Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Morning Fiddlings

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Winter, the end to everything,
a wasteland for my dreams,
a beginning to my sorrow and
the quiet sleep of life underneath.
Nothing breathes unless it is dead
and even then, it's a foul smell
of haunting respite, lingering
time that is not time nor forgotten.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Where I Been

T-shirts are on the way. I'm excited about that. Heading to Big Stone for the weekend only to return to the mini-series meeting we're having sunday night. All good things...must come to an end. LOL, just thinking about a star trek episode that jumped through three different time periods in jean-luc's life. And how he says, "our future is not written in stone. we can change it." I love that b/c even after seeing what is was he didn't let that discourage him, he just said, well we'll change it. It was only a possibility.

Here's a little ditty from something I'm working on:

He talked poison in his mouth.
He walked lazy in his step.
He loved hating in his heart.
He made crazy the world.
'Why do you keep his company?'
'Cause I'm believing I'll never be like him.'

Anyway, I guess you'd have to see where it's used and for now, that's a secret. ;)