This is a family recipe passed down from my grandmother to my mother to me. I made it my “own” by using cinnamon graham crackers instead of original for the crust. The rest goes to the grave!
I am perfect.
Magnify times five and now I am late; occasionally.
To see me five times magnified you must be close to me.
Look even closer, maybe times ten and now I am late often with no repercussions.
Get used to looking at me so close you can’t recognize me any other way.
Always looking, always searching.
Trying in desperation to find the next chink in my golden armor of perfection.
The rest of the world is blinded by the golden light reflected.
But you see the darkness and the shadows.
The distortion created by an unpolished, imperfect reflection.
At times twenty you are only interested in detection.
I am no longer important.
The only thing that matters is the image I emit.
The golden armor that I wear and why you don’t have it.
Piece by piece you rip me apart; stripping my armor from me, thinking somehow you can wear it.
You try on the pieces, they don’t fit.
You try to bend them, they won’t yield.
Never once considering that is was mine, not your shield.
Never realizing I made it myself and if you want armor then you must sacrifice self.
Now I am exposed for who I am.
An imperfect junior Second Class doing the best he can.
Countless hours of creation dismantled in mere seconds when you turn up the magnification.
Now I am as you wished me to be.
Torn, defenseless, have you no clue?
Without my armor, how will I ever be able to defend you?
I had an idea to take a Philly cheese-steak….one of my favorite street foods….and see if I could present it at a 5-star level. I have a seared ribeye smothered in caramelized onions and peppers which were finished with a splash of balsamic and then drenched in melted white american cheese. French bread with olive oil mayo toasted and sauteed carrots on the side.
Leftover spaghetti! Shallot, garlic, thyme sautéed in olive oil. Add sliced bratwurst with some butter and cook until crispy. De-glaze with red wine and cook down. Add tomato paste and chicken broth with oregano, black pepper, bay leaf and simmer. Add grated Parmesan and little bit of cream cheese, mix until smooth. Salt to taste. Serve over pasta with fresh Parmesan and basil on top! Enjoy! Amazing what you can do with no recipe and leftovers…
Carpe Diem. To seize the day. This is the war we wage with time. Striving to suck the marrow out of life with every minute of every hour of every day, because tomorrow is not guaranteed and forever is an empty promise.
You will not find it in your smartphone or your PC, nor your TV or in a movie.
It is in the memories and experiences shared with others. The audacious who venture to endeavors that push the boundaries of comfortable into the realm of adventure!
When we dare to be bold, risking our hearts on the unknown, pursuing love and life with every fiber of our being…we are sharing the gifts bestowed upon us with the world! That is seizing the day. That is Carpe Diem.
Fire is a lady, beautiful, dangerous, unforgiving, all consuming! She is a conqueror of the un-assuming. In her beautiful destruction she is the untamed fury of Mother Earth, rising from the heart of our planet in a churning maelstrom of energy erupted! She is also a creator, a life giver, a recycler. From the ashes of her wrath the Phoenix rises, the green seed sprouts being nourished by the rich soil she has created…breaking through the crust to bask in the light of our fiery sun. She burns in our hearts when we love. She smolders in our hearts when we’ve lost. If abused she will betray you. If respected she will provide for you. Fire is a beautiful, scary, elegant lady.
I am a Sailor thru and thru
I ride the waves of the ocean blue
On a ship made of steel and glue
In the Navy my profession true
But what of my heart? Or the depth of my soul?
My faith in God…letting Him take control
The thoughts I contemplate to a setting sun
His majesty displayed across an endless horizon
The daughter I leave behind when the mooring lines are drawn
Sorrow felt is like the end of the most beautiful song
Happy to have heard it, sad to let it go,
hopeful to have her again, empty until I do
Music is the window to and the heartbeat of my soul
A perfectly still surface reflecting the universe back at itself in defiance and tranquility
No one knows how deep it goes, how much pain it carries.
A capacity to love so deep and wide, with an underwater storm unwilling to subside
A torrent of current and emotion raging underneath, reaching depths beyond the Marianas
Carrying a broken vessel that yearns to be free
Escape the storm, the pain, the sea
Every note of every song is like a pebble breaking the surface rippling across my heart
Transforming the emotions so I am not torn apart
I know if I can fill this void I will rise to the surface
I seek Him first and am searching for my purpose
My partner in crime, my ride or die
Someone to share life with, who appreciates a warm breeze under a starry night sky
An adventure forever is what I can offer, a muse to my heart is what I am after
Someone to calm this storm within, ready to ride the waves to the end
with wind in her hair and compassion in her heart, time is long overdue for a new fresh start
There is this girl I know who is like no other
She has a warrior spirit tempered with a compassionate heart
She is a fighter and a lover
When I close my eyes I see her
When I sleep I dream her
She has consumed me so I have room for no other
When she found me she pulled me up from under
So long had I been drowning all I could breathe was water
I was cast adrift on an ocean unknown
I had no idea she was my tether home
Land is in sight, I’m finally being reeled in
Like a fool, I cut my tether and try to swim
Now I’m sinking beneath the waves
To be washed ashore in 15 days
I reach for her, my rock, my love
Trying just to keep my head above
Life’s current is just to strong I fear
Carrying her further away, never near
Frantically flailing I am running out of time
Desperately working to secure a lifeline
My rock, my love, I cannot bear to lose
There is this girl I know, she is my muse