Tag Archives: GRATITUDE

BUYING A YACHT

yacht

I wish I had the money
To buy myself a yacht.
I wouldn’t spend it that way
But would love what I bought.
I’d have a huge party
With every friend I know
And let it go on and on
For about a week or so.

And, gifts to everybody
Who was ever kind to me.
Just something thoughtful
To give them gratefully.
I’d pick things out carefully
And wrap them up nice
And in some cases I’m sure
I’d do it at least twice.

I’d rent a fancy house
That overlooked the beach
With kayaks and hammocks
All within everyone’s reach.
And I would hire a caterer
To make delicious foods
So nobody would hunger
No matter what their mood.

And I would hire musicians
To play on regular intervals.
Maybe local songwriters
And super talented minstrels.
And I would wear my finest
Most beautiful things I’ve got.
That’s what I would do if
I could buy myself a yacht.

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AFFIRMATION

Rope Swinging over a river

I’ve got a lot to be thankful for
I want to waste no time in bitchin’.
I may not drive a fancy car
I have no mansion to be rich in.
But I got fingers
And I got toes
And sometimes that’s
Just the way it goes.
I wake up in the morning
And jump out of bed,
And just be thankful
That I’m not dead.

I’ve got clothes on my back
And shoes on my feet.
A place to lay my head
And enough food to eat.
There’s plenty in my life
For which I am grateful.
And absolutely no reason
For me to feel hateful.

I see a lot of people now
Gripe about what they want.
I’m sure when they’re dead
They’ll want a better house to haunt.
It seems they waste their time
And they fail to appreciate
The hundred times a day
What they have is truly great.

I’ve got a lot to be thankful for
I want to waste no time in bitchin’.
I may not drive a fancy car
I have no mansion to be rich in.
But I got fingers
And I got toes
And sometimes that’s
Just the way it goes.
I wake up in the morning
And jump out of bed,
And just be thankful
That I’m not dead.

FAMILY

family cropt

FAMILY

I’m writing this because

I always know you care.

I am very sure that you

Are out there, somewhere

Wishing the very best

For me and what I do

And that my fondest dreams

Are all coming true.

 

It is very much like knowing

There is always air

To breath and to feel;

That you are real and ready

With love enough to share.

And cannot bear the thought

That I might be suffering.

 

Nor I the same of you

Might want for anything

That my love can provide.

 

You can just look inside

My heart and find yourself there

And always know that I care.

That I am always there

Somewhere.

 

Brent Kincaid

2/24/2015

 

FRIENDS

FRIENDS

FRIENDS

I could not have done

What I have done so far

If it were not for the fact

That my friends are such stars

At support and approval.

Can we ever get too much?

They stayed beside me,

They stayed in touch.

 

I once got into the zone

Of going it all alone;

That egotistic drive

From being alive

And not smart enough

To see it can get tough.

 

Then things got strange

And I had to change

Or keep on being lazy

And maybe going crazy.

My friends came along

When I was going wrong

To celebrate my success.

When I pulled back from the mess.

 

So to bring this tale

To a satisfactory end,

Let me proudly say

I have had good friends.

They scoffed at me

Whenever I got too stiff.

The hollered at me

If I backed too near a cliff.

 

Brent Kincaid

12/30/2014

(Image from blog.clarity.fm)

 

 

PRICELESS GIFT

PRICELESS GIFT

THE PRICELESS GIFT

You were supposed to save me
From some kind of spiritual hell.
I prayed you’d come to rescue me
To save me from my self.

I was very good at getting myself
Into messy puzzles I couldn’t work.
I knew just how to surround myself
With every kind of jerk.

I knew how to make the best things
Fall apart in my inept hands.
I turned good fortune into bad
In a way I still don’t understand.

And there was nothing bigger
Or more important that I was.
I might have been a wiser soul
But I could never quite see a cause.

Right now was important to me
And tomorrow I did not trust.
If I had been born with a halo
It would have turned to rust.

Nothing was so reverent to me
That I could not cheapen its value.
I could not celebrate a holiday
I put no price on virtue.

I learned to be the kind of person
Who measured my life in gold.
In not very many years at all
I was suddenly sour and old.

You taught me to look around
And begin to witness life’s wonders
Like snowdrifts and the aurora
And lightning and thunder.

You helped me to realize
That I was living life foolishly
By prizing temporary things
And ignoring the gifts in front of me.

Brent Kincaid
12/9/2014