Redemption Day

I've wept for those who suffer long but how I weep for those who've gone.Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong but keep on killing,It's in the soul to feel such things but weak to watch without speaking. What mercy sadness brings If God be willing there is a train that's heading straight to heaven's gate And on the way, child and man,And woman wait, watch and wait for redemption day. Fire rages in the streets and swallows everything it meets It's just an image often seen On television,come leaders, come you men of great let us hear you pontificate your many virtues laid to waste And we aren't listening.What do you have for us today throw us a bone but save the plate on why we waited til so late? was there no oil to excavate?
no riches in trade for the fate? Of every person who died in hate throw us a bone, you men of great.It's buried in the countryside It's exploding in the shells at nighs It's everywhere a baby cries....Freedom.

A faded smile, frozen in time.

The Ides of March, as a young kid I always looked forward to two days, first my Birthday ( April 20Th ) and March 12, my Mothers' B'day. After her passing in 2001, its a rather bittersweet day, sad because I cant be with her to blow out her candles, take her to dinner, tell her that I love her or to hold her, but I gain comfort in remembering her life, and her spirit and most of all her smile. I often wonder how diff rent my life would be if she were still around, would I be the same person? would I be happy? would I be, me?.

Every time I see my nephews, deep inside I get sad knowing that when I hold them, kiss them or tell them that I love them...that my mother cant do the same. She never got to meet or have any grand kids. I know she would have been the happiest ' Grandma ' in the world.

I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas...

I wanted to upload this baby, for Mr. Man, hope you like it... and there I dont owe you dinner...lol.


Lady GAGA - Pokerface - MIGS MIX

When the rebound bounced....

I always wondered how far would the ' rebound ' guy bounce away, and yesterday I got my taste. Mr XXX was the perfect board of which to leap from a dissatrous relationship although he was the board before the ship sank, so why was our meeting akward?. Things had started well enough, I was invited to see ' RENT ' and that I couldnt give up... a Sunday at the theather was always my idea on how to cap of a well rested weekend. Although It wasnt as simple as that, as I sat next to the man that would have ultimatley given me the ring that I so have wanted I couldnt stop to think of how I had made his life so hard and if Karma did have its day out in the field then that must mean that I wont be able to escape its mantle, or have I had my days in the sun already?

Sitting side by side, and not uttering more than a few simple words I thought about the life that I had, and the life that he worked so hard to be able to make for me, and how just one kiss could have made me throw everything away. As I gazed at the lights they made me think of the first time he showed me the ring that blinded me for a split second...only cuz we were outide and it was a sunny California day. One cant help but feel bad about the guy, even though all the dust settled at times I felt as though I just wanted to dissapear. When looking at past relationships or just relationships at all, when does our baggage become someone else's? and when can we loose it.

Rent ended, a shy kiss on the cheeck and a long goodbye stood between and my old life, headed was my new ' reality ' and at that time the sun stopped shinning and a coldness filled the air, only on my side. Guess sometimes the grass isnt always greener.

For a minutes there, I lost myself....

When the pawn hits the conflicts, he thinks like a king with what he knows, throws the blows when he goes to the fight. He'll win the whole thing before he enters the ring, there's no body to batter when your mind is your might, So when you go solo, you hold your own hand And remember that depth is the greatest of heights. If you know where you stand, then you know where to land.If you fall it won't matter, cuz you'll know that you're right. Sometimes what seems like surrender isn't surrender at all. It's about what's going on in our hearts. About seeing clearly the way life is and accepting it and being true to it, whatever the pain, because the pain of not being true to it is far, far greater, and not being there when you gave your word, and to disgrace your word is a disgrace. A man without a word, is not a man.