VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
August 24

"They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea."
- Francis Bacon -

"Man's main task in life is to give birth to himself, to become what he potentially is."
- Erich Fromm -


The song I've written will never be sang
The melody silent in it's space
The lyrics unknown to all
The dancer's feet shall always be still
The music never heard


"Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body."
- 1 Corinthians 6:19 -


Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.
- Antoine de Saint - Exupery -


a uneventful day, but pleasantly spent finishing the new entrance look for the Vistas. Sometimes I wonder if anyone can understand what all this website represents to me, how it has been both my curse and my cure, how it allows me to do things that I could never do trapped in the real world. It allows me to express myself, it allows me to for some unknown reason actually have a bit of creative talent. It gives me comfort and peace.


I weakened in my resolve for what good, none but yet I tried.


Sunshine where have you gone? Will you ever come back? Shall I ever see the blue sky


time is slipping away, healing me


If I was free to love you would you accept my love? Would you cherish it as the gift it is? Would you Love me in return and hold me through the rough times, stand beside me in the good? Could you love me if you could?


A small child sat upon a dirty floor
begging for a scrap of food
Her mother and father dined upon steaks
juicy and moist
the child begged for the bone, not by choice

A young lady barely a teen
walked the street invisible from sight
begging for a place to spend night
longing for a warm bed
the young lady begged on her knees, not heeding the warning in her head

Time takes it toll on each of us
in it's own special way
memories lie hidden
often coming unbidden
tears fall, and the pain lingers
how many times I can't count on my fingers


If you scatter thorns, don't go barefoot.
- Italian Proverb -