I’m a looser baby…..so why don’t ya kill me….

(Well....time for another piece of my mind...or peace of mind..either way)

I know why you don’t….right…I’m a looser, so why waste your time.

Why dirty the barrel, expend the energy lifting the muzzle, waste 20 cents on a perfectly good bullet….

You’ll get free entertainment watching from the sidelines, as I slowly kill myself

Toss in some roofing nails if you get bored or throw a few more knives into my back and watch me squirm even more

There were times it felt like I was in some kind of arena…like the gladiators but without any honor or glory

All these people looking in, no idea who I am or what I’m about…no cares cause its just free and easy entertainment

Don’t be bothered though, I wouldn’t expect you to be; I do have value and live by values and don’t really care that you don’t care

Don’t feel guilty nor feel sorrow for your ignorance or mine, that’s just life right…..ya…right

We get back what we put in…it’s just we aren’t given a good guide where, what, and when to give…good luck…hope you chose well….

So, I am a looser baby, but don’t waste your time trying to kill me…I’ll go when I’m good and ready…maybe a looser…but betting a winner

Rest Here....

Come my friends

refresh yourselves.

Let the cleansing water

wash over you….

Soothing your spirit

Smoothing out the troubles

in your heart.

I send you blessings this spring

of renewal

of rebirthing

of rejuvenation.

Rest here for a moment if you like.

May peace be with you.

Standing on the beach, sand between my toes.

What lays in my future, who will come and go.

The sun beams down upon me, as I raise my head and look At the vast ocean before me, its size which I mistook. I feel so insignificant compared to this great expanse. That difference can I make, will I even be given a chance. I realize then while standing there, that all I have to do, Is listen to my heart and it will pull me through. For strength and inspiration are not material things they come from deep inside of you they give your soul its wings. So whenever you're in doubt and you begin to stray.. Take a look down deep inside and the answer will come your way. If you only believe in yourself you can make your dreams come true. For no one else can do it, the power must come from you

Hello,

I'm Lisa/cheesey Charlie invited me to be a Author in his blog

..and ..I am totally honored and inspired to have the chance!

This is just a little inspirational poem hopefully it lifts you up to realize

that we do have all that we need sometimes

we just need a reminder to realize that its always been right there.

What is Love - Jiddu Krishnamurti

It seems to me that one thing is absolutely necessary and that is passion without motive - passion that is not the result of some commitment or attachment, passion that is not lust. A man who does not know what passion is will never know love because love can come into being only when there is total self-abandonment.

A mind that is seeking is not a passionate mind and to come upon love without seeking it is the only way to find it - to come upon it unknowingly and not as the result of any effort or experience. Such a love, you will find, is not of time; such a love is both personal and impersonal, is both the one and the many. Like a flower that has perfume you can smell it or pass it by. That flower is for everybody and for the one who takes trouble to breathe it deeply and look at it with delight. Whether one is very near in the garden, or very far away, it is the same to the flower because it is full of that perfume and therefore it is sharing with everybody.

Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world which is not innocent. To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex, through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict.

Fools are we.....

These are not all my words.....(thanks Doobie Brothers), but they are my thoughts....

I arrived in her long ago. I'm such a fool, why can't I see. I'm still tryin’ hard to recreate what had yet to be created. One last time she mustered a smile, for our nostalgic tale. I, never finding the the right words, or doing what she needed me to. Only coming near, only to realize, it never really was.

She has a place in my life, only I can't find the right way to show her. As I rise to her apology, anybody else would surely know, I'm really watching her go.

But, what a fool believes, he sees. No wise man has the power to reason away; what seems to be is always better than nothing. Nothing at all just keeps sending me somewhere back in her long ago. A place where I can still believe there’s a place in her life. Clinging to lost hope, that someday, somewhere, she will return.

She had a place in my life, only I couldn't find the right way to show her. As I rise to her apology, anybody else would surely know, I'm really watching her go.

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But, what a fool believes, he sees. No wise man has the power to reason away; what seems to be, is always better than nothing.

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For me, there’s nothing at all, but what a fool believes he sees...“I believed She’d never go away”..............................

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First off.....I'm not blameless...I have made my mistakes....worst mistake is I lost my faith in her. She's not blameless either.....we said forever...no matter...