VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
June 16

"My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing."
- James 1:2 -


sometimes at night when i lay in the bed trying to find my dreams I will play word games with myself, thinking of everything I can that will rhyme with the chosen word, sometimes I can come up with some really great poems in those moments, sadly I never recall them the next day, or even if I were to grab a pad or pen to write them down at that moment. Do you think that maybe poetry should always be fluid, shifting and maybe that is why my poems disappear in the night with the morning light?

My Thought to Ponder today


Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
- Rainer Maria Rilke -


I wonder why when I sleep I see those eyes so blue and deep
I wonder why when I wake I long to touch, so much
I wonder why when I sit and think, tears come without a blink
I wonder why when I walk, I recall every talk
I wonder why


is my path to be that of one
shared with none
walked alone
until my life is completely gone?


how does one make someone not special when within your heart you know they are to you, but yet that is not what you want, that is not what you need and it certainly isn't your intent, how do you remove what is natural, what is there and what is within?


A synonym is a word you use when you can't spell the word you first thought of.
- Burt Bacharach -


I want to love again
to know that special feeling deep inside
but I am scared
so scared


Have you ever sat in a room of black, feeling as empty as the air around you, void of all color, silence prevails, and a coldness touches your soul, you feel empty with no one to console. Where the feelings conflict and battle with in yourself, the demons fight to win, and you question why you continue on this road, where no answers are found and only heartache and loneliness abound


to be alone in silence
an emptiness un-explainable
craving a word
or just a touch
wanting to be a part
but standing separate
scared of having
and losing again
the pain a haunting reminder
to never give all again
once it's all given
it can never be reclaimed
so the walls are built
and protect me from within
sheltered in my own prison
of heartache and shame


If you want to be respected, you must respect yourself.
- Spanish Proverb -