This moment
This moment the sound of your voice
Lighting the air around me
with beautiful notes
This first time I stopped to listen and see
And take it all in
Love notes
They’ve been here all along
This moment
This moment the sound of your voice
Lighting the air around me
with beautiful notes
This first time I stopped to listen and see
And take it all in
Love notes
They’ve been here all along
Listen that breeze, how it calls you, how it cries out
In watery screams
But it is not human they tell us, we must then
Esteem tree and bird more highly than innocents
Reach out your fingers
Anguish in water while the sharks feast convenience
Let the blood cry out from the ground will no one hear?
Stand for me because I can not stand for myself
Abandoned scraps out like so much refuse or sold
Reap a profit for the harvest line your pockets
Excusing and deaf
This is not the end from the bones crawl survival
Hateful are the eyes
Eyes of devils peer through their sockets the maelstrom
Not my holocaust
Escaped and rescued and healed marching to the fray
We march with you by your side and for those slaughtered
Now is the time 44 steps keep up the pace
And hold the line and cry “over my dead body”
Zever stop ever
I will never stop
Praying for the innocents resting in the hope
And watching for the Judge to step forth and begin
Reaping the harvest of vengeance and pressing out
Those grapes of His wrath and avenge the innocents
Yes, He will Avenge
I can’t even begin to describe the loss of words, the anguish, the rage. The slaughter of the innocents has taken a turn for the worse. Likely it has been happening for years, but the promotion of slaughtering the innocents to children is beyond any words I can describe
We stand before a hall of witnesses of all those who gone before have hazarded their lives, some to return only part of who left, some to return covered by our nation’s flag.
Watching to see what we will do with the gift of liberty bought with their sweat, their tears, their blood.
Watching to see what manner of men will stand in the gap, carry the torch, and prevent those who would take from us what was so sorely purchased
These farmers
These pioneers
These migrants
These freed from bondage
These merchants and artisans
These warriors and soldiers
Who will stand?
Who will step forward?
Who will leave mother father sister brother in tears
Who will leave wife son daughter
Embracing as if for the last time
As for some it is
We must above all else honor these and offer our hand of gratitude and ensure the next generation knows the value of that for which these have paid and the terrible price
Feathers lighting falling ever striking never terra
Find them pluck them dip them stroke them seal the fates of all men
In the air this time of year we sweep the feet o’er the chair
There are lots and lots of ways people use notebooks. In many cases, they dedicate a single notebook for a single purpose. i like to put everything in my notebooks. I have a few exceptions as specialized “collections” because their purpose uses so much space in a notebook. On the other hand, I have some minimized collections that would otherwise waste space that left a lot of unused space, etc. Here are the main uses of my (Handy Dandy) Notebooks
Ok, the part you’ve waited for. For me, the challenge is to not leave anything out. I will try to cover everything, but I can’t guarantee it will be exhaustive. Here we go…
That aire is once again as so many times before
Words that cast forth and etch
So much fluffery, and so much persona
It really is untitled, raw, untempered
That burning that drives and derives destines all to something
For me it is words, and those on parchment and bits
What once haunted me, I can wield… It has no power over me