My Humble Opinion and Other Works

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Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Your Truths Your piercing truths don’t pain as lies. I welcome oft their pleading cries when bid they speak though beckoned not, sweet truth proclaims amongst our plot. And when I hear that voice, I nod, for shedding skins of sins to trod upon true earth and not on men or children sweet who’ve never been cold soured by the sum of lies that scale the cliffs and climb the skies against good truth, against pure youth, against whom love dignifies. William R. Lins and Norma Lins, of Austin, Texas,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 4, 2006

All Things to Me I’ve summed up all my life in his sweet face, and find my loves full present in his warm embrace. He now becomes all things to me, all memories here and history. He shines, my King, eternal Ring of living fire’s soul’s desires at the finish of this suffering race. And when I fail to there transcend, I grasp no prize, dread thought to end, where lost his face I cannot trace my life nor love nor sweet embrace. Or if I please this wondrous man, his gleaming eyes do form Earth’s... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 3, 2006

A Temporary Home is No "Ten"

Did you ever stop to think about the fact that the President and his family only get to enjoy the "Castle" for four to eight years? After that, it's the old axe. Ouch. That's not a "Ten" people. A "Ten" is the best. The best is born with ten fingers and ten toes. A ten is a ten. And the best place to live doesn't get ripped out from under your feet by an angry mob of voters, no matter what you did while you were there. Sure, they, the people, love to think of a reason that their guy gets the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Entombed "Where is my brother? Where is my brother? Where is my brother?!” she called to the crowd, the faces of strangers, all stranger than stranger, all milling about in a silence loud. Her answer, no answer; I stare unshunned. I stare not yet kowing our souls had been gunned. And silence and milling, the strange scent of killing, together, we wondered, we all in the room. Together we waited by Purgator’s Tomb. ”Where is my brother? I’m beautiful. Beautiful. Where is my brother?" the truth... Sign in to see full entry.

The Wall He stood upon a stranger’s wall, the name close his, and great the fall. I feared the height; I knew the might, descending ne’er again to blight that hideaway of one too fine, too great that he could say, ”She’s mine.” He trespassed, took, that holy fame, and therefore took it his own name. 1 Your Full Name 2 Contact Address 3 Telephone Number. Endeavour to include your MOBILE number. 4 Present Occupation And Position Held 5 Country 6 Your Bank Name 7 Do You Have A Credit Card(Not... Sign in to see full entry.

Never try to fix up your children. You may be fixing them down. Parents may not always be aware when they have an overly obedient child. Such a child is accustomed to following the decisions of the older family members in all things. Therefore, while a parent may see in a boy potential husband material and seeming happiness for their loved one, the child may feel entirely unappreciated by the parent’s choice in matchmaking. Such subtleties in romance are key to their success, thereby making love... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

What is SoloWriter's Problem

The problem is simply that I am working on two books concurrently. When I am uninspired in the one work, I pick up ideas for the other, and for this reason, my web readers may think at times that I am both single minded in my writing and incongruous regarding subject matter. I am making bold new strides in the area of comprehensible literature, keeping both the topic and language nearer a conversational tone, rather than to attempt stunning and baffling my knowledge hungry audience with... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

The Leaves

This morning as I lounged quite late in bed, the maple leaves were laughing outside o'er my head. One had the nose and gossip face of some old hag; another with a jester's cap was nodding to the silly nag. So happy were the leaves in their lifelong known way, I couldn't help but think that they must leave some day, and soon that day approaches with December's wind, and soon the laughing ceases; they'll be cut off then. How sad, I thought, to be a leaf, when every year, once quickly that old wind... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

“If you're the dog, God is holding your leash. If you're the bird, God is filling your feeder. If you're the lamb, God is the one fleecing you every year.” I never did understand who that Jesus person was, but I believed in God, especially since we sang in the choir twice on Sundays, robed in the balcony of a lovely Lutheran church. I think the church and the music are truly wonderful, but the whole thing turned out to be a sham. Mom was getting religious against the righteousness of putting her... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Her Beggar A lover took a handsome beggar in to love. And never does she think she'll get a better beggar from above. A beggar has he always been. A beggar was he way back when. And theiving she expects now and then, as well as any dove. She holds her tongue whene'er she thinks a word of hate. She knows that with a beggar, it could be too late ~ to give an ounce of love, to hold him o'er the clouds above, as more important of all life than any other form of strife; she has no other sustenance... Sign in to see full entry.

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