tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43559667874084157122023-11-16T06:51:18.985-08:00Fifty and Set Freetransparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-77153127715428274682012-12-23T17:05:00.001-08:002012-12-23T17:05:55.253-08:00<div align="center">
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meant</div>
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skeletal</div>
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spiritual</div>
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HOME</div>
transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-32957745665375832712012-11-27T12:27:00.000-08:002012-11-27T12:27:17.784-08:00Taken<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Token Gift</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">my <em><u>love</u></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Though</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong>S</strong>MASHED</span></div>
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transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-82442012180685757112012-04-22T07:46:00.000-07:002012-04-22T07:46:10.771-07:00liquidation of life<em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Naked I came from the womb,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial;">naked I shall return whence came.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial;">The Lord gives and the Lord</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial;">takes away;</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial;">blessed be the name of the Lord</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial;"> Job 1:21</span></em>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-3206345303212382912012-03-21T18:45:00.000-07:002012-03-21T18:45:45.413-07:00<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">something worth saying</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> is a gift</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">not often </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> given</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">-------------me 2012</span></em>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-33079958562405054262012-03-16T00:16:00.000-07:002012-03-16T00:16:10.823-07:00#351<span lang="EN"></span><span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><em>I felt my life with both my hands<br />
To see if it was there --<br />
I held my spirit to the Glass,<br />
To prove it possibler --<br />
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I turned my Being round and round<br />
And paused at every pound<br />
To ask the Owner's name --<br />
For doubt, that I should know the Sound --<br />
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I judged my features -- jarred my hair --<br />
I pushed my dimples by, and waited --<br />
If they -- twinkled back --<br />
Conviction might, of me --<br />
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I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend --<br />
That -- was a former time --<br />
But we might learn to like the Heaven,<br />
As well as our Old Home!"</em></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><em>emily dickinson #351</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Been a while since I posted. Not that it matters to anyone except me. I say that with a smile. I LOVE Emily Dickinson, and this one just hit me tonight and left me-------smiling. Who needs Juvaderm (sp?)-------let's all look toward something that really lasts----like an eternity!!! </span><span lang="EN"></span><br />
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<span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></i><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC;"></span></span></span>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-69575802493939849922012-03-11T18:19:00.001-07:002012-03-11T18:20:29.138-07:00<span lang="EN">Do the thing we fear<br />
and death of fear is certain</span><i><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"> </span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"> <span style="color: white;">Ralph Waldo Emerson</span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"> </span></span></span></i><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: Tempus Sans ITC; font-size: xx-small;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-90752392817158898942012-01-05T23:21:00.000-08:002012-01-05T23:21:54.187-08:00humbling myself<br />
is not difficult<br />
for me<br />
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at least i dont think so<br />
i suppose <br />
the mere statement itself<br />
sounds <br />
proud<br />
but<br />
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i<br />
find <br />
myself<br />
always<br />
begging<br />
forgivenesss<br />
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i placed a large clock on the wall<br />
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time: <br />
minutes before midnight<br />
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no batteries<br />
no plugs<br />
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forever <br />
moments before midnight<br />
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i ask:<br />
what is God's will for me?<br />
this moment?<br />
this day?<br />
this year?<br />
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I may choose to struggle with myself, but when all is silent.........and still.............I DO KNOW<br />
regardless of whatever human struggle may wrestle my most inward being<br />
WHEN I AM STILL<br />
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ALL IS WELL<br />
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WITH MY SOUL<br />
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BECAUSE JEHOVAH GOD IS WITH my SOUL!<br />
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and why HE has chosen me??? is anyone's guess?????????????<br />
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BUT I PRAISE HIS MOST HEAVENLY NAME THAT HE DID<br />
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AMENtransparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-15701761345395649872011-12-15T19:09:00.000-08:002011-12-15T19:13:18.543-08:00eclipsedi want to document an interaction between my daughter and me<br />
she is quite an accomplished poet<br />
she is also a mother of two<br />
and very busy<br />
so...tonight, we texted<br />
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she mentioned tears rolling down her face<br />
i mentioned placing a jar outside in the rain<br />
to catch......what i wanted to represent....her tears<br />
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her words:<br />
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they are probably equal. love and pray you have a safe trip. ready for happiness to eclipse you.<br />
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my thoughts------eclipse??????<br />
so--she wrote a line<br />
then-i wrote a line<br />
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"eclipse"<br />
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he clips<br />
the pain from my heart<br />
the silhoutte remains<br />
burned deep within my soul<br />
a cherished though charred remain<br />
serves as a reminder of what's to come<br />
the silhoutte of hope<br />
your shadow of promise...<br />
yet-----promise still<br />
a reflection of love?<br />
that can not be eclipsed!transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-82073247872712886132011-11-26T04:12:00.000-08:002011-11-26T04:12:33.603-08:00Do I Believe in Destiny?<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22https://wikimediafoundation.org/wiki/Support_Wikipedia/en%22%3E%3Cimg%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22Support%20Wikipedia%22%20src=%22//upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4b/Fundraising_2009-square-treasure-en.png%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"></a><a href="https://wikimediafoundation.org/wiki/Support_Wikipedia/en"><img alt="Support Wikipedia" border="0" src="//upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4b/Fundraising_2009-square-treasure-en.png" /></a><br />
I am working night shifts now and living with my brother. So I've been able to partake of some much longed for reading. Tonight's stroll began with "The Mentor Book of Major American Poets" by Williams and Honig. Self control has been a struggle (as usual for me) because I wanted to post and share so many works by so many greats. Unable to choose and hungry for more, I just kept turning pages. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE EAGLE THAT IS FORGOTTEN- Vachel Lindsay</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">(John P. Altgeld. Born december 30, 1847; died March 12, 1902)</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone.<br />
Time has its way with you there, and the clay has its own.<br />
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"We have buried him now," thought your foes, and in secret rejoiced.<br />
They made a brave show of their mourning, their hatred unvoiced.<br />
They had snarled at you, barked at you, foamed at you, day after day.<br />
Now you were ended. They praised you ... and laid you away.<br />
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The others, that mourned you in silence and terror and truth,<br />
The window bereft of her crust, and the boy without youth,<br />
The mocked and the scorned and the sounded, the lame and the poor,<br />
That should have remembered forever, ... Remember no more.<br />
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Where are those lovers of yours, on what name do they call,<br />
The lost, that in armies wept over your funeral pall?<br />
They call on the names of a hundred high-valiant ones,<br />
A hundred white eagles have risen, the sons of your sons,<br />
The zeal in their wings is a zeal that your dreaming began.<br />
The valor that wore out your soul in the service of man.<br />
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Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten... under the stone.<br />
Time has its way with you there, and the clay has its own.<br />
Sleep on, O brave-hearted, O wise man that kindled the flame --<br />
To live in mankind is far more than to live in a name,<br />
To live in mankind, far, far more than ... to live in a name</em></div><br />
These words just evoked so much emotion within me......<br />
Is it because I am a child of the 60s?<br />
civil right, labor laws, women's rights, (i often said that a divorced, white female with children who tried to make a living in the 80s was the most discriminated against individual on earth---i can still make a good argument for that one), sexual freedom, affirmative actions, EEO, race vs color.........<br />
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and I'm 51, fired from Arkansas' Medicaid DHS Program Integrity Division on January 25, 2011<br />
<br />
I <em>was</em> a newly created position<br />
superuser<br />
hired by the State of Arkansas<br />
because the Feds said so!!!!<br />
....to investigate waste, fraud and abuse.....<br />
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I was so excited<br />
......then I got really excited<br />
because I found <strong><span style="font-size: large;">"IT"</span></strong><br />
.......FRAUD<br />
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but it was being committed by DHS-----and those who were profitting from DHS<br />
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me and my "gotta do my job" attitude<br />
........we........i........pointed it out<br />
and got fired 9 days later<br />
for "unprofessional conduct"<br />
//////////////cuz I walked away from my supervisor//////who had done as she was told<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> <u><strong>stripped me of all access to anything--actually had me reviewing dental charts</strong></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><strong>----you can't review a dental chart unless you track down both the tooth and the patient and make sure they ain't connected------not exactly a great use of taxpayor dollars----but just the kind of thing government feels is important</strong></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>"unprofessional conduct"-------barred from rehire------Class A offense----you know kinda like assaulting a coworker, brandishing a firearm or sexual harrassment<br />
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i walked away from my supervisor because i was crying and didn't want to do it publicly---you know how those work place cubicles are when it comes to privacy-----and i was having to stand outside her cube space while she stripped me of my dignity--------<em>took my 31 years of nursing experience and made me look for rotten teeth</em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">unattached rotten teeth</span></em><br />
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.........so my pride got a little wounded.......you see I was used to actually doing something useful for a living...........what was i thinkin????????when i passed that <u>mission</u> statement every morning, the one that mentioned caring for<em>" the poor and the needy"</em>,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, for some reason,,,,,,,,,,,,i,,,,,thought,,,,,,they,,,,,meant,,,,,,,,that,,,,,,,,,they,,,,,,,,really,,,,,,,,,,,,cared<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"The others, that mourned you in silence and terror and truth,<br />
The window bereft of her crust, and the boy without youth,<br />
The mocked and the scorned and the sounded, the lame and the poor,<br />
That should have remembered forever, ... Remember no more."</em></div><br />
the same ones who since the beginning of time have exploited whoever allowed exploitation<br />
------slave, indentured, civil, female, gay,crippled, weak----------and the one that makes me grit my teeth and salivate:<br />
----------a parent--------who needs that job---------,,,,,,,,they,<span style="font-size: large;">they,</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">they,,,,,,,</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">really know how to exploit that one,,,,,,,,,,</span><br />
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ANYWAY<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>"Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone.<br />
Time has its way with you there, and the clay has its own."</em></div><br />
ALTGELD------ i didnt know who he was, so i looked him up. can't say i agree with all his politics but i sure do agree with his principle................and pardoning men for murders they obviously didn't commit............i feel is pretty solid principle. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haymarket_affair">HAYMARKET AFFAIR</a> ---May 4, 1886. <br />
my birthday is may41960. there's been a lot emotion, friction, application of principle in action---- on that particular day, may4, pick a year----lot's of years subsequent to the 1886 year-----<br />
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it's 6am and i need to go to sleep but not before i mention<br />
another influence on me tonight when <br />
it comes to<br />
standing up for what's right<br />
in a way that isn't influenced by power or money<br />
<br />
please read about "<a href="https://wikimediafoundation.org/w/index.php?title=L11_1124_NL_PFP/en/US&utm_source=B11_1124_branGbr&utm_medium=sitenotice&utm_campaign=C11_1124_GCvPFP_US&language=en&uselang=en&country=US&referrer=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FHaymarket_affair">Wickpedia</a>"-------- because knowledge is power and so little of what we are being fed is pure<br />
<br />
i'm gonna see what they-Wickpedia-have to say about Vachel Lindsay<br />
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good nighttransparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-69957603071777225212011-11-05T11:00:00.000-07:002011-11-05T11:00:27.434-07:00My Fall Shall End<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmkQ2GGL8IqnRt35gvduDLNQp95BmDyWRTtxL8xCSBLTTVfo30q_MRd6qQv1UxN5hD3ZS7gpItoamHj7V7p9z4kTceNpyyRii2u3dD2SYAwAaYC_Sec_oyxfsjFWQ8cBFaVmr3D9xutKXL/s1600/patsy+dunn+barn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmkQ2GGL8IqnRt35gvduDLNQp95BmDyWRTtxL8xCSBLTTVfo30q_MRd6qQv1UxN5hD3ZS7gpItoamHj7V7p9z4kTceNpyyRii2u3dD2SYAwAaYC_Sec_oyxfsjFWQ8cBFaVmr3D9xutKXL/s320/patsy+dunn+barn.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
i seem to get stuck on certain words or sounds or concepts. so often i speak of seasons. maybe that is the gardener in me---the part of me that loves to watch my little patch of earth change and grow and die and grow again. i do love to nurture things. quite probably why i find myself in so many situations that i have no business being involved in. or why i am a nurse and.....why i don't want to be a nurse. frustration comes so easy for me when i see/meet someone or something that needs help/fixin' as we southerners say.<br />
<br />
today, i am sitting on the bed in my older brother's spare bedroom. i haven't been to his house in over 15 years. we were born 16 months apart. i can't remember spending any real time with him since 1981. i was 21. i happened to find myself in searcy, arkansas. seperated from my husband, two children under the age of four, broke..... broken.......<br />
<br />
nov 5, 2011<br />
51 years old, broke, broken.............no children on my hip....several in my heart<br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">life in season</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">when blessed with </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a spiritual </span></em><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">season of joy</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a financial season of plenty</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">an emotional season of peace</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">i hold it at a distance</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> fearing it's loss</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">a constant</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">throughout life</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">it's been painted as a sadness</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">it causes me to lock myself </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">inside myself</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">fearing if i believe it meant</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">for me</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">i wouldn't dare</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">whatever blessing is bringing</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">me joy at the moment</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">............is coming to an end</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">but nature in season</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">all seasons end</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">is that sad or frightening?</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">or cause to doubt the sweet breeze</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">that lifts my hair</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">and my spirit?</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">did God play me false</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">when He displayed the</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">colors of fall before me today?</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">i accept each season's end</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">my flesh knows</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">to actually prepare </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">for the change that is</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">as constant as sunrise</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">should the earth shift </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">should </span></em><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">i be </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">perpetually bathed in</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">my beloved Fall</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">what of those on the other side of the earth</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">knowing change must come</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">......save the return of </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">the Lord of Hosts</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">shall i dread or lament the end</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">of this current season</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">in my spirit</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">my soul</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">or shall i anticipate</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">and prepare</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">for the next</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">...........with all its difficulties</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">...........with all its blessings and joys</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">shall i curl up and despair</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">the shedding of leaves</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">or stand in their midst</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">breathe in the promise</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">.....a promise </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">.....His Promise</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">.....dare i think He lied</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">i know</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">each cycle demands an end</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">i know</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">the cycle will continue</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">until Heaven engulfs earth</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">i know!</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">so bring on the rain</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">snow and cold</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">until</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">His Kingdom comes</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">His will is done</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">on earth as it is in Heaven</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Oh Lord of Hosts</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> rein me in</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> rain on me</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Reign in me</span></em><br />
<br />
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</div><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Your will</span></em>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-15465072407398691902011-10-12T16:35:00.000-07:002011-10-12T16:35:50.112-07:00<span lang="EN">the letter "i"<br />
<br />
a word<br />
pronounced <br />
"eye"<br />
<br />
a word<br />
singular<br />
<br />
"i"<br />
stands alone<br />
<br />
... one (won)<br />
meaning<br />
...solitary<br />
<br />
"eye"<br />
stands alone<br />
<br />
...one<br />
...dimensional<br />
<br />
impl"eyes"<br />
...loss of dimension<br />
capable<br />
with<br />
more than<br />
one<br />
"eye"<br />
<br />
the letter "y" <br />
pronounced <br />
"eye"<br />
<br />
as in<br />
"why"<br />
<br />
can not<br />
stand alone<br />
<br />
always<br />
impl"eyes"<br />
relationship<br />
with<br />
another<br />
<br />
relation <br />
as in <br />
dimension<br />
<br />
"i"<br />
pronounced<br />
"eye"<br />
<br />
spelled as<br />
"y"<br />
<br />
pronounced<br />
as <br />
"why"<br />
<br />
will forever<br />
be<br />
"I'<br />
<br />
as in me or MY-----"m-eye"<br />
"eye"-dent-e-tee<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-Nu_hWsw1YQ-IUjc-euo5tvge6cU9A_mjuo2H6HbkpARGLdHgpVQmgyEJ2Eydhjk5ZBtlG1-MGOqfuJtXBYj5qWm9nbWvZoCU3-EDRK6AMKnQhCAK62layrfUbQbifYof_A5BWE8DgFN/s1600/102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-Nu_hWsw1YQ-IUjc-euo5tvge6cU9A_mjuo2H6HbkpARGLdHgpVQmgyEJ2Eydhjk5ZBtlG1-MGOqfuJtXBYj5qWm9nbWvZoCU3-EDRK6AMKnQhCAK62layrfUbQbifYof_A5BWE8DgFN/s320/102.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>aye!</span>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-41806180379889626502011-08-29T16:06:00.000-07:002011-08-29T16:06:22.050-07:00<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">OBJECT</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">PRESENTED AS REALITY</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">-----with subtle light</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">creates </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">a </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">shadow</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">LIGHT CHANGES</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">----angles </span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">cast</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">doubt or </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">give substance to</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">said object</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">OR</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">OBJECT</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">viewed thru</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I's</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">set in</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">moments</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">created by</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">circumstance</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">EYE</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">SHOW PREFERENCE</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">to</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">subtLe</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">light</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">that changes</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">....or may change</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">time</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and circumstance</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">(also known as history)</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">WHICH </span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">HAS/HAD/WILL HAVE</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">THE POWER</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">TO </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">INFLUENCE</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">the life</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">of</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">an </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">individual</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">OR</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">A</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">NATION</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">as fact</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">history</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">or </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">a shift</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">of light</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">glance</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">HISTORY</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">fact</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">or light</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">mixed</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">with</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">perspective</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">circumSTANCE?</span></em><br />
<br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">WHAT SAY YE????</span></em>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-43587110183229186592011-08-17T19:46:00.000-07:002011-08-17T19:46:51.756-07:00well...........................tonight is just<br />
tonight<br />
<br />
same as last night<br />
<br />
earlier i was thinkin<br />
about<br />
the definition<br />
of words<br />
<br />
my word<br />
was<br />
"voidest"<br />
<br />
as in............<br />
just how much<br />
"void"<br />
i could tolerate<br />
and still live<br />
<br />
or want to live......<br />
<br />
dont get me wrong<br />
and dont send no suckers to<br />
my house<br />
<br />
i<br />
is<br />
just<br />
feelin<br />
"voidest"<br />
<br />
the most "void" a folk can feel<br />
<br />
cuz my<br />
blue eyed<br />
chi'run <br />
<br />
my <br />
only......<br />
<br />
been wif me thru<br />
evr'thang<br />
<br />
aint<br />
heuh<br />
<br />
i needs me<br />
some<br />
coffee<br />
an' lots<br />
o<br />
plantstransparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-59725093973501295292011-08-03T20:33:00.000-07:002011-08-03T20:45:57.324-07:00eyes of blew<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>the eyes that </strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>looked </strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>me from </strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>begin</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>would never</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>disengage</strong></em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>since birth </strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>you searched</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>and twisted sought</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>to see what </strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>i could give</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>blue</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong><br />
blew</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> </strong>like a breeze</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em><strong></strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>so soft--</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> moves</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em><strong></strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> then gale</strong></em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>and bore</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>defilement </strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>of</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em><strong></strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>whatever</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>touched</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em><strong></strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>you there</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>______________________</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> your innocence</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> innocent</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> trust------</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> no</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>word</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> replace ...............</strong></em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>you</strong></em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>i / we </strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> </strong></em></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>died----- </strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>_______</strong></em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>i never</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>knew</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>were you</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
<em><strong></strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>my flesh</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>turned</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>blue</strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> </strong></em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong> as blood </strong></em></span>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-80753690248256740142011-07-15T16:53:00.000-07:002011-07-15T16:53:28.465-07:00the distant sound of laughter<br />
<br />
lay sleeping in my dreams<br />
the song a childhood memory<br />
long buried in the sands<br />
<br />
aroused by my desire to hear<br />
the long forgot refrain--<br />
i forced a smile upon my lips<br />
but only could pretend<br />
<br />
still feigning harmony with life<br />
but crying deep within<br />
the old familiar words i mouthed<br />
could not enlighten heart<br />
<br />
then slowly did i recognize<br />
a treasure from the past<br />
the sound was not another's voice--<br />
this melody <br />
<br />
was minetransparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-84346096318125286052011-07-14T19:18:00.000-07:002011-07-14T19:18:54.353-07:00intimacy<em><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">consummate intimacy occurs</span></em> <em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">when no words are spoken</span></em><br />
<em><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">flesh does not participate</span></em><br />
<em><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">........</span></em><br />
<em><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">only complete understanding</span></em><br />
<em><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">of intentions and desires</span></em><br />
<em><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.......</span></em><br />
<em><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">shared in a thought</span></em><br />
<em><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></em><br />
<em><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">followed by a breath</span></em>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-27242940554510110582011-07-12T01:12:00.000-07:002011-07-12T01:12:46.320-07:00<center><center>been /bɪn/ Show Spelled[bin] Show IPA <br />
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verb <br />
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past participle of be. </center></center>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-43832918686370638652011-07-10T23:07:00.000-07:002011-07-10T23:41:29.794-07:00ALICEwow<br />
<br />
it's been a long time. <br />
<br />
as usual, the need to release emotions draws me to this site<br />
....moth.....flame......<br />
<br />
my original agenda was halted when i read my own words<br />
written months ago<br />
emotional decades<br />
<br />
i like my writings....<br />
as a matter of fact, i think "tortured soul" is a really good piece<br />
.......smug smiles<br />
<br />
i'm entering my red hat era<br />
<br />
i like my era<br />
as a matter of fact, i think "red had" is a really good era<br />
(not sure of the exact definition of "era" but it's more than a decade so i guess i'm being a positive thinker)<br />
.........smug smiles<br />
<br />
speaking of eras<br />
the reason i reentered this old, familiar spot....<br />
has to do with my work<br />
nursing<br />
31 years of being a nurse<br />
wow<br />
has it changed!<br />
<br />
i find myself telling stories to all the youngsters (anyone who has less than a decade of experience)<br />
"stories"<br />
i always start with......"i know i'm getting old and you guys don't want to hear this, but......"<br />
and so the story begins. or stories. and more stories. <br />
<br />
tonight i realized that one of my favorite tales concerns my training<br />
<br />
1981<br />
<br />
those were modern times<br />
women wore spandex (so did men) and flash danced under disco balls<br />
<br />
but in my world, the world of nursing,<br />
<br />
we wore white hats---starched white hats----stiffly starched white hats<br />
SAS shoes----white SAS shoes-----freshly polished, white SAS shoes<br />
<br />
no hair on the collar<br />
limited make-up<br />
patrolled by "old women"---some with facial hair<br />
<br />
white uniforms. dresses mostly. except for the occasional slacks that had to be worn with a tunic. it had to touch your knees. the tunic that is. <br />
<br />
each time the hirsutistic proctor walked our way our bodies shrunk just a bit.<br />
<br />
i told those tales as. a time of hardship. this is what it was like when i was young. i may not have walked 10 miles to school. but i didn't think of reporting to school/work without polishing my shoes. or ironing my uniform the night before. <br />
<br />
never.....at least.....if the thought crossed my mind......it was a rebellious transient kind of thought. more like a wish or a dream. <br />
<br />
tonight it dawned on me (dawn as the sun coming up. after a very long night. dawn. as the birds begin to sing....you know. the first bird you hear. when you've been up all night. you just want to sleep at least one hour before beginning again. then the bird sings.) i could never resent a morning birdsong<br />
<br />
dawned on me that i now tell those stories with pride. <br />
<br />
if only.....<br />
<br />
if only the freakish bearded woman would show up and <br />
take all the cell phones away<br />
<br />
make rounds on the patients<br />
and scathe any nurse who was in a position other than walking motion. whose patient needed to be cleaned. needed to be turned----WHAT---a bedsore. no. not even a bedsore---a reddened area that could lead to a bedsore. <br />
<br />
patients were bathed (by nurses), sheets were changed (by nurses), trash was removed (by nurses)--no leftover trays of food, no patient waiting to be fed, no pitcher without ICE and fresh agua (unfiltered) but very fresh<br />
<br />
my first position<br />
i was an operating room nurse. a lpn. a scrub. her name was ALICE WILLIAMS. she had the reputation of being the biggest bitch in the hospital (all OR supervisors were that way. job requirements) and they had to be because being supervisor of an OR meant. your reputation as a person was gauged by the weights and meters of "sterile environment". <br />
<br />
im sure newbies think i am embellishing my story. when i say. she would randomly culture areas of the operating rooms. she sent them to the lab. to see if an ORGANISM grew. <br />
if the big O was found. everyone stayed late. everything was scrubbed. everything. <br />
<br />
i hated her then. <br />
i pray for her resurrection now. <br />
if only. <br />
if only our profession. <br />
if only it was rare<br />
for me to start a shift<br />
with a patient who was. who felt that. <br />
they had. a good nurse. <br />
if only<br />
i could end a shift<br />
with a patient who<br />
felt that. he. she. they. had. a. good. no. great. nurse. <br />
<br />
if only. that wasn't. <br />
rare. <br />
<br />
i long for<br />
i miss<br />
ALICEtransparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-11014497330820788982011-05-08T17:17:00.000-07:002011-05-08T17:17:59.128-07:00Point of Viewmortal<br />
mortal enemy<br />
mortal mind<br />
mortal sin<br />
mortal sin/venial sin<br />
mortal-mind<br />
mortal-sin<br />
mortality<br />
mortality rate<br />
mortality table<br />
mortality-table<br />
mortalize<br />
mortar<br />
mortar and pestle<br />
mortar board<br />
mortar fire<br />
mortar ketch<br />
<br />
Did you know: Is there a word for the individual prongs of a fork ?shibboleth pernicious grammar proverb mortally - 5 dictionary results. <br />
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mor·tal /ˈmɔrtl/ Show Spelled<br />
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–adjective <br />
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1. subject to death; having a transitory life: all mortal creatures. <br />
2. of or pertaining to human beings as subject to death; human: this mortal life. <br />
3. belonging to this world. <br />
EXPAND4. deadly or implacable; relentless: a mortal enemy. 5. severe, dire, grievous, or bitter: in mortal fear. 6. causing or liable to cause death; fatal: a mortal wound. 7. to the death: mortal combat. 8. of or pertaining to death: the mortal hour. 9. involving spiritual death ( opposed to venial): mortal sin. 10. long and wearisome. 11. extreme; very great: in a mortal hurry. 12. conceivable; possible: of no mortal value to the owners. COLLAPSE<br />
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–noun <br />
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13. a human being. <br />
14. the condition of being subject to death. . <br />
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1325–75; Middle English < Latin mortālis, equivalent to mort- (stem of mors ) death + -ālis -al1 <br />
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mortal (ˈmɔːt ə l) <br />
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— adj <br />
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1. (of living beings, esp human beings) subject to death <br />
2. of or involving life or the world <br />
3. ending in or causing death; fatal: a mortal blow <br />
4. deadly or unrelenting: a mortal enemy <br />
5. of or like the fear of death; dire: mortal terror <br />
6. great or very intense: mortal pain <br />
7. possible: there was no mortal reason to go <br />
8. slang long and tedious: for three mortal hours <br />
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— n <br />
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9. a mortal being <br />
10. informal a person: a mean mortal <br />
[C14: from Latin mortālis, from mors death] <br />
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<em><u><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Could one correctly use the term "emotionally mortally wounded?"</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Regardless......</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">tears</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">are a waste of time, fluid and energy</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">grief</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">is a wasted emotion</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">"mortally wounded"</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">especially at the hands of those most trusted</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">even if in relation to an emotion</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">mortally---</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">forever---</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">passed and released into another realm---</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">no longer to exist</span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
<em><u><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span></u></em> <br />
Survival can only exist by acknowledging "loss" <br />
<br />
as in the loss of an arm or a leg <br />
<br />
There are those who have <br />
<br />
achieved some type of acclaim <br />
<br />
in spite of such a loss <br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I have no desire for acclaim</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"></span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;">or survival</span> <br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"></span> <br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;">I can only acknowledge "loss"</span></em> <br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"></span></em> <br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;">I can only pray for direction....</span></em> <br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"></span></em> <br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;">"Lord!!!!! How do I even move?"</span></em> <br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"></span></em> <br />
<em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;">"Lord!!!!!"</span></em> <br />
transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-19023984325983871482011-05-02T13:46:00.000-07:002011-05-02T13:46:36.706-07:00balancemy head carries <br />
a <br />
heavy <br />
weight<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
my heart also<br />
<br />
carries<br />
<br />
a <br />
heavy <br />
weight<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
i understand<br />
<br />
fetal<br />
<br />
positiontransparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-32943607977076879002011-04-09T04:25:00.000-07:002011-04-09T04:39:43.752-07:00<strong><em><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ruby Nell</span></em></strong><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>SAY IT</em></span><br />
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</span>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-21571137753539174132011-03-31T06:59:00.000-07:002011-03-31T06:59:36.436-07:00bask: to lie in or be exposed to a pleasant warmthI really long to write something this morning. Up at 3:30---age has a way of waking me with pain. But the battle is won by me because I have found that rising early gives me the time I desperately need to connect with the source of life and pain. In that source is healing. A good cup of coffee helps tremendously too. <br />
<br />
I'm out of a job. Staying at home and doing what I love--creating a home and attempting to build a family that is strong and connected to the Giver of life. For the first time in my life I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be and doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Finances are desperate but my relationship with my granddaughter has blossomed beyond anything I could have imagined. God has brought others into my life and my heart that I would never before have allowed to get anywhere near my heart.<br />
<br />
All children--broken children. They may be adults now but at one time they were all broken and forsaken children. Much like my own children. Maybe this is a do-over. If so Lord-give me guidance, wisdom and strength. <br />
<br />
For so many years I resented having to care for someone else...to carry the burden of responsibility. Now that I've been freed of my self-imposed codependent obligations of the modern day superwoman---I am overcome with a desire to help and care for those whom God has put in my life that are in need. I really do love to care for those in need. <br />
<br />
But there is one child who is not a child. My stepson.....a precious soul who is tortured with anger and self-loathing manifested by a demon in the form of alcohol. The nurturer in me cries out and longs to mother him---but he is now a man.....a father......and I am raising his daughter. I believe in the circles of life----this one has a few gaps. At the very least, some disfigurations that prevent an orbital path that produces fruitful seasons of growth. <br />
<br />
He is the seed that didn't sprout in season. The seed that lies dormant. <br />
<br />
So I lift this precious life before You oh my Father. Please give him back the years the locust have eaten. Please demonstrate Your wonder and love to him in a way that he can not deny or turn away from. <br />
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from <strong><em>warmth</em></strong> <br />
into <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">cold</span><br />
<br />
first growing<br />
then old<br />
<br />
from naked <br />
then wrapped<br />
and <strong><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">bound</span></u></strong> tight<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">c</span>r<span style="font-size: x-small;">y</span> of <span style="font-size: large;">f</span>ear.........<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">n</span>o<span style="font-size: x-small;">t</span> a <strong><span style="font-size: large;">t</span></strong>ea<span style="font-size: large;">r</span><br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: black;">not a season</span></strong>...<br />
not a reason....<br />
no sight<br />
<br />
first soiling<br />
....then toiling<br />
days fade then<br />
dissolve<br />
<br />
slow sinking<br />
like <strong>cole</strong><br />
<em><span style="background-color: red;">tortured soul</span></em><br />
<br />
gripped by need<br />
for the dawn<br />
.....darkness stays on<br />
<br />
hope dims <br />
as need<br />
loses <br />
<span style="background-color: #20124d;">sight</span>......<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">fright</span>......<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">tiny hopes</span><br />
emerge<br />
seeking Sun<br />
but<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">submerge</span><br />
<br />
into pools of <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">poison</span><br />
and <span style="font-size: large;">lies</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">dies</span>......<br />
<br />
weak <br />
and exposed<br />
by nature<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">explodes</span><br />
<br />
but eruption<br />
breaks earth and<br />
finds Sun<br />
<br />
finding <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>One</em></span><br />
<br />
who created the seed<br />
......the <em>longing</em><br />
.....the <span style="font-size: large;">need</span><br />
<br />
to bask in the warmth<br />
of the <span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"><em>Sun</em></span><br />
<br />
to Bask in the Warmth<br />
of the <strong><em>S</em></strong>on<br />
<br />
<strong><em><span style="background-color: yellow; color: #cc0000;">ERUPT</span></em></strong> son<br />
<strong>ERUPT</strong> sun<br />
erupt <strong>SON</strong><br />
<br />
break the ground<br />
<span style="background-color: #134f5c;">bend the knee</span><br />
<br />
<strong>FREE</strong><br />
<br />
<br />
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<strong>arc</strong> (ɑːk) <br />
— n <br />
2. part of an unbroken curved line <br />
4. astronomy a circular section of the apparent path of a celestial body<br />
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To say "life is a journey" or "life is a circle" may be considered cliche. But so might be "I AM". One either gets it or one doesn't.<br />
<br />
My life is a journey. At times focused and moving toward the goal or destination. It saddens me to say that most of my time has been spent wandering in the desert. God has been watching over me and providing for me but I haven't been trusting Him or following Him. I am happy to say that He has gotten my attention.<br />
<br />
Over the last few months, I took time off, focused on my Lord, prayed to be consumed and drew nearer to Him than I ever thought possible while in a fleshly form.<br />
<br />
Then I found the "perfect" job. I loved it! I praised God for it. Then I was fired. Yep---terminated---escorted to my desk, gathered up all my belongings in front of coworkers who wouldn't look away from their computers and escorted to my car.<br />
<br />
Of course I was an innocent victim and as such I dedicated several days and weeks in seeking exoneration and justice. I recoiled in depression and lashed out in anger. I knew that God had led me to that position--never did I doubt Him. I still don't.<br />
<br />
He has brought me even closer. My finances are a nightmare. My home may be in foreclosure. My marriage almost crashed and burned. I spiraled and then landed right in my own home. He brought me home.<br />
<br />
My relationship with my granddaughter has flourished. I have been terminated as the "controller" of my home and family. I am learning my rightful place as a child of God, a wife and the caretaker of a treasured gift given me in the form of a child.<br />
<br />
Child---that is where I am now. While trying to exonerate myself, I went on a search that took me to the bowels of hell on this planet. True stories of children who have been murdered and abused while in the care of our government. I was furious and wanted to expose every individual and agency involved in these horrendous acts of neglect and abuse.<br />
<br />
Then I was humbled. The target of my finger pointing was a moving target. At least they were moving-or trying to do something. I stood in judgement but what was my solution?<br />
<br />
If anyone should happen to read this, I ask for your prayers. I've always heard the word "calling" and nodded in understanding. But did I believe? Was I making trifle agreement of the hand of God moving in/on this earth? <br />
<br />
Life is a journey gifted to us by the I AM. And it is a circle because He was present when life was breathed into me and He will be present when I breathe my last. <br />
<br />
Every day, I am an arc. <br />
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">once <strong><em>tr u st</em></strong> is brok en.......... it is lost</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">piecesnolongerfit</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strike>Words</strike> become</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>c</strong></span>o<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">n</span>s</strong>o<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>n</strong></span>a<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>nts</strong></span> and v<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong>o</strong></em></span>w<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><strong>e</strong></em></span>ls forced to co<span style="font-size: small;">habit</span>ate</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">.....audible..... NO meaning</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">possibly</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">elbaterpretin</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> erintablepret</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"> interpretable</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> after much re</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"> pe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"> ti</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"> ti</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"> on</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">but liken to</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> ancient civilizations......or languages</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> remnants prove it <span style="font-size: xx-small;">once</span> existed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">.....but<strong> <em>it's</em> </strong> true meaning is forever</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong> <em>gone</em></strong>.............</span></span>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4355966787408415712.post-49866638434892962732011-02-11T21:49:00.000-08:002011-02-11T21:49:26.853-08:00midnight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKMojbEHnYw-svxYq8pjmjfrU4ywyC0EjB8F3c8_Wvy8rsDlkEYTexMBvmi6Op9eRp5rCg2iDeXvp8DBmaKNRStyf4w8brzCD6xn-773pE3v4w_tG7HG5jh1z1xph7DoMZPCAlHGzH42m/s1600/too+hard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKMojbEHnYw-svxYq8pjmjfrU4ywyC0EjB8F3c8_Wvy8rsDlkEYTexMBvmi6Op9eRp5rCg2iDeXvp8DBmaKNRStyf4w8brzCD6xn-773pE3v4w_tG7HG5jh1z1xph7DoMZPCAlHGzH42m/s320/too+hard.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">there is no silence</div><div style="text-align: center;">a</div><div style="text-align: center;">train in the distance</div><div style="text-align: center;">the occasional clack</div><div style="text-align: center;">of the dryer in the next room</div><div style="text-align: center;">closer...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> the train roars closer</div><div style="text-align: center;">a vibration of power in motion</div><div style="text-align: center;">unstoppable momentum</div><div style="text-align: center;">passing so quickly</div><div style="text-align: center;">the sound doesn't fade</div><div style="text-align: center;">it ceases</div><div style="text-align: center;">suddenly</div><div style="text-align: center;">leaving stillness</div><div style="text-align: center;">even the dryer has stopped</div><div style="text-align: center;">only the clock ticks</div><div style="text-align: center;">only the clock ticks</div><div style="text-align: center;">clock tick</div><div style="text-align: center;">clock tick</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">tick</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">tick</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">another train coming</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">this one sounds</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">the approach</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">sounds</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">sounds</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">taking the sound </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">to a destination</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">unknown to me</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">no silence</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">tick</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">tick</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">tick</div>transparentnow?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623779511610636160noreply@blogger.com0