The wheel of life has many spokes yet so few people ever leave the hub.
-- Stanley Victor Paskavich
The wheel of life has many spokes yet so few people ever leave the hub.
-- Stanley Victor Paskavich
The mattress bends softly next to me as it caresses your skin.
The evening light brings your eyes to life from all the love within.
I'm going to ground you, my Angel, and bind your wings so tight,
that your emotions will flood you with tears that flow day and night.
There's many ways up a mountain and many ways down.
But to reach the peak where it kisses the clouds, that's the holy ground.
Beautiful flower, the frost grows near.
Fold your bud, hold your seeds warm and dear.
After winter, the warm summer dew,
Just when you think you've mastered the game they change the rules,
and when you think you can fix things yourself, you need new tools.
A man running up mountains of fire with lungs full of smoke. The last thing he heard was the devil's voice laughing.
The arm a did with a nifty little online drawing program called scribbler II. The rest was a little Gimp magic. The words in the background are the description of a dream I'd been having for a few weeks. Once I got it out of my head and on paper the dreams stopped. I'll be posting a full copy of it in my Blog if you'd like to read it without a big arm in the way.
I worked with developmentally disabled adults, off and on, for shy of a decade. During an orientation, the administrator said, "'It takes a real special person to do this job.' Who here has heard that one before?" Several of us raised our hands. She went on to explain that the phrase has two meanings. The first, obvious one is the surface meani