VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
June 20

Little Mouse in a Chair
mouse drawn by B. J. Carper

"Live your life each day as you would climb a mountain. An occasional glance towards the summit keeps the goal in mind, but many beautiful scenes are to be observed from each new vantage point."
- Harold B. Melchart -

2006

I sit here typing away, with nothing really to say, with nothing on my mind, with nothing at all.

2005

"For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it."
- Isaiah 55:10 -

2004

silence surrounds me
wraps me in its solitude
closes in on me
pushes and pressures me to change
slowly suffocating
killing, silencing me as well

2003

Sometimes upon waking in that space between awareness and the unknown world of slumber, where no troubles have yet invaded the thoughts and no memories flood the mind is when and where I find my most peace, it must be like death

2002

the heat has finally arrived, it seems as though with the first day of summer will come summer and will remind us of a day in the lake, a cracking fire, toasted marshmallows, and something else long lost in the heat of the night

2001

The road of Life is a funny thing, so full of potholes, hills, mountains, and valleys. Sometimes I wonder if it will ever level out and be smooth for any period of time.

2000

A long day
with little rest
interrupted
and troubled sleep

1999

Another Father's day passes,

Daddy my thoughts were with you
Daddy what could I do
I tried to be the daughter you wanted
but daughters are not sons
and I was the only one
Daddy why couldn't you love me
Daddy couldn't you see
I tried to make you proud
someone you might want to be around
Daddy don't you know
Daddy couldn't you see
Daddy please just love me

1998

The roses bloom
bright and pink
So beautiful
I forget to think

I only notice their glory
forgetting the thorns
which pierce
and leave the flesh torn

Touch your lips softly to mine
let me feel your arms surround me
your heart beating against mine

Hold me tenderly
caress mine cheek

Look at me so that I can see
the warmth of your love
and the happiness that show

Loan me your shoulder
so that I can rest

Trail your fingers along my neck
make my body feel alive
Let me feel your touch

If I could wish upon a falling star what would I wish
I would wish what I wished then to always be in your arms
I would wish that all my tomorrows would be just ours
I would wish that I was her and she was not
I would wish I could change the things that stand in the way
I would wish to be there with you instead of crying here alone

Thoughts tumbling from my mind, driving me crazy inside, tearing at my heart, leaving me empty, why is saying good-bye to someone you never see so hard to accept, I know I done right, but if this is right why do I hurt so bad? I guess I shall ponder that thought for the day.

1997

I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it.
- Pablo Picasso -