Time passes so quickly, before we know it the day is gone… / The seasons come and they go, and time hurriedly moves on… / And I wondere…
My sister is truly an angel…no words can truly convey what she means to me.
Though there is no blood between us / she’s in my heart and soul / I love my little sister / more than she’ll ever know / She’s been there ri…
THE GROOVY SISTERS in hot pants / Have the boys in a trance / Two young women hot as can be / One wearing boots up to her knees / They share …
Donna..The Groovy Sisters reminds me that I am one of four groovy sisters Please check out my friend Donna’s (hickerson) awesome artwork and writings / on the RB /
Dad’s trying to figure how to fix the outside gate / Mom is thinking about how many calories she just ate / Grandma is deciding which cook…
Donna, Thank you so much for NO ONE IS LISTENING / Please check out my friend Donna’s (hickerson) other awesome artwork & writings on the RB /
My childhood friend / My teenage enemy / and my adult confidante
Sometimes it’s hard to find the words at the right occasion, but with my sister’s birthday around the corner, I know I haven’t paused enough to tell her how much she means to me. (With a little help from the Beatles and the SpiceGirls)
Today my daughters reconnected. They will no doubt drift apart again here and there but I hope they will always know they have each othe…
A little story about staying connected, demonstrated by my daughters, Aleah and Kenepuru (Kena)
Cat placed the phone back on its base, then laid back on the bed. She watched the ash on her cigarette grow taller. She enjoyed small fir…
A survivors’ tale.
i have yet to have someone listen to me…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available From: http://www.cafepress.com/byrongates.26516064
to one friend and then another…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
what a lazy little tart she is…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
between futility and fate…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
beyond any vision we can imagine…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
for each and every one…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
that simple dynamic that we all seek so desperately…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
when ill-tempered and unrehearsed words wound others…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
hidden away in my heart ever so close…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
Angry at you? yes I am indeed / Kelly you left we were only 15 / you climbed into bed and said you were sorry I held you all night long….
A lost friend at a young age / miss her dearly but have never written about her before.
CANCER Crushed… / Torn…. / Wanting more. Caner… / Holding on come hell or high water… / A mom loosing her first b…
I haven’t shared this with many of you, but I guess now’s as good a time as any. My Aunt, JoAnn Aikman, my mom’s oldest sister….has been battling cancer now for many years. I’m not sure if it’s been 4 or 5 yrs now as we’ve lost count with all the battles from being cancer free, to getting it again, the hospital stays, the many tests, to the chemo…and now to Hospice. She’s been in the hospital now since Thursday, Oct 16, 2008. She’s just going on the down hill journey now. There is no more they can do, and has been this way for about a month now, but now it’s just getting through those last days. Her doctor has talked her into going on Hospice Care so they can keep her comfortable at home. Her cancer started out in her lungs, and she’s never smoked a day in her life! After about the 3rd battle with it coming back, it decided to come back with a vengence and spread to her liver. They thought they could stop it with chemo, but to no avail it kept on spreading. I wrote this at 1am this morning because my heart was just burdened for her pain & suffering, and I just kept praying for GOD to stop the battle. She’s tired, and ready to go HOME…HEAVEN. We had a great visit with her on Thursday, and she laughed ‘til she actually had a few tears fall. I captured the best moment I could ask for of her & my mom just laughing their hearts out….so much so that they spilled her tea. LOL :o) I will upload that photo later. Please keep her in your prayers, as well as her husband, 4 children 12 grandchildren (I believe is the right number….some do not live in Tx..so it’s hard to keep up), and the rest of our family. We all need GOD’s strength to let go, and allow her to go HOME….HEAVEN.
She sit’s and she stairs crying her eyes out not wanting to care / Wrote a letter or two about how she was there. / And in the letter she t…
Not sure if I’m completely done with this. It just popped into my head and I had to get it down. Hope you enjoy. :)
Well I must admit, that this is another inspirational piece, inspired by…...erika15 She inspired me by her writtings about freedom, peace and the elightenment. So it made me think of what if I could rid my eyes, the things that see all the evil and horrible thing, maybe if I left them where they were and went on a spiritaul journey, maybe then I would have nothing to fear if I couldn’t see what my eyes had fed. / First Ming and now erika15, there are so many talented people in here, and I hope I give them justice by my pieces and allow you to see through my work, how amazing their work is…..So I hope yous like this and thanxz again to erika15….
i want to be better
i want to be all this, but so much more.
When we talk about school her crystal eyes go hazy. I call that Nina’s smoke screen; because I know she lies when her eyes cloud over tha…
This story is about belonging / to your past, present and future / and learning to accept the way / life is. And loving to our best ability, / because that’s the only true / way to be happy. Please read this guys, it was / a creative piece my teacher / asked me to write for english / and I’d really appreciate some / feedback before I submit it for / my teacher =) Does it make sense? Cheers
When I was little, I used to believe in the concept / of one best friend.
I put this in once before, It is time to put it in again just to say Thank You. /
from a fractal…....... / Here is Give Me a title / !http:/...
happy feet5 her Poetry I came upon a piece of art / a fractal I was told / and as I kept looking at it / I was mesmerized / My heart stood still / it went on hold. For as I kept on looking at this strange beauty / different things came into my mind. / At first it was a Madonna and child in the womb / waiting with love for when it was time / to hold him in her loving arms / cooing him and letting him know that everything would be fine. Suddenly the image changed / every thing began to swirl / I saw dancing and some swirling / to music that was divine / and my heart stood still / for the rhythm and its symphony came from heaven / and it beckoned me to follow / and mesmerized I didn’t want to be left behind. / What I saw was veiled emotions / with cycles of green / and as I swirled and twirled / I fell into an abyss of visual symphony. / Oh, what great ecstasy. / Isa, you painted music*
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