/blog/sonu123456782/?pid=f110 Spirits of days gone by pass this on for meI need help to find my path perhaps my destinyOthers seem to know at birth what road to choseI saunter along the road so dazed and confusedWhispers from the Holy Ghost reside withinAm I deaf or am I blind just not hearing himTouches through the veil tickling my mindStill I walk along this road wasting precious timeHere’s a dollar homeless one I wish I had moreFeed the stray cats in my bushes and front doorSign pe tit ions left and right never eating meatStill all my intentions are very much incompleteI wish to hide within the woods wasting all timeLay upon the grass just watching clouds drift bySmelling of the fresh drawn rain dancing all aboutStill something is missing before my time runs out /blog/6043/post_63842.html?pid=f110&m= Most people are familiar with the saying "Nice guys finish last." But is there any truth to it? Can being nice actually set you back? It's a sad question to ask, but one that merits some exploration. Thu, 03 Mar 2011 21:14:58 -0800 /blog/6043/post_63842.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_62665.html?pid=f110&m= Folks say that knowing a person through his or her friends is a proven fact. Although not certainly tested, there must be some truth to this statement because the company which a person prefers usuall Sun, 28 Nov 2010 08:46:00 -0800 /blog/6043/post_62665.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_62573.html?pid=f110&m= "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all"- Helen Keller"I have spent my life stringing and unstringing my instrument, and the Song I came here to Sing remains Unsung."- Rabindranth TagoreW Fri, 19 Nov 2010 08:25:25 -0800 /blog/6043/post_62573.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_61786.html?pid=f110&m= Our dreams like a personal letter given to us each time we lay our beings to sleep, which has never been open or read before. Some might say it is our mind that is rearranging the visions in memory an Thu, 23 Sep 2010 10:05:15 -0800 /blog/6043/post_61786.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_61148.html?pid=f110&m= Many of us wake up each morning with a commitment to life.What is this commitment all about?Is it a commitment we naturally have/were born with?Is it a commitment borne out of the necessity to survive Mon, 09 Aug 2010 20:38:47 -0800 /blog/6043/post_61148.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_60954.html?pid=f110&m= I Like ChangeI consider myself an agent of change! I like change! I long for change! It is not because I am unhappy with where I am; rather it is because of the opportunities that change brings. To me Wed, 28 Jul 2010 21:59:12 -0800 /blog/6043/post_60954.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_60787.html?pid=f110&m= This is a phrase we have heard throughout life. An interpretation of this phrase is used to quality a person as an optimist or a pessimist. Does the person see life as more negative than positive thus Sun, 18 Jul 2010 09:33:41 -0800 /blog/6043/post_60787.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_60365.html?pid=f110&m= Bill Gates said: 'Life is not fair, get used to it.' He is right. Some of you might cringe hearing this, some of you might want to negotiate over this fact and others might simply use some fatalistic Wed, 23 Jun 2010 23:31:30 -0800 /blog/6043/post_60365.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_59800.html?pid=f110&m= Those living on the highest levels of life have learned to accept life on its own terms. There are some realities about life that we must accept. This is the key to living joyfully in communion with t Thu, 27 May 2010 10:00:39 -0800 /blog/6043/post_59800.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_59049.html?pid=f110&m= In the era of recyclable plastics, the policy of 'Use & Throw' has become an order of our psyche. We are just like thousands of plastic bags to be used by someone and dumped as soon as his or her moti Thu, 15 Apr 2010 10:28:19 -0800 /blog/6043/post_59049.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_58703.html?pid=f110&m= Some people seem to have their self-esteem completely dependent on whether they're in a relationship or not. Others just think they can't handle the world alone. For whatever reason, some people fall Fri, 26 Mar 2010 00:08:49 -0800 /blog/6043/post_58703.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_58548.html?pid=f110&m= Friendship vs love. Sounds like the battle of the century to some people. It can be very easy to confuse the two. I suppose, for the sake of clarity, that we should define what we mean by “love Wed, 17 Mar 2010 08:02:56 -0800 /blog/6043/post_58548.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_54687.html?pid=f110&m= You look so peaceful lying thereWith your hands folded upon your chest.You look like you are sleepingBut you are at eternal rest.So Long For Now.Not a hair out of place,Your make-up nicely done,A beau Thu, 23 Jul 2009 08:01:33 -0800 /blog/6043/post_54687.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_54508.html?pid=f110&m= I saw those blue butterflies flutteringAround my white daisiesand slowly with pin dropp care caughtthem with my net.I then ripped out their colors,dropping them naked on the wet groundburned their win Mon, 06 Jul 2009 08:14:09 -0800 /blog/6043/post_54508.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_54244.html?pid=f110&m= Everybody makes mistakesEverybody has those daysEverybody knows what whatI'm talking aboutEverybody get's that wayNobody's Perfect!I gotta work it!Again and again 'tilI get it rightNobody's Perfect!Yo Sun, 14 Jun 2009 23:32:04 -0800 /blog/6043/post_54244.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_54130.html?pid=f110&m= it may be misery not to sing at all,And to go silent through the brimming day;It may be misery never to be loved,But deeper griefs than these beset the way.To sing the perfect song,And by a half-tone Sun, 07 Jun 2009 05:14:50 -0800 /blog/6043/post_54130.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_53658.html?pid=f110&m= TWO crownèd Kings, and One that stood aloneWith no green weight of laurels round his head,But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,And wearied with man\'s never-ceasing moanFor sins no bleating victim ca Sat, 09 May 2009 04:23:02 -0800 /blog/6043/post_53658.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_53503.html?pid=f110&m= If we could turn back the hands of timeWhat hour or day would we wish to go?Would it take us back to what we felt a better time?Of which we had already had come to know?The past is where it needs to b Wed, 29 Apr 2009 08:08:39 -0800 /blog/6043/post_53503.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_53411.html?pid=f110&m= What, sweet love, will you the minion of thatTyrant Time become, and in the ripestSeason of our lives my love’s hot fires arrest,Till all in ashes lie my strength and thatWhich is the sign of my rema Fri, 24 Apr 2009 09:03:09 -0800 /blog/6043/post_53411.html?pid=f110&m= /blog/6043/post_53293.html?pid=f110&m= Dove sail like gaudy Christmas cards between The trees, As my scars cast darker by the sun beside theSwings and slide, And the little men buried in the sand-She drives like a rich person, she drives a Sat, 18 Apr 2009 08:28:20 -0800 /blog/6043/post_53293.html?pid=f110&m=