Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, December 03, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Big dum dummy head me
I forgot the password to this blog...and the log in name after I was forced to change it to a gmail ID.
But I want to thank the person who tried to log in for me, because blogger sent me the login info and I am so happy.
Thank you ...thank you.
I haven't been writing much due to life keeping me bound in silken chains,
but I will post some here now that I know how to get in the door.
Key in hand,
she turns locks
to other souls.
But I want to thank the person who tried to log in for me, because blogger sent me the login info and I am so happy.
Thank you ...thank you.
I haven't been writing much due to life keeping me bound in silken chains,
but I will post some here now that I know how to get in the door.
Key in hand,
she turns locks
to other souls.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Little Bird
Little Bird, you fly by my ears--song of honey;
your wings parting the sun's rays.
You built your nest in the corners of my soul,
the edges tattered and stained by sap.
But there is no fruit from our union.
Bitter dregs of tea and birdseed detest youth.
Silence cuts me and you bleed song,
Feathers tainted red with ink.
Night knows only dimming moonlight,
stars fading into the ridges of heaven.
Little bird, your flight to love fell short,
but the wind carried your love song
to the depth of my soul, yet I pretend
that deafness and stone silence it.
You fly away from me, songs of mourning;
your wings blotting out the sun's rays.
your wings parting the sun's rays.
You built your nest in the corners of my soul,
the edges tattered and stained by sap.
But there is no fruit from our union.
Bitter dregs of tea and birdseed detest youth.
Silence cuts me and you bleed song,
Feathers tainted red with ink.
Night knows only dimming moonlight,
stars fading into the ridges of heaven.
Little bird, your flight to love fell short,
but the wind carried your love song
to the depth of my soul, yet I pretend
that deafness and stone silence it.
You fly away from me, songs of mourning;
your wings blotting out the sun's rays.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
You Are a Christmas Sweater! |
Over the top, colorful, and totally flashy. You're not afraid to be a little tacky. |
Your Christmas Song Is |
All I Want for Christmas Is You I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true... All I want for Christmas is You You only want one thing for Christmas Love from one special person - and you've got it! |
Friday, December 15, 2006
Your Rising Sign is Taurus |
You are the ultimate rock - stable and centered. People turn to you in crisis and count on you for calm. Stubborn and strong minded, you can't be pushed around. You are also tenacious, and you always will stick with something difficult. A bit fan of nature, you're attracted to the beauty of the outdoors. And sometimes, you find it easier to relate to animals than people. |
You Are the Furthest Thing From Grinch |
You love and live for the holidays. You even love the Grinch! You're in the holiday spirit year round... because you're all about celebrating and giving. |
Your Holiday Personality is Caring |
You like to reach out to people all year long, but you're especially giving during the holidays. Make those you love homemade presents (like cookies or scarves). Call someone who might be feeling a little down. Give to your favorite charity. |
For the twelve days of Christmas, your true love will send you: |
Twelve babies drumming Eleven candycanes a-sticking Ten gymnasts a-leaping Nine ladies baking cookies Eight goats a-milking Seven eggnogs a-intoxicating Six puppies a-barking Five golden coins Four calling telemarketers Three French burlesque dancers Two bottles of whiskey And a chimp in a peach tree |