VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
April 12

Chinese Bear
Mouse drawn by B. J. Carper

"Jesus answered and said unto them, Ye do err, not knowing the scriptures, nor the power of God."
- Matthew 22:29 -

"Life is not holding a good hand; Life is playing a poor hand well."
- Danish proverb -


"Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth."
- Charles Kingsley (1819-75), British writer and clergyman. -


"Your daily life is your temple and your religion."
- Kahlil Gibran -


Did I think of you today
You know
Did I wish a wish
You bet
Did I change the world
why, no


I am finally back home, and although the trip was a wonderful experience, and it was such a joy to meet the ones I did, there was nothing like crossing back into the confines of my own state line. I even said aloud, to it. Then I slept


another weekend comes to pass, another weekend of little feet and soft sweetness, if only I could have that innocence once again, if I could be so carefree where nothing was important and I would not have to live with the choices or mistakes that I have made.


I was able to write with more depth and show of my feelings, now in some way that may only be apparent to me is the lack of inner feeling they seem to convey. and I should say it is not a fault or a lack of emotions, it is just that as of late it seems I have no creative imagination left in me, I sit for hours and play with one graphic just to scrap it because I see nothing in it that gives it any quality. I try to write a verse or two of a poem and there is nothing there. Am I going through a phase or has my imagination gone to sleep on me for lack of inspiration. I guess this is something I should ponder this day.


Days of yesterday are gone
Tomorrow has yet to come into view
so that leaves only today and thoughts of someone new


I feel like the walls are closing in on me, like there is no more light, the world has grown dark and cold. I want to cry but life has taught me that tears serve no purpose, so why bother shedding them? Maybe they won't fall because I've already used them all up. Such a feeling of loneliness encompasses me. I think if I could just cry it would feel so much better. I keep looking but still no answers, but what is the question?


Happy Easter

I think of fuzzy bunnies
soft and silky to the touch
hopping and playing
sitting in the sun

brightly colored eggs
plastic grass
and baskets

Somewhere the meaning has been lost
for on this day
we celebrate the fact and the realization
that Christ was our Christ
our savior.

For when he rose, and the tomb was empty
our sins were washed away
and now as a reminder
we must ask this forgiveness every day.


True dignity is never gained by place, and never lost when honors are withdrawn
- Philip Massinger -