Why Am I?

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my actual name
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I have many namez
I have a lot of pride
a name I am proud of
I can no longer hide
Is one of a barber
I'm Zweeney inzide.

Who Am I?

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Werefore Art Thou Romeo?

Love. We all crave it, want it, need it. God made us with love. So why is love so hard for us to find. And when we find it, why can't we hold on to it? Love is the ocean, always rising, dropping. ever elusive. We use things to replace love but love is always at the center of our lives. Romeo was a fool. An ignorant child who squandered his foolhardy love on ignorant women. He was no better than Tom Sawyer, who upon sight of Becky Thatcher immediately forgot his devotions to Amy Lawrence; Link Larken sung about love, but he never really knew what it meant until he met Tracy Turnblad; And Jay Gatsby sought after a love that was never returned, and it destroyed him. Love is as fleeting and violent as a viper, but feels as good as a warm fire on a cold night. In our youth we pretend to know love but she is an old story that we have long since lost the meaning of. Twenty years ago you would have dated someone at least four times before asking them to be your girlfriend/boyfriend. Now our form of dating is becoming someones boyfriend/girlfriend, and enjoying the quick thrills before you break up two weeks later. The greatest men in the world have searched for it, and yet the poorest can find it. We will simply have to keep looking. For love is El Dorado, the Holy Grail, The Ark of the Covenant, and Atlantis; And yet its something you can find around the corner too. You just have to keep your eyes open.

All The World's A Stage

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts."

We stand sturdy in the vastness of our own world and the heavenly audience that watches intently. We're tossed and turned in the commotion and turmoil of the world, and if somebody wrote down our lives exactly, it would be the next sitcom. We stand sturdy hoping that we don't get swept away, and when we survive the tide we celebrate for a few hours before the tide comes back in. There are those of us who live from the high tide to the low tide. Some of us haven't yet truly experienced it, though we complain and whine about the indignity of the small waves that push us down on the beach. We all stand on the beach of the universe ready to go in, but not quite sure if we want to. Some are foolish, and blunder into the waves and get pulled into the undertow. Yet some just set their towel on the beach and watch as everyone else goes in. We all stand on the beach. Are you going in the water?