La - ProfilesArchive

About Me

I'm a novice when it comes to recieving. Giving has become my expertise. But giving alone without getting Becomes soon a fatal disease.
If the intake valve is not opened There's no way to maintain the supply There comes a point in the cycle of life When the out-going stream runs dry.
Straining out the love from a vacuum Is like drinking from the heart of stone. Try as we may, at the end of the day, We're exhuasted, frustrated, alone.
" Better to give then to recieve," we are taught. Yet another truth I've learned just by living: Only the soul with the grace to recieve, Excels in the fine art of giving.
But the lesser side of a man of genius is instructive to study--indeed, it is necessary that we should study it if we would thoroughly understand his genius. "No man," it has been very falsely said, "is a hero to his _valet de chambre_(english Gentalmen's Gentalman)." The very opposite is the truth. Man will bow the knee only to his own image and likeness. The deeper the humanity, the deeper the adoration; and from this law not even divinity is excepted. All we adore is human, and through knowledge of the flesh that grovels we may catch sight of the soul ascending towards the divine stars.
adopt your own virtual pet!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

This layout was handmade with love by the folks at My space or yours? using original artwork by Marah Johnson. Go get one!

My Blog

A Short Christmas Story for you... From Me.

"T'wis the night before Christmas, and all through the house,Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.All the stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In the hopes that Good ole Saint Nicolas...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 08:51:00 GMT

Give Me Truths

Give me truths;For I am weary of the surfaces,And die of inanition. If I knewOnly the herbs and simples of the wood,Rue, cinquefoil, gill, vervain and agrimony,Blu...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 12:36:00 GMT

A Short Christmas Story for you... From Me.

T'wis the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. All the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Good Ole Saint Nick woul...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 10:56:00 GMT

Is this a life...

.................... Your so much more than just good enough. .... Home from school, early as usual but not early enough, rushing to get into the door. Tripping on his shoes once again ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 22:03:00 GMT

Yet another thought yet something more...

There will always be imagination. The hopes of a small boy playing ball in the front yard with his father, instantly transformed into a major league ball player, with a record begotten only by a...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 20:39:00 GMT

Something Short, Something True, Something Written For all Of you...

Their is nothing more pure than the love of a Mother, The compassion, and reverance you hold for one another. To hold a child that belongs to you; brings happiness, joy, sorrow, and through the ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 16:42:00 GMT

Part Two, yip you get more.... Not too much though hehehe

NOTES:Okay so we need a name for these two any ideas ? I personally have a few but thats just not gonna work because of a "conflict" of "interest" heheheAlright On with the blog Part Two...Despe...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 22:13:00 GMT

Part One... Enjoy ;)

It's raining, thunder and lighten blazing through the skies. The air electric and the ground soaked threw to mud. There standing in the middle of a field, yet they only see one another.&nb...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 12:32:00 GMT

The hopeless Romantic in all of us.

There is a place in our mind, deep far far away from everyday trials and tribulations, where every one of us wants to explore and even at times live in if only for a short time in life. That bea...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 19:59:00 GMT

To Hope To Hope I say...

To Hope [Georgiana Augusta Wylie, afterwards Mrs. George Keats] --> WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my - minds eye - flit, And the bare heath of life present...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 16:17:00 GMT