VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
September 29

Train of Life

Some folks ride the train of life
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.

They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.

But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.

So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.

I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.

I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.

So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,

Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.

It's all right to remember,
That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
There's so much mystery.

The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.

It's searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train!

~ author unknown ~


I'm feeling a bit blue, no reason really anyhow nothing in life has changed to cause it, I'm just blue and that is all it is a blue state of mind, maybe it's one of those times when I get reflective and realize I have no one out there who cares if I am here or not. It's a sad feeling when you know you could disappear off the face of the earth and no one would even notice.


Morning Prayer
You are ushering in another day
Untouched and freshly new,
So here I come to ask You God
If You'll renew me too?

Forgive the many errors,
That I made yesterday,
And let me try again dear God,
To walk closer in Thy way.

But Father, I am well aware
I can't make it on my own.
So take my hand and hold it tight
For I can't walk alone.


Well you know how I feel, and you know what I think, and you know what I want, and you know me, so why do you continue to hide, to run from the truth that you know. Why?


I look around me and think of the memories this little house holds, and as I place each thing into it's box..a bit of sadness fills my heart.


it is kind of funny, having read last years thoughts, I find I ate that chicken today, it had been there a year, waiting for the day I could cook it for someone other than myself, a year in the freezer, a year in where I have hoped wished, longed and yearned for something I have had no right to desire, then then again a heart I guess doesn't know right from wrong, it only knows the devotion and the feelings that come by but once or twice in a lifetime


I bought chicken to cook for when he comes over, but something came up and he couldn't come, so I put it in the freezer and will save it for when he comes over again


cringing pain of isolation
leaves the soul dissolute and empty
from tears to fears
loss and cost
who wins this game?


When your presence doth appear
as if a magical spell has been cast
You come into my day
bringing with you a certain charm
That lifts my spirits
and feels as though nothing can harm
In a few moments you've brought a smile
holding, giving, sharing all the while.


Looking inside the determination of the prognosis is not rather but what was, when it was, at a central point in time lost within, buried and hidden.

Searching for a crack within the shield defining how to best penetrate the armor of protection the heart has been cloaked in, not giving up

Seeing the lasting hope of true love concealed in years of disappointment knowing that embers may spark a raging inferno of flame.

Has that certain point in time to give up and abandon the mission been forsaken to doomed dread? Nay it is hidden here somewhere within


The more I live, the more I think that humor is the saving sense.
- Jacob August Riis -