Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Breath

I just thought i would add this link... click on it to see it. This is how i feel right now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnXrfksTjZ8&feature=player_embedded#t=297

News Flash.....

Hello everyone. I haven't done much blogging lately so i was thinking... since i had some time this morning i would update you with all my doings.
First off, I have been traveling a lot. My BF was so sweet to take me with him everywhere. I have been to a lot of places including Europe: Germany, Italy, France, Austria, USA: New York on Manhattan Island, San Diego CA, Miami FL, Mississippi, Atlanta GA, New Jersey, Boston MA and So many others. Canada: Creston and Alberta too.
I am so blessed with all i have and wish i could make it up to him because about a week ago, we broke up. It was hard but it was probably for the best. Of course i am an emotional wreck over it.. but life had to go on. I could tell that we wouldn't be a "Forever" story, though at first i thought we might. Many of the love poems you read in my other blog 'elaxi's poems' were actually made for him. One of them was made for a different man that i dated before this boy friend but we ended up not working out either.
Is it just relatively hard to find a nice, smart, good guy out here? Or am I just looking in the wrong area. Whatever the reason... Most of the guys I seem to draw are players or losers. Maybe I will just be an old maid... and forget about trying to make something work with a male.
Males are almost like their own species. Why are they so hard to understand some times? I know Women aren't much different in the Man's eyes but for real... Woman and men think so much different. Like my BF wouldn't notice that I cleaned the entire house while he was gone and it will make me wonder if i didn't do a good enough job or something... and when I tell him about it he says "I thought I was being appreciative. I took you on trips with me".
Yea I enjoy going on trips but at the same time... all he had to say was "Hey thanks for cleaning the house" and that would have been good enough.
Now I have a question for all you woman out there. Do All women need praise or is it just a selfish trait of mine? I grew up in a very large family and didn't get many big expensive items but every little thing mom gave us, like on our birthday or something, even if it was home made, we were grateful. I enjoy the little things in life more than all the big expensive things in the world. I enjoy the little moments of love and thoughtfulness more then any earthly thing a man could give me.
Anyways... enough ranting for today... but please feel free to give me your opinion. I am up for any feedback... as long as it is good of course lol.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A Very Touching Poem

(I saw this poem and thought it would be a good one to post. It was so touching to me, i figured you might enjoy it too)

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
Oh, God, please spare my boys!
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
Oh, God, don't let them die!
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
Please help me find my boys!
They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to match.
One cop spoke up, They're in my car,
And they don't have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.
I've searched the area high and low,
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad.
The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year.

The cop just looked confused and asked,
Now, how can that be true?
The boys said, Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you.
He told us not to worry
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He's watching over us.

The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words,
I will watch over you.

The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Just Hold On

(Dedicated to a Friend)

Though our pathways may seem rugged
That we each one walk today
And the stepping stones seem bigger
And the sky is dark and grey
We can find the shinning sun
And the lights of hope that say
"Just Hold On."

Amid the tests and trials
That this pathway sends us through
We will see that ray of sunshine
And determine God's will to do
For with His help we can do it
And all begin anew.
"Just Hold On"

We can see that rod of iron
Now let's each one grab a hold
And go on, as one body
That the Lord, our hearts can mold
So we can be that people
When the Story has been told
That Just Held On!

Prayers Can't Be Answered Unless They Are Prayed

Life without purpose is barren indeed
There can't be a harvest unless you plant seed
There can't be attainment unless there's a goal
And man's but a robot unless there's a soul
If we send no ships out, no ships will come in
And unless there's a contest, nobody can win
For games can't be won unless they are played
And prayers can't be answered unless they are prayed
So whatever is wrong with your life today
You'll find a solution if you kneel down and pray
Not just for pleasure, enjoyment and health
Not just for honors and prestige and wealth
But pray for a purpose to make life worth living
And pray for the joy of unselfish giving
For great is your gladness and rich your reward
When you make your life's purpose the choice of the Lord

Author: Unknown

Thursday, February 5, 2009

AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL

America the Beautiful, or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride; I'm glad they'll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters, Abortion on demand,

Oh, sweet land of liberty; your house is on the sand.
Our children wander aimlessly poisoned by cocaine,

Choosing to indulge their lusts, when God has said abstain.
From sea to shining sea, our Nation turns away

From the teaching of God's love and a need to always pray.
We've kept God in our temples, how callous we have grown.

When earth is but His footstool, and Heaven is His throne.
We've voted in a government that's rotting at the core,

Appointing Godless Judges who throw reason out the door,
Too soft to place a killer in a well deserved tomb,

But brave enough to kill a baby before he leaves the womb.
You think that God's not angry, that our land's a moral slum?

How much longer will He wait before His judgment comes?
How are we to face our God, from Whom we cannot hide?

What then is left for us to do, but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children, will humbly turn and pray;

Seek His holy face and mend our evil way:
Then God will hear from Heaven and forgive us of our sins,

He'll heal our sickly land and those who live within.
But, America the Beautiful, if you don't - then you will see,

A sad but Holy God withdraw His hand from Thee.

Judge Roy Moore PoemJudge Moore vaulted to national prominence several years ago when, as Alabama's Chief Justice, he installed a 5,000-pound monument emblazoned with the Ten Commandments in the state's Supreme Court building. His defiance of a federal court order to remove it on grounds that it violated the Constitutional principle of separation of church and state led to Moore's suspension in 2003.