Jul
31st
Promises
By Depth Writer
Weeds higher than the Appalations
sprawled over beautiful mountain promises
and I hear that it is a sight to be part of...
Whispers soaring through the sky
carried by yesterdays feathered eagles
a mission to allow the universe to see...
I carry my heart through heaven and dale
its attire driven by my own passion
tears streaming down a cheek...
Prayers begun...
people swaying over tree tops
stripping faces who wear masks
I am waiting for the turmoil to settle down
swimming in the ocean seas, arms raised up
thanking him, the man up stairs for all he is...
Weeds whisper names,
Carrying prayers the same
Waiting for all that he is...
I will wait through every season
I do not need a call or a reason
chambers waiting, key in the palm
love the bait on the line, sleeping till dawn
by karen dewitt
sprawled over beautiful mountain promises
and I hear that it is a sight to be part of...
Whispers soaring through the sky
carried by yesterdays feathered eagles
a mission to allow the universe to see...
I carry my heart through heaven and dale
its attire driven by my own passion
tears streaming down a cheek...
Prayers begun...
people swaying over tree tops
stripping faces who wear masks
I am waiting for the turmoil to settle down
swimming in the ocean seas, arms raised up
thanking him, the man up stairs for all he is...
Weeds whisper names,
Carrying prayers the same
Waiting for all that he is...
I will wait through every season
I do not need a call or a reason
chambers waiting, key in the palm
love the bait on the line, sleeping till dawn
by karen dewitt
Jan
13th
Putting the buzz into the bizziness.
By Paolo Mateo
One of the promises I made this
new year -- I don't make resolutions -- was to wrassle my writing
and social sites, tie them together and squeeze them tightly
together until they sing in multi-part harmony. It really
doesn't matter how many places I replicate myself at if I don't
spend an appropriate amount of time maintaining each profile. I
don't know about you, but in my bubble of existence my profiles
and blogs do nothing for me if I don't push keys and transfer a
part of myself to the screen. And that is the point, after all,
whether Tweeting on Twitter or Blogging at Blogspot, the content
is all that matters and that content is about me. And you. And
all of us in our own unique way.
My computer technician and consulting career is both a boon and a bane. It fulfills an important part of who I am: the geek, the computer guru, the tinker and the teacher. The bane is that my on-call status and long, long hours of operation detract from what is also important to me: the desire to write. More importantly, the want to write as a professional. Can two demanding careers coincide, play nice with each other? I have always believed they can. But then, I had always believed I could change the world with my willpower alone - past tense, for now I am older, wiser and most certainly more cynical than I was as a young man.
I don't see the world anymore as wanting to change, let alone accept my help. I am content to make my bubble meaningful, expressive, interactive and depthful. If I can coerce others to join me, I will have met my goal as a writer. If I can maintain the control over my run-amuk life...if I can tame one career to allow space for the other...I can be the writer, too. Then, it will be up to the rest of the world whether my words can help, whether they can offer comfort or the simplest answer to the most complex issue. It happens that way, too. We all can't be heroes. We can be ourselves and attract the attention of a world in desperate need of individuals who are willing to stand on their merits.
The year is no different than any other before. Not for me. Sure, I have a fresh year to use or abuse, but it never was mine to call new. Time doesn't care what you and I label as the beginning or the end of its domain. So it really is about when one will start something new, decide enough is enough and move forward with change. That's why I don't make resolutions anymore. The year isn't the catalyst for action. My willingness to accept change is necessary and the desire to see change through will make the promises reality. I will take 2011 into my embrace and welcome its newness into my plans. But from here on out, the focus is where it should be: putting the buzz into the bizziness.
My computer technician and consulting career is both a boon and a bane. It fulfills an important part of who I am: the geek, the computer guru, the tinker and the teacher. The bane is that my on-call status and long, long hours of operation detract from what is also important to me: the desire to write. More importantly, the want to write as a professional. Can two demanding careers coincide, play nice with each other? I have always believed they can. But then, I had always believed I could change the world with my willpower alone - past tense, for now I am older, wiser and most certainly more cynical than I was as a young man.
I don't see the world anymore as wanting to change, let alone accept my help. I am content to make my bubble meaningful, expressive, interactive and depthful. If I can coerce others to join me, I will have met my goal as a writer. If I can maintain the control over my run-amuk life...if I can tame one career to allow space for the other...I can be the writer, too. Then, it will be up to the rest of the world whether my words can help, whether they can offer comfort or the simplest answer to the most complex issue. It happens that way, too. We all can't be heroes. We can be ourselves and attract the attention of a world in desperate need of individuals who are willing to stand on their merits.
The year is no different than any other before. Not for me. Sure, I have a fresh year to use or abuse, but it never was mine to call new. Time doesn't care what you and I label as the beginning or the end of its domain. So it really is about when one will start something new, decide enough is enough and move forward with change. That's why I don't make resolutions anymore. The year isn't the catalyst for action. My willingness to accept change is necessary and the desire to see change through will make the promises reality. I will take 2011 into my embrace and welcome its newness into my plans. But from here on out, the focus is where it should be: putting the buzz into the bizziness.
Jan
9th
A Winter's Rose by Teri LaFaye
By Teri LaFaye
While all was in a soft
repose
God gave to me
a winter's
rose.
A scent of fragrance
in the dew ...
I captured it
to give to
YOU
A Winter's Rose
by Teri LaFaye
January 09, 2011
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