VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
May 27

Friends are people
You should never erase
Like delicate flowers
You couldn't replace
Always there
Through thick and thin
They'll listen to your problems
Again and again
They stay by your side
When no one else cares
And give the you love
No one else shares
Friends are angels
From heaven above
Beautiful people
You should always love


"Reading is important — read between the lines. Don't swallow everything."
- Gwendolyn Brooks -


"I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities;"
- Psalm 31:7 -


"Inspiration usually comes during work, rather than before it."
- Madeleine L'Engle -


Haven't done a Tuesday Twofer for awhile so I guess it's time.

If you could only possess three items that you currently own what would those items be.

  1. My good memories of days and events gone by
  2. My health
  3. and Teddy W

If you could throw away three items that you currently possess, what would those items be

  1. My hurt
  2. My anger
  3. and my emptiness


when we travel to the other side, we find that we sometimes want to turn back the hands of time, and other times we find we want to jump into the unknown with both feet


Sometimes there are words in your head that you can not say. They are words that mean to much to be said, they are too important to be spoken aloud, for if spoken then the chance of losing them are jeopardized. If spoken life could change. If spoken things could change. They are always there, they want to be heard, but yet fear holds them inside. That is where my mind was when I woke with tears in my eyes this morning.


The Pain and the Freedom are no consolation


What are dreams, are they how we wish things to be, or relapses in time of things we know, Are they a window into the future, where do they come from? Why do some dream in black and white and others in full color, while yet there seems to be times that there are no dreams at all. Are dreams only for when we are asleep, or do they happen in our waking hours as well? What are dreams anyhow?

My Thought to ponder.


Soft little plops of rain caress my window
I listen intently
Losing myself to the soft hypnotizing plop plop

I wonder where the rain has been
how many times has it fallen
each drop joined together by an unseen hand

It falls again and again
being joined each time with new droplets
formed from many winds

Sometimes when it falls it's in an angry rush
the next as tonight in a soft caressing beat
and at other times in such a fine mist it is lost

I guess this is my point to ponder for the day...
What kind of raindrop will I be?


Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.
- Charles F. Kettering -