http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/This is my brain NOT on drugs (OK… maybe a few sedatives at night to shut me down). Sometimes it’s the beauty of nature that inspires me or my never ending spiritual curiosity. And on other occasions it could be an empty coffee cup that triggers a thought. I never know what’s going to spill out onto the page and that’s what keeps me writing. Might as well write it down and make room for more thoughts. Thanks for coming by for a read! It’s your visits that make it all worth while. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/618863absolute prerequisite." Marlon Brando Mystique I wish it so that questions not be asked of me or that I might remain mysterious; an enigma where innocence is kept and my thoughts are harboured from the pry and creep of meaningless curiosity Some days I wish for complete anonymity immunity from...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/618721Flirt She drenches herself in the dialog of the evening which of course will be in perfect taste and will include careful queries and subtle sexual overtures dispensing graciously both at once She will spin her version of history; the one you will believe the one she knows you’ll hear all the...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/618614Duality Nothing in the world is singular Just as rivers have their ocean and the winds play with clouds Just as moonbeams cast their light on earth or stars light up the sky so are our lives an endless series of pairings We are both garden and gardener brother and son mother and daughter We...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/618464Antidote In a pinch there’s a hint of sweetness in each grain of salt And when in a grind the pepper peals the bitter from our tongues Were it not for spice and savory those blurred or biting moments might be difficult to swallowhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/618334~ William Shakespeare Stage Curtain calls day in and day out dredging up those little parts of us that require both polish and some dusting off Centre stage awaiting as we cautiously place our naked toes upon a morning broken and sounding calling and resounding The spotlight warms up casting its...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/618195Moonlit Beneath the starlit, brittle moon there lays a hero rising Each evening wish or song re-sung a hope so mesmerizing Though laden we may sometimes feel the winds of change are blowing And even when it hides by day the moon is ever glowing I make greeting cards and this is one I made...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/618056Muse They harass and bait me these insecurities embedded They torment and curse and howl in the night They transform me into knife or sickle slicing through those memories that bite or swallow me whole Yet still I am myself in spite of spite or dreadful dredging My heart still beats in hopeful...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/617907~ George Bernard Shaw Posted Stamped and mailed there is no difference between me and a secret letter sent across the miles far as the eye can’t see I am a greeting card you won’t forget a spill of thoughts that you can neither escape nor evade I am a string of paragraphs long and enduring or...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/617774through the intellect. ” ~ G.K. Chesterton Promises I bask beneath your starlit eyes and swing from all your bewitching lines and ropes Into your smile I dream the dreams and drink your sweetly scented air And though the setting sun may shed a melancholy brilliance upon the day now ending there...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/617657Release When I wrestle with my grisly fears and strange thoughts make my blood run cold or when sweat trickles down my cheek even on a brittle, chilly morning I have no choice but to choose such verbs as conquer defend arise When I can hear both the sizzle of my thinking and the creek of the...