I wrote this one in honor of my mother in law that passed away on August 29, 2008. |
God's GardenGod looked around his garden And He found an empty place. And then He looked down upon the earth, And saw your tired face. He put His arms around you, And lifted you to rest. God's garden ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 16:27:00 GMT |
THE PERSON I LONG TO BE |
The day light breaks againAnother day has begun.But still no sleep has come.My body is wearyMy mind overworked.I lie awake thinkingBut what I am unsure.I need to break free from the cycle I endure.Eve...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 13:20:00 GMT |
THE PALMS OF MY SOUL |
Into the palms of my soulI gather the tear drops of loveI wash my eternal pain of separation and desperationaway for one heart beat at a timeIn my hour of lonlinessI yearn for togetherness with...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 13:17:00 GMT |
WHO AM I? |
Who am I behind this lifelong veilcovering up my painas my heart does ailWho am Iforgotten and abusedcast among the lonely lotleft feeling confusedI search for signs of hopebut it's all in vainmy life...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 13:13:00 GMT |
Mothers Day 2008 |
Sunday is Mother's Day as we all know, that is unless you're living under a rock . You can't miss it.. It's on every TV and Radio commercial, every magazine Ad, Dept. Store sale flyers, and of c...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 13:31:00 GMT |
Fools Multiply |
I'm sick of people telling liesdevoid of morals lacking respectvomiting out childrenthey raise themselvesresponsibility...fades to black.
Prayer is taken out of schoolsno time to teach...life skill t...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 15:34:00 GMT |
Is it just me? |
I have a question.. Does anyone out here in blog land ever remember their Mom’s telling them to "Treat others as you want to be treated"? Or is it just me? The reason I ask is ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 09:03:00 GMT |
So Says:____________ |
I’m so tired. So very tired." So says the driver, before he swerves into a crash,
So says the addict, as she reaches for her stash.
So says the student who hangs himself from the stairs,...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 09:14:00 GMT |
This poem is about coming to terms with feelings that we keep locked away. |
The Dark One
By: Dianne Raymond
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The Dark one has invaded my dreams,
Though his armour has chinks,
and is unraveling at the seams.
His passion burns bright,
Lays waste to my resolve...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 13:23:00 GMT |
Awakening Love |
Why is my heart so empty?
When will I ever know true love?
The kind all romantics sing and dream about.
I am the most enchanting being.
Someone whose desires and wishes,
Sometimes go unseen.
I figure...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 13:13:00 GMT |
