VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
September 2

Be a friend.
You don't need money;
Just a disposition sunny;
Just the wish to help another
Get along some way or other;
Just a kindly hand extended
Out to one who's unbefriended;
Just the will to give or lend,
This will make you someone's friend.

Be a friend.
You don't need glory.
Friendship is a simple story.
Pass by trifling errors blindly,
Gaze on honest effort kindly,
Cheer the youth who's bravely trying,
Pity him who's sadly sighing;
Just a little labor spend
On the duties of a friend.

Be a friend.
The pay is bigger
(Though not written by a figure)
Than is earned by people clever
In what's merely self-endeavor.
You'll have friends instead of neighbors
For the profits of your labors;
You'll be richer in the end
Than a prince, if you're a friend.

- Edgar Guest -

"Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold."
- Leo Tolstoy -


working on a Saturday, kind of odd for me, however it's good to do it from time to time. Son shocked me tonight when he announced that finally he is ready for marriage, and the shy one has a brand new sparklie on her finger. I'm happy about this, I think it is a good thing.


A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.;
- Unknown -



A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,
She asked him if he would want to be with her forever....
and he said no.
She then asked him if she were to leave, would he cry,
and once again he replied with a no.

She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face
The boy grabbed her arm and said....
You're not pretty you're beautiful.
I don't want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you forever.
And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...


longing for the hidden forbidden
thoughts of what shalt naught
leaving never ever
look to find mind
heart sought
love above all


a Sunday, a night of racing, a bunch of laughter, on the outside looking in that is where I felt I was. so out of place, not belonging. Is the only place I belong locked away from everyone, from even myself?


I think we all come to a crossroad in our life where we wonder what is out there, what have we missed, what have we given up or missed to be in the place we are now, and when those thoughts enter our mind we tend to search for the answers, we try to go backwards and try to re-capture the things we missed, and then one day we wake up and we realize it would have been no different, certainly no better, maybe worse than the path we have already followed. The problem is sometimes when we realize this it is to late to undo the damage we did finding it out.


Emancipate yourself from mental slavery; none but ourselves can free our minds.
- Bob Marley -


once upon a time, my dreams were so far from where they are now. I dreamed of fields of clover, and children in the sunshine. I dreamed of a hand to hold and someone to hold me and keep away my fears, but now I don't think I dream much at all. and if I do it's as though it's not a reality but a glimpse into what could have been instead of what is.


The room was quiet as she entered
They soon forgot the lady in red

All save one the Cowboy in blue
He spoke a simple greeting

That caught the Lady's eye
She hung on his every word

They sipped upon warm coffee
for that was the standard of the house

The Cowboy lost his heart
The Lady in red hers as well

They shared the years past
and regretted it was not then

They laughed and they cried
They shared not just the words but the mind

Then the Cowboy in Blue took the Lady's hand
and lead her to the dance floor

Her dress of chrisom flashed across the floor
His snakeskin's moved to the beat

And when the Dance ended
And they said Goodnight

The Lady in Red knew her Cowboy in Blue
Would hold the memory as dear as if it were true


Intuition isn't the enemy, but the ally, of reason.
- John Kord Lagemann -