VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
February 24

Friendship is like a butterfly
in so many ways.
It brings a bit of sunshine
even on a gloomy day.
Makes our souls feel lighter
just to know it's there
And gives our spirits wings,
as if floating in the air.
Carries us to places
that we never knew before
And comes in many sizes,
shapes and hues galore.
Once we've seen it,
we wish to hold it tight
But like the frail butterfly,
we must give it free flight,
But remember
every little bit we give
with someone else we share
Comes back to us threefold,
with tender loving care.


"The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather in a lack of will."
- Vincent Lombardi -


It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out - it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
- Robert Service -


sometimes the music brings memories to mind
sometimes the moon and the stars stir the same thoughts
sometimes the senses war within to become the one to recall


life changes
that is needed
life changes
where to begin
life changes
the list is made
life changes
how does the execution begin


I wonder at times if I am abnormal, if by being locked away inside of myself I am unable to feel, or if others are unable to see that I care.


Someday when the music plays once again I will find that all the sorrow locked inside of me was nothing but my own mind playing tricks on me, either that or maybe my heart. Which one has the most control. My thought to Ponder today.


all of my life has been wasted on giving to the one who has turned his back. She has taken my life away from me, she sleeps in my bed, she cooks with my pans, she soaks in my tub, and is greeted by my dog in the morning.


There was laughter from the room beyond
small talk and happiness
locked away within my own prison I could only set and listen

It stopped me but for a minute
then a retreat within my mind removed me from it
Where there was no laughter but only silent tears


I felt like a leaf falling from a tree in autumn
silently drifting to the cold ground
as light as a feather I landed
Then muddied feet walk across me
I lay defeated and lost forever
only a memory


The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.
- Robert Heinlein -