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| ... I know there is so much dispare, and agony, in the world. I am aware of the horrendous problems so many people experience each day. Problems of cholera in Haiti, and bodies still buried under collapsed structures, homes, buildings, businesses, all rubble a year later. People who live in heart-wrenching misery, severe loneliness, .intense poverty - there is a boom on the birth of children, the reason for which is because of sexual assault, and rape. Haiti is one example of the cruel injustices in and of the world. When I draw my attention from my brothers and sisters who are battling each day for life and bread, and caring for their children, I see the true gift I have been given as the man I am here in Canada. I think back a way's in Sheashire I talked a little concerning our individual responsibilities, and those to the group. Again I think there is a balance to it all, and one's convictions move the balance for us. |
| ... That's the word we're looking for - regeneration baby! I almost said it with a lyrical song kind of way. It was so wonderfully relaxing to see the understanding on so many faces. Then there where those who looked blank and absent like they just missed the last train to San Antonio. No worry needed, space always opens up, and the train will be back to make the same run before you know it. Train? What are you talking about? |
| ... A heart inflamed in what we did, Who we were, and what we lived. Passion graced with love's shy eyes, Kiss so gently, stir's to life. |
| ... Cost To pay the price handsomely. One day will bring my end. I cursed, and screamed, And cried to myself, for not. I lost all that had true meaning; Given to guide me through the course. I cared not of what was to come, Only passion-ed what I could touch. Those moments captured me for ransom. I refused the demanded cost. Day's past now, laid one upon and next, Have grown so dark, and dreary. Now the rumbling train hammers each moment down Upon the few houses, and barn, I call a town. Roaring through with whistle blaring, Sparks firing, as the grinding metal rolls along. A damaged frame, and damaged brain, keep tallying the cost. Many tears have fallen for not paying that paltry sum. |
| ... I find it many times very hard to appreciate the blessings and good fortune in my own life. There are so many items that demand attention that are dismal and have a very depressing air about them. So it's not hard I guess, but demanding of attention, and time that is much more occupied with matters at hand. Through my own awareness of that process, in good hope I will see and appreciate the blessings that have been so graciously given me. |
| ... "There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in it's hands." "You seek problems because you need their gifts." Richard Bach - ILLUSIONS |
| ... From Bill Rowe's book - Danny Williams, War With Ottawa Many funny lines, but this one I found very funny from Stuart Mills who Bill quoted in the book. "Conservatives are not necessarily stupid, but most stupid people are conservative." Stuart Mills (British philosopher 1806-1873) |
| ... Sitting in worry, one concern then the next; No resolution to format, just running the text. The blindfold is locked, absent the key, I've lost who I am, I've lost why to be. In the ravaging cruelness of time, Blind to all effort, stagnant the rhyme. Forfeited the love, once thought was mine, To unworthy foulness I weep to find. Gut wrenching heartache calls in the morn, Before the day starts the blindfold secured. Regardless the ache, or pain in my head, I'll worry unfounded 'til the day that I'm dead. |
| ... I think about the ways and woos I think about those times that go. About the misery and the shame, About the childish selfish ways. I think of love and passion too The deepest wish to help with tears for you. All I ever mustered was nothing Not enough, to rob that evil robber From taking your lovely kind life and worth inset. |
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