VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
October 20

"Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, but only saps today of its strength."
– A. J. Cronin -

2006

"I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it."
- Pablo Picasso -

2005

When with the true truth be spoken, will it be ever? Why?

2004

tired, wear and tear, mental, physical, emotional
when shall the pain, the suffering, the longing end
and life will become once again worth living

2003

inner turmoil, battles within, questioning myself,

2002

back months ago I felt content, even happy and pleased with my life, I reflect back on that, where the happiness and the joy came from, and although I know who was responsible for it, I now find that is where my pain and emptiness now lays. I often question what I did wrong, or what is wrong with me, that I cannot be loved, cannot be a part of anyone's life. Why I seem to have to walk my path alone, and I find no answers to these questions.

2001

if I were to walk away, walk from everything, free myself of the name, the face, the place, would I be different than I am, would I adjust would I change?

2000

tell me you
is your heart true
tell me you
are you blue?
tell me you
do you feel something new?
tell me you

1999

I feel this sadness coming over me, from where or why, it has no reason. I try to hold it back, to even hide from it, but yet it seeps into my mind, soul. like the night steals the day, the sadness has come to stay? Nay, I won't allow it, it can't consume me. And like the morning light, in time things shall once again be right.

1998

Autumn burns into the end of the season,
leaves golden
scarlet
the green is gone
except for a lone cedar
upon the hill laughing at the
crisp winter air sending it's message
that it is near

Life as known in years past
has faded onto it's final season
will it linger or be over soon,
new blossoms of love
or death to never revive

Stumbling along
making mistakes
not finding any answers only questions

1997

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
- Jean Anouilh -