A Voice in the Crowd.My life, My History.

A Lock Of Hair Time is motionless, my nostalgia has aroused. looking out the window, raindrops pouring out. tears of resentment, set in within my soul. for in my hand I hold a box, your memory is whole. here I have a keepsake, endearing to the touch. all I can adorn I loved you very much. but since... Sign in to see full entry.

I have seen True Love, through the experience of others. I have felt true love, through the wrenching feelings of my gut. Through the daydreams of feeling, like the world is beautiful to create someone, I deemed unique,and awesome.High in the sky feeling!!! of being alive, to the dispair of wanting... Sign in to see full entry.

Here is a piece of land that opens different senses, and emotions of all kind. No one wants to own it, or call it home. There are not many visitors, even though many live here. When they do visit, the guests are very strange, with their silence, some often find themselves in tears. They get... Sign in to see full entry.

The nursing home setting I know it all too well. I have worked in them for five years. One thing I'm burned out on as an employee, is the fact that we are understaffed, under payed, and that it has been an over all businees appeal to it than personal. I have been to a nursing home where they had a... Sign in to see full entry.

Here it goes, my idea will anger a lot of minds, who feel they all have a right to this land we call home. But the truth is, it's just politics. It's just another way to descriminate against minorities, And other people who are the underdogs of injustice in their place,by both forms of government.... Sign in to see full entry.

There are those who believe that they guide their own fate, others say it's providence. I happen to believe it's a little of both, because there are things we can control, there are other things we can't. Life is a roulette sometimes we are dealt with a good hand, other times we are born to lose,... Sign in to see full entry.

The War At Hand….. The war at hand, The fight for peace in every man. Or is it for power, And not for the land… At a high cost, For every stand. Tears of a mother… or child Weeping the loss of a lover or father Or maybe a son or… a brother Many people die at the hands…of each other Shedding blood of... Sign in to see full entry.

Every aspect of our lives, we can't explain, who we are as a human race. Why we live. The mind it's self, is too complex to comprehend. There are things we just can't derive or know enough about,physics, elements, and other events. The only explanation we come up is miracles. faith at its very best.... Sign in to see full entry.

How can you tell Dedicated to my friend...Rick Lee Newberry How can you tell when you love someone, But to look deep into your heart, And love what they stand for. How do you know if it's meant for you, But when God gives you the wisdom, to feeling so right. How do you know it's not just a thought,... Sign in to see full entry.

Have you ever felt you had a good story to write about? And, when you get to the Key board, you can't even type one letter,or know where to begin. This has brought me to the point of having a small tape recorder, to remind me of ideas. I forget a pad, or a pen. The worst thing is when I'm driving,... Sign in to see full entry.