The good weather never stays

Bursts of sun forshadow a milky gray
like Fireworks before a snowstorm,
A rare few stop to watch the sparks dissappear to ash.

Anxious umbrellas sheathed
and hoods dry,
waiting and waiting
for the sky to cry.

Because the good weather never stays.
Or at least is never expected it to.
Maybe thats why it travels light
and stays just moments.

A pledge

This is a pledge
To realy smile
Like there is a joke stuck in my mouth
And the corners are stretching to contain my laughter.
Eyes like saphires I will forget to light up rooms while just searching for the souls within them.
And when my balloon of laughter finally pops , I will let it echo from room to room .
The world is a stage,
And men play many parts.
I choose to be the comedian-
Because the world needs laughter.
The world needs love .

Life is like a Pomelo

Life- general or universal condition of human existence.
Pomelo- very large, yellow or orange citrus fruit of a tree, Citrus maxima, of southeastern Asia.

Life is like pealing a pomelo for the first time.
Its outside is pseudo hard and easy to pierce.
Once the yellow hide is penatrated you must peel away layers and layers of milky-pink fluff.
When your done with the pink you get to the rougher and harder to remove white layer of skin,
flesh that might belong on the underbelly of a dinosaur or crocadile.
After laboring through that layer you now face the arduous task of disecting the heart,
problem after problem arises.
You feel as if the most well trained surgeon would fail at this same task,
each piece you try to split seems fractious.
Finally when all is done and you have put things in order and catagorized your disaray,
you bite into the succulent red-orange pulp.
A rare pleasure such as this is one you may only experience once,
so you cherish each an every moment.