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

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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