Monday, September 19, 2016

Rest In Peace Andrea the

Writing down my emotions is like blowing in the wind and has become a way of cleaning the palate of the soul. My sister's death was a shock. Though her choices in life were not always good. I never expected her to die in such a violent way. Life and death are our only guarantees and we are responsible for how we live between the two experiences. 
Andrea was rather compulsive in her choices. Much of the time she acted and reacted without giving it much thought. The fact that she ended her life failing to yield to a train is both shocking and yet not a surprise. Her restlessness and many times poor choices revealed years of a troubled life.  She was always looking for something that maybe just didn't exist. It reminded me of Oz. "“If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than "my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with.” ― L. Frank Baum, "
She had everything materialistic that a person could ask for but she just never managed to find " Peace of mind" aIl of it is kind of a reminder no matter how bad you think it is , it can always be worse. 

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Just Being Me

Alone is not a bad thing,
I can do anything at all
or I can do nothing if
that is the days call.

Daydream all day
and drift into the abyss
or block out the world
and not worry about bliss.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016


First Kindergarten lesson is not fair.

It would be fair to spend my life with you, to feel the moment like when I first laid eyes on you. It would be fair to relive again once and forever to love until the end. It would be fair to never ever feel the pain, the void inside when love is ripped from your life. It would be fair that only good things would happen to good people and only goodness would a dream come true. It would only be fair if decisions I could make would take back the years that seemed to be ruled by fate.

It would be fair...
No sickness in children,
no lovers heartache,
no storms of life
for a soul to partake.

No needless violence
and no traces of war,
no signs of darkness
and a lock on the devils

It would be fair...
if all could see the
beauty of life, the
magic of love that
reveals that all is

Blue sky on the grayest
of days and a warm sun
to dry up all traces of
gloom and rain.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Keep the love flowing

Dado Baba which stood for great grandmother use to say " never go to bed angry"

Welcome the morning free of hate,
allow only love on this road we call fate.
Happiness comes from inside and is ignited
when you are by my side.

No goodbyes between us,
there is always love between us,
no matter where you journey,
no matter how far you go.

Never go to bed angry,
keep those positive thoughts alive,
we touched the heart of happiness
and in our soul it resides.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

My Pet Peeve

Pert Peeves... driving on the road has caused me to have a few of them. It seems most people forget they have a turn signal and well posted speed limits are to be broken but my least favorite is those who just don't seem to turn off darn high beams.

Turn off those lights A-hole,
you're not the only game in town,
the lever on the left
will turn those high beams down.

It surely is my pet peeve,
the way you blind me on the road,
screaming does very little ,
so I'm singing for you to turn
those darn lights down.

Turn off those lights A-hole,
there is cars all around,
no matter what lane they are in
you need to turn them down.

I can't see a thing,
even though I look away,
blinding the other driver
is an awfully dangerous game.

Friday, January 2, 2015


I have more riches than all the royalty,
for I am surrounded by your love.
My treasure overflows with
the magic of your friendship.

My online diary,
a place to come,
where I can share,
the warmth of love.

One word or two,
a thousand more,
I write the words
of what is in store.

Rainbows, blue skies,
clouds of white, dreams
of happiness and holding
you tight.
I scream so loud in silence that my head hurts.
I live to taste the sweetness of honey from your lips.
I can't change what was already written,

Saturday, November 15, 2014


I find restraints upon the moment in a depth that
one cannot conceive until they are submerged.