I have been
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Posted:Sep 11, 2010 6:47 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2022 4:38 am 3658 Views
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I ponder the starlit sky
Ask the simple question why?
what brought me to this time and place
Something that futures cannot erase
Is life some sort of cosmic design?
or the trials of God, that I find
The randomness of evolution
or the search for absolution
The differences of all creatures
designed by evolution's features
Or that which God has given,
To each a meaning for livin
To wonder if anyone realizes
What God or evolution gloriously summizes
That my nature's Being, in the end
Is the knowledge, I have been
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When did I get "old"
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Posted:Aug 17, 2010 5:46 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2011 11:16 am 3492 Views
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When I turned twenty-one
could go to bars and drink
no one could say I was too young
I was on my own to think
When I turned thirty-three
and married for years
having two for me
discovering joyful tears
When I turned forty-five
afraid fifty was on it's way
realizing, sakes alive
I'd be old some day
When I turned complacent
and gave up my dreams
reality of this place meant
slapped down, so it seems
When I turned to a grandparent
my having
my strength no longer apparent
trying to twist off some lids
When I turned my concern
away from my wealth
and knew if I live this long
I'd taken better care of my health
When I turned to the mirror
not seeing with my mind's eye
that "old" has gotten nearer
No matter how hard I try
When I turn sixty-one
and go to bars and drink
Not too young for what I'm doin
but too old for what I think
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God's Will
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Posted:Jul 19, 2010 7:11 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2022 4:36 am 3678 Views
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A response to another's blog, I wrote today. I thought is stood pretty well on it's own.
For those of us who only see the problems and not the solutions.
This Bud's for you......
Along his path, He sees the stone
contemplates what to build
A single stone, all alone
A trial of what God willed
Too difficult to build upon
So much easier to cast
Until all the stones are gone
along his beaten path
He doesn't see the glory
Stones thrown at those eclectic
He misunderstands God's stone story
That created the Mountains Majestic
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Freckles
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Posted:Jul 14, 2010 6:33 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2012 10:52 am 3497 Views
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Where did it go?
That freckled face
Did he ever know?
It's a unique place
Now it's all faded
into the past
With a heart that jaded
wishes granted, at last
Was it time to heal
or was it just fate
To spot what's real
Not see it too late
Days in the sun
Added so much more
Days of making fun
Gone out the door
A mistake of identity
The desire to get rid
Was it a blemished entity?
Freckles or the freckled face
The illusion uncovered
that it wasn't so bad
As now he's discovered
He misses what he had
Those devil's bruises
Were hits not misses
And spots that he loses
Were but angel kisses
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Love's 'Lost and Found
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Posted:Jul 8, 2010 7:15 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2010 5:51 am 3593 Views
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Love can wander aimlessly
across the great divide
wallowed in wasteland, shamelessly
justifying the hearts that hide
The trials of a selfish heart
That courts the getting not the giving
Lest we forget the selfless part
that teaches of loving and living
The choice is but perception
Yet an elusive one to find
Not justification, nor deception
but an open heart, open mind
The cool breezes upon the face
without the winds of change
the warm sun that finds it's place
speaking softly without harangue
To count the blessing, one by one
that allows our love to thrive
The cool breezes and the warm sun
That feeling of being alive.
Memories of moments abound
That are exclusive of the cost
The grandeur of a love found
That overwhelms the "love lost"
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Love Perfected
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Posted:Jun 23, 2010 7:02 am
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2013 7:59 am 3545 Views
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Things appear not good enough
Only when it's perceived
The need to get certain stuff
Like loving what's received
The telling of the hour
When love loses the I do
The struggle for the power
The beginning of undo
Changes, no change at all
When under your control
Having a strong hand in all
Just places love on hold
A gift measured in value
That the heart did not send
What's not done, you didn't do
What's real and what's pretend
These things and such
Say more, than what they mean
Not how, but how much
Not felt, but just seen
Distruction of a relationship changing
In the light of the mirror reflected
The truth is a measure of the rearranging
In the attempt of love perfected
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Mirror of reality
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Posted:Jun 15, 2010 9:36 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2010 11:38 am 3510 Views
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Looking in the mirror
The mirror of reality
How others percieve you
And what you choose to see
It's a fun house mirror
With it's false perception
Yet no picture is clearer
Than this trick of deception
The choice of who you are
In a perception that you see
Is no choice, but mere deception
of your own reality
Peception and reality
Both hold truth in description
You are, what you want to be
You are, who others choose to see
In both the truth reflected
of what is, and what's to be
Your choice, if falsehoods detected
Then the fool is what you'll see
From this mirror leaped
The truest reality shown
Is that what you've reaped
Is what you've sown
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It is what it is.
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Posted:Jun 14, 2010 7:33 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2012 11:38 am 3659 Views
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Looking back
As time passed away
Right or wrong
Each and every day
The choices, the fates
judgements of a life
The loves the hates
The toils and the strife
The correction of chance
conforming to a plan
The control of happenstance
A measure of a man
If only I could change
a moment now and then
a life to rearrange
A life that's heaven
Can there be love?
without heartbreak
Can I fly above?
if no below to forsake
A measure of truth
without the lie
A moment of uncouth
That proper does rely
Is life pass or fail?
The answer to the quiz
Do we play or travail?
Or is life, what it is
Yet who am I?
If not who I am
Should I ask why?
Or even give a damn
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Forget Me Nots
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Posted:Jun 2, 2010 6:15 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2012 11:09 am 3663 Views
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In the garden of her thoughts
Cultivated with special care
A glorious forget-me-nots
The vision beyond compare
Grown from her reason
Handled with a glove
Her time and her season
The fertilizer of love
Sorrow through the windowed room
To see an inglorious sight
A single wilted bloom
Forbearing doom and blight
The need to tend her garden
And return it to it's glory
To maintain her only vision
Her pre-written love story
A few snips here
Fertilizer for thought
A few snips there
Protects forget-me-not
Unaware that in a season
With it's daily ebb and flow
Overbearing becomes the reason
Flowers wilt, and never grow
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What ever happened?
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Posted:May 30, 2010 7:35 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2022 4:36 am 3697 Views
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What ever happened?
To the life that I once knew
The one, that was meant
The one, to grow old to
Should I regret?
This mirage of my mind
If only, I could forget
That fate can be blind
Fate is but today
Today is no tommorrow
Regrets are but a way
I justify my sorrow
So, I'll find the joyous flower
In the only garden I grow
And the life that I once knew
Can become the life I know
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