VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
September 12

Little Farm House
Original Bajeca
Mouse Drawn by
B. J. Carper

"Some people spend their lives searching for happiness...some people CREATE it!"
- Sir Panda -

"Laughter is the closest distance between two people."
- Victor Borge -


I guess maybe it's the flu, maybe broncitious, all I know is that I feel horrible, missed work today and have done nothing but sleep, the parts of me outside the blanket are burning and the stuff under the blankets is freezing. I'm sweating my butt off now, so hopefully that is a sign it's beginning to break.


"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."
– Eleanor Roosevelt -


take a song
the music
the words
the dance
and think of me


I began packing today, just the small stuff, the move won't really begin for another week, but I must get ready so that I can. deciding on what to keep, what to throw away, what to store, what to hide, what to bring along.


I wonder where some get the courage or the desire to go on with every day when there is no future, and what their is is only pain and lingering suffering. What makes them fight the illness, what drives them to wake in the morning?


It seems as though the world has changed since yesterday. I sit glued to the television set, listening at the news, watching the planes fly into the world trade center over and over again. I keep hoping to hear that they have found someone alive, anyone, but there are none, I wonder how many there are, how long will it take to find them.


when dawn greets the day
what does it say

when eve turns to the dark of night
love takes flight

when the day is done
thoughts filled with none


I wished my words could paint a picture of the morning sunrise, the Eastern sky a coral colored pink, the low lying clouds appearing to have golden halo from the sun resting upon them, and then the shimmering light filtering through reaching for the ground, and the cool waters of a lake, where the resting ducks float slowly, and then by some unknown command they rise, forming a V and flying South. Yes I wished I could paint you a picture of the morning, and the beautiful blessing given.


Walking hand and hand
a canopy of leaves over their heads
but they did not see

Silent looks
spoke volumes of their love
but they did not see

Whispered secrets in the dark
promises of forever
but they did not see

Sitting alone
all in the past
They did not see


Since we cannot match it let us take our revenge by abusing it.
- Michel de Montaigne -