tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554330343701073362024-03-14T00:23:03.294-07:00Sun Drop RaysGlohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.comBlogger216125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-55704083686305882332014-10-25T21:19:00.001-07:002014-10-25T21:19:11.831-07:00The want to write againWhen to write, now. The time is now.<br />
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Each day lately has become less stressful. While I still struggle with doubt or worry, I am much easier to give the problem over to God. Problems don't stress me out so much like they used to.<br />
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I do as much as I am capable of doing, without taking on too much of an extra burden. I take care of myself. I eat properly, and regularly. I think happy thoughts. I am kind to others. At the end of the day, the only thing that troubles me is if i crossed someone or was mean to them. I feel bad about that. That can keep me awake at night. Worrying. Praying.<br />
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God, always keep me close in your sights. I lose focus easily. I walk off the path. I improve more, and if determined I can stay focused and on task. Keep me close to your work to better humanity, my friends and family and coworkers.<br />
<br />
With prayer and faith.<br />
<br />
AmenGlohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-82712483815756551032014-08-08T23:29:00.001-07:002014-08-08T23:29:11.301-07:00Big blue wavesI am floating in the ocean in the big blue sea. It's amazing to see the sunshine and clouds roll by. I am floating in the ocean in the big blue sea<div><br></div><div>I wish were a pirate and I sailed the seven seas. Life was for the taking mine I would steal from the rich and I would steal from the poor. </div><div><br></div><div>This is a life worth enjoying so live it and pretend you are a ship floating in the ocean </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-84494287760737751372014-03-04T21:19:00.001-08:002014-03-04T21:22:19.914-08:00Not to beI often daydreamed about what I would teach my children about values, love and life. Now I realize I won't have children to raise. It's a rude awakening when one realizes The daydream is over. Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-22908765707325678312014-02-21T21:57:00.001-08:002014-02-21T21:58:05.435-08:00Night visionThese Past few nights my soul has transcended to places far outside of myself. <div><br></div><div>I saw the stars in the night sky. I propelled outside of my body as it lay drifting off to sleep. Drifting off into space. I held the vision and felt a sense of awe and peace. </div><div><br></div><div>The following night I saw the prairie winter landscape. The wind blew snow across the land. I was suspended in the sky watching the wind blow across the earth. I felt one with everything. </div><div><br></div><div>These moments remind me that life is so much more beyond ourselves. The earth and sky are life. I am life. The troubles I experience can be left behind when I connect to the universe. I am part of it all. I will be taken care of. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VZ6RILdWCIM/Uwg8X2EVovI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Y8Hl2VbMBSI/s640/blogger-image-964178866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VZ6RILdWCIM/Uwg8X2EVovI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Y8Hl2VbMBSI/s640/blogger-image-964178866.jpg"></a></div>Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-38403532900863636452014-01-02T15:26:00.001-08:002014-01-02T15:26:45.694-08:00Pass the peas, please<span style="font-family: '.Helvetica NeueUI'; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Family: are the only people who can... talk bad about you behind your back, yell at you until they make you cry, and make assumptions about you based on their own fears... And think they can get away with it and expect you to be their best friend the next day. </span>Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-27496175305812034512013-12-28T23:47:00.001-08:002013-12-28T23:47:05.508-08:00I think I have lost part of my short term and or long term memory retention skills<br />
Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-11670329240922893052013-12-27T22:41:00.001-08:002013-12-27T22:41:18.212-08:00For what it's <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nwlLP_zx7Ig/Ur5yjHSQ0bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tGnMBEapZvE/s640/blogger-image--185856150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nwlLP_zx7Ig/Ur5yjHSQ0bI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tGnMBEapZvE/s640/blogger-image--185856150.jpg" /></a></div>Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-68103899727952794872013-12-27T21:57:00.001-08:002013-12-27T21:57:56.461-08:00The chrysalisWhat if we are the last generation born before the Fukushima incident. <br />
<br />
And we are the last of our<br />
Kind?Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-46049127936938564462013-11-28T20:10:00.001-08:002013-11-28T20:10:51.919-08:00KeenKeenly unaware. <br />
Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-28638399440963968572013-11-25T21:11:00.001-08:002013-11-25T21:11:46.270-08:00FlawedI am always aware that when I offer advice, it's usually the same advice I should be offering myself in that moment. So I always try to choose my words well. <br />
<br />
So here's some advice for myself and others who have the pleasure if putting up with me:<br />
<br />
- I often won't tell you much about my personal life or how I am feeling. This can make things difficult for me especially with family and coworkers. Or new people who are trying to get to know me. <br />
<br />
- I don't visit or call as much as I should. Friends and family don't quite seem to understand me when it comes to this. I am not mad at you, I am not ignoring you, I am actually already running in five different directions and busy with 3 jobs and 2 volunteering positions, and I do require a lot of personal time.<br />
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- I leave. When the tone gets heated and awkward, I go away from it. I prefer to figure things out without the use of raised voices or controlling demands, and mean words. Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-30961431699809362182013-11-21T21:57:00.001-08:002013-11-21T21:57:14.434-08:00If u saw meHopefully if someone discovers nake Ed picture of<br />
Me online, I hope I am long gone <br />
<br />
I have a lot of <br />
Love poems I have written too<br />
And that's kind of like exposing yourself too. I hope more than anything people find those words and connect to me too. Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-87925544309491723492013-11-20T18:34:00.001-08:002013-11-22T22:14:49.299-08:00TurnGlohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-42155927709297516332013-11-12T16:41:00.001-08:002013-11-12T16:41:57.822-08:00Just Kill me nowI know<br />
<br />
How about we put on some nice make up to look pretty... <br />
<br />
-<br />
<br />
And then we cry uncontrollably for a few minutes <br />
<br />
That should do the trick, eh?<br />
<br />
I gotta go check my mascara. <br />
<br />
FOR Fuck Sakes!Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-65130049325203170482013-11-12T16:39:00.001-08:002013-11-12T16:39:18.944-08:00Just Kill me nowI know<br />
<br />
How about we put on some nice make up to look pretty... <br />
<br />
-<br />
<br />
And then we cry uncontrollably for a few minutes <br />
<br />
That should do the trick, eh?<br />
<br />
I gotta go check my mascara. <br />
<br />
FOR Fuck Sakes!Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-4338243420586439222013-11-08T23:20:00.001-08:002013-11-08T23:20:50.787-08:00Maybe time will tellWe will always carry around that hope<br />
<br />
in the<br />
Bottom of our pockets, purses, backpacks, hearts? Memories? <br />
<br />
And sometimes when we least expect it, won't be able to find it anywheres we looks. And the frustrated tears will barely find a way to escape from our eyes. <br />
But it's still there. Mostly hidden so far underneath the devastation of losing each other. But it's still there. I know it is<br />
Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-73629272202027386022013-10-08T15:32:00.001-07:002013-10-08T15:32:35.126-07:00Done talkingWhat's the use. I know communication is a powerful thing between people. I use to rely heavily on the spoken and written words. After a while though, it doesn't seem like it's worth the effort. My words have fallen onto others mediocre minds, motionless lips, senseless ears, and cowardly hearts. There is no point in speaking my truths... It hasn't gotten me far with these people, and these people are all I am surrounded by. Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-32980679733370193072013-09-23T21:45:00.001-07:002013-09-23T21:45:35.527-07:00Life was always goodAll of a sudden, life was always good. I feel happy. Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-15808626459971519792013-09-22T21:34:00.001-07:002013-09-22T21:39:19.104-07:00God, I WonderWho reads this? What would it matter anyways? I wonder if this divided highway will ever end and our paths<br />
Will ever line up<br />
As one <br />
<br />
The difference Between grace and sin... i believe in a higher power but I don't always believe that I live up to the expectations and standards of my God. In the religious beliefs I was raised , Make me believe every breath I take is a sin. But i have come to accept the things i have done and find forgiveness. And sometimes yes. I believe I am a sinner<br />
<br />
But that's really not the point here. I think ... No I wonder if I lead a graceful life?Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-50801546195767463362013-09-13T15:33:00.001-07:002013-09-13T15:33:41.428-07:00The problem with love isIt gets<br />
Tiring when all a guy wants from a lady is a sexual no strings attached<br />
Casual relationship. Apparently developing feelings towards a guy and admitting to wanting to find awesome love more than wanting to have just awesome sex with him ... Is enough to send a guy hiking Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-65699819676368762592013-09-09T20:36:00.001-07:002013-09-09T20:36:03.516-07:00SometimesThe only satisfaction I can feel from life<br />
Is the satisfaction I can give myselfGlohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-54834035157149457302013-07-03T02:40:00.001-07:002013-07-03T02:40:42.372-07:00Cuz I sure doEver get hunger pains <br />
In your heart?....<br />
That keep u up all night?Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-74689809560603143372013-05-29T22:33:00.001-07:002013-05-29T22:35:12.772-07:00He is like the great Gatsby.Today is a blessing. Surely. The belief in Love has returned to my life. In the sense that even though relationships don't always turn out, the love that existed never goes away. I have been redeemed by a visit from a past love. He has blessed me with his presence. Now he is gone again, on toward his next adventure. Like the great Gatsby. He lives a life beyond my imagination. He tells great tales of his adventures of Peru and kiteboarding. Emeralds and Venezuela. Drugs and guns. Love and loss. I wish I could have been there with him all these years. But I know it couldn't have been so. I am here. He was here for a day and a night. I went to go see him a couple weekends ago. We both got a glimpse into each others worlds once again so briefly. Now he is on his way westbound. Idk when I will get the chance to have his company again but we speak of a visit in the near future. I love him with all that I have. I have missed everything about him. We made some new better memories for me to remember. I can't explain how this has helped my heart to heal, but it has changed my heart for the best. I love u HG. Always. Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-20643346958028367302013-03-08T06:06:00.001-08:002013-03-08T06:06:08.336-08:00UnclimacticI used to believe in a love that was so much different than the love I know now. It's not as hopeful as I thought it would be. It's not as honest. Not as romantic. It's just there. Steady like a heartbeat. Necessary, like blood in these veins to keep me alive. I thought it would be so much more thrilling. Love doesn't take my breathe away. I know it's there. But it's not what I wanted it to be<br />
<br />
Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-8117031190742452702013-02-25T22:37:00.001-08:002013-02-25T22:37:24.465-08:00NowI am looking inward<br />
Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255433034370107336.post-18331710084666970492013-02-12T00:56:00.001-08:002013-02-12T00:56:34.374-08:00Am I just like u - an awful affairYou're the kind of man that believes in love. An all consuming kind of love. But in all your romantic words, intermittent sexual innuendos, painful outbursts of frustration and forgiveness; I haven't heard anything that has resonated inside my heart to be the truth. What I find even more disturbing is that in looking this closely at you, I see my own shortcomings. It's like you are the mirror held up to me. I am just like you. I have been tormenting my previous love in just the same way you have been tormenting me andI can't stand you. I understand now how it has come to the point where love no longer resides in me. I have chased it away with the same games you are playing with me now. With your last desperate attempts at my heart. I can't stand it anymore. Back off. Glohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08552469638575669461noreply@blogger.com0