Tides of Change

Along my shoreline, the tides of time rush towards me.
I cannot breathe in salt air that directs my soul to sing
a song of hope, a song of love...a cry of sorrow.
There is a heart somewhere, in the flight of pelicans,
drifting over the foamy caps of waves; the whisper of hope.
I lift a conch shell to my hear, praying that my muse will
sing to me the sky electric in hues of pink, blue and sonnets.
There is no sound but the white noise of lost words.
Within the waters of my veins, the salt and blood of me,
are wisps of phrases caught in the nets of yesterday.
To free them, I shall climb on the rocks of today,
letting my hair become a mass of seaweed and foam.
The songs of sirens will awaken the muse that longs to sing
within crashing waves the promise of tomorrow.

Another Bit of Truth

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to. You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds. You believe that people see you for how you are, not how you look. But deep down, you know that's not exactly true. Your near future is calm, relaxing, and pretty much what you want. And it's something you've been anticipating for a while now. For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.

Inside the Room of Your Soul

You Communicate With Your Eyes

When you say, "I'll believe it when I see it" - you really mean it. For you, what you see is a lot more important than what you hear. You don't take someone's words at face value. You judge people by their facial expressions, body language, and appearance. You tend to be quiet, but when you talk, you tend to make eye contact and describe things in colorful detail.

How Do You Communicate?

(This is basically true... it's funny how some of these quizes nail ya.)

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Temptation

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Empty

Once I was empty
like an earthen vase,
tormented by echoes
from dying flowers...

then you arrived
with the thunder of June
burning me with ruby fire,
reminding me that I'm alive.

06-06-06...(twilight zone music playing)

First thing Dad said to me today was "Today is 666." It's not. And so what...it doesn't mean anything. At least not to me.

Things have been busy as usual. School ends June 9 but I'll still be a little busy until after Father's day. Hopefully I'll manage to stay ahead of work and have time to blog and email like I used too.

Funny how easy it is to get out of a habit. I don't think about blogging until I'm getting ready for bed and I think :"Oh Gee, I forgot to blog today."

Maybe June will be a new day in blogging...at least for me. So I'll say hi to everyone and promise (fingers crossed) to blog a longer version soon.