I want an iPad and I don't even know why.

     For the past few weeks, I've been thinking about getting an iPad. The only problem is, I don't exactly know why. And I feel that the mass people out there that are getting the iPad don't know why either. It has all these cool applications you can use, but so does the iPhone. In a way, that's exactly what it is. The only difference is, it's bigger than the phone but you can't make calls on it.

     In that case, why don't I just get the iPhone? This has been my dilemma. I want to treat myself to something cool, a gadget that we only dreamed of when we were kids. Do you remember the flying cars from Back to the Future or any the James Bond gadgets from his movies? I remember thinking, if something like that ever came out for real, I'll get me one. I guess that is why I want one of these gadgets. Not because I need it. My world would be pretty much the same if I had an iPad/iPhone or not.

     Yet, I still have itchy hands to go get one. I mean, I can use the iPad to download a book I'd like to read and within a few moments, there it is. Or, I can watch an episode of Lost that I wasn't able to watch because of some meeting I had to attend while i'm taking the train. You can watch movies, e-mail your friends, go to facebook, FIND RECIPES!!!! This stuff is all at the palm of your hands. And iPad will be selling there product not only with wi-fi, but with 3G as well. So, you'll be able to access your hearts contents wherever you go.
    
     But do I need to have all this information and stuff available to me every second of my life? Is it too much to just wait until you get home to search the web for whatever it is you'd like to do? We are part of a Now generation, a generation that has become very dependent on technology to fill our needs. And I wonder to myself if this is progress or are we somehow damaging our own humanity. How can we exercise patience when we can have things at a snap of a finger? Will our social skills lack because we are so use to texting or IMing our friends? How do I stop being so attracted to new cool technology that I really can do without?

Frustrations from "would you come with me?"

I would have came with you if you still wanted me. But down the road, it was another who you seeked. The stars are waiting but not for us. It pains me to even say that much. The night belongs to other lovers in the world, no longer for us. So, tell your new partner not to miss out for you and I will always be apart. Since you've left there has been no reason to worry. For what? All that I worried for was you. You are gone now and I am but a memory, if that. We don't have each other, we are strangers once again. So, don't bother cooking me meat and eggs without peas. That is all but a dream. It was never my wish, my demand to have you go. But left me you did. If all you ask is for me to come, I would have if you never left.

Buckin' Buffalo Part II

Chad started talking to us, my friend from way back and I. He showed that lovely smile of his and every so often, our eyes would meet. When it did, he would give this half smile and bite his lip. It was as though he knew a secret and was having a hard time containing himself. His brown eyes were almost hypnotic, singing to my inner consciousness with promises of kisses and such. There was something dangerous about Chad. There had to be. How can a person you just met lower your defenses like that? His presence felt surreal, as if he was a part of a dream. Did he know how much he affected me with every smile and every slight touch? It was almost too much to bare. "Sing to me, my angel. Don't tease me with your eyes anymore. Let me taste you, let me hold you. You are my Queen and I am your King. Meet me by the moonlight, my Love." He must be in my head, cause it's his voice I hear singing. Who are you, Chad Moon? Why do I feel I'd give up all I have just to be with you? He gave my friend and I one last smile, then walked away. I could feel the ache of my heart the further he was away from me. My head started to spin, my body temperature still high. How can this be? Did Chad's presence throw off my equilibrium? Lord knows, I only had one drink. As the night went on, my friend started to get a little too touchie with me. I didn't want to be rude, but I started to feel very uncomfortable. Just before I was on the verge of yelling, Chad came in between him and I. He held my hand and took me to the dance floor. He rescued me from what could have been a very awkward situation. Chad looked me in the eyes and I could feel the warmth of my body again. His eyes began to sing to me once more, "I will keep you safe, my dear. You belong to me, The King of the Night."

Dedicated to: Ms. Del Ponte

Buckin' Buffalo

He came to me in the bar. At first, I didn't know what to think of the man. But when he held his hand into mine, I knew no other hand could fit quite as perfectly as his did that night. That was my first impression of Chad Moon. A very handsome, slightly drunk young man. A friend of mine from Elementary School and a few of his buddies decided to head over to Buffalo and spend the weekend. From my understanding, they have been doing this quite often the last two years or so. Had I known, I would have came to meet up with them earlier. It would have given me sometime to spend with a few really nice gentlemen....and of course, the see more of Chad. It's weird because there was something about him that just moved me. It could have been his smile or how he grabbed my hand, as if he held my hand a thousand times before that moment. There was a recognition of souls, as if we knew each other in past life times. As if we already shared a lover's kiss. All I knew when he held on to my hand was that I wished by some divine power, he wouldn't let go. For if he let go, or if I was to let go, we would lose something so perfect and right. Something the Gods set up before time. It was Chad and me from the very start of things. Before Adam and Eve, before the foundations of heaven itself, this meeting together with Chad was a part of some celestial plan. Yes, from the first moment he held my hand, I was his.

Dedicated to: Ms. Del Ponte

Give me a chance

Come give me a chance and I'll do right by you. Fight, kick and even dance with you. Call you crazy and say your mad. Mucho love is what I have. Come chill with me in the yard and watch the ants crawl around. Let's talk about whatever, let's talk about it for a while. Come sit with me and hold my hand. Look at your smile and be amazed of how lucky I am. If you just come and dance, I will love you mucho, just need a chance.