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Saturday, September 13, 2008

Like most women love was always more important...

It is qui8te natural to reflect on what we have and haven't. Through out my lifek, when love bade me welcome, my heart always drew back...in fear. I'm much like everyone else. I've been in love and I've lost love.dd Although it sounds a bit cliche, I am a firm believer that "it is better to have... Sign in to see full entry.

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Like most women love was always more important...

When love bade me welcome my heart always drew back...in fear, When I was a child, it was my mom I loved the best, When I was a teenager, I began questioning, was I worthy to befriend? As a young single mother, I wondered if I was worthy of another love? Now in the winter of my years, snug under my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 8, 2008

rriage is a partnership, a contract...to avoid confusion...

Marriage is a partnership, a contract...to avoid confusion... that could derail our relationships, a marriage begins with vows we must both take seriously, we must not blame...or get lost in anger and resentment... we must not force our opinions on others, we need to nourish and foster trust in each... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Alcoholic...

Rotted gutting, pickled lips and Blood shot eyes, violent limbs In the middle of sleep Protruding wormholes where the liver and heart should be Fading in and, a stranger A lover, a stranger, again Coal black days for his enabler, His breathing labored after Kissing me, him licking his lips loving... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 5, 2008

Madonna and Baby Jesus...the supreme subject...

Some call her Mary, others call Madonna, or the mother of Jesus, she was frail, gentle and absolute, little Jesus was her first work of art, the toddler probably wondered why some crawled and became twisted like broken branches when in his presence, he smiled at them and their limbs grew strong, he... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Blossoms praying while they fall...

there's nothing as sweet as falling for a little girl in her gardenous world, she loves the sight of us sprawling all over the lawn, pink, white and yellow, some of us pierced through the heart by a stem so green, and eventually set free by the wind, to take the ride of our lives, we don't have much... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

My inner poet and I...we write poetry, take pictures and dream a lot...

If I had to describe my inner poet, I'd say he looks at the world... a little eschewed, but lives patiently in me, giving me fragrant hope where there was none. He inspired me to write although it never occurred to me I could write. Surprisingly, the more I wrote, the more I had to say. An author... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 22, 2008

I open the windows and tear the dirty plastic away, I let the sun in...

Each summer is like a rebirth for my soul, a new book to write, a new movie to enjoy. Soon my poems will blossom while birds outside my window are singing hysterically from their meal time choices, I'll watch the trees change from bare to springy, the color of dirt to the color of green right before... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 18, 2008

I am a 11:11 angel, ...I pray to be this celestial artisan...

Uplifted by Angels... that my soul be sprinkled with passionate thoughts of God's love, when I'm tired, let their angelic wings fan me with healing energetic breezes, let them light my eyes with the lamps from God so I can see what is right or wrong, bless me with "celestial" knowing, wit, wryness,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 15, 2008

This blogger needs to apologize...for not commenting more...

I've been very busy with my new book finally in print. Please check out my Media Release and websight: http://www.wingedforarttherapy.com/ and http://www.joycewhiteart/. Click on the left to Buy Book or get acquainted with my Slideshow of my artwork. If you have AOL, you can access my Slideshow... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Passage of time. Down here on the third rock from the Sun, self-expression is our genius and we must not be talked out of it.I enjoy using pictures and writing to speak for me. I especially enjoy letting others revisit their own lives when reading mine and looking at my photo's.

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