The road before you is perilous What lies beyond the fog is dangerous Legends of creatures ever so treacherous Shall you choose to be cautious or adventurous? Nothing can truly prepare you for this journey You pray that the gods may show you mercy Your ha...
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Why, Oh Why
A personal reflection on recent events.In recent months I have been to four funerals,All of them close friends I have known for many years,People I respected, and in some cases loved;People who had all led rich and fulfilling lives,All loved by family, successful in business,And who had all se...
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Choice is Yours
Life is all about choices."Laura, Lauraa, Where are you, my child?" mom was yelling at her."Yes mom, I am here," Laura's voice was heard from a long distance. She was running down her way to respond to her mom.The little girl was full of mud all over. She had a good time with two...
I choose for you, you're still the oneThe true love of my lifeI want, I wish with all my heartThat we can end this strife I will regret that fateful nightAs long as I shall liveAnd hope, with everything in meYou're able to forgive That you'll once more ac...
How Can I Choose?
Is making a choice ever easy?Is it possible to cope simultaneously with the torment of choosing whether I will to stay and accept less than I desire, or the agony of wanting to walk away because I know you'll never be able to give me what I want? Something that means everything to me...
The Perfect Wave
Waves are like our lives...in so many ways.Laying on my board feeling the water move beneath me, my arms stretched out moving gently across the rippling surface with my chin on the board watching the reflections dance on the surface of the almost perfect glass surface. Perfection...yes, now, but j...
From Morning Songs: Reading the News
Sitting in my isolated cabin in the woods reading news from around the world on the internetYesterday, I read about a bomb that killed a family in Afghanistan twelve hours ago-- four children, their parents and another man, a friend, perhaps, or a grand-parent who, just before their house exploded, was eating soup, talking, maybe laughing. In th...
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Some are short Some are long Some turn left Some turn right Some lead up a hillSome lead down Some appear bright Some appear dark Some lead straight throughSome lead to dead ends Some must be back trackedSome must be re-traveled Some take us where we desi...