| such beauty in my son's life... [photo taken by him] |


we try to ken free willif we comprehend control thoughts and reactions then we have free willwe try to ken free will
crude environment compels we don't decide to decide
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ decidedly, we do not.
we are subconscious beings; definitive, decreed by evolution.
we see through a sieve which screens most from our notice.
we don't feel our clothes, nor hear hubbub abound.
unfiltered, we'd be driven by our senses - to literal psychosis.
we would always taste and smell
our ugly selves.
random


considered worthyso long i was not was for quite a period then again was notconsidered worthy
have become used to it now it is quite interesting
llp - nov'09 - dA


with gracedeath part of life the other end the ending end the ending of the better end -with grace
not to be the bitter end but just the end my friend
the end...
llp - nov'09 - dA


doomed oinkersthe lord of karma playing this little piggy with his new visegripsdoomed oinkers
CEOs who sell their souls also risk their mortal toes
llp - nov'09 - dA


times of dying and survivalasleep at his wake with scent of spice intense, Vince, my neighbor, has 'spent his pence', but since -times of dying and survival
there's much forgotten in his will. it will not satisfy those left begotten. churlish children, hotly vie -
o'er varied items this dying left behind, cared for things - dollar signs in their minds.
sans wife, mates call, imbibe last beverage - still, life awaits fall harvest on his acreage.
and, what of that bountiful acre of garden? not harvested dutiful, fares beyond pardon!
to where beknown go, those ungleaned tomatos? wh


kitchen terms of healingher calling - sharing of the words to tell a story for the world. she will implore us with her work, befallen, glory in this girl -kitchen terms of healing
to have such beauty in her telling is her gift.
for the world, there is her glory. she implores us with her story. with her words, in her work, it has befallen, for this girl -
perceives a duty, an upwelling, an uplift.
she sees the bad, sees the ugly, understands the greater good, deplores all-luring lack of learning, knows the need not understood.
empiric proof, her conc


DisplacedI feel displaced in this decade of my years this is the time when i am supposed to get my life back. Freedom; finally available and full of possibilities to rediscover myself. The great wide open looms roads going in every direction to everywhere and nowhere. I dreamed of this day for years. Wading thru diapers and toys homework and drivers training , when motherhood felt like a shackle and the kids were on my last nerve. When one of them always hadDisplaced
to be in the bathroom with me, or they would fight endlessly &nbs
Woot

Conversation with God IYou got mad at me that day I got high on communion wine and tied your rosary around my hips and told you I could talk to God. I could read the lines on his cheeks right through these calloused palms and I loved how his voice rose up tempered and clear like spring, not thin and waspy like you promised. He called me by name and while his coat was too long for me to see his feet, I knew he did not wear shoes and anger was not his road.Conversation with God I
He took my hand to walk and told me there was no shame in falling with grace &nb


Why crows are least loved.The love with whichWhy crows are least loved.
we draw our eyes on the nightingale is not the love for her song, but for the grace
with which she hides
her sadness
in a song's disguise.
The crow lacks this grace, he dares to wail and therefore becomes intolerable.


gold-plated crownsdon't make me chase a dream i can't see through your window on those dark- est of sunny daysgold-plated crowns
don't plant my feet in thirst-screeching
plains and promise me water amidst the desert rain
you're far too tall and i'm tiny too tiny to claim
to claim kingdoms to roam heavens or even roam those very same plains.
| work for the cure of pain in everyone, for we all have at least some, exaggerated in our minds, and think we walk alone... llp - mar'09 |
--
An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
--
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep...
And miles to go before I sleep
-Robert Frost
why thank you.
...but no more so than you.
pip
--
when a man refers to the woman
[who chose him], as his better half,
for once, he tells the truth. - llp - nov'09
i just listed everyone who has been supportive of me or my work, or just generally been nice to me. To me, these people are angels, and it includes you so.
--
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep...
And miles to go before I sleep
-Robert Frost
--
when a man refers to the woman
[who chose him], as his better half,
for once, he tells the truth. - llp - nov'09
--
"even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. we can still do things."
i am jack's broken heart
kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
avatar by ~Zilly-The-Jellyfish
how are you, sweet girl?
how's school this year?
pip
--
when a man refers to the woman
[who chose him], as his better half,
for once, he tells the truth. - llp - nov'09
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