The Waltz


One, Two, Three…

The flow begins quite innocently;
Choosing their words most carefully.

 As each takes their alternate step…

They are reminded of promises made and unkept.
 Even feeling a tinge of regret.

Yet as they sway to and fro…

A smile begins to flourish, to grow.
And that, which was past, is let go.

So while they dance…

Each, decides to take a chance.
For life is but, a mere glance.

We are living on time that's borrowed…
 
With no guarantee of  tomorrow,
It should not be filled with such sorrow .

Although there were many who were lying…

Some have left the dance floor crying,
Still, we must keep on trying.

For we were given life's pulse…

And at times we will meet those who are false,
Despite this, we must continue the waltz!

Inspired by: God &  A Troll named Ken
©2008  Shana L Martin All rights reserved

EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY:

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity:

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for
the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in
order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my
dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on
the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body
at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts,
since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they
merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I
am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices
tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the
event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I
overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies". I
must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage. Today I
was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I a m convinced
that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog
receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to
be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has
got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards
regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have
arranged protective custody for him in an elevated

For those on my friend's list I want to applogize for the long absence.  Hopefully  I will be able to stay if my MAC will let me that is…  Anyway alot to going on around the cottage lately too much to delve into right now considering the lateness of the hour, but I will explain all very soon including my first attempt at a romance novle!

With that pleasent thought in mind  I will say good night!

 

Sincerely

Lady Donegan 

First I want to say thank you all for letting me rant my pretty little head off.  I needed that, also after much to punder, and a good talk with my Dad.  People are going to let you down no matter who they are.  Life still goes on and if there is anymore of you out there that believe that there are reasons for things and we all have a destiny you can't let what one person says or dose stop you from fulfilling it.  And for those of you that don't believe then I may have some proof that says otherwise.  You see out of my anger came this beautiful work:

Always Say Goodnight

No matter how many tears are shed, or words in anger said
Before you lay your head, make sure the heart is on the mend.
By…
Not being the one who is always right,
And proclaiming the "win" of every fight
Carrying it through to dawn's early light.
Remembering to hold each other tight,
And to always say goodnight.

For we don't know how this journey will end,
Or when we must let go of that dear friend.
O the tears we'll shed, as we lay our head.
 Our heart can not be on the mend,
Taking back words in anger said.
By…
Not being the one who is always right,
And proclaiming the "win" of every fight
Carrying it through to dawn's early light.
Remembering to hold each other tight,
And to always say goodnight.

inspired by: God & Carlos Mencia
©2007shana L. Martin