VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
June 30

"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."
- Mohandas Gandhi -


At one time I thought I loved, but in retrospect of the days of my life, I find I must have been mistaken, for all the lies that have been given through out, all the belief I put into them I have come to the conclusion I had to have been wrong each and every time. Of course it has been so long since my heart has felt the emotions that once were evoked in the presence of the instigator of love.


In life one may find true happiness or pure sorrow, and even a mixture of both, in fact always a mixture, for one can not have happiness without sorrow, because if you do not have something or someone to make you happy or give you joy then how could one ever grieve for something they once never had?

My Thought to Ponder today


"But I say unto you which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you, Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you."
- Luke 6:27 -


I wander around as though a change is needed, but yet direction is so hard to find when it seems one is spinning within a circle.


something about the scent that made the day familiar
recalled to the front the feelings and the thoughts
enjoyable, happy moments spent
locked away and cherished


Shared memories
moments stolen
time suspended
then gone


Another month passes
life seems to stand still
things go in circles
with loops of highs and lows
determining the loop to ride
is really the scary side
of life and the unknown


A spiritual wisdom of the mind, can save one from certain decline, for with wisdom and true belief, we may see the hope of certain relief. Today's sorrows may and can be replaced by all the tomorrow's. With faith and hope, we learn to cope. With love and trust we finally know we must.


I'm going to give up, find the joy I used to felt. Forget the names of strangers I have learned to love, find myself and escape from all of the above. A warmth I gave has grown cold, the spirit lost already gone. Remember the times as a child hidden in a fantasy of unrealism. Remember the times of sweet and tender love, replaced by the cruelty of reality, and the blows. Remember the pleasure that once came whenever I heard your name lost with the winds of yesterday. Remember the tears, the grief, the fears. Gone now, nothing left. Tomorrow shall come and I shall rise above the obstacles to try again. But the level will be no more than what they allow.

Remember feeling like rising holding my head proud, They must have saw for they removed that pride replaced it with a machine that does not know how. Removed from me what made me feel good, replaced with just a name on the list. Another number no one special. Another spot nothing grand. Always white trash never above. Money conquers leaves us low. Those with will always have and those without will always want.


There are tones of voices that mean more than words.
- Robert Frost -