<br />Life will happen regardless<br />of how hard you try<br />Judgement comes from those<br />who stand with a different perspective<br />They forget that a bleeding heart <br />needs to heal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-338847589507820227?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-42910715773162630052009-01-11T12:34:00.000-08:002009-01-11T12:38:57.912-08:00My heart, it beats in solitary unison<br />A constant solo, its beat creates a rhythm<br />One that calls for an ear<br />To listen for an algorithm <br />It's what this heart does best<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-4291071577316263005?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-55489447126158368752009-01-07T22:45:00.000-08:002009-01-07T22:55:58.043-08:00I wonder why they say what they say<br />we have to this or that way<br />Who says you are lonely alone?<br />What gave them the right<br />to speak from the throne<br />All that is missed is physical<br />Its yearning only crept up recently<br />like a spider in the night<br />hitting when i least expect it<br />Acceptance is the greatest cure<br />it resonates a feeling so pure<br />We aren't who we are<br />we are who we want to be<br /><br /><br />ps. i am getting a kick out of this<br />social experience called life. I am <br />amused at all the reactions in <br />everyday life, mostly mine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-5548944712615836875?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-68208175171023802342009-01-01T23:06:00.000-08:002009-01-01T23:09:18.793-08:00We are constantly sold items <br />that provide convenience and time.<br />What do we do with this time?<br />Buy more items to waste time with.<br />Am i wasting time writing this?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-6820817517102380234?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-55812664044673366282008-12-29T15:29:00.000-08:002008-12-29T15:36:55.615-08:00The end is near, of yet another year<br />this one past taught lessons anew<br />made me do things i thought i'd never do<br />i grew a pair, with much despair<br />and kicked you to the curb<br />Then i made a few new ones<br />one was no better, while the rest are keepers<br />for them i am grateful<br />my heart abounds with joy<br />when i think of these new peeps<br />and its been many a moon since thats happened<br />The new year brings new goals<br />to be silenced like last<br />just don't hate me because i have goals<br />or i have dreams, after all<br />its why life is worth living<br />for the lucky ones, you may get a hug<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-5581266404467336628?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-82328709257467978972008-12-28T00:55:00.000-08:002008-12-28T01:01:02.191-08:00You gave me chills and i froze,<br />i wanted to say that i can wait<br />but preservatives have never agreed<br />so they will die, on a shelf with all the rest. <br />Keep moving forward to keep the balance<br />but i really want to trip on you!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-8232870925746797897?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-37130870109622893302008-12-23T22:43:00.000-08:002008-12-23T22:48:08.260-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_ljbergd68/SVHbG3gJE5I/AAAAAAAAACU/Lc-7WAvZm2w/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g_ljbergd68/SVHbG3gJE5I/AAAAAAAAACU/Lc-7WAvZm2w/s200/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283244748906763154" /></a><br />I found my true love today.<br />It came in the shape of a tree<br />A partridge and a pear.<br />So beautiful, yet offered no response.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-3713087010962289330?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-19047623974047563742008-12-22T11:39:00.000-08:002008-12-22T12:03:59.434-08:00As snowflakes fall and cover this land<br />Memories hide below this false blanket<br />reminders of the agony one brings<br />all caused from expectation<br />but the movement continues.<br />Always forward, never back<br />Its time to clear a path to make my way<br />so i can get through to another day<br />and make better memories<br />just so they can get covered again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-1904762397404756374?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-57590698813642178482008-12-12T16:12:00.000-08:002008-12-13T18:03:11.222-08:00Can't you tell by my stare that i want to close on in and share some air!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-5759069881364217848?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-2514383043204132312008-12-02T15:31:00.000-08:002008-12-02T15:49:38.496-08:00As i approach the cemetery gates, i see, they are narrow.<br />Thankfully i carry little baggage, i also walk alone.<br />Yet there is room beside me to fit through, but i have<br />yet to find someone who can keep up.<br />Most fall behind or slip because of the baggage they carry.<br /><br />Lost love is still love,<br />It just takes on a different form<br />MEMORY<br />It becomes your new partner<br />Thus nurture it, hold it, dance with it<br />Life has to end, Love doesn't<br /><br />ps. be thankful for all that has past, as it makes you who you are today<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-251438304320413231?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-50541131953743487472008-12-01T15:42:00.000-08:002008-12-01T18:30:11.697-08:00How can one find spiritual synchronicity using a machine made by man?<br />Time is relative, to a machine? Your number association is as falsely used as religion. <br />When you build a house, wouldn't you use a ruler of equal measure?<br />Time and dates are not produced using equal measures. <br />Thus the trauma and drama in your life.<br />Balance between physical and spiritual is found by removing the need for time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-5054113195374348747?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-14816043836577666832008-11-22T00:27:00.001-08:002009-01-07T22:44:54.603-08:00This head rush is pleasing<br />but now i am just weezing<br />too big a drag, an now i'm reeling<br />with it comes this easy fealing<br />Didn't think there'd come a day<br />when tobacco would come my way<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-1481604383657766683?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-18173782928930051192008-11-08T10:48:00.000-08:002008-11-08T10:57:19.213-08:00Assumptions come and go,<br />but choosing ignorance<br />is your way, ya know?<br />The truth will set you free,<br />at least thats whats said<br />and it's working for me,<br />You threw away a love,<br />a month before it was due<br />but thanks, i see the dove,<br />I'm not scared to be wrong<br />its been like that<br />for me, all along<br />You, ignore the truth, <br />just to be right.<br /><br />Now i'm glad this is done.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-1817378292893005119?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-29397371622085401982008-11-07T17:40:00.000-08:002008-11-22T00:19:21.138-08:00Chamomile tea, lemon and honey<br />removes my belly from the funny<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-2939737162208540198?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-86710019914737990112008-10-29T16:41:00.000-07:002008-10-29T16:43:48.535-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYa3nZ5UYRY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYa3nZ5UYRY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-8671001991473799011?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-87457581956043813972008-10-27T22:08:00.000-07:002008-10-27T22:17:42.780-07:00My wall is great<br />My wall is grand<br />You can't see my wall<br />From where you stand<br /><br />You ask why i'm so bitter,<br />I ask why you're so vain.<br />I have this wall<br />It's built out of pain.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-8745758195604381397?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-84750811625088146102008-10-26T09:56:00.000-07:002008-10-26T10:02:02.962-07:00Halloween is here and the haunting is gone<br />I can smile as i sing along<br />To the sweet sounds at last<br />The new tunes cranked full blast<br />At awe with the way it moves<br />all them folkie grooves<br />Hold me close like a sweet caress <br />It all started from a new BS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-8475081162508814610?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-70684573111307297532008-10-25T10:51:00.000-07:002008-11-22T00:18:28.986-08:00Is there a course for the meaning of life?<br />Or is there a meaning?<br />You live the meaning, we are all examples<br />of what it is to be alive<br />But to think there is a right way and a wrong way<br />is the cause of death itself<br />There is no right and no wrong<br />we just have to get along<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-7068457311130729753?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-62770393985530108112008-10-22T16:31:00.001-07:002008-10-25T08:36:57.789-07:00Got a new view of sanity<br />Only after the long view<br />of the insane has completed<br />The only sane human left<br />is locked in a padded room<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-6277039398553010811?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-696192212382754092008-10-19T22:45:00.000-07:002008-10-19T22:49:10.380-07:00Its just a line of crumbs that will lead you to me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-69619221238275409?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-21035967236699302502008-10-18T13:12:00.000-07:002008-10-18T13:13:17.720-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7ib1P8SjK0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7ib1P8SjK0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-2103596723669930250?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-22709124456728624302008-10-16T21:58:00.000-07:002008-10-16T22:41:05.791-07:00There is no rush, it's not like i need to get to work<br />I know you are there, and when we collide<br />the earth will shake, for something so grand<br />can't be ignored, can't be denied, just collide<br />like two protons in neutral territory<br />One day you will see, as will i<br />what the meaning of love is<br />Writing love letters in the snow<br />Not even the rain can wash it away<br />For its energy runs eternally<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-2270912445672862430?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-38381285904401472932008-10-13T22:11:00.000-07:002008-10-19T14:53:48.970-07:00I travel through this journey on path alone<br />i met you and thought i found a pair<br />We held hands and continued on<br />until one day i hit that stump<br />fell and scraped my knee<br />i lay in waiting for an outstretched hand<br />it never came<br />instead it continued on by your side.<br />i am now on my feet, all dusted off<br />going down my own path again<br />i can see the flowers and the bees<br />their beauty moves me<br />i am happy with what i see<br />For now i know its me<br />that holds the key to my destiny<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-3838128590440147293?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-36527544705107929112008-10-13T11:47:00.000-07:002008-10-13T11:55:17.987-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_ljbergd68/SPOYbeIcy7I/AAAAAAAAACM/kO1TdxWMmbw/s1600-h/IMG_5336.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g_ljbergd68/SPOYbeIcy7I/AAAAAAAAACM/kO1TdxWMmbw/s320/IMG_5336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256712787783895986" /></a><br /><br />Got my coffee and now i'm set,<br />A little Godiva, dark chocolate <br />And my pipe. Flip open the book<br />Now this is the way to spend your day<br />As my fire burns and sparks<br />I can now see it only needs me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-3652754470510792911?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-46690099109747636192008-10-12T15:30:00.000-07:002008-10-12T15:33:21.415-07:00i spent the day wading through the debris<br />crap left behind from a life lived long ago<br />non of this matters, i can pick up these shattered pieces<br />throw them into a box and store them until<br />that day comes again, when i need to sort through <br />my past to find meaning in this day i live<br />tomorrow i will awake to find that cold spot on my bed<br />i wish i could let the dog up, he knows the meaning<br />of unconditional.<br />Until the day i find anew, i will ponder and stew.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-4669009910974763619?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-17631696068253088372008-10-12T13:04:00.000-07:002008-11-22T00:24:02.164-08:00Today's the day we give thanks<br />For all that we have, its great<br />I am especially thankful<br />for the people in my life<br />All those that bring me joy<br />and the ones that bring me grief<br />For without them i would be lost<br />I am also thankful for where i live<br />as i get to do as i wish<br /><br />Grassy Ass<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-1763169606825308837?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-41184328793412420952008-10-11T01:25:00.000-07:002008-10-11T01:31:26.099-07:00My biggest problem in life is i usually see people for who they are<br />Its tough to get through this, as i find that most of what hold people back<br />are simple little EGO based traits. People at their base level are brilliant<br />But you only get this when they are traumatized<br />Otherwise its in human nature to build oneself up to a level that <br />no one else will ever match. The only people they surround themselves with<br />are people who agree with them. Yes men they say. I will not say<br />i have no ego, but i am fully aware when my ego is at play.<br />Most are not. You are not better than i, and i am not better than you<br />It's all about the learning experience.<br />Teach and learn<br /><br />It's that simple<br /><br />muah!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-4118432879341242095?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-68801555851898395812008-10-09T18:36:00.000-07:002008-10-10T16:36:59.536-07:00Its a front can't you see. An armor that protects me.<br />Nothing more, nothing less. But for it's reasons are yours to guess<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-6880155585189839581?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-87736101989720920552008-10-06T22:56:00.000-07:002008-10-06T23:08:35.633-07:00I wonder if the roses notice. <br />They could be busy too.<br />Or are we really busy?<br />We have yesterday in our back pocket<br />and tomorrow on the calender<br />But today i have roses.<br />Wanna smell?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-8773610198972092055?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-66931697171540825882008-10-05T10:47:00.000-07:002008-10-05T10:52:22.146-07:00As my past regrets would haunt, i thought it was me doing wrong. But as i look at the path i travelled all i see is beauty. It is now known that i have done as i intended. These are not regrets no more, but a mission accomplished. These pieces that were broken are now better off than when they started. Time to walk a new path where nothing needs fixing, to ease the burden i have placed on this heart.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-6693169717154082588?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-71231762569189179182008-10-03T16:53:00.000-07:002008-10-03T16:58:59.172-07:00"Calamities have opened my heart and <br />Tears have cleansed my eyes, and<br />Errors have taught me the language<br />Of the hearts"<br /><br />A snippet from Kahlil Gibran's "Leave me, My Blamer" poem.<br /><br />IMO the most sighted writer to have graced my eyes and ears.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-7123176256918917918?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-51441454930074875832008-10-02T15:03:00.000-07:002008-10-02T15:09:56.855-07:00Sitting here i feel the pain<br />of this October rain<br />it rolls away in a stream<br />to a place far from here<br />the cycle will start over again<br />and soon it will be resurrected<br />white fluffy lovely snow<br />that makes you smile <br />while causing grief<br />till it melts away<br />into a stream<br />to start the cycle over again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-5144145493007487583?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-67925720591055673822008-10-01T16:20:00.001-07:002008-10-01T16:22:52.686-07:00Pulled this one out of the journal from a couple months back......<br /><br /><br />You held me down to see your eyes<br />Within them i despise<br />The beauty that lies inside<br />It holds me tight to solid ground<br />Except i could see no one around<br />To give me the breathe that i desired<br />Filling my sails is what's required<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-6792572059105567382?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-9936723816664917392008-09-30T19:40:00.000-07:002008-09-30T19:47:29.637-07:00I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have everyone love you<br />Would it be the greatest thing in the world?<br />I highly doubt it, as with those feelings come the expectations<br />Love is not unconditional, you have to give something up for it<br />You would be empty if everyone loved you. <br />Or would their love fill your soul so you could arise to the expectations <br />And prove what it is you have to bring.<br />This is the lesson that must be learned<br />As its failure will torment your soul<br />Unless of course you are lucky enough to find that one unconditional love<br />Then that is all you will need to complete your soul.<br />Love is truly the fuel that burns inside everyone of us<br />And its what drives me. My love for all.<br />If our are lucky enough to read this<br />Let it be known that you are thought of often.<br />And hold a special place in my heart and soul<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-993672381666491739?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-15018651659363223322008-09-30T17:39:00.000-07:002008-09-30T17:40:36.142-07:00very fitting in this day, listen to the lyrics....brilliant IMO anyways<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvNI-EKGubo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvNI-EKGubo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-1501865165936322332?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-8654014249839997682008-09-27T10:15:00.000-07:002008-09-27T10:20:20.070-07:00I awake at the edge of winter<br />to these new feelings of relief<br />that flow upon me like the rain<br />they fill my soul with the saturated <br />feeling of completion<br />flowing down my soul<br />to my feet and into the gutter<br />with everything else<br />if only i could have one thing,<br />just a pinch,<br />so i can rise from this dream and awake<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-865401424983999768?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-43464493965387731342008-09-21T15:18:00.000-07:002008-09-21T15:19:06.937-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9eWowko2Fc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t9eWowko2Fc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-4346449396538773134?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-88268744012844233292008-09-15T18:45:00.000-07:002008-09-15T18:56:59.976-07:00Drudging through the depths of another day, i often stop and say,<br />What will it take to bring this joy i give to everyone,<br />I see the smiles, i feel the love, yet i'm not yet done,<br />Searching for that piece i need to be complete,<br />with my luck it's right here under my seat,<br />So its time to get up and move, take control,<br />And get this life on a roll,<br />The past is there right behind,<br />Its not moving so i'll be fine<br />Can see the road ahead and its bright as the sun<br />I get excited as i realize that its full of fun<br />These new peeps who lift me up are here to stay<br />Cause its bout time i learn to say<br />the things i need to cover my ass<br />cause in the past i've been shown no class.<br />No more rhyming i mean it<br />anybody want a peanut<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-8826874401284423329?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-80445083880799151942008-09-08T16:17:00.000-07:002008-09-08T16:34:42.434-07:00I just want to run, but why? It was so much fun<br />We laughed we cried, but did we even try?<br />Now i'm left walking alone, thinking of what is gone.<br />I run and dive down this slope, cause all thats left is hope.<br />So one day i can put this to rest, And stop taking everything in jest.<br /><br />Jest, now thats a good one.<br /><br /><br />If you're reading this you must know,<br />It's my life and i need to grow,<br />I know you're here for me,<br />Just that thought brings me glee,<br />Now that only leaves one thing left to do,<br />P.S. I love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-8044508388079915194?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-10515080809489650492008-09-02T20:39:00.001-07:002008-09-02T20:51:39.236-07:00I am here, waiting for my life to begin. My kindness is my only anchor. It's time to raise anchor and set sail on my solo journey. It will be there to remind me of who i am and who i was. But it will never stop me from reaching my destination. <br /><br />Destination......unknown. <br /><br />Within my sails sings the sound of the most beautiful breeze. A breeze that has touched the souls of every one it meets. Its effect is great joy. And with this joy is a fulfillment of a heart that has forever been forsaken. With this i offer my grace to you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-1051508080948965049?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-37813196540096490892008-08-31T11:07:00.000-07:002008-08-31T11:12:08.022-07:00I'm diggin this tune alot right now. Minus the Bear is the band, Knights is the song<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kols9wQQPzs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kols9wQQPzs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-3781319654009649089?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-61091839881022560592008-08-28T19:03:00.000-07:002008-08-28T19:15:30.193-07:00Packed right down in the bowl<br />You wasted time, my life was whole<br /><br />I gave it all but in the end<br />You ran away around the bend<br /><br />To one who made it look better<br />Swooned by a players love letter<br /><br />Such an act would make it easy<br />I never dug girls who were sleazy<br /><br />I'm done with your ungrateful soul<br />Thats why i sit and pack this bowl<br /><br />I hold my lighter firm and lit<br />Stick that in your pipe and smoke it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-6109183988102256059?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-89933726194956225132008-08-26T08:28:00.000-07:002008-08-26T13:40:59.675-07:00Today my heart breaks through the clouds, it sings as it feels the release from an unwanted grasp. Today my heart swings.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-8993372619495622513?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-980803689495293568.post-33255166113617666542008-08-24T16:31:00.000-07:002008-08-24T16:50:09.789-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_ljbergd68/SLHzOfUh9CI/AAAAAAAAABM/dKo3Zev0jss/s1600-h/IMG_0129.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g_ljbergd68/SLHzOfUh9CI/AAAAAAAAABM/dKo3Zev0jss/s320/IMG_0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238235271859926050" border="0" /></a>I can see the shiny signs of winter today.<br /><br />Lots of reflection and wet noise.<br /><br />Feel the cold below your feet.<br /><br />Drip, Drip<br /><br />Drip, Drip<br /><br />Good Bye summer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/980803689495293568-3325516611361766654?l=ponderosapining.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kevhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529513388689906263noreply@blogger.com0