Only If The Rose!

Haven sent me a rose. It was the most beautiful of all the roses that heaven had ever created. I had asked for this rose and I did everything in my power to obtain it! I was lonely, unhappy, and cold. I thought that if I prayed to the heavens that they would bless me; and so the heavens did.

A beautiful red rose appeared before me. The rose was like no other rose before it and it instantly loved me. The rose was kind to me, treated me with respect, and understanding. The rose gave and gave and gave much of itself to me - so much - that I was overwhelmed by its passion & love.

The rose loved and it loved me, but I did not share the same love that the rose had for me. I thought that I was ready – open – and mature for what I had asked for; but I wasn’t. Time kept pace with me and moved as quickly as sands pebbles through an hourglass, but my feeling for the rose did not develop more!

How do you tell something so beautiful that you love it - but - aren't 'IN LOVE' with it! This was my dilemma. I concealed my true feelings for the rose behind veiled eyes. But the rose was wise and full of spirit. One day the rose wanted to know if it was ok to ask me a serious question. I replied yes rose, ask what you may.

The rose sat up straight – looked me in my eyes. “Do you love me asked the rose?” Of course I love you rose, I asked the heavens for you! No, I so apologize said the rose – are you in love with me!

I had not told the rose my true thoughts hoping that time would fill in the love that was missing… I could not lie… I could not tell someone so beautiful, so kind, and so wonderful that I was not in love. I couldn’t… It was too hard. But the rose who had placed all of its love into me had not received the same passion and fire that it had given to me.

With soft velvet petals, the rose did caress me. From its greens leaf like fingers the rose did fan cool air upon my brow, and with thorns that are to protect, the rose did not harm me. The rose was gentle and loving for all the days we shared!

I… I never wanted to hurt the rose. The rose asked little of me… and here I was about to destroy all that the rose had hoped for and all that I had asked the heavens to provide me with. But I needed to be a man! I needed to tell the rose the truth. Yes, I did and do love the rose… I love you… Yes, I do… but I am not in love with you my dearest rose!

The Yolk!

You are the pieces that make me hold. I am the outside that keeps you balanced. You are the center of my world, the yolk that I feed from. We are together never apart, where one cannot exist without the other.

I couldn't say this any other way, but I am ready for the unthinkable, the unbelievable and the incredible, where you are at the helm and I captain by your side.

I will take all that you can give and give all that you can take. We exist in spirit where the meaning of time exists only in the dreams of our creation. We are not bound by the rules of space and time where moments are taken forgathered. We feed upon each others growth and wisdom. We partake of each other, where mere words have the power to heal and cure.

We live among the all, but listen to nature. We do not ignore that voice that tells us life little secretes and we rejoice in the successes of our love by moving aside all failures.

May our lives be filled with love, trust, passion, true understanding and kindness for all our days! Please accept my hand, for with in my hand I hold my heart(the yolk)and you now hold that hand!

BUSH UNABATED

If you ever thought that an American occupation of a foreign country was scary - than you really need to watch this 18 minute video. In 2007 we made another of many bad decides that was caught on tape and leaked to the public three years later - on Monday 4/5/10 - This is exactly why the BUSH Administration should be hailed accountable for their crimes. This is absolutely unbelievable!

Baecon of Hope

There are times when I know you are tired and you cannot stand on your feet. I know that off in the distance you feel alone and helpless. Close your eyes and put one foot into the waters of the unknown. Now place the other foot in and lay back. stretch your arms out wide and move them through the water.

Release your fear for I am your support. If you cannot swim, I will be your life-raft. Breathe in deep and exhale slowly. Time is absence and we control its hands. Stay focused on your goal - for at the end of this endeavor - you will be successful.

I will let go - one hand at a time - so that you may swim on your own. Keep moving and don't stop. If you get lost - I'll be a beacon of positive hope floating out in the waters of time, so that you will always be able to find your way home.

I HATE HAVING A COLD!!!

Ok, my little brother was sick and decided that he shouldn't be the only one feeling crappy, coughing, sneezing, achy head and not being able to rest. So he devised a plan that would shake up the house. This little monkey, started coughing on everyone that came near him... despite the fact that we were trying our best to provide some basic feel good care.

Upon my first cough/sneeze I caulked it up to my allergies - right!? - WRONG! I was sick with a cold... My head, back, body, everything was achy. I had a slight fever and I could hear off in the distance a chuckle from my "CHEEKY" little brother. Not only did he get me sick, but he got My mom, my brother, my boyfriend, and two friends sick as well!!!! He need an ASS WOOPEN! But what can I do... I love him - even if he did make us all sick!

BRAT!!!

A Sad Day In My World!!!

This week was suppose to be a happy week for my Persian family. My Persian father (Iraj) had come home from the hospital and was doing better as he had been ill and in recovery. I took my vacation to come home to visit him, knowing he wasn't well. March 2nd, was a great day... My Persian father turn a whopping 70 years old and what made the day even better, my little brother was home from Iran to be with his father! We had a good time. I washed dads face, arms & feet, he smiled. I prepared to leave and head back to Philadelphia; I hugged dad, mom, my little brothers, Rooz and Sep then headed home. I knew soon it would be Norooz The Persian New Year and my little brother Rooz's birthday!

I was happy to know that I had seen dad just in case something happened while I was in Philadelphia. I told my boss that I wanted to pop back home for a short weekend to visit dad... I called my little bro and he told me that dad wasn't doing well. I had worked a long day and was a bit tired... but decided to rest a bit then drive 10 hours back to Michigan to see dad before he passes. I woke up and called home to check in. Ali, a wonderful friend and close member of my extended family told me that dad died the moment I called!

I couldn't believe it... This wonderful man that married a wonderful woman who gave birth to two amazing sons and accepted me as their son without criticism of who I was as a person... who didn't care about my past... who didn't care about anything other than loving me and opening their home to me was now GONE! There wasn't a day, a second, a moment that dad (Iraj) didn't love me, talk to me, motivate me... And I am sad to say that on this NOROOZ... I will not have him... I will not see his wonderful smile, I will miss his voice... I will miss the man I called father!

100lbs TO GO!