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by: site admin

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 13:39:13 +0000

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by: site admin

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 02:32:28 +0000

Thank you for the journal entry.. it is well received and it is wonderful to hear your “voice” again. I miss your prolific nature. Please leave us more of your mind! ajos

by: anon

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 08:06:22 +0000

A note from my journal yesterday… Famous poets long are read after they are gone Where do all the writers go when all their hope is gone Deep within their recessed minds where peace and solace flow Twisted in a sea of doubts and fear and pain and woe There they pluck with well skilled fingers each thought and word and rhyme And place them in iambic pentameter or some cool rhythmic time They try to find just the right word, just the right place, just the right picture Just enough grace In riddles or word pictures they paint their thoughts so well Baring their very souls, a world of stories to tell But all the writer finds in his or her infinite quest Is a mirror reflecting back to them a clearer picture at best. CB 6/26/2006

by: l cotton-smith

Sat, 16 Jul 2005 19:26:39 +0000

beautiful, haunting raw songs of the heart. powerful…vulnerable. a soul’s offering.

by: 09121999

Thu, 12 May 2005 14:20:41 +0000

Smiles to you…and Grace and Peace.

by: 09121999

Thu, 12 May 2005 03:59:04 +0000

May 5, 2005 What good is beauty if none behold it? What good is work if others destroy it? What good are words if no one listens? What good is love when my heart stiffens? What good is heaven when you’re on Earth? What good is life after birth? Tell me these things and you may know All the passion my heart may grow But don’t waste time placating me Time alone is not enough to Be… More than wasted hours wanting More than lovers faces haunting More than living Earthly glories More than old one’s faded stories More than hoping for the end More than chasing after wind More than coping with the storms More than keeping up with chores Give me something real to touch Give me love that I can clutch Give me strength and hope of heart Give me patience in the dark Take me to that Holy place Beyond what I can see Take me to a place of Grace Where I can dwell with thee

by: 09121999

Tue, 10 May 2005 19:07:15 +0000

Freedom for Chains...

Freedom always makes a trade
There always is a price that's paid
Lives and dreams are sacrificed
For other lives and dreams, a price
A prison of my own I make
In my sleep or when I wake
Recalling giving up a love
For little ones and God above
He paid in full the price for me
He died himself to set me free
Yet I fail to return the favor
Remembering freedom's tempting flavor
Of course, again the joke's on me
As trades are made no longer free
No matter who or what I choose
Myself or God, freedom I lose
Not counting blessings, eternal gains
Heavenly choirs,nor grave of flames
Living without you today
Feels like trading freedom for chains

by: 09121999

Fri, 06 May 2005 04:29:44 +0000

“the canvas’ that I smear with paint hold images that are ghostly and divine”

by: Jeanne

Thu, 28 Apr 2005 15:32:08 +0000

Your work comes straight from your soul dear ajos.. and is beautiful, just like you! Best of luck with your venture here..There are good things coming your way! -jeanne