Sunday, February 28, 2010

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

I am trying to keep my head above water...
the waves at low tide looked extra powerful
and regardless of how retarded I felt taking this exam so I could volunteer my time
for an Aussie club next to my old Australian home...
never more i have felt at a loss and helpless
while I waited for the tsunami that never came...
maybe a few inches...
what other disasters could befall me
as i try to escape the thoughts of the financial disaster back in the Okie Zone...
with the surf handicap swim race that wont happen...
I want to play again in this race as I would as a boy...
in fun race around the buoys
catching up and passing swimmers with the same goal young and old...d
the race doesnt happen and you have to face this little bald headed man with perhaps ego issues
he condescendingly emails you that his children have auspergers which mirrors ADD..
u have met people like this who feel they want to show their superiority over your ignorance...
so u try one more time knowing that he won't let you finish the race...
well you think there are rips that you take you past the dangerous waves...
where are the rips to the Aussies (national surf/swim)...
or will u just let the waves overpower u back to the haven of the shore
or can you find the rip?, Garvald Murray??
u cry to your wife
on one of the loneliest most beautiful full moonlit nights that you have seen
as the tidal waves play in the king tides of the full moon
telling her your parents are both long gone..
u don't have them to ring and tell them how sad ur life is...

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise
both go out to the full moon and have a heart to heart

chat with your best friend..
and after reading this poem by Rudyard
u both have have new found inspiration to meet the brave new world!

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