nothing can compare to the joy in my heart.
i have been surrounded by love my whole life. while not the cleaver's,my parents never divorced and my siblings have practically worshipped me since birth. i have been a phone call away from anything i needed, and they have been some of my fiercest promoters in my creative and musical endeavors.
i have basked in the applause of thousands. from the grandfather mountain highland games in north carolina to the opening of nashvilles gaylord entertainment center, i've played my drums and moved people. my sweat and blood and calloused hands made music on their own terms,and the reward was played out in photographs,newspaper articles, and smiles stretched across faces with burning,inspired eyes.
i have had some of the best friends i man could ask for. friends that would put their life on hold for two days to drive me to florida and back on a fool's errand. and friends that would sit next to me at lunch for weeks even though i would not speak a word to them, all because of anger,jealousy, and misunderstanding. and friends that would wordlessly appologize and accept my unspoken appolgy after years of silence.
and i have had more than a fair share of romance. giving a rose to a stranger. the girl from across the tracks. the ride in a c-130 at the height of the first gulf war to visit a girl. the poetry written in vain during my first years of college.
nothing can compare to this.
i know the direction of my life. the path before me could not be clearer. my scarred and tortured soul is alight with the knowledge that all i do now is leading me to perfection,to comfort, to home. no man could ever take away what i feel in my heart. no amount of time or distance could diminish this joy,this happiness. i have something within me more precious than gold or silver, more inspiring than shakespeare and beethoven's greatest works, more perfect than einstein's prophetic mathmatics. i have purpose, and i have love.
i may never be able to give back what is given to me. i am ignorant and pained. i am damaged and lack the ability to accept on first passing. i am imperfect. i willl not give up. i will continue to reach,to lift up,to hold close my desire. this thing of beauty has captured my soul-i drive the beauty away at the cost of it.
my heart and arms will not let go. this happiness claims me-my mind,my body,my heart,indeed my soul lays at the feet of the purest joy i have known. the ache,so sweet in it's agony, will never leave my chest. i have been given something so fragile and beautiful,and i will spend the rest of my life (if given the chance) to prove my worth of this gift.
though my heart aches tonight,i can say without doubt-i am the happiest man in the world.
thank you...
i have been surrounded by love my whole life. while not the cleaver's,my parents never divorced and my siblings have practically worshipped me since birth. i have been a phone call away from anything i needed, and they have been some of my fiercest promoters in my creative and musical endeavors.
i have basked in the applause of thousands. from the grandfather mountain highland games in north carolina to the opening of nashvilles gaylord entertainment center, i've played my drums and moved people. my sweat and blood and calloused hands made music on their own terms,and the reward was played out in photographs,newspaper articles, and smiles stretched across faces with burning,inspired eyes.
i have had some of the best friends i man could ask for. friends that would put their life on hold for two days to drive me to florida and back on a fool's errand. and friends that would sit next to me at lunch for weeks even though i would not speak a word to them, all because of anger,jealousy, and misunderstanding. and friends that would wordlessly appologize and accept my unspoken appolgy after years of silence.
and i have had more than a fair share of romance. giving a rose to a stranger. the girl from across the tracks. the ride in a c-130 at the height of the first gulf war to visit a girl. the poetry written in vain during my first years of college.
nothing can compare to this.
i know the direction of my life. the path before me could not be clearer. my scarred and tortured soul is alight with the knowledge that all i do now is leading me to perfection,to comfort, to home. no man could ever take away what i feel in my heart. no amount of time or distance could diminish this joy,this happiness. i have something within me more precious than gold or silver, more inspiring than shakespeare and beethoven's greatest works, more perfect than einstein's prophetic mathmatics. i have purpose, and i have love.
i may never be able to give back what is given to me. i am ignorant and pained. i am damaged and lack the ability to accept on first passing. i am imperfect. i willl not give up. i will continue to reach,to lift up,to hold close my desire. this thing of beauty has captured my soul-i drive the beauty away at the cost of it.
my heart and arms will not let go. this happiness claims me-my mind,my body,my heart,indeed my soul lays at the feet of the purest joy i have known. the ache,so sweet in it's agony, will never leave my chest. i have been given something so fragile and beautiful,and i will spend the rest of my life (if given the chance) to prove my worth of this gift.
though my heart aches tonight,i can say without doubt-i am the happiest man in the world.
thank you...