My sarcastic travels through life while trying to remain true to myself and not kill others. Today, I met a guru. 8220;Ok, have a good day! I ended up scouring downtown Roanoke. Up and down each street and side street, hoping to find him. But I learned my lesson.

Art at the push of a button. This place used to be a swamp. My grandfather used to complain that humans were not meant to survive here, only cows. The pier and the lonely tree.

Daily Thoughts and Meditations as we journey together with our Lord. John said He came to save not condemn. Paul said it is His kindness that leads people to repentance. Some decisions that look so brilliant in the moment will look quite different once we see the bigger picture.

Physiologists should think twice before positioning the drive for self-preservation as the cardinal drive of an organic being. Above all, a living thing wants to discharge. What Is To Be Done? A Message to the Left.

A blog that combines my love for both food and poetry. 1700 Central St, Evanston, IL 60201. As soon as you walk into Ten Mile House,. The scent of smoked barbecue invites you in,. To a bright and open space with a big bar and an open kitchen. A wood burning stove is in view with a fire blazing,. The decor is comfy and homey, yet sleek and contemporary,. Excited to see it a full house,. With a hungry stomach,.

To my new website! On a journey through ponders and daydreams. Unravel the secret world that lurks behind my façade. Delve deeper with me into my genre as I review and interview some of my favourite authors. Introverted, creative and above all else a dreamer. And sign up to my newsletter. Your home sounds wonderful! Sheila M.

Inspiring personal growth through poetry and writing. Sign up for a newsletter. Is made of tears,. No bricks, no wals. And recklessly try to climb. But day retreats, cowardly, in guilt,. Quilted with shy stars and mourning moon. And I say, restore and watch. Like fireflies caught in the rain. Distant, but intense,. Snow rolls in between breasts. Of this curvy city,.

Poetry From the Heart! Roth Poetry Home Page. On Election night November 8 2008 I watched into the night as Barack Obama was the first African American to ever be elected President of the United States of America. Following the war torn Bush years I was ready, at that time, for his message of. Even so, this was a historic and significant event no matter which political side you fall on. This is how I felt at that time. I saw America gathered One Nation Under God.

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Player of words, artist of emotions. I struggled and I lost. I cried and bore the pain. What was it I was doing wrong? I never got the answer;. And yet again, I struggle,. And this is why I struggle.