About me . . .
I prefer solitude to a party, a walk rather than a run, a book to television and my life in color.
+ more bio information"Slowly" Muted tones Nature's mercy Venerable Atmospheric rapport Of just why The daystar's fall Overcomes my core Impending finality No repetition Of this scene Outline of majesty With angles of gold Coolness gathers Slips through seams Of contentment Every so slightly I turn my gaze To yours Stained with evening's Ochre hu...
During my half century on this gorgeous green earth I've found that the most important question is the one I never thought to ask. As I've watched the back of a loved one or friend turn and exit the room the one question I could have asked was stuck in my throat. Not because it was a difficult thing to voice, but inexperienc...
Can we hope for a cure of heterosexuality as well? Seems to me the innoculation would be interchangable. Now that would be truly interesting. Gives the adage "Walk a mile in my shoes" a whole new meaning. I can think of an entire group of self proclaimed saints I would sign up. Its difficult to comprehend the 'religious' voi...
This debate would not be a contemporary issue if we each held our traditions and family in the highest regard. People judge nations by how they treat and nurture their elderly and poor. What they see in America are warehouses for our elderly and the poor begging and living on the street. In my life, service equals virtue. My...
I believe differently than any religion', but I do believe that people should vote with their conscience. How can one not? One's faith and belief system is at the core of every single decision we make. However, there is a caveat. When the moral majority' began their campaign it was dishonest. Most that subscribed to it were ...
Fibers, by Deborah Chaney Porous fibers of reality Tighten against the soft Tissue surrounding illusion; My self drawn caricature of life. It is peaceful here in this Universe Of avoidance - no worry, no stress Where footfalls never recede They only approach gladly. Where laughter echoes Down stairs that take one Not to dark...
"Tree Speak" The trees spoke Moving their limbs To a rhythm Matching my breath Words, useless Signified deafness Yet, I perceived The connection Nature's bond Reaching to my soul Causing my head To nod agreement Sweet perfume Of sweating sap The creak of bark Upon bark rubbed Whispered needles Of verdant green Hearken my app...
In the past, salt, silver and then gold encouraged wars, genocide and invasions by super powers. Hundreds of years from now scholars of history will study us drunk with the power of oil and willing to invade and occupy nations to have our fill. The price and demand of oil controls the prosperity of every citizen whether it i...
Deborah Chaney
Corvallis, Oregon US
Member since: April 2007
Articles Written: 8
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