Renaissance--Man: June 2010

Monday, June 21, 2010

My Home

This is my home

I’m all alone

This is my dare

Don’t stop and stare

When you see me sitting out on the porch

This is my home

I’m all alone

Who only dreams of a forgotten past

This is my home

I'm all alone

This is my plea

That you’ll stop to visit me

Ask me of my dreams of forgotten past

Listen to my tales

The numbers vast

And when you leave

Forget not my home

And maybe I won’t feel so alone.

Friends have come and past

But family forever lasts

My home is my heart

And you're welcome to stay

I'll always love you

Even when you have to go away

The tears fall like raindrops

reminding not of cloudy days

Instead the sun shine

And the beautiful raindrop noise

that always recalls

the brightest of joys

Tears are made for our sake

to show us that we care

I may not always catch them

But I try always to be there

For tears, just like raindrops

Are meant to be shared

This is my home

I'm never really alone

For all of you

my family and friends

will always be there

to the very end

My heart was never empty

it was always complete

Now knowing this life worth living

was walked not only

by my own two feet

This is my home

it is indeed my heart

For now I can see

A life with a grand new start

This is my home

I'm never alone

While thinking of you

This will always be true

"My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer."

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Me

By Robert W. Oakley

Who am I? To put it simply, I am a Boy Scout. Allow me to elaborate: A scout is trust worthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent; ask anyone who knows me and they will say, “Rob Oakley is a Boy Scout." Clearly these attributes seem too good to be true—honestly no one is perfect—on the contrary, I strive to do my best and a good turn daily. ¶ I also like to consider myself as a good friend: a friend of understanding and great consideration for others and their feelings. Listening, an ear which is quick to hear, also strikes as an awesome quality; however, it does lack in memory, but I am working on this forgetful mind of mine. Tell me your name and I am bound to forget; get to know me and sooner or later will understand each other; eventually I’ll get the bare minimums down and the names straitened out, but please be patient. ¶ Patience, patience, what an interesting concept; do you ever wonder of all the things you wait for and ask, “Is it ever truly worth it”? Clearly, in many cases it is but surly there was a time when you finally got that something and it didn’t turnout quite like you intended. I hate to wait; then again, I love it, but will there ever really be a day when I will truly want nothing and be made perfect and entire? Of course there will and I count the days and realize they are numbered but heaven waits on the other side—the next greatest adventure. ¶ Life is full of its adventures—large and small, great and tall, few and far between—I grow weary at times when there is nothing to do, but I suppose I could pick up a book and transport almost instantly to the lands unknown and the lands of fantasy. “Why don’t these lands truly exist?” I often wonder “and why must stories end?” I suppose that is why I find writing quite a fancy: where old fables and tales end another begins out of thy own very hand thus creating a new original, personal, exquisite, and extreme theme of wonder (well, at least to my own opinion; I could care less what others would have to say). To be that Hercules, Spartacus, or dragon slayer; to live in Middle earth, Rome, or Alpha Centaury; to even know and become best friends and live together with some of the greatest characters the world has ever known would blow my mind, but alas it will never be so. On the other hand, I do have this life! And I can make it my own; on the other hand, I serve an awesome God who has an incredible plan for me; on the other hand, I don’t know what that plan is, but where ever and what ever it is, I know it will be a time of infamous wonder. ¶ I always strive to set a good example and to be as original as possible. I’d finally consider myself to be an artist (brace yourself). If I could choose any one profession, it simply couldn’t be done: in other words, I want to do everything! Well, at least the things I consider fun, exiting, and beneficial, but where do you draw the line? I want to be an artist--gourmet chef, graphic artist, animator, film maker, producer, director, actor, entertainer, writer, author, musician, conductor. . . . EVERYTHING!!! I want to be a Renaissance Man and a Renaissance Man I shall be! Amen.