Zesty, zingy, full of life,that's the battle the spirit fights.Alone in a body designed for lifethe spirit battles earthly strife.Chosen before birth for this physical realm,battles of nature completely overwhelmthe spirits quest for freedom and peace;From gravities chains it seeks release.Forbidden to fly it's natural flight... More..
Fortunately, I run a soda fountain/antiques/candy shoppe in a small tourist-driven town. Our customers come from all over the world, and want to be here, so there is not a lot of rudeness, although we do have the occasional few who can get downright rude. The biggest frustration is over-eager people wanting to learn more abou... More..
Once born never freeuntil the spirit fleesearthly bonds that hold us tightto guard against our spirits flight.A silent whisper in the nightsets in motion freedoms flight;Home again where all love reignsuntil born again in earthly pain.Lessons learned lead the wayto enter into heavens gate,But until the trumpets final call,spi... More..
Are the shadows in my mind or of ghosts that won't let go?Foggy recollections or memories etched in time,imprinted on a setting that refuses to erasethe memory of what happened on a timeless fateful date.Walking through the corridors of a long lost date in timeghostly meanderings send shivers up my spine.A shadow here, a flic... More..
Kindred spirits are blessings we write,And interweave in the chapters of life.A tapestry made by more than one hand,A kindred spirit is a forever friend.Behind the scenes of lives we leadare special helpers in times of need.When life is hard and the road is rough,we seek them out or they find usAn existence that's etched with... More..
Drive in, drive out,A fast food kind of life.A taste here, a sample there,Being everywhere yet going nowhere.Did you listen to each word spoken?Did you stop to smell the roses?Life is important, no matter your role,So wrap each moment around youlike a cloak against the cold.Life is not a drive-in in a hurry to end,It's a luxu... More..
No substance, no form, no cells to mournNo brain to remember, no heart to bleed.The soul is a passenger and the body, it's vehicleOn a long ride on the roads named life.There's ups and downs on narrow, winding paths;Some roads are too short to be remembered at all,some are too long with too few outs though mosthave rest stops... More..
Cemeterying. Never meant to be a vowel, yet it describes best what those of us who love exploring old cemeteries do. I have seen a "witches" grave, felt the eerie vibration of ancientdrums and visited desecrated mausoleums. While there have been many other cemeteries as interesting as these, I have decided to write on these t... More..
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