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"Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it will eat its fruit." Proverbs 18:21Words have the power to motivate or destroy, energize or deflate, inspire, or create despair. Many a successful executive can remember the time their father failed to give affirmation to them as a child. The result was either over achievement to prove their worth, or under achievement to prove he was right.Many a wife has lost her ability to love because of a critical husband. Many a husband has left a marriage because of words of disrespect and ungratefulness. Stories abound to the power... (more)
Music eruptsThe world stopsA smile across her faceA dress covered in laceShe’s dressed as a guest A family friend of the brideShe’s filled with age,Wisdom and prideShe spots me outAlthough I am almost a ghostI don’t belongSilently I sing my songShe shoots out her armWith a bit of charmI grab a roseWhile flashing a poseTogether we danceFaking romanceThe green stem sitting between my teethA smile pulling at my cheeksThe world begins to spinThrowing us apartEager to break my heartTime begins to flyTears turn into criesDay becomes nightHer body changesFirst so thin, than roundYet a frown... (more)
Tomorrow is full of sorrow
how do I know?
Because I feel the ice beginning to melt
and the vibrating sting
by the corner of my eyes
I hear the future cries ringing in my ears
life may end tonight
but I'll never know
not till the snoring stops
and her body lies dead in her bed
her bald head will still be on her fluffy pillow
but her soul will be up in the heavens
and perhaps they will hold hands
my dear sweet daughter
she is nothing but innocents like a spring day
she never... (more)
It was a brisk spring day. The wind danced across the face of the pond. The morning sun betrayed the rippling foot prints of the wind upon the water's surface. A beautiful ritual of awakening began at the pond. Fish chased the wind, only to catch a vaporous footprint. Birds serenaded the sun as it rose from it's resting place behind the mountain's peak.
Even as the world awoke, the night's chorus came to an end. Bull frogs set aside bass and kettle drums. Water walkers and dragon flies stowed violins, flutes and piccolos. The spotlight dimmed as the moon set. The curtains parted... (more)
... visible through the grime on his face. “And what if the Raggies decide to rush us?”
“We’ll kill a few of them, and then they’ll kill us.”
“No way, I’ve got a twenty first party next week.”
“You’re besotted with debauchery, Billy boy, and it’ll be the death of you.”
“No, looks like the Raggies’ll be the death of me.”
“We’re not dead yet,” the older man says.
Look at that man! Look at him move! He’s in ecstasy. A reverie. A slow sidle towards suicide. Unhappy, unchecked, doing what he knows he has to do.... (more)
One of the under-appreciated benefits of living in the natural world -- for example on a small, diverse farm -- is that you encounter death on a regular basis and become relatively comfortable with it. Those who live on top of the world, let's say the residents of a 10th-floor apartment where water comes in taps and food in plastic, more easily live in denial.
Now you may think that denial -- not thinking about it at all -- is more comfortable than familiarity, but that is not the case for the simple reason that death inevitably intrudes, and the sudden snap from denial to confrontation... (more)
...everything I knew about it) made sense to me. Of course he smoked, it was one of the few things in life that actually made him happy. What else did he have?! He was lonely. His cigs were his comfort, his satisfaction, and his vice. They helped him deal with the harsh realities of a life of going unnoticed. A life where nobody cared, and a life that left him comfortable with his own death, because in a sad way… it was a relief to him. A relief to not have to deal with the persistent agony of life anymore.
That night, I shed a tear for every person in his life that never had.(more)
I asked my mother, What is love? She said, A mother is love.
I said, what if you die? does love die too?
I asked my friend, What is love? She said it is when we feel each other even when we are far apart. I said, but you live far away, you are busy all the time with your job, your family your other interests... She said, yea, but sometimes love is like that.
I asked God, what is love? He said, I AM LOVE. I asked, so how do I know your love?
He said, I gave you my Sun. She is a powerful, bright, constant source of warmth and light. She was the first of my... (more)
...to believe that we were once ever that young, stupid or poor at dressing ourselves. No matter what the bars, lottery commissions, military branches, religious laws, convenience stores or laws tell us, 35 is the real marker of adulthood; plain and simple.So, here's to the tragic and untimely death of my youth... you will be missed.I can say, that for all things I did not do during my days of wine and cheese, I did manage to learn quite a few things. In fact, I would venture to say that I learned more in the past 35 years than most folks do in many more, which I owe to less to my penchant ... (more)
...innocence lost in our aging years. As we grow older, things like imagination lose the wonder that drove it. Perhaps some of us even begin to think of terrible things like Mortgages. But few of us realize that the first word in something like "Mortgage" is "Mort" otherwise known as "Morte", or "Death." Death and Taxes -- the things that Spring brings to us. Such desperation drives the hope of love, and so we seek love here in this season. Love brings security and hope. The things that, later on in life, amount to what's left of the dreams we had as children. There's nothing wrong with... (more)