Words can lift and support,
Words can bite and mar,
Words spontaneous can puzzle,
Words thought out make clear.
Words as weapons, words as love.
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Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Narcissism
Ok sports fans, so re reading the Thoughts post. It seems a bit narcisstic to me. But I like it anyway.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Hunters Poem
May the Rain Cleanse You,
May the Fire Temper,
May the Wind Whisper The Way,
May the Earth Nourish,
And May the Report of a Rifle Echo Your Heartbeat Across the Canyon.
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May the Fire Temper,
May the Wind Whisper The Way,
May the Earth Nourish,
And May the Report of a Rifle Echo Your Heartbeat Across the Canyon.
copywrite dkboyd 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Red Tailed Hawk
Red Tailed Hawk, Soaring High
Feathered Wing Tips, Paint The Sky
Floating High, Without A Sound
Our Souls Wander, With The Clouds.
Weeping Trees, Autumn's Toll
Leaves Like Tears, Begin To Fall
Crackling Fire, Warms The Soul
For A Moment, A Vision Holds.
When The Last Breath, Passes From My Lips
And My Heart Lies Still, In My Chest
Snatch My Soul, Up To Your Nest.
Red Tailed Hawk, Watched Over Me
Red Tailed Hawk, My Spirit Free.
DKBoyd
copywright May 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Life Quote
" Life is like great big canvas, you should throw all the paint on it that you can"
Danny Kaye
Ok, lets introspect.
My canvas is pretty full but no where near complete. Some of it's not pretty, but it is interesting to look at and it satisfies me.
If yours is sparse, you've only to blame yourself and it's too late for calculated brush strokes. You better open up, turn a blind eye to negative forces and throw buckets. Live, breathe, paint.
Danny Kaye
Ok, lets introspect.
My canvas is pretty full but no where near complete. Some of it's not pretty, but it is interesting to look at and it satisfies me.
If yours is sparse, you've only to blame yourself and it's too late for calculated brush strokes. You better open up, turn a blind eye to negative forces and throw buckets. Live, breathe, paint.
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