Friday, October 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Reflections regarding commonallity
So what do we have in common and who do we have these things in common with? Our age? Man or Woman? Children or no children. Grandchildren or no grandchildren. The list is huge, so there really isn't an excuse to be lonely, unhappy or unfulfilled.
What responsibility do we have to ourselves? If we don't venture out, nothing lost, nothing gained!
Human kind would not have survived, in fact they would have starved if they did not seek nourishment. Was it dangerous, frightening, overwhelming, death defying? Yes, but absolute death and vanquish would have been eminent had they not sought nourishment. Mental, emotional and physical, it all has the same weight on the scales of survival.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Prose and Poetry
Money Has Nothing To Do With It!
That's a lie, that's a fantasy and that's a cop-out...
Who pays my bills, if not I?
How do I eat, how do I sleep and how do I get about?
What would my mind do, if I had no money?
Where would I live, what would I wear, how would I survive?
As years build up, my body breaks down. How would I make it,
If, money has nothing to do with it?
Who would buy my meds and offer me elder care?
My independence as decided by me, says I!
I work for freedom and my prison is my work.
When does it end? It ends at the end, I cry...
June 12, 2009
That's a lie, that's a fantasy and that's a cop-out...
Who pays my bills, if not I?
How do I eat, how do I sleep and how do I get about?
What would my mind do, if I had no money?
Where would I live, what would I wear, how would I survive?
As years build up, my body breaks down. How would I make it,
If, money has nothing to do with it?
Who would buy my meds and offer me elder care?
My independence as decided by me, says I!
I work for freedom and my prison is my work.
When does it end? It ends at the end, I cry...
June 12, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Day One of the Rest of My Life....
There is no reason to re-invent oneself if the original can be salvaged!
Love Angels on Raindrops
The dusk of night weeps angels on raindrops
Gently falling onto the petals and peapods.
Unfolding their wings they gather the dew
Collections of stardust for me and you.
They meander the garden of violets and pansies
Dodging the puddles, twirling and dancing.
Angels on raindrops have dropped to the ground
Blowing their kisses not making a sound.
Searching you out wherever you are,
Whether hiding from me or not very far.
Angels on raindrops kissing the cold
Spreading good wishes and warming the soul.
Their glow lights the dusk, never to fall
Shiny blue eyes, warming us all.
As morning is near, they scurry away
Riding the raindrops, no time to stay.
Love Angels on Raindrops
The dusk of night weeps angels on raindrops
Gently falling onto the petals and peapods.
Unfolding their wings they gather the dew
Collections of stardust for me and you.
They meander the garden of violets and pansies
Dodging the puddles, twirling and dancing.
Angels on raindrops have dropped to the ground
Blowing their kisses not making a sound.
Searching you out wherever you are,
Whether hiding from me or not very far.
Angels on raindrops kissing the cold
Spreading good wishes and warming the soul.
Their glow lights the dusk, never to fall
Shiny blue eyes, warming us all.
As morning is near, they scurry away
Riding the raindrops, no time to stay.
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