As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Wednesday, August 7, 2013. Ssh quiet whispers between filtered lights. Now all hidden in the mind. And forget this secret life. All a lie a secret grows. This is like life and death secrets. That one out of a million gets to have it. Rare but not that rare. You grow with a secret.

Most of my writings will be true-life experiences. The small, fragile jewelry box. Sewn in a delicate tapestry. Earrings, three tiers of. A love story, a gripping story,. A loss story and one. Flat, matte images of lives. In life and with each other.

Mind wanders into the hollow escapades of the past. As words stumble, crumble, splattering in figments onto the parchment. Scattered, scrambling together to form a coherent set of lines. Freeze paned, lead hovers ready to cross, scratch out. Pink embraces paper as the words scream out before they vanish, like they never lived. A sense of calm fills the air as gray slowly dances across the white horizon. Mdash; Leave a comment.

Laura Lynn enter into my world. Tuesday, October 11, 2016. Monday, November 16, 2015. Thursday, May 29, 2014. A goodnight to the Day. Sunday, May 11, 2014. Monday, April 14, 2014. Today I am not well,. For I know what you mean. As I drive this morn. I can no longer stand,. Thursday, March 13, 2014. A plateplunged tothe floorshattering intopieces fr.

Monday, 25 April 2011. I do not share your dreams. I am inside my head. I see your easy little dreams. But I love to live. Wednesday, 13 April 2011. Why I am Not A Painter. I am not a painter, I am a poet. Is he getting bald? .

My Rays of Light 30 Day Devotional. My Rays of Light Radio with LM Young. A newly developed way to shine light on social issues in our ever changing world. Thanks for dropping by myraysoflight! Take a look around and grab the RSS feed. See you around! My Rays of Light Radio. Mdash; Leave a comment. We can teach our children. Is to Know Their Own Worth. We advise our children to be good.

She opened a sleepy, bleary eye. And peered at the clock so near. And saw the darkened, overcast sky. And a thought became quite clear. She would call in sick and stay in bed. And sleep for the whole day long. Nothing would move her, nothing, she said. In her bed she did belong. She dreamed of a creature with three toes. Upon awakening off she ran.

Divine desperateness is the beginning of spiritual awakening because it gives rise to the aspiration for God-realisation. Friday, 18 January 2013. Janelle on the left Marcia on the right. First and foremost I wish all my followers and friends a wonderful 2013, and may all your dreams. Frequent dietary changes, sloppy foods, nights and days spent on the toilet. I have managed to come to twitter on a few occasions, however my st.