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2012 in review


The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,800 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.

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Posted by on December 31, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

2012 A Year In Review As We Travel In The Past


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Posted by on December 31, 2012 in Poetry, Uncategorized

 


 
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Posted by on December 30, 2012 in Uncategorized

 


He would love this. I love it. It’s BEAUTIFUL!!!! ❤ 🙂

 
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Posted by on December 30, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

A Form Of Reality, The Good People


A life we live we always are trying to make right and find a beat. Yet many a time it’s cut short and ripped righr from bwneath our feet
Even the best of the best, and the best we can be gets torn up and taken away
How do we fight our lives when they are drawn beneath within cold bloods set free.
We don’t have to be a marine or in the army to be the best that we can be
We can find that alone in our own life journey
I’m not saying we all live on easy street
Nor am I saying life is easy by any means
I do know however that it’s always tearing apart at the seams.
Life is almost always twisted, not fair and a huge dismay.
Even when we live hour by hour and day by day knowing that tomorrow could be our last and final day
Living to be the best we can be in everything and every way.
When the world takes away what was once ours by blood and by roots as if it ment nothing to bring shame itself into life’s crazy twisted game.
It’s just not fair by any means
When the world takes and tears apart our blood and dreams.
Feeding us our last breath without even any warning at times, yet other times subtlety forshowing us to help us make the outcome change but at times we just dont understand until afterwards it’s just too late
It’s then that you’ve begun to see and understand the form of reality now lying in your very own hand
Many a time they try to make things right
it’s good women and men
Children and friends
Who’ve always been there
Been a friend
Held your hand throughout till the end
The good people that make the world a better place
A safer place
The type of people who think with their minds and not by bullets, or guns or a forbidden thought of gaining a fight
The type of people who earn, show and gain respect
As they fight deep in silence of their own given mind with hospital s and doctor’s caling them crazy
Locking them secluded from all other lives and saying that their mad and they have no friends.
When truths be told they are not crazy as said. They are thinking straight, properly picking their friends and unlike many to most doing exactly what they should be doing…using their heads as meant given by God himself.
Another good man taken and gone with spirits in the wind.

Thoughts inspired by a good man gone to soon by the wrongs of bad men who cared none.

For my dear friend Alex Linville
You will be held forevermore, yet also missed at each new coming year and all years thru.

 
 

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Believe


It takes a soul to own a heart
It takes a heart to own your life
It takes a brain to feel inside that heart
But it takes everything to believe
Believe in yourself
Beelieve in faith
Believe in your life
It takes everything to believe and be happy and free
You have to believe in you
to believe in me
BELIEVE!!

Like it takes miracles to believe your faith
Or seeing beyond the realm of earth to see an angel and her wings
You have to believe in you before you can believe in me
BELIEVE!!

You have to hold hope dear and true
Making hope pure to believe
Once you believe it then becomes a reality
BELIEVE!!
BELIEVE!!

 
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Posted by on December 28, 2012 in Angels, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

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Just another ordinary person’s thought post.

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Five years ago, in the first winter of our relationship, I knit my lover a pair of mittens.

They were perfect.

I bought the wool, hand-spun, from a vendor at our Farmer’s Market on Broadway in New York City. It was a blustery October day, and I bought more of that grey yarn than I needed. And so began the meticulous process of crafting something for the one you love: Edging the gloves with a simple ribbing, two by two. Making them fingerless, with a top that flipped down. Fastening on antique leather buttons. Inside one of the flaps, I sewed a tag, upon which was neatly printed, “Handmade by Alison J. Killeen.”

He loved them, and even better, he used them. Over the years, predictably, they began to wear. The neat little slit in the thumbs, meant for texting and for pulling out his metro card, was the first…

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Posted by on December 20, 2012 in Uncategorized

 
 
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