I am in a fowl mood. . . yes that's right fowl!  I won't go into too much detail, but I will say I feel that I don't want to let anybody close to me anymore.  No matter what kind of relationship it happends to be.  As of right now it dosen't do  any good.  Yes I will admit that I am an overly sentitive person.
But it dose seem like when I  allow a person to see more than just whats on the surface I get crapped on, and again its no ones fault but my own,  I take full responsiblity for my actions, I have learned to stay at arm's length, and I know I have alot of growing up to do.

Hope your day is better than mine

I did not write these poems, my Mom e-mailed it to me and they are so good I had to share them.

 

THE FINAL
INSPECTION
The Marine stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, Marine,
How shall I deal with you?Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Marine waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Marine,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
~Author Unknown~I

It's the Soldier, not the reporter
who has given us the freedom of the press.

It's the Soldier, not the poet,
who has given us the freedom of speech.

It's the Soldier, not the politicians
that ensures our right to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.

It's the Soldier who salutes the flag,
who serves beneath the flag,
and whose coffin is draped by the flag.







THESE COLORS DON'T RUN

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Today I saw the film Meet The Robinson's.  It was cute, not great, but cute none the less.  Nor did it inspire me, what did however was a  security guard and his cherry-wood smelling cigar.  Don't know why or how come.  Fellow writers who read this will without a doubt understand.  When one gets inspired, something catches your heart and every thing comes to a stop and for a split second this whatever it is be it a word, phrase, smell, person or even a picture it holds you in a trance like state. Then sticks in your head like a broken record till you figure out what your suppose to do with it.  And speaking of pictures you should see this one Sir Clisto's got called "Return"  It is really beautiful!  I am sure I will be writing something about that picture soon!

 

I hope and pray you all got inspired one way or another today! 

I found this and wanted to share it with you.  It has a haunting beauty to it!

 

What do you think?

http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/movie.htm 

The weather here. . .well lets just say it isn't a good hair day. My Mom told me it would be best to stay home from church. Because as the wind blows it gets cold and my body dosen't move well when its cold. One of the many effects of CP.

 

I know that my slide show isn't working, I tried to delete it, but do not know how to. I will post it again once I figured what I did wrong. I hope every one is having a great day!