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

"Nature does not bestow virtue; to be good is an art."
- Seneca -


It seems it has been raining forever, but in truth only since yesterday. Work went okay, babysat for Donavan tonight so didn't do anything at all. All in all a good day I guess, anyhow it wasn't a bad day.


I'm going to close my eyes, and pretend that it doesn't matter any longer


the music speaks volumes, just as the silence continues to do.
Have you ever


conversation can lift the spirit, it can connect a soul when nothing else can, it can bring into perspective the emotions and the feelings that cannot be expressed in written form, but only sensed.


When the train comes through town as it just did going to the East it carries my thoughts that way and I wonder if anyone know that they are coming and will they be there to receive them when they get there. At three in the morning I doubt it.


a very long and confusing day,
I wonder who there is to talk to
What choices should I make
What song should I sing
and where is love to come from

I search my soul for the answers
I look to the East and the South
Everyone has someone, but not I
But by being alone,
I know that no one is abusing me
or using me to their own means

I wonder did you think of me this day
did you hear me calling your name in my sleep
Did you feel my tears as they slid from my eye
Did you know I Love you and I wished you were here
Or Should I tell you something you didn't know


I continue to live the life of the dead, in isolation and silence, but free from the provocation and the taunts of painful degradation, of what I once did


If you could see inside of me, you would discover so much that is hidden from the outside world, you would know my heart breaks from the desire to be filled, you would know that my thoughts are filled with you and dreams that may never come true. If you could see inside of me what would you do?


a gentle awakening
a tender caress
a soft kiss

revelations about the spirit
a touch from an angels hand
the morning sun cleansing the soul


We can draw lessons from the past, but we cannot live in it.
- Lyndon B. Johnson -