You can be happy

hopeful and cheery
seems spiteful and dreary
when met with the query
'well, what will you do?'
the future thats promised
to a young starving artist
is among all the blindest
conspirator fools

my life is together
i am living, am i not?
my battles won in moments
by having not fought
yes, i do as i like
and no, i may not take your word
for many verbal lashings
come into the world
i will always be chastised
i will always be wrong
if i can not please you
then i wont reach anyone
i risk sounding selfish
and yet i don't care
if i cant make you happy
i know i can get there

you can be happy
simply try
you can by happy
with life passing by
you can be happy
just don't give up
because when you are happy
you feel you're on top

no worries

fill your hearts
fill your mugs
the time will come
for swill and hugs
beasts of men
and the timid alike
will gather together
in the course of the night
they will be in peace
hearty song and dance
their celebration
their only stance
no perils of war
politics of others
no fighting for
some unknown brothers
just party, be merry
no worries, to carry

our time in Xanth (florida)

I had always imagined this place to be somewhat magical, and in many respects it has been. For four months we have been traversing through this warm state. we have experienced many miracles in unforeseen places. we have been befriended, betrayed, helped and hurt, all of which has left us stronger and more enlightened than ever before. i will always remember this place, all of the misadventures of Edgewater, the kindness found in Titusville, the insane laws of Sarasota, the great massing in Ocala, the humble caring of Port Saint Lucie, the angry (yet forgiving) police of Stuart, and the long tedious route one. though i will not miss florida, i will still look back on it fondly, and probably never come back to this ant ridden state ever again. currently we are spending our last few days here, then its off to a new farm.