I lost my mojo

Remember me part 2

We will Remember Part 2

A toast to the 7 B. of people,
The millions of sightings,
The Thousands of acquaintances,
The hundreds we have touched
The many we have known,
And the few we love.

You might not know of who I am,
But I know you exist.
Whether we have intervened or unqualified,
There is a strong presence of your character inside of me.
It never matters about the status or the money,
Nor the physicality in your stature,
Or clothing which hides your suit.

I don't know how you think, or your habits you love yet hate.
Your friends, your family, your pets.
Your weaknesses, your poor decisions,
Your body, your soul,
Your choices, your Facebook Page.
Or your most deepest crushes.

But deep down, there is a heart.
A inner part of your body that exists beyond physicality.
Forgiveness, Compassion, Humanitarian, and Understanding.
A part of your body called Love.
It may be hidden, it may be unused,
But I know that it is there.

Everyone is born an original,
Yet, everyone is born with love.
We are afraid to admit our sacredness
Because we are scared of being vulnerable.
You don't have to explain it to me,
I understand.

A toast to you and yours truly.
Your family, your friends, your life.
We celebrate you and your character,
Your life and your accomplishments.
Whether we see your true character of commitment,
I will remember you.

We will Remember Part I

Every day is a new day,
Sometimes the same, sometimes different,
Imitated, never duplicated,
Planned or Unplanned,
Spontaneous and Sporadic with Excitement in Ecstasy,
The 24 hours will carry on.

The music will play,
In our hearts, in our heads.
A symphony of sound,
Surrounds the suburban sun striking down,
On smiles and shuttered eyes,
Countless instruments with only
12 definitive notes.
Coming together to play a melody.

Laughter lulls our hearts together,
Whether we are strangers, acquaintances
Men, Women, Children, Pets.
Your friends, our family.
Our friends, your family.
We could've been anywhere in the world,
But we decided to be here.

There is a discussion prior to the events of time,
But there is no description deciding how defined the dedication is.
The end result will only be known after the end has come,
As we can only put together a puzzle after creating the picture.
Whatever we have planned has led up to this time,
This moment, this capsule, this memory.

Living history, History in the making,
As the actions of our bodies create the scenery of our eyes,
The thoughts in our minds, and sounds in our ears.
Recording with unlimited tape, the audio and video is being recorded,
Dated, and Archived.

Remembrance, Memory,
Unscripted.
No script could write such a story,
No story could write such a script.
Whatever happened, happened for a reason.
And whichever way we go from here, this will be left.
In our minds, In our souls.
From now until our dying day,
Until the end of time.
We will remember...

TBC