VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
February 25


Your love is like a Tempest ...
It charges me with fiery excitement.
Your eyes - radiate with compassion,
Your touch - is like a lightening bolt,
Your love ... so ... alive!
One glance ... Brings forth a glow,
Chasing away eons of hurt, and hate,
Hidden in the darkness of my past.
This happiness I have found ...
Takes control of me,
I am helpless to understand
That which I feel.
My emotions surge and swell -
As if waves rushing to the shore,
to reveal openly
That which time has not shown.
The Storm that reeks havoc in my heart -
Cresting ... Subsiding ...
Its waves of love, and fear,
Growing stronger as days pass
To reach a full crescendo, and surface.
There are none that have driven me
To such an insanity.
For all the loves I knew
Cannot light the flame I now feel.
Is this " Love " ?
This light that burns
Brighter by the moment.
As a light in the raging storm,
Your face, your smile, your heart,
Guide me thru troubled times ...
You are the Lighthouse in the Storm

~ ©Jym Cocker ~


"When you have a great and difficult task, something perhaps almost impossible, if you only work a little at a time, every day a little, suddenly the work will finish itself."
- Isak Dinesen -


"Excellence is not an act but a habit. The things you do the most are the things you will do the best."
- Marva Collins -


with the morning light
shorter is the night
with the erasure of the dark
the world looks empty and stark


with the room without light
and the quiet so quiet you hear your heart beat
thoughts crowd in, images appear,
then something shatters within




dang dentist


lighthouses by the sea
dreams of the crashing waves


I hate what has become
I hate what life was, is
I hate her for stealing my life


laying peacefully upon the pillow
innocent so it seemed
a peaceful beauty

where does it go in the waking hours
the peaceful smile turned into a sad smile
or a hateful snarl

where does it go when sleep transforms
the hateful into such a soft and warm glow?


Old and worn
nothing left to give
thrown away as worthless

then on some other day
another spots it
picks it up
shines it
treasures it
as though a gift sent from heaven

placed tenderly out of harms way
his gaze upon it
no longer worthless
but something of the greatest value


Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.
- Immanuel Kant -