Do you ever do something that makes you want to sing from the rooftops? You know, so everyone knows you’re happy, full of love and want to share it with all. Yeah, I have those feelings from time to time. It’s a feeling we should all share, to let us know this world isn't so dark and dreary. This world is full of hate, greed, pain and anger. So, when we have a chance to sing from the rooftops for happiness we should do it...

Okay, this is a grouchy old bear venting. I felt that you should be forewarned. Running away is always an option. Sadly, it takes a lot of courage and through planning. Running away is a basic level choice for all things living. The trouble with humans is that we take self-inflicted responsibilities way too seriously. This maybegin the running away psychosis. Over the last 25 or so years, I have often dreamed of moving to...

There were days When I had no other ways to get out This pain I only knew how to cause more Damage to myself and before you know it I had the knife and my skin was splitI tried hard to hide but couldn’t defend my guard I was weak Thus the tears that strolled my cheeks every night Crying over wrong and right I can’t show the pain the truth it has to goAnd this is supposed to be old Sitting in fire and still feeling cold Su...

Time was never in our hands,it seeps through the endless cracks in our minds. Fools are those who reach out to grasp the hands of father time, for it exists in a parallel world, where two can never converge in its path. With only the beginning created by men, it cease to have no ending, but rather coils and twists in a ring, and encircle those within its grip, into an endless swirl of suffering. To travel back into the pa...

no womb to take your tears to the hurt, above you – you, only a petite full-grown from a premature fetal fist – forced to let it lurk inside the three hundred ninety grams of it all as well as the mere seven pounds not once not twice nor the nth time but a content and eternal guest in you

In a swarm of faces, I find me Standing alone wondering what is to be Closing my eyes to the time about to come Living the dreams inside my closed eyes numb Discovering that there is more outside than the darkness in me and waking up to the fact that the only constant is ‘to be’ ‘to be’ what I am destined to be To live it like it is meant to be To be the woman of my own deeds done And to live this life with regret none To...

sort of a little poem that came to me just now :)I wander this landPack on my backTraveling the land, free I goThe place I end up tomorrowI just don't knowI follow the open roadWander through the foothills, the mountainsThe forest is where I call homeThis is where I wander, this is where I roamNo building to call my home, I carry home on my backThe life I long to live, start to walkAnd not look backWander and roam around...

Pain. It seems all my life I’ve dealt with one kind or another. Part of me wants to shut the louder half of me in a little box, somewhere…anywhere, until it's bursting at the seams. Maybe I hope it will kill itself off, polluting its own environment with its own filth, just like part of me always has. The other parts want to ignore it, try to stop it and beat it down, keep it down and destroy that one part, that deceitful...