10 Search Results for "forward"
December 28, 2008
try again, fail again, fail better.
two steps forward one step back, two steps forward one step back.
intrinsically may have taken over as my favorite word, beating out quintessential.
August 8, 2009
pass it forward, to strangers.
February 26, 2012
Two weeks gone, but keep moving forward and I'll earn it all back.
June 10, 2008
the professor's cube is stumping me.
looking forward to friday the thirteenth.
October 1, 2011
Twenty massive leaps forward in one short week.
August 4, 2006
big ideas, big resources, and maybe being a client before an employee, which seems very possible after all the things put forward in a few months time, saying that i'm stoked wouldn't begin to describe it all.
December 31, 2006
chaos from afar where the only thing is a little relaxation, and on the side a whole lot to look forward to in a brand new year, oh yeah, and that celebration thingy.
February 1, 2005
for once, i will saunter as if i were young again.
it won't he the beginning, nor the end,
just some subtle time in the lost middle.
if by chance i find love, i will follow it.
and if by opposite, that which is hate,
i will stretch forward a helping hand.
April 12, 2003
stretch. stretch your fears. streatch your body. stretch your hand. stretch out to people.
baseball caps. every difference possible. do whites and blacks intentionally set themselves apart from each other? who knows. but i was thinking about baseball caps. whites where caps backwards. a lot of them have a large curve on the brim. a lot of them are faded and dirty and ripped. in fact most of them look like these charateristics. yet blacks where baseball claps that are brand new and crisp. even with the tags on them. they where them loose and keep the bill completely straight. they usually where theirs forward with a little cork to one side or the other. they're completely different. ridiculous. props to two kids in my astronomy class. the white kid who wear's the "black cap" and the black kid who where's the "whie cap".
March 19, 2003
414.
once again i'm in the middle of another peaceful day here in america. peace. what does all this war come to. here is another day that's going to be recorded in every history book ever made from this day forward. at least in america. will they talk about this war with pride as well. well the newscasters shed even a tear this time. will america shed a tear that these innocent people have been striped of their lives, and all their posessions before that. i want to know. what is it like? what's it like to have bombs in your back yard. maybe there would be some understanding if that experience existed. but not for me. freedom kicks in. we can move about freely in this country. my heart is at a standstill. my eyes search around in the hope of an answer. an answr that is skips along the lines of impossible. laying down is easy for most of us. but not for two billion other people in the world. hopefully those people have not been stripped of their wonders of imagination, creativity, dreams, hope, faith, and love. i dream of a day where peace rains across the world.
