Didn't See to Pizza the Music Video 

She's gone 

She's gone only for the weekend 

Didn�t See (poem) 

I didn�t see
This part of me
This whispered bliss which was my day
This wished for dream which wouldn�t end
All my tomorrows start from this
This special time of loving you
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I didn�t see
How this could be
How much a smile takes cares away
How holding hands makes souls ascend
So much was shared within a kiss
How did love make a dream come true
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I didn�t see
A memory
A part of me all this would stay
A far off tear I must transcend
Some other time I must dismiss
A trust this love will see me through
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I didn�t see
My misery
My dreams it seems had gone astray
My memories make time extend
Whose hand now guides me through abyss
My love still sparks the morning�s dew 

He's now alone and his thoughts are echoed in this poem. Except for the first two lines, this looks like a free form poem. On closer examination, lines three, four, five and six rhyme with each other respectively in each stanza. Also notice the repetitive pattern of the first word in each stanza. Throw in the tight meter, this is hardly a free form poem. 

Nothing, nothing prepares us for the loss of a loved one. It's over. I will not ever see her again. I will not ever hold her again. I will not ever enjoy her company and all that magic we shared. The dream we shared has come to an end and here I am. I was extremely lucky. I had 24 hours constant attention for the time when the pain and suffering should have been at their worse. There was plenty to keep me and my mind occupied. Then when I was finally alone there were the memories; The beautiful memories. I miss Arlene, but how could I be completely sad when I have been blessed with so many grand memories? 

People die. Our kids grow up. Our favorite places close. "Nothing lasts forever." With this in mind, we should try to enjoy, try to take in those thing, those events, those people that are important to us. Sounds easy. Sounds reasonable. But, we are human. Humans tend to get use to things. Humans tend to take things for granted. We have to work at keeping our world fresh. We have to add the spice to keep our surroundings fresh. Listen to me go on. I didn't do anything special. Sure, I did a lot. Sure, time moves real slow for me. I consider myself really lucky. There is another thing to keep in mind. We are all lucky. We are here. This is our time. This is our moment. Make the most of it and Enjoy. 

Let's make a moment: Acker Bilk "Stranger On The Shore" 

Pizza anyone 

The first pizza wasn�t made in Italy or USA. It was ancient Greeks who gave birth to Pizza. They used to bake flat and round large breads and topped them with veggies, potatoes, spices and olive oil. Definitely that was the earliest version of pizza known to have exist in human society. The Holderness family, or at least the dad, uses pizza for a variety of thing, when the mom takes a vacation with her friends.

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As you get older you realise that nothing lasts forever. 

It's not depressing, but it does make moments more intense. 

Victoria Legrand

Dreams' Dreams to Juggling Trick Shots & Other Awesomeness 

What amazement hold lovers' dreams 

What amazement holds us in jugglers' spell 

Dreams� Dreams (English sonnet) 

Perhaps a dream might dare this to explain
Could wonders walk or happen by at all
A wish a star such memories recall
Each morning�s blossom was a new refrain
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And just for this it seemed that time did stall
As reason oft would wonder off in vain
And just because was left there to explain
As all their world these lovers would enthrall
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What wind now calls these lovers you and I
As we awake to greet creation�s dew
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And in our wake past lovers stand and sigh
As in our glow heart rouse to once was true
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So as a dream is left to wonder why
Let�s always hold to this a kiss anew

How do dreamers categorize their dreams is revealed in this English sonnet. This English sonnet uses quatrains and couplets. The first half unfolds the dreams of lovers. This being a bit ethereal, the second half deals with holding each dream as "always". 

Arlene and I enjoyed an unbelievable time in our disco years. There were many-a dream come alive back then. Our days as parents wasn't bad. We were personally involved with our children's education and the schools. Their success as adults is the fruition of our dreams. But how many have dreamed of being young again? Arlene and I were in our 40's. We managed to buy a house in San Francisco. Our children were pretty much on their own. Could life get any better? After three years of doing this and that, we were put in charge of parties for the Masons. We took a big risk with first events and were highly successful. The team of Arlene and Martin were in big demand. We became the dreams of many who were inspired by us and the events were put together. A major effect of all of the notoriety Arlene and I enjoyed was: We were young again. In our eyes and mind, the clock was set back. Imagine, being with your dream in times left long ago. Imagine, experiencing the inexplainable. Imagine touching a dream. What do we do? Share it with a kiss.

What is a dream? The simple answer is of course those things that dance around in our minds while we're asleep. Then there are those who take their dreams as hopes that someday will be fulfilled. Then there are people like Steve Wosniak, Thomas Edison, Galileo and the like. People who had far fetched dreams that we all enjoy. Then there are the dreams in lovers' eyes. Too real for words. The point is: dreams are much more. Another of life's gifts, life's blessings. And just as those things that dance around in our sleep, dreamers of the past have proved the reality of dreams is limitless. A limitless that includes us all. What is possible? How far can we achieve? What is right for us? Make no mistake about it. They are real. They are waiting. Waiting for us. Waiting for us to Enjoy. 

How about this for a dream: Narcotango "Otra Luna" 

While we are juggling around our thoughts 

The earliest record of toss juggling is a painting on the wall of Tomb 15 in Egypt's Beni Hasan cemetery complex. This tomb belonged to Baqet III, a provincial governor of Menat-Khufu (present day Minya) during the later years of the Eleventh Dynasty of Egypt. It depicts female dancers and acrobats juggling up to three balls, and one of the girls is juggling with her arms crossed. Juggling continues to amaze us today. The folks at Kuma Films have put together a video of some of today's top juggling artists. 

Sit back and enjoy as music, choreography and juggling come together to amaze us. "Juggling Trick Shots & Other Awesomeness!" 

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The biggest adventure you can take 

is to live the life of your dreams. 

Oprah Winfrey

 

Lovers' Fog to I'm sick Of This 

Two young lovers succumb to a tragic sickness 

A young lady succumbs to a not so tragic sickness 

Lovers� Fog (English sonnet) 

A fog filled day which brought the lovers here
To sing again their song of evermore
And how the world enchained the height they soar
Its shadow loomed on all which they held dear
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Was here they vowed to turn their love to lore
One act resolved to make their feelings clear
For lovers� hearts what action was too shear
So to their end they knocked on death�s dark door
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A gun to ever from his pocket drew
As she cried out to be the first to go
With gun to head one bullet and she dies
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Before him how unreal the real then flew
In pool of blood laid person he loved so
Each droplet bears the bitter truth he cries

A tragedy unfolds in this English sonnet. The first half (the quatrains) is dedicated to the young lovers and their love. The triplets (the second half) describes the act and the outcome. Six lines, in the triplets, doesn't allow for much detail. This works well for the confusion of the moment. 

Suicide pacts among lovers, from which this poem is inspired, accounts for less than 1% of all suicides. It is common enough (or the planning thereof) that the PubMed Central (PMC) of the U.S. National Institutes of Health's National Library of Medicine continues to distribute warnings. Almost every year a news story breaks through and makes the news of a couple who sadly succeeded in their suicide pact. Those that did not make the news are unclear. The reason couples enter these pacts are many, Some are responses to pressures the couple is undergoing. Some are dangerous lovers' fancies. like that in the sonnet. The good news is that the PMC's efforts have been so successful that many suicide pacts involving lovers have been caught and resolved early.  

Feelings. It is easy to attribute it to youth, when they are led off by their feelings. What about mobs? What about advertisers control over us? What about giving up our freedoms in exchanged for our security? We are guided feelings over facts regardless of our age. This is highly understanding in a time when history itself is being challenged; When the media and news can no longer be trusted; When we don't know when and where we are being watched. Where do we turn? It is easy to simply say, follow the facts. What are the facts? Here is a fact: We are born and we will die. This is our time. It is important for us to be involved in those things that we feel are important to us. I believe we must arm ourselves and be defended by the honest facts that are important to us, by us. I believe that we should not put our good feelings aside. I believe by combining facts and feeling we may fully Enjoy. 

Back to the sonnet: Claudio Monteverdi "Lasciatemi Morire" 

Let's finish this with a sick laugh 

According to Smithsonian Magazine, the single best way to avoid getting a cold, aside from becoming a hermit, is to wash your hands. A lot. Use soap and wash them in water for 20 seconds. But if we're sick already. here's Liza Koshy. She has some suggestions to what we can do to take our minds off our cold. 

Yes, Koshy is her real name. It is not the sound our nose makes when we have a cold. "I'M SICK OF THIS." 

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People in blind love throw away common sense, 

conscience and comedy from the life.

Amit Kalantri 

The Tear to Best Lie Ever 

A torture soul sits by the phone 

Another lie is broadcast over the phone 

The Tear (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Another tear sent softly through the night
To wander through their dreams while they�re apart
And listens to the sorrows of a heart
Which yearns to hear a voice say it�s alright
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He learns a brand new meaning of alone
As voices from the shadows become clear
They talk of doubt he doesn�t need to hear
His mind resigned to marvels of its own
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And time was never meant to move so slow
Each ticking taps into a tortured soul
Eternity of seconds take their toll
Where was the sleep that he had come to know
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Then on the phone which called from far away
A tearful voice said Hi are you okay 

A tortured soul fills this Shakespearean sonnet. This sonnet uses the less familiar ABBA rhyme form instead of the ABAB rhyme form. This form is good for communicating to a reader a feeling of tension and release. 

We already know the ending, so I'll cut the dramatics (if you promise not to laugh). Arlene's job sent her to Houston. Texas for some training. She would only be gone two days and three nights. She went to the airport Wednesday afternoon and would return on Saturday. The kids, Peter and Robin, were little and going to school. It was only a few days, What could go wrong? It started with Robin, Dad picked her up from preschool, instead of mom. She must have forgotten that her mom was going on a trip. I must admit the house felt strange without Arlene there. I can imagine what the kids were going through. We took our minds off of it by playing and watching TV together. This worked well until bedtime. Robin started to cry. She missed her mommy. Peter started to cry in sympathy. My solution: let's all go camping; Here in the front room. We made a tent out of a blanket and crawled in together to go to sleep. Then it was my turn. Why didn't she call? Did the plane crash? Is she okay? I miss my Arlene! What are we going to do without her? Just as terror took charge of my tortured mind the phone rang, It was Arlene. She had had a rough day of her own. She missed us. I woke the kids up to talk to their mom. When Arlene asked Robin what she and Peter had done that day, Robin said, "take care of dad." 

This is a realm. This is a magic, We call it our mind. Through it all our senses are interpreted and we see our world. Through it our imagination come alive and we create. Through it we are the individual we are. Our minds are constantly working. If we and the world don't provide it with stimuli it will create its own. Then the question is: what is real? When we see a cake, Chew a cake, Taste a cake. But there was no cake. Was there some kind of cake? Easy to say of course not. Have we ever been awakened in the middle of a dream? The world is in disarray. Has our mind seen something that wasn't there, then we create it. Our mind is a powerful gift. It is our key to the world. It is our world. The wonder of it. The power of it. It is our's. Our's to Enjoy. 

Take it away Roy: Roy Orbison "Only The Lonely"  

Take it away boys 

Mobile phones have 18 times more bacteria than toilet handles. In Japan, 90% of mobile phones are waterproof because youngsters use them even in the shower. Mobile Phone Radiation can cause Insomnia, headaches and confusion. For more information about mobile devices and what they can do, put them in the hands of boys; Especially boys who are watching football when their girlfriends call. 

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They say when you are missing someone 

that they are probably feeling the same, 

but I don't think it's possible for you 

to miss me as much as I'm missing you 

right now 

Edna St. Vincent Millay

A Song Of Spring to Performance by 4-year-old Claire and Dad 

A lover proves his love to a flower 

A song proves the love between a father and a daughter 

A Song Of Spring (Italian sonnet) 

A youthful lad was strolling by a stream
The songs of spring were lilting through his heart
His soul beheld the flower of his dream
And to this dream he swore he�d never part
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He brought his flower home to safely stay
And showered her with all that life could give
The lad would sing of love throughout the day
His flower�s smile his reasoning to live
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Then came one day the smile no longer there
The lad with sadness could not bring it back
What callas care did he forget to share
What happiness did precious flower lack
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And from his dream a gentle voice replied
It aired the words his heart already knew
And as he gladly brought her back he cried
The lad who�s laying somewhere in her view 

A lad proves his love to a flower in this Italian sonnet. There is nothing special hidden in this sonnet. This was done so that nothing distracts us from the message it contains. 

I was 21 when Arlene and I moved in together in our Place in the Sky. It was a small apartment on Twin Peaks, with a large balcony overlooking the eastern side of San Francisco. Imagine the unimaginable of a 21 year old boy moving in with his dream, in a Palace in the Sky, no less. It was 1972. When my eyes began clearing up I started to see there was a big difference between a boy and girl seeing each other and living together. My generation was raised with men ruling the roost. Women where exploring their independence. Arlene was one of these women. Moving out of her parent's house was part of her need for independence. There was this boy's challenge: build a relationship and break those old chains. That Palace in the Sky made things easier. Arlene and I saw and heard about our school buddies changing. Many were breaking up. Some of the girls took on their boyfriend's characteristics. In our Palace in the sky it was natural to see Arlene bloom. I, being young, saw the benefits Arlene's independence brought me. Since I wasn't controlling her, it was like we were always dating. As far as partner are concern, one plus one equals so much more (than two). By letting Arlene grow in her own way, in her own direction, she became so much more. As I grew older, I was so much more. As we grew older, we continued to date. As we grew older. the team of Arlene and Martin were hard to beat. 

I grew up in a male dominated world. I have heard and read ancient legends of matriarchal societies. Let me state that I am for equality. I believe men and women should be treated equally. My history as a soccer coach speaks for this. There are some challenges ahead. Men and women are different. Not just physically but our brains are wired differently. We could say that men are stronger. But women are more agile. They tend to live longer too. What we don't appreciate, yet, those matriarchal societies are much different than what we are used to. Remember that we live in a male dominate. male centered, male created world. A women's world would be much different. Those female leaders of countries are just acting out male roles. In the matriarchal society there was no war. There was no defense either. It had other shortcomings. The perfect world, at least for me, is a world where men and women are treated perfectly. A world which reflects ladies and men live here. A world we can all Enjoy.

Now for flowers of a different sort: York feat. Angelina "Ice Flowers" 

How cute do you want it 

Dave and Ashley Crosby. of Seattle, Washington, were college sweethearts who married when Dave was 22 and Ashley was two days shy of her 19th birthday. They had a daughter, Claire, who learned to talk at a super young age and early on could carry a pitch. The dad and daughter take the cuteness award on YouTube. 

Are you ready for some cuteness? "You've Got a Friend In Me - LIVE Performance by 4-year-old Claire Ryann and Dad" 

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If you love someone, set them free. 

If they come back they�re yours; 

if they don�t they never were.

Richard Bach

The Exchange to A Bad Lip Reading of Inauguration Day 

Another day brings an exchange of feelings 

Another day brings an exchange of power 

The Exchange (Italian sonnet) 

Each morning starts the beat of life�s routine
No longer matters one day to the rest
A part from sterile bleakness lack of scene
This haven that becomes a human�s nest
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Soon after what is called the morning fare
He settles in his space the same old way
Some days he needs a hand in getting there
Small things one takes for granted cause delay
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But once he starts what richness in his tide
With vibrancy paints all the world alive
His light frees confidence once lost inside
Inspiring dreams with power to survive
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Beside this mind the rules of time can range
Still all things borne of earth some repose yearns
In sleep for now our fantasies exchange
To what tomorrow brings if he returns


An average moment turns into something else in this Italian sonnet. The sonnet starts out as just another work day for a 9-to-5er. Two whole quatrains were spent to describe the monotony. Things begin to change, for the better, as the sonnet goes on. One quatrain to go. We are expecting a person's day to get better. With the final quatrain, we should be disoriented. Well we should be. It was all a dream.

For thirty years I had a great time working at Chevron. It was a dream job. I looked forward to going to work each and every day. The hardest part of going to work was leaving Arlene each morning. I had gone to College to be a music teacher. Chevron sent me to Art School (at their expense) to be a graphic artist (in the printing field). Instead of working a press, I would be a pioneer of the quick copier (or Xerox machine, as we now call them). My incredible success put me in charge of a team of people who assembled things. It was then that Chevron started brain washing everyone to be positive. This worked out very good for me and my team. In four years we only had one late job. Rewards for doing an exceptional job flowed our way. Going to work was fun. Then I landed the job of Customer Assistant Rep. An employee of Chevron would come to me with a job and I would figure out how to get it done. (whether it was a simple copy job to a teacher award program in Washington D.C.) One of the first jobs that came across my desk was "Chevron's Unified Accounting Practices". The trick was to copy and assemble binders containing new accounting guidelines for every gas station and
Chevron offices worldwide and have all these delivered around the same day. We were so successful that my final request for this project was to bring food for the entire staff of the three building downtown headquarters, as a celebration. From here my imagination gained its reputation. Do I see the glass half full or half empty? It depends on what is in the glass.

It is difficult for me to discuss people and their jobs. We spend a good deal of our life working. I was lucky to have someone to teach me the value of good work practices. (David, the owner of the M and M Restaurant.) I enjoyed working at Chevron. Then the entire company takes up a positive frame of mind. I'm even happier. People enjoyed working with me. Here may be a clue. Chevron found out that people are more productive when they are happy. Not all jobs are Chevron. Then there is our mind. It can find, it can make an avenue of escape in even the most tedious job. (I know this from clothing factory workers.) Then there are those who gain pleasure and satisfaction in knowing they are good at what they do. It is up to each one of us. We spend a good deal of our life working. For that reason alone, as well as for those around us, find that pathway to Enjoy.

And we meet that next day let's do it with a little soul: 

Sam Cooke and The Soul Stirrers "Just Another Day" 

Where was the pleasure in that latest inauguration 

I bet we didn't know that in 1703, George Washington's was the shortest inaugural address at 135 words. I bet we also didn't know that Bad Lip Reading go their hands on the 2017 inauguration. What does this mean to us? 

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Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. 

Rumi

Words to If Parents Were Brutally Honest 

The truth about his words 

If parents' words were the truth 

Words (sonnet) 

He bared the words which set her heart to flight
Each passage was another dream come true
Enchantment was the picture which he drew
And wonder were the feelings he�d ignite
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He spoke of heavens he would bear her to
Each wished for whisper sparked her soul�s delight
Each promise from his lips her whims excite
And then he freed the words of I love you
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They spent their days with words of wonderment
The world she knew seemed very far away
She found her meaning in each verse he sent
Forever were the words she heard him say
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And then one dawn such pain would she incur
For in the end mere words were all they were 

Fancy words fill this sonnet. We could lose ourselves in the dreams this girl heard in his words, until the bitter end (the rhyming couplet). This sonnet tries to use its form to signal something is wrong. By the end of the second quatrain we think we're in the midst of sort of English sonnet. Then comes a third quatrain with a different rhyme pattern. 

One thing that set me ahead of others was that I wasn't just words. Whether in romance or other endeavors, I was more than words. When I was with the sick and shut in committee, I did more than send cards and letters, I made personal visits. So it was with all of my charitable endeavors. This made me very popular. I feel. it raised the success level of my various exploits. My personal involvement attracted others who wanted to help. 

As far as romance, let me share one example. When I asked Amor to marry me, I did so at Joe's of Westlake. I managed to get all of her girlfriends there to witness the occasion. This was quite a surprise to Amor,who only expected a ring. The best was yet to come. The next weekend a limo came to pick up Amor. The driver was a man who waned to repay me. The limo had two of Amor's friends in it. They took Amor to a wedding dress store, It was then Amor found out I was putting together the framework of a big wedding for her. I had found out Amor's dream of a big wedding from her friends. Not only could her boyfriend fulfill her dreams. He knew her dreams. 

I don't need to tell anyone that there is a big difference between action and words. Talking about changing something and playing an active role in that change are two different things. One could succeed or it may not. The other is nothing but air. An idea, gone. We are better than that. We deserve more. The world deserves more. In today's world of the social media, getting actively involved is easier than ever before. Don't like how things are being done? Want to improve something? Write, phone (people in charge), be active in perusing your change or promotion. Get others to do the same. Even donating time or money is one big step further than words. Empty words, in themselves, accomplish nothing, but expose our weakness, our emptiness. Action demonstrates our strength. Our level of commitment in what we believe; In what we trust; In what we Enjoy.

Here's a song about words: Anthony David ft. India.Arie "Words" 

Our first words were from our parents 

Some parents interpret a string of "da-da" babbles as their baby's first words "daddy". But babbling at this age is usually still made up of random syllables without real meaning or comprehension.  Most babies say a few simple words by the end of 12 months. After this time a tabby can fully enjoy the sweet words coming from their parents' lips. 

But for the sake of making a funny video. "If Parents Were Brutally HONEST" 

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The language of friendship is not words but meanings. 

Henry David Thoreau

 

The Messenger to Tell Him I Said Hi 

A man uses a precious wind to send a message to his love 

Two friends use each other to send messages to their friends 

The Messenger (English sonnet) 

Soft wind which dances somewhere though our past
Refreshing precious flowers growing there
The source for all the music everywhere
Sweet whisper from which all our dreams were cast
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Sail off and tell my love once more I care
Refresh her air with feelings which hold fast
To memories of meanings meant to last
Within a world which caught us unaware
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Pray do not soil the sweetness of her sleep
With rains intending to bring any pain
Or toy with Joys which she�s accustom to
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It�s well and good that I alone should weep
And bear the strains of such a grand refrain
To bear my soul of Thank Yous she is due 

A man implores the aid of a special messenger to carry a blessing to his love in this English sonnet. This sonnet employees flourishes of Word Wizardry. The first half of the sonnet describes the messenger. The second half of the sonnet deals with the message. 

Amor was (and is) a lot of fun. She had a lot of problems, though. Our lifestyles were very different. Most of her problems came from her perception. She needed money and she had a low self esteem. I introduced Amor to my world. A world free of money. A world where everyone wanted to meet her. A world where she was treated special. I and those around me, taught her to put aside her focus on money. Do not give her need more energy than it deserves. With this little insight Amor was able to resolve a lot of her debts. Another big problem was, she had low self confidence. We needed to turn her "can'ts" into "cans". We had a great start because the new world she was now dancing in was one of possibilities. These possibilities put it in her mind that she could be a nursing assistant (CNA). It was a rough and challenging road. Not only did Amor graduate, she encouraged two of her classmates, who were going to drop out, on and complete the course. Proof that we can. It was a real joy to open a world to someone who brought me so much happiness. As proof that I was doing good, Amor got even more beautiful.

We live in a world of positives and negatives. They are all around us all of the time. They are spices of life. There is a certain belief system, that states that one will not exist without the other. In other words: there can be no good without evil. It is up to us though. Positives and negatives are all around us. Both fall on us. But, positives tend to attract more positives and negative tend to attract more negatives. Both live and get stronger on energies. We provide some (if not all) of that energy. The choice is ours. Do we want our world to be positive? It may rain negatives on us through no fault of our own. It is up to us to set our world back to the positive level that we prefer. (The storm can also be positive.) The choice is ours. Happiness begins here. We can be the light for ourselves as well as for other. We are that special. This is our time. This is our choice, so Enjoy.

For now, let us escape: Frank Fischer "Caf� del Mar" 

Calling someone or calling to call someone 

The top 5 countries in the world with the most currently active cell phones are: China: 1.2 billion phones; India: 904 million phones; U.S. 327 million phones; Brazil: 276 million phones; and Russia: 256 million phones. So many phones just to say hi to someone. The folks at genuinejerks have discovered even the simple "hi" has become complicated. 

How familiar is this? "Tell Him I Say Hi" 

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The minute I heard my first love story,

I started looking for you, not knowing

how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.

They're in each other all along.

Rumi

Hurting Inside to The Last Player Picked 

The pain of losing your love 

The pain of being the last one picked 

Hurting Inside (lyrical poem) 

I�m hurting inside because
My love went away
And why didn�t say
Was I in the way
A cruel little play
To tear my heart wide
I�m hurting inside
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I�m hurting inside because
My lover left me
In pain can�t she see
There�s nowhere to flee
From her memory
And no place to hide
I�m hurting inside
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I hurt inside because
I really thought she�d stay
Create a family
And greet another day
That�s how it all should be
A dream was all it was
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I�m hurting inside because
The tears will not stray
From just yesterday
When all went my way
So distant dismay
A different tide
I�m hurting inside
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I hurt inside because
I see eternity
With nothing but decay
Where once was clarity
This image on display
Remains of all that was
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I�m hurting inside because
Here in this debris
This shadow empty
Now cast to its knee
She�s taken the key
The last of my pride
I�m hurting inside 

Nothing but pain in this lyrical poem. The pattern of this poem is: V V C, V C V (V= verse, C= chorus). It is hoped that "I�m hurting inside because" got a little tedious. If it was successful, we may have missed this guy's problem and the reason she might have left him (in the last stanza).

This poem was inspired by an evening. One that evening one of our dance buddies comes over unannounced. He was a mess. He and his partner had just broken up. Though they lived together, he and his partner were not married. Arlene and I were in shock. They seemed like such a perfect couple. There was little Arlene and I could do but listen as he described his pain and the shattered dream. Our friend cried himself to sleep on our couch. Arlene caught and shared with me something that she caught from him. The next day she did some investigating. It turned out that what people saw outwardly was just one side of a coin. There was another side no one even suspected. The fact that she left him was part of his pain. The pain, for both people, would subside. He would find someone new within a few months. She found someone new in a little over a year. 

The reason relationships end are many This not only holds true for people, but work and life styles and many other things. People change. Things change. If a person or things have problems that is one thing. Even in what one deems a normal relationship, separations happen: like the kids leaving home. The change sparks feelings. Good feelings. Bad feelings. Confused feelings. Feelings that may have nothing to do with the separation. So, what might we do? We only have control over us. Some relationships have to change. Stay aware. Stay in touch. Try to be prepared. Be realistic about ourselves and our surroundings. Sounds like a lot. But we can do a lot. We really are that good. As the world changes, we can change. We can change with it or go off and discover something new. Remember, this is our time. Remember, we are special. There is a relationship. Use this relationship to mold moments and Enjoy. 

Let's step into the past: Little Anthony and The Imperials "Hurt So Bad" 

What is worse than being picked last 

Andrew Bynum is a professional basketball player who is currently a free agent. Bynum has played for the Los Angeles Lakers, Cleveland Cavaliers, and Indiana Pacers of the National Basketball Association (NBA). He was named an All-Star and was selected to the All-NBA team in 2012. In his school days he was considered a nerd, His favorite subject was physics, and he was a member of the chess team.The folks at studio C also have a nerd. In sports it seems nerds are always chosen last. 

Maybe this one will be different. "The Last Player Picked" 

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If you love someone, set them free. 

If they come back they're yours; 

if they don't they never were. 

Richard Bach

Wonder Which A Dream to Spatula Battle 

The wonder of a love 

The wonder of a spatula battle 

Wonder Which A Dream (Shakespearean sonnet) 

The sunshine of another Joyous day
Whose promise is the scent which thrills my heart
A wonder which a dream has sent my way
Which make each cherished marvel play its part
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The light of hope that wishes will come true
Whose passing makes each moment yearn for more
A wonder which a dream has cast called you
Which brings a meaning what all this is for
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The lonely cloud�s confusion is now gone
Whose purpose was a much less clue to me
A wonder which a dream had once brought on
Which made this world a better place to be
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A wonder which a dream has once eclipse
The wonder which is found amid your lips 

A lover beholds a wonder in this Shakespearean sonnet. It should be no secret that this sonnet plays with wonder. Wonder is the subject of the third line of each quatrain and the rhyming couplet. A closer look at the quatrains and we will notice how tightly this sonnet is constructed. 

Courting Amor was very formal. I pulled out all of the stops. I was a "perfect gentleman" (which was easy since this behavior was expected of me with the young ladies' groups). I showered her with flowers and fruit baskets (which she liked more than candy). I made her girlfriends envious of her. I got know all of her friends and treated them right. They, in turn, helped me to win Amor. It was quite a courtship. One could tell, because Amor had a glow. There was only one this missing. Amor likes to stroll. San Francisco has an outstanding lovers' lane, in the Presidio. I had been courting Amor for almost two month. Lovers' lane, the mood, the moment... Amor couldn't take it anymore. She took me in her arms and kissed me. A cloud had been lifted. We were teenagers again.

Isn't it funny how something holds us back.Maybe it's that job we're after. Maybe it's it;s that something that we always wanted to try. Maybe it's that someone that we just can't talk to. The key word is "can't". But "can't" we really? Many blame it on fear. Fear may be what holds back many of our potentials. But there may be other things. Things beyond our control. Things beyond our senses. We may not even be aware. What can we do? Many people say get over it. Conquer your fear. I have another suggestion. It has been my experience that everyone is good at something(s). Life has a lot to offer. Everything in its proper time. Three things in one concept. It is our life. It is our time. Maybe we are afraid of doing something or maybe it's best that we don't do it. Telling someone (or our brains) that they are afraid (fear) may make things harder. Relax. Continue to grow. Know that everyone is special. You are special. Everything in it proper time. For now, Enjoy. 

For now, let me take you away: Lenny Ibizarre "El Viejo Pescador" 

Spatulas are not just for flipping food 

The spatula goes by many other names. Depending on what country you�re in and what particular food you might be preparing, it can be called a �flipper,� a �tosser,� a �scraper,� or, as some British prefer, a �fish slice.� Some think the spatula was originally a fly swatter. The folks at beatdownboogie think the spatula was once used as a weapon. 

Think they're crazy? Well, watch this. "SPATULA BATTLE 2!" 

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Be brave, young lovers, and follow your star. 

Oscar Hammerstein II

 

He Left Me With A Song to Alike 

A man changes a person's life 

A son changes a father's life 

He Left Me With A Song (lyrical poem) 

It was early I recall
If I know a thing at all
When I beckoned to his call
My name�s written on some wall
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He was pleasant and polite
But in truth no appetite
Or my truth was not quite right
For this time there�ll be no fight
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For this your time come walk with me
Your time here is finally done
From all this you�re finally free
Your new life has finally begun
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I woke up I think at dawn
To a window I was drawn
Something�s different they are gone
In my mind a cloudy song
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It would take some time to set
No grave here for false regret
Just a walking testament
A bit harder to forget
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For this your time come walk with me
Your time here it won�t last long
From all this a chance to see
Your new life when this one is gone
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Every morning out I go
Things like me put on a show
With these feelings we don�t know
If your truth is really so
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For this your time come walk with me
Your time here will soon be through
From all this then you�ll truly be
Your new life is all about you 

A person's life is changed by a strangers in this lyrical poem. The pattern of this poem is as follows: VVC, VVC, VC (V= verse. C= chorus), The poem does contain some metaphor and open ideas. As with all my lyrical poems, the meter is kept tight.

Before working at Chevron. I worked at the M and M restaurant. It was here that I would meet my second greatest teacher and influence on my life, David. The M and M was a large hamburger restaurant with a premade dinners served in deli style. David was the owner. I did everything from cooking on the grill, to busing (cleaning) tables, to waiting on customers. Let me explain how this happened. I started as a  busboy. It got boring fast, even though the M and M drew a healthy amount of customers, especially around dinner time. David taught me to be the best busboy I could be, and see what happens. I did as he suggested and I did get better. Even more, I felt this need to be, to do even better. Soon, in addition to busing tables, I was helping the dish washer. I was helping the waitresses deliver meals. Just when I thought I was really good at something, David taught me a few tricks. This would inspire me to do better. 

When I started to wait on customers, David taught me to listen. This was good for the business and me (tips). As I got better and better, David taught me how to cook the food for the dinners and how to work the grill. I got so good that at closing time there was only David and me. It was here that David set my mind loose on "truth". There is one truth: like 1 + 1 = 2. And then there is the "truth" in people's minds. For them this "truth" is just as real and sometimes more real than what we are taught. This from a restaurant owner. But think about it. It's a restaurant. People talk. Some listen.

"What is truth?" A very famous question. There is the truth and there is the truth in people's minds. Some call it a "belief system".  A person's beliefs go far beyond religion. Try human rights, when does life begin or how long should one boil  a noodle. Some beliefs can be changed or altered. Some cannot. This is important to keep in mind. Let's say we want everyone to be treated equally. Most people can adjust. For some reason, some cannot. Everyone should still be treated equally, but we should recognize that some cannot accept this (and possibly explore the why). People's "belief system", our " belief system" is very complicated. Some of it starts from the day we are born. Some are inhabited subconsciously. Some is learned. The challenge is when truth meets truth. How is it dealt with? How do we deal with it? We are entering a time when truths are being challenged. My "belief system" suggests understanding is the answer. Keep as many doors open as possible. What does your "belief system" say?  For everything starts and ends here. Most important is the key to everything,,, Enjoy.

Here's someone who will leave us with a song: 

R.L. Burnside "See My Jumper Hanging On the Line" 

Sometimes a father can learn from his son 

It may help to understand that many of the forces driving fathers and sons apart are natural life processes. Beginning in their early teens, boys begin to differentiate themselves from their fathers, often by openly rebelling against the home rule. Daniel Mart�nez Lara & Rafa Cano M�ndez look at a father who tries to teach the right way to his son, in their short film "Alike". It was the winner of over 50 awards and nominee for 2016 Cartoon d�Or and winner of the 2016 Goya Award for best animated short film. 

It also wins the Aww Award. Find out why. "CGI Animated Short Film HD: "Alike Short Film" by Daniel Mart�nez Lara & Rafa Cano M�ndez" 

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Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, 

and one teacher can change the world. 

Malala Yousafzai

 

Whispers to How To Wash A Car With A Baby 

Whispers coming from the dance floor 

Whispers coming from a dirt car to a father 

Whispers (free form poem) 

If you could see her on the dance floor
You couldn�t help but feel her moves
Calling you in whispers so loud so loud
Do you want more You want more You want more
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I draped my arms around this soft pearl
The music held us to explore
Take me to your world she whispers whispers
Let�s make it whirl Make it whirl Make it whirl
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Time then stopped and people disappeared
We rose to our heaven apart
Whispers echoing She wants to wants to
Still the beat of the music� or is it my heart
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For this moment, two transform to one
She feels my thoughts. I share her form
What need for whispers when her eyes her eyes
The midnight sun� time for fun. I�m undone.
She whispers� 

The dance floor transforms in this free form poem. The most notable thing about this poem are the echoes. The breaks represent a change in scene: for example, in the first stanza he is looking at her. In the second stanza they are dancing together. And so forth... 

Years of practicing (I'm a slow learner) didn't go to waste. Arlene and I were pretty good dancers. We weren't professionals, but we went out dancing a lot. One of our most memorable evenings was when The Crew, Arlene and I were part of, went down to Tingles with Gary and Gloria Poole. Gary and Gloria were a brother and sister dance team and Disco Dance Champions. They were also close cousins of Valerie, a member of The Crew. Gloria and I had a crush on one another, way back when, but it never evolved into anything.  

Gary heard about how good Arlene and I were on the dance floor. He had an ego equal to mine. He challenged me to a dance show down. Gary, being a big star, had no problem  talking the Tingles' owner into the show down. Arlene and I chose Malo's "Suavecito" as our song. We were doing pretty good until I made a mistake. I had Arlene close to me and looked into her eyes. All of the sudden the crowd of people disappear. We forgot about the competition. There was only the music and us two. Needless to say, Gary and Gloria blew us away. Later that evening, Gary told Arlene and me that he saw, on the dance floor, why people enjoyed watching us dance. 

(If the poem suggests something more - maybe) 

In today's world, more than ever, we are constantly under the mold of group think. We are told what is in style, what is beautiful, what to believe, what is important. Our computers are making it easier and easier to gather information about us. Information to mold us. To make us easier to control. There are some instances when group think is valuable: like safety and emergencies, for example. But what is important to our life is what we believe. What is important to us? It is vital that we cultivate this in ourselves and in others. Some may believe in a supreme being, while others may not. It's okay. We can still live happily together. So it is with all things. The only rule is that we and our beliefs should not hurt anyone or anything. This is our life. That is their life. The wonder of it all. That individuals, who are all different, can exist together. And together we can win our freedom and Enjoy. 

Back at the dance: Malo "Suavecito" 

Speaking about freedom, does your car need washing 

According to Professional Carwashing and Detailing the best car wash in America is Mister Car Wash, headquarter in Tuscon, Arizona. This company was established in 1969 and is now operating in 20 states. If there is not a Mister Car Wash near you Jordan Watson, of How to DAD, has another idea. 

Now fathers, pay close attention. "HOW TO WASH A CAR WITH A BABY" 

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Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. 

Percy Bysshe Shelley 

 

Past Midnight Fling to How to Open a Bottle with a Cucumber 

The secret what happens past midnight 

The secret of opening a bottle with a cucumber 

Past Midnight�s Fling (poem) 

The clock strikes one
Far from the sun
The madness past midnight
Has just begun
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Let loose the light
Which blurs from sight
Melodious movement
Of our delight
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Toward sultry scent
Our purpose bent
To flavor forever
In time well spent
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With all
The glorious kisses
There�s nothing between us
That cannot be shared
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Recall
The lingering silence
With feelings so intense
Still two lovers dared
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As we confer
Our bliss to stir
To places predisposed
For lover�s myrrh
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Our eyes are closed
Senses exposed
To lavish our longing
With sweet repose
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Let fall
No secrets to hold back
Our love remains intact
In passion ensnared
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Enthrall
Our moment in pleasure
Let all else surrender
Two lovers declared
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The clock will ring
Our hearts still sing
While utterly undone
Past midnight�s fling 

It's past midnight and these lovers have just begun in this poem. This looks like a lyrical poem. It could be, but it has no recurring chorus. There a few measures of note in this poem. The poem has two types of rhyme structures. In one structure, the third line contains a play of sounds: i.e. the M in madness and midnight (Word Wizardry). In the other rhyme pattern: strict rhymes give way to sound alike. 

This poem goes back to those disco days. It was 10:00. Time to go out dancing. At around 8ish "The Crew" would gather, at one of our houses or a restaurant or at the hair salon. "The Crew" consisted of Ed & Sherrie, Mike & Valerie, Lance & Whoever and Arlene & Me.  Our nightclubbing area was from Bocce, in Sausalito to Tingle. in South San Francisco. We'd leave the final choice of venue up to Ed. He had a knack at selecting where the evenings best action would be. We would hit the club by 11:00 and leave before they closed, at 2:00. Sometimes The Crew would head for the nearest all night pancake joint. We were all friends (except for Lance's date for the evening), so it was not unusual of us to switch partners on the dance floor. Though Lance and Valerie were professional dancers, nothing, no one compared to Arlene and me when we dance with each other. (Long before, when Arlene found out that I couldn't dance, she spent years to teach me.) Arlene's biggest thrill was when we could clear the dance floor, because other couples would stop and watch us. The Crew once did a three night (two day) binge. Three straight nights of dancing. Two days at lake Chebot. Those were the disco days. 

(If the poem hints at something else - Maybe.) 

Imagine that. I couldn't dance. Then I fall for the girl of my dreams. If I was to make her happy, I had to learn to dance. I learned to dance just in time to be a part of a trend that was sweeping the world. Not only that, life had surrounded me with dancers. It was like, life had put this whole dance thing just for me. But let's step back a little. doesn't this happen to other people? Doesn't life place stepping stones for every individual? I am not suggesting that our life is preplanned. But, for me, there seems to be an order to it. An order personally suited for each individual. Doubt? Take a look at our life. What do we do well? What were the steps that brought us to this point? Now take the next step and Enjoy. 

Back to the poem: Katherine Lynch "Twilight Romance" 

What will we think of next 

Cucumbers contain most of the vitamins you need every day, just one cucumber contains Vitamin B1, Vitamin B2, Vitamin B3, Vitamin B5, Vitamin B6, Folic Acid, Vitamin C, Calcium, Iron, Magnesium, Phosphorus, Potassium and Zinc. Not only that. Did you know we can use a cucumber to open a bottle? 

Here to show use how is Dave Hax. "How to Open a Bottle with a Cucumber - Life Hack" 

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There are two great days in a person's life - 

the day we are born 

and the day we discover why. 

William Barclay

 

Something to I Rap To Cats 

What is that something in a lover's heart 

What is that something that makes him rap to his cats 

Something (English sonnet) 

Dark clouds are gone another sunny day
The scent of hope now blossoms everywhere
The songs of Joy are loosed to thrill the air
My heart beats rhythms something�s on its way
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It�s something grander than mere words can share
It�s something even time can�t snatch away
It�s something where sweet dreams may go astray
It�s something nothing can shape to compare
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How do we choose our memories to trace
When daylight comes what feelings will still flow
When nothing�s left what will this soul turn to
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Soon something will put reason in its place
As something happens even angels know
Another moment blessed with holding you 

A lover's heart sings out in this English sonnet. In the quatrains a guy in despair meets a lady who takes away the darkness. In the second quatrain an ostinato develops, as the guy tries to put a meaning to his heart. With the triplets the mood changes as the guy just gives in to his feelings. 

When Arlene died, I went into mourning. My mourning consisted of working very hard for the Masons and being very active in charities and volunteer work. I wasn't interested in dating or meeting other women. Because of my heavy involvement with youth groups, the Masons thought it best if I were seen in the company of a woman. So it was that I met Amor. There were others trying to get my attention. In fact, Amor wasn't one of them. I went after her attention. What attracted me to her (beside her looks) was her humor. I don't mean jokes. Amor can do or say things that are so cute that it makes me laugh. Laugh so hard that I know how I will die: Laughing at Amor's cuteness. As I got to know her, there was something more. At the time I couldn't put my finger on it. As we are married now, I was successful. After three years of marriage romance (and only one argument during the whole time), I fell ill. It was then I started to learn about that "something". I marvel at life. After a rough childhood, I did so much. I touched so many. For me, there was a strange order to life. Now, life has blessed me with Amor. Exactly what/who I need right now. 

Life is a marvel. I wonder at the many things I have done. I boast, that I have done thing that others only dream about. Then I meet others whose life seems to mirror mine. In 8th grade met a person who looked just like me. (There are other examples of this on YouTube.) The two of us met in a place, a time, a life. What are the chances that a teacher and I would meet. A teacher who would watch over me for my whole school adventure. Through this teacher, I would meet my other half. For me, there seemed to be an order to life. Everything in its time. Sound familiar? Life is a marvel. A gift to us. Perfect? What is that? Who or what defines "perfection"? Our perfection. Our life. The wonder of it all. Sculptured just for us. Could this masterpiece be better? Let's find out and Enjoy. 

Let's enjoy a masterpiece from a past: The Beatles "Something" 

Do we love our cats enough to write a song 

When a cat chases its prey, it keeps its head level. Dogs and humans bob their heads up and down. Sometimes we humans bob our heads to the rhythm of a good tune. Does a cat? Does a cat even care? Dan Bull cares. He cares so much that he wrote them a rap song for his cats. 

Dan's rap may not be the best but put to a cat video... "I RAP TO MY CATS | Dan Bull" 

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Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, 

while loving someone deeply gives you courage. 

Lao Tzu