 Looking to be
somebody
for
someone
God only knows how much I love my sons!
To you who helped us with our kids, who hugged them and raised them, who carried them and told them that someday we would be home.
And to those who made love to us and cried when we entered these gates.
And to the mothers of all who are behind these walls. We love you, miss you, cherish you and honor you.
Our Faith has kept us, ordered us, held us.
Our Souls have guided us, lead us.
Our Minds have freed us and taught us that if a man devises himself a plan to exist then he can insure himself a life.
But how many of us understand this place? This time? Who can truly see through these walls into another life? Free from restraints. Does God give time to place? Or is time and place adjacent to God himself?
There are still those who won’t let these walls destroy their consciousness but will fight and survive within them. Establishing themselves, through themselves, by themselves, for themselves. . . and continuing to the next level of consciousness that is so benign only God himself who created the devil could imagine.
I’m a Cable Installer / Jazz Musician / Poet.
I’m looking to be Somebody for Someone. I will be home in a few years. PLEASE write. I am waiting to be your Someone.
Thank you,
With much respect,
VYRON
990811
I dedicate this time to some friends I met and now sponsor. They live in Menda, Mexico. Through their aunt, who contacted my site, these amazing kids faithfully write me, draw pictures and help me learn Spanish.
They are in grade school and wish to play instruments. Mayrita wants a flute, Saul, a saxophone and Sarah an Argeli flutes. They crack me up when they ask me can they be in my band? Their school has supplied plastic flutes only. Being a musician I know the need for a personal instrument. If anyone can help obtain a new or used instrument, please contact me for information.
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