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...Interesting times, to say the least.
I remember after seeing Elvis say that, the emotions I felt and the need to have help to process them. I looked at my mother, in shock...only to see her mixture of pain and vindication. Her pain for me having to experience this utter deflation as reality replaced my fantasy...and her vindication that her disapproval of my choice of hero was justified. That day resonated with me forever and as I grew older, I integrated it in the reality that people are constantly changing their political and personal beliefs...and despite all that, a talent or ... (more)
there will be moments, fleeting seconds
when a journey of ones self halts ~ mid stream
life’s own pattern that normally flows and
ebbs across jagged rocks across mossy leaves
there will be moments, when breath is hard to grasp
when knowing someone that you love cannot help
themselves, with tears that form, the droplets fall
no way to catch them, to make them disappear
there will be moments, you wish to trade their
place with yours, absolve the frightened
look held within their eyes, to give them
reassurance and all... (more)
Here we are once again. I have been neglecting my duties by not sharing more often all the fabulous hate mail and messages I get at my blog. But, I won't promise anything, but I will try to keep up and post as I get 2 or 3. Today I am going to do a combination post from messages, e-mails, and comments I have received in reference to three specific posts, Is Being An Alcoholic A Disability, Bigfoot, God, And Ghosts, and What Has The World Come To. I can't even begin to tell y'all how surprised I have been that so many have become so bent out of shape. Makes me think that is why I write. Perhaps... (more)
This is him… cut out, as no one tends to forget and millions tends to watch. As the carbonic caricature, his existential belief, acquires the matching hope and that’s to find a magic wand; with one and only reason to know about himself and that’s a common man. To him from the beginning it never ends and from the end it refuses to begin, because he wishes to travel from the beginning till end. And as he has not begun yet, so end is certainly not the premature destination, which he wishes to reach without traveling the distance between and that’s a common man.
The existence of success... (more)
...imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?"
- Henry David Thoreau
It is an image unlike any living visage, stretching much further, a distortion that discerns reality. This is the shadow. The position of light influences the distortion of it, happening without my conscious decision. My only control is where I place myself in reference to the light. What is the light that I stand in? Where will this light strike me? This determines the length and breadth of ... (more)
Where am I? Fuzzy. Everything is fuzzy, foggy. The lights are harsh, but someone’s voice is telling me to go slow. Why? Whose voice is it? She – I think it’s a she – is telling me something about keeping the lights low, but they are nearly blinding me. Me. Who am I? Reston. Am I Reston? So fuzzy, so hard to remember – what? Things? Time? I am so weak, my head feels so heavy, my arms, I can hardly lift them.
Reston. Matthew Reston. Where am I? She has returned. She is wearing some kind of blue shirt, tunic, what’s it called? She tells me her name is Min Hwa, tells me she is... (more)
...it was directed. As soon as the blaze would flare, a rushing wave of guilt would come crashing over his head and douse the fire.
Self-deception had led him down a path to place that he created, yet with which he was not at all familiar. Everything was of his own doing, yet nothing made sense. The statue stood in the middle of his room and haunted him. It brought back memories of reality and his old perceptions. He would study it for hours on end to try and interpret what he was missing. He had created a trap for everything that he loved, and in the process, he had snared himself.(more)
On prodding reality,
I realize it today,
you are sitting next to me
yet you'r a thousand miles away...
your hand I hold,
I wear this smile,
If you have nothing to say,
then can you just sing?
To help me feel,
A fake spring.
Where fancy is a bud,
and care is a rose,
to drench us in love,
a warm river flows,
where you are with me...
not miles away,
where our love resides with patience,
forever to stay.(more)
My skull hurts when I touch it. I feel bruises coming in, sharp pains, but nothing like the nightmare I had last night.
I made him press different places on my head with lot of force, saying it was tense, but what started off as innocent became a scary eye opener.
“No I will not hit your head,” he says.
“It'll make it stop.”
“Make what stop? Does something hurt you?”
“The voices, make the voices stop.”
“What voices? What are they saying?”
“They want me to hit my head against the wall.”
“Don't do that,... (more)
Looking around us, we wonder the reasons why there are two kinds of families: strongly united families and conflicting ones. Cohesive families are often those which are built on the right priorities. Each member in such families puts more interests on the other member’s requests ahead of self. These members spend lots of time with each other and with their children of course. This succeeds since there is willingness to sacrifice for the welfare of the family. When for instance, the spouses or the children need to talk, they are sure they will be given ample room and attention to express themselves.... (more)
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