Heaven, i need a hug. the shadows grow darker and the doubts grow, from qiet whispers in the dark to ever more insistent grumbling. i hear a throat cleared as though in preparation to utter a shout.
put your hand over my shoulder and say that this dark cloud will pass. cause my heart to be still.

sometimes we pay a price for the decisions and actions of others, sometimes we bear a burden for choices over which we had very little power. sometimes it just goes all wrong for no reason that we could comprehend or influence; this is life.

the marks on my back, and in my heart are the lessons learned from my journey; these scars are my campaign ribbons. you live, you learn. you learn, you apply, wisdom follows, and grows in the cycle of strife and triumph. this is life...

fly on the wall.... (wink)

what?

what do you think you know, is it what i think you do?
could it be that thing that i had wished that you did not?

what have you learned;
and how?
would you really understand?
and what will you do, if you do not comprehend it;
will it change the way you do your thing?

what do you know,
why will you not tell?
does it change the way we are?
is it as bad as i fear that it might be?

what do you know?

HM.

my birthday approaches. yay!!!

I am thankful for these years, and the blessings that they have held.

my Father, i rejoice in You.

Dosu

Happy Birthday man. 28!

God bless you old man.

it is so sad to find yourself in the very place where you tried all you could to avoid. you pay the price for your failure with the persistent aching in the very centre of your being...

i write for i cannot be silent,
i speak because the storms of my soul
are undeniable and immutable.

why should i be silent?
does the songbird whisper its tune into the wind?
does the wind pass quietly through the willow tree?
do the waves roll gently into the shore,
afraid that they might otherwise be heard?

perhaps thunder should tiptoe through stormy skies.

i sing as i breathe, free and easy,
i live as man does, in a world of contrasts
sorrounded by the things that move us, hold us,
exalt us, delight us, depress us;
cause hearts to sing in joyful verse
and weep with twists and turns.
this is life.

the voice is the window
through which the soul relieves
the pressures of living.
i am feeling, thus I must have words to say
and tales to tell,
for to be silent is to grow insane.
i speak because i live
i live because i speak

my heart speaks its truth in the motley collection of words that i write, and I cannot be silent, lest I implode...

june 1st, 2005