Thursday, February 23, 2006

George Washington

It is better to be alone than in bad company.

Ninety-nine percent of the failures come from people who have the habit of making excuses.

I hope I shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an "Honest Man."

Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.

The preservation of the sacred fire of liberty and the destiny of the republican model of government are justly considered... deeply, ...finally, staked on the experiment entrusted to the hands of the American people.

Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.

Government is not reason, it is not eloquence, it is force; like fire, a troublesome servant and a fearful master. Never for a moment should it be left to irresponsible action.

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow grow, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Silver Stars - Misdirected Energy

Silver Stars

Silver stars and purple light,
hovering in the sky tonite.
The breeze is cool the air is clean.
I feel as if I'm in a dream.
I look up to feel you near,
As you erase all of my fear.
I can see for miles and miles
proof of you through all my trials.
I pray for direction, comfort and peace.
To always be worthy of your grace.
Misdirected Energy
Things are not what we plan them to be.
Sparks of light are randomly ignited.
Common ground found. Differences ignored..
Positive forces guide and direct, us toward our comfort zone.
Negative thoughts keep us from seeing our power.
They keep us in our box, away from our full potential.
Don't take chances, go ahead be a surface dweller.
It's so much easier.
Go with the flow, follow the crowd.
With any luck you'll end upwith a big house on a big hill.
Throw big parties and invite meaningless people and talk about meaningless things.
But, It's cool Pass me a drink.
Never mind, let me watch you pretend to be happy and pretend that you care.
Let me ask you about what you LOVE,
and about what you want to do for the world.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Song of Lost Love

To you I sing a song of things untold and gone,

Dreams you see in sleep, within your heart so deep,

Days swept by the wind, feelings from within

Faded by whispering time, left as traces in your mind,

Things which once danced in light sparked by romance,

Once held up high and honored, left now for us to ponder-

I sing to you with a heart once lost and torn apart;

Rekindled, my song is here, held within a single tear.

Shanda KR
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That look of numbness
Appears again in me
I had long forgotten it
Why is it now that I see

That same look I saw In your eyes
before you left
Bringing the truth to me
And seeing your promises unkept

Why does it appear again
Leaving me cold, and worried
Leaving my thoughts behind
All my words are hurried

For a moment it all stops
And the reflection fades
I wish you wouldn't whisper
I wish you'd go away

We both had a chance
And we were both too late
I've tried to repair this
Tried to repair this fate

But you walked away from me
And I saw it in your eyes
I told you of this
And I then saw through your lies

I wish you wouldn't whisper
When my calls are so loud
I wish you wouldn't whisper
I'm already lost in the crowd

Now I feel truly lost
Im so unsure of where to go
Nobody's arms are really open
Nobody's true colours show

This is the start of something new
Or the end of truth is near
Look in my eyes and tell me Once more,
whisper in my ear


Questioning Eternity

Tell me, who would have thought that
we two would've found each other,
not content with our lives' lot-

we'd find happiness together?

Now, can we dance?

Shall we lose forever in this moment?
What is the chance that this waltz shall live on?

In this world of 'instant joy' how long can our true love last?
Will these moments we enjoy quickly fade into the past?

Now, can we dream?
Shall we sleep, wrapped in peace?

Things, all unseen, shall they be our company?

Briseis Phemonoe

Monday, February 13, 2006

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Simplicity, Patience & Compassion

I have just three things to teach:
Simplicity, patience, compassion.

These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and in thoughts,
you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.


Wednesday, February 08, 2006

I, Bull

Anger builds as
I feel the weight of dominance

Without consent you bore down
fueling obstinence

Smoke escaping flared nostrils
state faux intelligence

Clashing in nature maiming each other
until deliverance


Sunday, February 05, 2006


I breathe the midnight wind from the West,
wanting the odor of Lake Superior to fill my nostrils.
I can not sleep for tonight I miss my children,
tonight I miss my home.

I try to think of words that will capture the loneliness I am feeling.
The day half spent, I sit for a while in solitude thinking about what I have done.
At what cost do I have happiness?

Tonight is just one of many nights
I lie awake and contemplate what I have done.
The pain and tears my leaving caused.
Conscience- stricken guilt- ridden,
how will I ever sleep peacefully again?

The same sorrow, the same headache haunts
me in the night as I anguish over leaving my children behind...
I breathe the midnight wind from the West,
wanting the odor of home, my home to fill my nostrils and
give me serenity so that I may sleep soundly once again.

To the midnight wind of the West I offer a prayer of love
and understanding, a prayer to forgive me; their Mother
for being human; carry this prayer West wind to the hearts of my children.
May they feel my love deeply.


Saturday, February 04, 2006

Cloths of Heaven

"He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven"

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

W. B. Yeats