VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
June 28

Online friends are so very dear
Like a rose your friendship blooms
The miles between you don't seem to matter
As your cursor brings them into the room.

Who would have thought it possible
You could have feelings of love and adore
One that you've never seen nor heard
But only read on your monitor.

They can brighten your day at any time
With only a quick line or two
Or if they happen to be in the mood
There's so much more they can do!

An E-card or poem sent at just the right time
Can make you break into a smile
Or a picture sent across cyberspace
Shortens the gap between the miles.

What would we do without E-mail buddies
To tuck us in bed each night?
With wishes of we'll talk again tomorrow
And we hope that you sleep tight!

They're faithful friends that have been sent
Like a beacon they bring us light
Let's be thankful and say a prayer for them
When we close our eyes tonight!

- © Janey Hauck -


Well I managed to loose my place in this space,
whap my face, I've lost my Ace.
with more speed in my pace, it's possible I could lose the race
Then where would I find my Ace?

Laughing, me is goofy


"Right actions for the future are the best apologies for wrong ones in the past."
- Tyron Edwards -


"And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death."
- Revelation 12:11 -


I sometimes think of the smile that brought me the sun
the memory like a touch in the night
I sometimes wonder why you fled from the love and the fun
the memory like an unseen view held from sight


long hours
cold food
rest at last


Gone, somewhere lost in my mind


Who is me?


A softness finds it's spot within, a confused and dazed mind, prevailing, refusing to surrender to the darker hardening of the heart. Showing true spirit of body and soul, Is this a weakness or a blessing?


Looking deep inside myself I see only a shell
No one knows me but only judges the hell


No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.
- Abraham Lincoln -