VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
August 22

angel holding hearts
mouse drawn by
B. J. Carper

"Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out."
– James Bryant Conant -


In this world that is mine
where reality and fiction may cross the line
I find that no matter, all is fine
for those who dine on wine

okay no poet am I but for some silly reason I had those few rhyming words stuck in my head just now so I thought I would write them down, besides I needed something to say for nothing new in life has changed for me so thus nothing new to write, heck nothing old to write either so thus just few random ramblings to fill up this space for this day.


"I came that you may have and enjoy life and have it in abundance, until it overflows."
- John 10:10 -


longer than long the days
brief but a moment in the space of hindsight
time but motions of aging


travel the path I have walked then know me inside and out
walk the steps I have taken to get to this point
cry the tears I have cried, and smile the smiles I have given
sing the tune I know and carry in my heart
and then we can become one and a part


barf, crap, barf


when the sun rises in the morn, whose heart will be broken and torn


I have held in my hand the most precious of gifts
I have let it sip through my fingers like the sand of the sea
I have lost and I have loved, but have never treated life with kid gloves


I was thinking about dreams today, I wonder if we dream because we need to be reminded of our spiritual faith. There are two types of dreams it seems happy or joyful, and sad or scary, is one the image of Heaven and the other a reminder that there is a hell? With that thought in mind, I questioned why I would have either or. Is one kind different than the other? A glimpse into paradise a re-enforcement to keep the faith?


I feel the storm clouds descending on me again, I'm helpless to stop the darkness that surrounds me. I want to cry. I want to be held in your arms, but that will never be. I know I did the right thing in saying good-bye, but I miss you so bad.

I wished I could just hear your voice one last time, to know you were okay, and to know I did the right thing. But to do that would not be fair, for the memories it would stir would be such pain. I know I will always love you and I will never forget.


Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.
- H. G. Wells -