What A Perfect Gift Needs

Giving a gift – no matter how much time, money, or creativity was put into it – is still a miraculous action. Without listing all the gifts I have given and received (which is a lot, more so the former than the latter,) I have seen that the perfect gift needs three attributes.

One: It’s basic, but sometimes forgotten. While it’s still a gift, I’ve received dozens of items that, quite plainly, I didn’t like. Sure, there are times to take a risk and there are times that a gift gone unliked can be made into a joke, but let’s be sure it’s something they like.

Two: Everyone, and I mean everyone loves knowing you remembered something they said, loves having their advice shared, or/and loves hearing you quote them. Did they once say (very randomly, I might add) that they are a swedish fish? Maybe they said that their grandmother once had a butterfly lapel. Whatever the odd case – and yes, it’s usually humurous – you can always find a way to tag it to a gift.

Three: Not to be confused with number one, you want the gift to be something they want. She may like flowers, but not necessarily want them. He may like the color green, but that doesn’t mean he wants a moss-covered rock. Oh, and everyone has wants, so don’t listen to anyone who says they don’t. It makes it more difficult for you, but more worth it too.

The best part of these three characteristics of a perfect gift is the ability to randomize them, mix them up, and create something weird.

 

Stay Positive & Get Wierd (they are the best gifts)

Garth E. Beyer

 

Poetry Night 004

Poetry Night 004

A Mental Buzz: When Thoughts Attack

Tonight I just want to share a quick random poem I wrote one night when I was hyper at 1:00am in the morning.

 

A Palpable Sentiment

The frame around us is delicate, but the canvas is strong with color.

I want shoes made out of love, nothing other.

Lions, tigers, beard, robbers,

Purple boots, and blue car coppers,

Painted scenes, I’m up all night.

Flying kites and Slaying monsters,

Speak to me in foreign tongues. Share your secrets one by one.

Falling asleep without a parachute, only because you are the sky I fell through.

I just can’t compete with the addictions I’ve made.

Sunshine is racing to the green terrace, my mind is pacing.

Slanted trees, thoughts slow the breeze.

Caught in every intricate corner of my frame, wicked webs holding me in-sane.

Causing me to smirk at my mighty fine work,

As I dance on the dust of wishes being whispered and lost.

Pleading for the arrival of this out worldly superstition survival, lost.

Oh! Just watch me walk across this river,

As the children turn the world upside down on the monkey bars and snicker,

This life is only a faithful conception of a falsely illusive figure.

–          Everett

 

I’m spending time with family in Illinois so no great explanation for the poem. As all of my poetry, I hope you use your imagination to create a story behind the poem.

 

Stay Positive and Imaginate

Garth E. Beyer