big daddy papimoreno's blog: "random mussings of the koolaid man"

Musings of a cloud Sititng here all alone at the top of the hill in quiet revelry. I lift my gaze up to the heavens. Taking note of the clouds slowly, drifting by and i wonder. Do we live our lives someitmes like a cloud? Are we carried aloft by the wind? With no clear destination in sight? It would seems that sometimes we are content to lazily let the day go by and drift along unhindered. Many other days we zip to and fro in a tizzy striving to make the most out of every minute and second we have. But to what end? Mabye life as a cloud wouldnt be so bad. No worries or resposibilites just lazy days adrift in a sea of tranquility. But what is life without purpose? Can i be content to just simply exist....... No direction.......... No substance........... It is a question, we all must ask of oursleves. Do you wish to be a cloud and drift letting the wind take you where it wills ??? Or master the wind and make your own jounrney? Ah well these are only the simple mussings on a cloud. By Shyron Baker

Life is about choices. We all make these choices in our lives becase as humans thats what we do. Sometimes we dont realize how much the choices we make in life affect us or those around us. Just like a stone being thrown across a pond we leave ripples... some big some small. But in the end they all matter so make sure you make your choices wisely. Make sure you when that time comes you never look back because time wont restart or turn back for you. When we are born to this life our first steps in it are always akward, hesitant. Most times we stumble and fall but no matter what we always pick our sleves up and dust of the dirt. We have to keep our heads high even if our hearts minds bodies and souls feel like so much dead weight. Pain makes you stronger if you learn from it . I choose for myself to walk head high shoulders back through life. Even when it seems all things are aginst me I know my spirit is strong. I refuse to bow my head in shame or defeat no man, woman or thing on God's green earth other than the mighty creator himself will deture me in my lifes journey.I refuse to bow my knee never ever! For i belive in myself and what i am able to accomplish in this life. As I ascend to the mountain top. The winds and rain tug at me seeking to drag me down into despair and discontent. The storm rages around me, yet i stand firm in the dark night. And when its over, may my life's journey be a beacon for all to see. May it be the Lone sword the glows bright into the night. The line has been drawn in the sand no quater given and none shall pass. When next you gaze into the depth of my eyes know this "that which was before has been for ever changed". by. Shyron Baker

Life and Death..... Death and Life..... We are in such a yin-yang of our lives. Born only to die. From the earth we are born and to the earth we return in the end. From the highest noble born to the lowest peasent, none of us are spared. While we are here we do so little with the gift we are given. Such a waste.... But what is Man? A vicious beast seeking all whom can be devoured in his jaws of greed? Or the placid lake,feed by the smallest stream. Ever flowing but never knwing where we are going? Do we know what the future holds instore for us. Like a cruel mistress it keeps hiden behind a veil of transparent illusions. Inticing our very hearts and minds. We are standing onthe edge overlooking the abyss..... Feel the heat from the Flames of Retribution. As we plunge into the blazing inferno to be tempered by the Hammers of Truth. Our souls are laid bare upon the hot coals. I contemplate that which is seen and the invisible. But which are we friends? Born of light and darkness. We can light to the galaxy...... Or be the seeds of our own destruction. Can we be seperate but equal with ourselves? is a man truly a man when he is just a shade of himself? These riddles assult my brain and i quake in fear. Yet I face the future with grim determination born out of hope. What shall be....... Shall be....... One can only learn and understand if we are to truly be considered as men...... BY: Shyron baker

MY Spanish Rose Sultry summer winds brush against delicate petals.Caressing them with natures gentle kiss. My Spanish rose. So strong And yet so fragile. Delving deep into your eyes. I witness all that is. Such passion you keep hidden there. Can any man comprehend it all. How it envelops me. Surrounds me. Like a warm fire no wintery night. Will you become one with me? Our souls unite as the flames of desire burn away impurities. Can i hold you in my hands. Or will you fall apart at the slightest touch. Melt into me. Let our essences collide. Cant you see that which inside us yearns to be one. One vision. One soul. Come unto me. Let our love be the ground upon which the seeds of our destiny are planted. Let it grow strong. Reaching for the heavens. As we are lifted Mind.Body. and Soul. By Shyron Baker