rocks? |
an ancient torture that is still practiced today is to continuously put rocks on top of someone until they die. i must wonder if that is where the phrase "the straw that broke the camels back" came f...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 15:29:00 GMT |
who are you? |
there is an old euphemism about giving the shirt off your back and how we recognize this as an ultimate sacrifice. i say bullshit, unless the shirt was what was needed, what have you truly given? A ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 06:24:00 GMT |
spirit eternal |
i once believed, but now i knowwhen one dies just where they gothe first of all these visitsmade me ponder just what is thisthe young ones know and always seethrough the veil eternitybut i have touche...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 03:51:00 GMT |
freedom |
freedom, i welcome you, but the past is a chain left to be broken. how can anyone ignore reality by simply choosing not to see it. when i say it hurts, it inevitably comes to hurt more, su...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 23:00:00 GMT |
time stands still |
i want to pause for a minute or two. freeze things as they are right this moment. nora is in washington and struggling to get her life together. hunter and i are home, home and close...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 16:21:00 GMT |
to bury a rose |
how does one go about burying a rose? is it easier to simply pull it out by it's roots in spite of the thorns and cast it aside, to use chemical wilters, or to simply stop the sun and the r...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 17:20:00 GMT |
endless love |
endless love? all love is endless. just the mere fact that love occurred and is remembered makes it endless. it cannot disappear once it's been brought to life on this earth. t...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 13:24:00 GMT |
a petal torn |
a petal torn. eyes still see the beauty of the whole, but the piece cannot be pasted nor replaced. once the imperfection is noticed, it is so hard to look elsewhere. can one petal to...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 11:36:00 GMT |
life |
so soon, that time of year comes again. the birthday of one of my sons, he would be 21 but not so long ago i watched my son take his last breath. year 3 creeping closer. still it tak...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 18:50:00 GMT |
life |
so soon, that time of year comes again. the birthday of one of my sons, he would be 21 but not so long ago i watched my son take his last breath. year 3 creeping closer. still it tak...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 18:50:00 GMT |
