this place -- unknown to all but me -- has become my refuge.. at last, i have discovered a tiny spot out in the open -- i love open spaces -- where no one can see me.
it is beautiful here while i watch people walk to and fro past me; yet, i am unseen.
i yammer giddily at them, but they are completely oblivious to my presence, my antics, my mock plaints.. i laugh, but they do not laugh with me because they do not see the joke.
I am Nancy Drew who writes crazy little rhymes
I am an X JW who left because it wasn't the right answer
I am a curious traveler of unusual ideas fearless burning bridges behind me
I like cats, beaches, marcona almonds and sunrises with coffee
But I'm hiding here in cyberspace free to be whatever and say whatever and tickle my curiosity about other humans.
The rhymer addict
strangely, a cool sense of tranquility washes over me as i come out of my reverie, my black reminiscence.
i look out my window to the street below.. the vision of youthful ideals embodied in vaporous blur upon the pavement has evaporated.
gone for the moment but sure to return as an untold want, a wish for explanation: why did it all go so terribly wrong?
Benny woke up in his bed glad to find he wasn't dead
He used to laugh he used to play the sun was shining everyday
His legs would run free on the beach and life smelled like a ripened peach
But now his body feels like schlock he goes to bed at nine o clock
Oh cursed spite, oh cursed spite there is no way to set it right
greetings, friends:.
today, i saw an old friend in town, and, after we got caught up and finally said our goodbyes, she asked me to pray for her.
family problems were eating her up.. how have you responded if and when you were asked this?
I believe in being as compassionate as I can be without compromising what I think is true. I don't pray it feels like begging a ruthless king not to kill you or torture your family and friends. However, I show my concern and offer my hopes for everything to turn out well. A lot of times you just can't make it right.
why these war-beasts have kept me on i haven't a clue.
perhaps my ruddy complexion is a reminder of the basic hue of a home deserted yet scarcely forgotten.. .
i cannot by any stretch of the imagination -- and there's been a great deal of such "stretching" lately -- attribute to these coarse and loathsome creatures any delicate sentiment characteristic of our gentler race.
The scorpions took us for a ride gently on their leathery hide
But somewhere on the road we knew their promises weren't coming true
Their stingers poised to stop our flight we ran for cover in the night
And even now we hear their song although it's been so very long
like the night before, and so many others too numerous to count, i am awake.
widely and wildly.. stumbling to my crowded desk, i sit like a spineless lump upon my ladder back and settle in for the duration.
i light a new candle, earlier fitted into a brass holder, and, by fits and starts, i commence putting pencil to paper.
I recently watched an interesting documentary about the artist Johannes Vermeer and the possibility that he painted using optical devices. The title was "Tim's Vermeer". Check it out.
an ever revealing awareness possesses me:never again shall the cool, comforting reposeof sleep calm my worried brow.
i pace my litter-strewn floor, i walk the shadowed lane below, yet.
that ardent promise of darkened reverie become sweetslumber is as certain as the sun shall not set and the moon.
Wake up you sleepy head get up get put of bed
glad it isn't the 1200's...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbtad2c08xu3-25-89 to 9-10-15.. today is my two year shuniversary since they executed me for apostasy..
Happy Shuniversary
May you have a successful future and lot's of fun
the lady of the sycamores ( by terry walstrom).
the monday she arrived hit local folks just like a bomb.
not since widow wilson ran away with reverend tom has gossip traveled quite as fast and twice as far in townand then the party started with the word she was around.
THE MAN OF THE MONKEY PUZZLE TREE
The man of the monkey puzzle tree was handsome, brave and five foot three
Everyday he'd walk his dog a pug that looked like a paunchy hog
One Sunday evening in the park little Poochini began to bark
Out of the bushes and across the lawn ran something that looked like a leprechaun
The duo took off in hot pursuit and cornered a monkey in a sailor suit
So if you wonder how that little guy got free
Just ask the man of the monkey puzzle tree
Look at this from a different standpoint it's your life not your parents. Children are often very different from their parents and I think it is very selfish of parents to try to control or threaten them. You need to go out and have your life with or without them pay your own way make your own path. If they have the right heart you'll reconcile one day if not don't blame yourself. Find what makes you feel right and complete don't let them enslave you.
An interesting question because if you are df'd for sex, drugs, thievery etc you are weak and maybe will change however, if you question whether the governing body is the channel of the creator of the universe it's another story. You will be considered the enemy if you can't get behind the idea of fire breathing angels killing 7 billions humans at Armageddon. You are expected to approve of everything the GB says as if it comes from god and accept that it is your fault not god's if all those people have to die. Remember the time you laughed and drank coffee when you were supposed to be out knocking on doors. So yes if you are df'd for "APOSTASY" you will be considered an enemy of god and those angels will come for you.
