Can’t keep this up, we’re all getting sick. Sick and tired of the bullsh*t. Guns don’t kill people, people kill people… WHAT! If people didn’t have the guns to use to kill others we wouldn’t have these problems. Now, thanks to guns being available to just about anyone, there are families who are missing something this holiday season. Missing out on the unconditional love from their children. Missing the joy on those faces as they open up Santa’s gifts. Missing a piece of their hearts. Missing a piece of their souls. Something they created. Something they loved from deep within. There is no gun that can get that back for them.
As long as there are guns, there will be violence. Whether it be protecting your homes, schools or freedoms people will die. Guns are for cowards. We shouldn’t have these kinds of problems in our society today. This isn’t the Wild Wild West so put the cowboys and Indians games to rest.
Hold on to your loved ones a little tighter this year. Tell them you love them. Share peace and love because it is infectious. If we love each other the right way we can all live together in peace.
I had my palm read and it said… what lies in your future is already in your head, you just don’t know it yet. You’ve gotten everything you’ve been searching for, look around you and you’ll see it. You’ll get your palm trees, beach hut and board. You’ll live in the sun with the sand and the ocean, but you’ve got to earn it. If you still want it when the time comes then it will be yours. Stay patient, stay focused and live for today. Your tomorrows will show up at your door when you least expect them to.
Follow the trends. Read the new best sellers. Listen to what the radio tells you to. Watch American Idol. Buy the latest iPhone. Go to the mall. Pay for over priced movies. Wear skinny jeans, with black framed glasses, a flannel and a floppy knit hat. Stay at a resort on your vacation to Jamaica, sit by the pool with a drink, eat at the buffet and don’t step foot into a culture you’ve never seen before. Furnish your home at IKEA couches, beds, lamps, rugs, chairs, shelves, mirrors, plants, cutlery… don’t forget to have some Swedish meatballs in the cafeteria. Grab a Dunkin Donuts coffee on your way to Walmart and when you’re exhausted and hungry after all of the bargain shopping you did head over to T.G.I. Fridays for some home cookin’. Or… don’t.
When you walk through a storm hold your head up high and don’t be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm is a golden sky and the sweet silver song of the lark. Walk on through the wind. Walk on through the rain. Tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone. You’ll never ever walk alone. Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone. You’ll never ever walk alone.
You’ll Never Walk Alone ~ R. Rogers/O. Hammerstein II
I only see yo——-> in shades of gray. The memo——–> all seem so far away. You had be——-> for quite a while. With that w—–> with that smile. A certain ——-> in your eyes. A certain ——-> in your stare. You gave it ——-> across the room. You gave ——->hen you flipped your hair. ——-> time could be put into reverse. ——-> there ——-> time to rehearse, ——-> it all ——-> out the same? ——->ou ——-> my face and no——-> The love w——->h care? Were ——->red with yo——->nough? The ——->een part of ——->ust have been ——->u’ve se——-> of my life. ——-> for t——->. ——-> it ever really mean to be? There’s always going to be something new or something better suited for you. Well wishes as you head ———->
Who is that I hear inside my head? Is it the lives I have lived in the past? Who is that telling me to stop and think? To slow down. To keep calm. Who is that presence I feel? Guiding me. Holding my hand. Walking by my side. Who is that that visits my dreams? Telling me that everything will be fine. Don’t worry. Don’t waste your time. Who are you? Were you me before I was me? Have you… I been here before?
Palms get sweaty in the grip of cold hands. She is so damn fine. His throat breathes hot fire and he wants to say something, but his words will feel as dry as his mouth does. Why did it have to be today? Please… don’t walk my way. Every step is a reminder of every wound of every time she stabbed his back. But she is so damn fine. Her voice in the dark was more powerful than her face in the light of day. Why did it have to be today? Please… don’t walk my way. Please. Reminders of love whispered at the back of his ear. Closed eyes take him to those moments like a time machine. Opened them… and she was gone. Was she ever there? Please… please come back my way.
A simple hi and a smile just walked on by. He fell in love for the eleventh time, that day. But she was, is, the one. People watching in the city can give you a sore neck. Sore eyes. A sore heart. He saw their whole life together flash before his eyes by the time she got to the end of the block. Then like life, she was gone. If he only… What if he… But she might have… There might not ever be another chance. Go, the worst that can happen is… nothing. Doing nothing is the worst that could happen. A simple hi, could change the rest of your life.
Burn bright in this world, because you don’t know if there will be another one to shine in. Burn brighter than you did yesterday, because your tomorrows aren’t guaranteed. Burn brighter than you ever thought possible, because you can make the impossible… possible. Burn bight, burn bright… burn… brighter…
They say new life makes losing life easier to understand. I like to think that new life is a continuation of a previous one. I feel like the second a person passes on that they are being born again somewhere else in the world. The white light at the end of life is the white light we see in the start of a new one. Maybe that’s why we don’t know much about dying or remember being born. Maybe that’s why we make certain connections with people. They are someone we knew before, but we just don’t know where or when we knew them. So yeah, maybe new life does make losing life easier to understand. Or maybe it just makes it even more confusing…
Shine on brightness of days to come. You are the sun on the new horizon of my life. Thoughts of me evaporate into thoughts of you. New reasons to exist light my passion. Feelings taken over by feelings in a continuous loop. Your face in my dreams is beautiful. Your heart in my hands is to love. Your soul on this earth is to die for.
What will you look like? Who will you be? Will you stay close or fall far from the tree? I’m sure you’ll have blue eyes, but what will they see? Will you be a writer or an artist like me? Will you dance in the sun? Will you surf in the waves? Will you listen to nature and all that it says? Will you love the music that I listen to? Will the words that you hear influence you? Will you want to go travel and see different worlds? What will you be like my baby girl? My dreams for you are really dreams for me. I know that you’ll be who you’re gonna be. I won’t get my hopes up that you’ll be like me. But I hope that the apple stays close to the tree.
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Tears of happiness, love, joy. I cry for you, for life. Tears of pain, sorrow, fear. I cry for you, for life. When the positive vibes get me. I cry for the world, for life. When the negativity surrounds. I cry for the world, for life. Don’t worry it will all be okay. Don’t worry it will all make sense. When I cry…
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Gaze upon me now
A desperate soul for all time
Bound forever to this barren land… desolate
My spirit has been pierced
So crucify if you must
But just recall it’s in your creed
Not to judge
Crucify me, I am the pierced spirit
Crucify me, for I know that you must
You must ~The Pierced Spirit, Iced Earth
If you change yourself you will change your world. If you change how you think then you will change how you feel and what actions you take. And so the world around you will change. Not only because you are now viewing your environment through new lenses of thoughts and emotions but also because the change within can allow you to take action in ways you wouldn’t have – or maybe even have thought about – while stuck in your old thought patterns. ~Gandhi