tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171820592024-02-08T12:28:16.256-08:00Delve Into My Mind!A blog of many types of writings from poetry to short stories and general updates.A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-14772786081135639302011-02-01T23:49:00.000-08:002011-02-01T23:57:25.999-08:00It's been a whileHello there,<br /><br /> I just wanted to let everyone know that I graduated with my B.A. in Music December 18,2010. It was a long time in coming, but it was worth it. I didn't walk due to family problems with health. I am continuing my history teaching degree at Lamar. I will be done with my normal history classes in May 2011. I will then be taking a couple of Master level History courses and my education classes. They take a lot of extra out of classroom time at schools around town. I don't want to have to worry about other classes getting in the way. My classes this semester are very interesting so far. I decided to get an earth science minor with the history degree. I just can't subject myself to more music courses such as elementary music. I only have two geology courses to be finished with that part of things. I am hoping to get some this summer. That would keep me right on schedule and be really convenient, but if not, I will take it in the fall. I will only take two classes at a time.<br />My belly dancing is still a work in progress. You can never learn enough when it comes to that. I am in intermediate this semester again. I am also keeping up with Arabian Nights. My instructor also does shows at Jerusalem Hookah Cafe here in Beaumont, Texas. She is an awesome person and a hellavah dancer. I look forward to each and every show. Another student show should be at the end of February or in March.<br />Hubby Matt is doing well. He is a champion type man. He takes awesome care of me, and when I am sick doesn't hesitate to help me. I have been having terrible back trouble lately, and he has been helping me out a lot. I know things are hard on him at times, but I love him and cherish him dearly. My friends, husband, and Dad are gifts from God.A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-10970185621153030642009-12-17T14:41:00.001-08:002009-12-17T15:05:44.764-08:00Two German PoemsBeautiful Night<br />By Tommie L. Stovall<br /><br />German language has an odd feature you might notice. Nouns are capitalized.<br /><br />Night brings a beautiful quiet.<br />Nacht bringt eine schone(umlaut on o) Ruhe.<br /><br />It wraps the mind peacefully.<br />Es wickelt die Meinung friedlich.<br /><br />I drift into heavenly sleep.<br />Ich strome(umlaut on o) in himmlisch Schlaf.<br /><br />You venture into my dreams.<br />Du wagst in meine Traume(umlaut on a).<br /><br />Your arms reach, embrace me.<br />Deine Armen erstrecken, unarmen mich.<br /><br />Warmth like silver moonbeams sweeps.<br />Warme wie silber Mondstrahl schwingvollt.<br /><br />My heart, full, takes flight.<br />Meine Herz, voll, nimmt Flug.<br /><br />I climb into beautiful night.<br />Ich steige in de schone(umlaut on o) Nacht.<br /><br />Terrible Waking<br />By Tommie L. Stovall<br /><br />I wake into shrieking brightness. Ich woche auf in shcriende Hell.<br />My eyes open by force. Meine Augen offnen(umlaut on o) von Kraft.<br />My beautiful dream is gone. Mein schoner(umlaut on o) Traume ist gegangen.<br />It's replaced by daytime noise. Es wird ersetzt von Taguhr Gerausche(umlaut on a).<br /><br />From respite I must go. Vom der Ruhepause muss ich gehen.<br />Life, for love, will not slow. Leben, for Lieben, wirdt nicht Langsam.<br />Hurrying through the garish day. Eile durch den grellken Tag.<br />Into dreams myself to bury. In Traume(umlaut over a) selbst du vergraben.A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-53235621264038783232009-10-13T08:38:00.000-07:002009-10-13T08:46:14.315-07:00Hiking and Biking Oh My!Well, if anyone was wondering, Matt does have a drill sergeant mentality. He drives to his task in a direct hard fashion, but that is what I need. I don't have time to linger about how much pain I am in. The hike and bike was worth it though. The view from the hilltop was awesome. You could sit on the rocks and look down into the Pine Savannah or valley if you like. We got there too late to catch any wildlife like deer wondering about down there, but maybe next time. We plan to camp out on the hilltop for a weekend. I think it will be awesome. I have lost at least 22 pounds since the middle of may, and my clothes are starting to fit better or are too big all -together. I think everything I am going through is worth the struggle. I will always have trouble with my back, but the knees are fixable. They will be when I start working as a teacher or professional substitute. I also found out that I can teach at the two year universities with a Master's degree. I think things are going to work out for the better. I am also contemplating getting back into light weapons with the SCA. Now that my weight has gone down, I can stand a little longer and move a little better. Also, a simple Schlager set-up isn't that bad in price. Of course, I also have to get a gorget which goes around the neck to protect the throat. That can be made though with the right supplies. There are people hereabouts that do that sort of thing. Anyway, I have to leave for class. That is the update for now.A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-41015512302138429962009-08-31T03:11:00.000-07:002009-08-31T03:14:36.295-07:00A loss to meWell, those of you on here that read my blog, know my saga with my cats and kittens. One of the best little female cats that I have ever had died last night due to trauma of some sort. There were no visisble markings. Matt found her as he pulled out to go to work. My father and I burried her in the backyard. She was full of spunk and love. She was always a teacup kittah, but that didn't matter to her. Now my heart hurts at her loss. I hope she knows how much I loved her.<br /><br />TommieA True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-63189557861292951862009-04-30T15:26:00.000-07:002009-04-30T15:44:27.574-07:00on the treatment of soldiersI have been priveledged of late to read some materials in my Civil War History Class that has caused me some moments of empathy and anger. There is an article by Reid Mitchell about the experience of soldiers during the Civil War. When I was reading it, images associated with soldiers returning home from Vietnam came into my mind.<br />What I read made me heartsick and angry. At first, the Soldiers, both Union and Confederate, were celebrated, picniced, and paraded around like prizes. People wanted to shake their hands, take their photos, and have their babies. After the war drug on, that attitudes toward the soldiers changed markedly. People didn't go to greet them, they didn't want the photos, unless perhaps they were memorial shots, they tried to hide any affiliation with them. Where they were one greeted as heroes, now they were like villains and thieves in the night. Some soldiers experienced being openly shunned by people moving to the other side of the street or turning a corner to get away. It was as if being a soldier was a disease and they might catch it. <br />These soldiers suffered awful dehumanization to serve for what they believed in. They suffered mentally and physically just to endure racial slurs, curses, and hatred. Some soldiers were never the same as when they left. Some could not come back to society, so they went and lived in the woods or mountains. Some lost everything they owned and their family. Some suffered terrible dreams and flashbacks. All these things being discussed in this article brought to the fore images from Vietnam. Soldiers coming back would be greeted by a small family party in their uniforms so proud and yet the airfield would be completely deserted and silent. They would then be shuffled off home to try and live a **quiet** existence. If they were spotted in uniform on the street protestors would spit on them and shout at them, or try and rip their clothes. What kind of behavior is this?<br /><br />THESE MEN WERE SOLDIERS. THEY DESERVE NOTHING LESS THAN RESPECT, DIGNITY, AND HONOR.<br /><br />It is the same today. My father and I have had our vehicles paintballed because they are adorned with military insignias. I have had people turn up their nose at hiring me when I have applied for work when they find out I served. Before that point, they are all smiles and your very qualified. I have walking by or standing waiting for some goings on and heard cruel words spoken about the soldiers and turned to watch the look of disgust on their faces. These things are being spoken about our men and women. It takes everything I have within me not to lash out at these people. They have not one iota of one clue what being a soldier takes. It makes me want to make them vomit on raunchy, nasty soap crammed in their mouths and teeth. They will get over that.<br /><br />SOLDIERS CARRY EVERYTHING, EVERYDAY WITH THEM OR THEY DIED TRYING TO DEAL WITH THAT BURDEN. I WAS NOT IN A WAR ZONE, I DIDN'T DIE, BUT I GAVE MY LIFE NONE THE LESS. I HAVE PAID WITH MY MIND, BODY, AND SPIRIT LIKE SO MANY OTHERS WITH ME AND BEFORE ME!A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-49147673457451032672009-03-17T19:22:00.000-07:002011-02-01T23:46:07.212-08:00Here's what's newHello everyone. The biggest news I can give you is that Matt and I got married. We had our private ceremony January 18,2009, and we had our big one for family with the reception February 15,2009.<br />I was battling a staph infection. It was resistant to the first two antibiotics I was put on. The third one and antibacterial/antimicrobial baths have stopped it. I just have to be extra careful not to allow any infection to return.<br />I had been taking a belly dance class, but when I got sick, that came to an end. It really upset me though. Sometimes it seems when I am making progress that I get knocked backward again. Then I have to fight not to get too frustrated or depressed.A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-61739415405048302222008-07-06T22:37:00.000-07:002008-07-06T22:40:46.984-07:00Hobbies/InterestsI have been able to get back to one of my hobbies that I dropped many years ago. I used to crochet and make my own color combinations of yarn by splicing(knotting). I have taken that back up, and am well underway. When I am done linking my yarn, I will be able to crochet in a straight chain a nice comfy blanket. It will have to be dry cleaned though, since you can't machine wash when you do knotting. It can cause the splices to come undone. It will have a very old world feel, although not all the colors would pass for old world.<br /><br />I have been interested in Japanese entertainment for many years. It started when I saw Shogun as a teenager. It mainly centered around music, theater, and dance. Due to some interactions with friends, I was introduced to Anime. I like it a lot. It can be light hearted and whitty to down right dark and serious. Sometimes it deals with real life issues without being obvious. I realised after thinking back, that I had seen some anime as a younger person. The first was a cartoon called G Force. It came on early in the morning before school. Then the next one I remember seeing was Akira on cable. Since then, I have seen the following:<br />Ahh My Goddess<br />Appleseed<br />Bleach<br />Blood the last Vampire<br />Blood Plus<br />Chrono Crusade<br />Cowboy Beebop<br />DeathNote<br />Eureka Seven<br />Excel Saga<br />Full Metal Alchemist<br />Ghost in the Shell<br />Ghost in the Shell Stand Alone Complex<br />Gokusen<br />Gundam<br />Gundam Wing<br />Hellsing<br />Inuyasha<br />Jin Roh The Wolf Brigade<br />Karas The Prophecy<br />Macross Plus<br />Macross Plus 2<br />Noein<br />Mirage of Blaze<br />Naruto<br />Saiyuki Reload<br />Samurai Champloo<br />Samurai Deeper Kyo<br />Shin Chan<br />Tokko<br />Trinity Blood<br />Vampire Hunter D<br />Vampire Princess Miyu<br />Well, this is all I can remember for now. I will come back and update when I remember or am reminded of others.A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-3667741373391098742008-01-23T19:49:00.000-08:002008-01-23T19:55:02.249-08:00Two New PoemsTree Weeping Song<br />By Tommie Stovall<br /><br />The Willow and the Cherry trees both sigh deeply with me.<br />The Willow weeps the wind that cries through its branches.<br />The Cherry's blossoms are its tears that fall like waterdrops in the late Spring.<br />My sadness is like the rain flowing in a fast stream.<br />I stand below the Willow and the Cherry with beauty masking such pain.<br /><br />Mary The Rose<br />By Tommie L Stovall<br /><br />Hail Mary Rose of the Father<br />Jesus the bud of thy flower<br />Your sweet odors permeate all.<br />Peace be with us and come from thee.<br /><br />Even thy thorns are beautiful<br />They prick but do no harm<br />Thou blood is pure and healing<br />Peace be with us and come from thee.<br /><br />Hail Mary Rose of the Father<br />Jesus the bud of thy flower<br />Your message echoes wisdom<br />Peace be with us and come from thee.<br /><br />Even your visions are powerful<br />They enlighten, share thy majesty<br />For thou art light from darkness<br />Peace be with us and come from thee.<br /><br />Hail Mary Rose of the Father<br />Jesus the bud of thy Flower<br />Your gift most gracious<br />Peace be with us and come from thee.A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-1141967343892838212006-03-09T20:59:00.000-08:002006-03-09T21:09:03.896-08:00Personal Inspiration<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">23 Jul 2005<br />The Rain</span></strong><br /><br />The rain keeps falling.<br />I can hear nature calling.<br />The wind through the trees is blowing.<br />Steam off the mountains is rising.<br />I want to go out running.<br />In it reveling and playing.<br />I cannot bring myself to go out.<br />I sigh and look back to my bed tired.<br />At the glass of my window I am staring.<br />Trying to push thru the pain I am suffering.<br />To be able to do what others do I am wishing.<br />The thoughts through my mind are realing.<br />My body is alive with what I am feeling.<br />To do or not to do is the question?<br />I look within myself for some sort of answer.<br />My mind only gives me doubt and frustration.<br />My heart gives me love and courage.<br />My soul is full of longing and searching.<br />I take a deep breath from my introspection.<br />Again, I realise no simple answers are forthcoming.<br />Yet the rain keeps on falling.<br />Nature keeps on calling.<br />Life keeps on going.<br />The wind keeps on blowing.<br />I will keep on striving.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">The Present</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><div align="center"><br />I find myself sitting,watching the lightning glimmer.</div><div align="center">I hear the call of thunder and marvel at it all.</div><div align="center">Who am I, but one small person in this great big Wheel?</div><div align="center">How am I to make a change to make the world think and feel?</div><div align="center">All I can do is stand proudly and hold my head up high.</div><div align="center">To share my words and thoughts, with those that happen by.</div><div align="center">So if you find yourself reading my words, please remember this.</div><div align="center">Honor what you have been given. It is a blessed Gift.</div><div align="center">Just imagine how this came!</div><div align="center">I was just watching the lightning glimmer.</div><div align="center">I heard that thunder call.</div><div align="center">A small, simple present came from marveling at it all.<br /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">The Gray Lady</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">16 May 2005</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><div align="right"><br /></span></strong>A visage forms from mystic memory and fog.</div><div align="right">A flowery, feminine scent fills the air.</div><div align="right">Who knows this spirit is here?</div><div align="right">Who knows why she lingers there?<br />You spy her whispy form as she floats by.</div><div align="right">A great sadness filling your soul.</div><div align="right">You second guess yourself and blink your eyes.</div><div align="right">What? Wait. Where did she go?<br />Your mind wonders who she is?</div><div align="right">An urge to find out more.</div><div align="right">Who is this spirit that is here?</div><div align="right">Why does she linger there?<br />A deep dread creeps upon you, as you spy her once more.</div><div align="right">Her poor heart broken once and final.</div><div align="right">Now she dwells restless eternal.<br />A strained sob escapes your breast.</div><div align="right">Her face seems to look upon you.</div><div align="right">A desperate pain is felt.</div><div align="right">Your emotions, not your own, into despair melt<br />Overwhelmed, you run away.</div><div align="right">To find that day is dawning.</div><div align="right">Was what you saw real?your imagination running?<br />You know your home is not your own.</div><div align="right">It is she who still lives here.</div><div align="right">Sharing your dwelling with this lonely ghost.</div><div align="right">Do not give into your fear.<br />You wait, her visage forming in the fog.</div><div align="right">That flowery scent fills the air.</div><div align="right">You know the spirit has come again.</div><div align="right">You know why she lingers here.<br />A sad, knowing smile upon your face.</div><div align="right">She drifts about you to and fro.</div><div align="right">She seeks happiness again, to tell her story and go.<br />You take your pen to paper.</div><div align="right">Her story you will write.</div><div align="right">Now her memory no longer fades.</div><div align="right">She will be free this night.<br />Her visage no longer forms in the fog.</div><div align="right">That flowery scent filling air.</div><div align="right">The spirit not coming again.</div><div align="right">She no longer lingers there. </div>A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-1141966718443336482006-03-09T20:57:00.000-08:002006-03-09T20:58:38.443-08:00Native Inspired<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Silver's Song</span></strong><br /><br />Silver's flute is calling thru the night,<br />dulcet tones in pure moonlight.<br />Love and kindness within each sound<br />A more peaceful gift cannot be found.<br />She sends the music as soft as touch,<br />to reach those who need carressed as such.<br />Her music encircles many a heart,<br />to bring great joy from her simple art.<br />Her face seems alive with each note called.<br />Her song echoes thru forest, hill, and hall.<br />It reaches every creature there<br />Silver's love and warmth to share.A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-1141966590812742542006-03-09T20:55:00.000-08:002006-03-09T20:56:30.813-08:00Native Inspired<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Troubled</span></strong><br /><br />Oh Great Spirit I am troubled<br />I have come seeking my ancestors<br />Are they here? Do they know me?<br />I have seen a people with fire in their eyes and courage in their hearts.<br />Now I only see tracks as if done on hands and knees.<br />Have we forgotten to walk two footed and tall?<br />I have heard a people with voices which are clear and wise toned.<br />Their words tell stories and sing songs.<br />Why now do we seem so silent?<br />I have seen a people dancing graceful in movement.<br />They seem to leave the earth, and their faces full of joy.<br />Why now do we seem so heavy and strained?<br />I have seen a people of mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters.<br />They are passing love, knowledge, and history.<br />Why now do we seem so sad, angry, and distant to one another?<br />Oh, I am troubled<br />I have come seeking my ancestors<br />Are they here? Do they know my heart?<br />Do they know themselves?A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-1141966453090400402006-03-09T20:51:00.000-08:002006-03-09T20:54:13.093-08:00Native Inspired<div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">The Prayer</span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><div align="left"><br /></span></strong>Sky Father looks down on us and sighs, while Mother Earth cries for her children.</div><div align="left">We have lost our place in the Great Wheel.</div><div align="left">We no longer learn the knowledge of our forefathers and mothers.</div><div align="left">We have closed our ears and hardened our hearts like wayward children that stomp their feet and shake their fists at their surroundings.</div><div align="left">Mother Earth's Trail of Tears is marked with sorrowful footprints, bloodied with intolerance, ignorance, and hatred.<br />How can we find our way home?</div><div align="left">Sky Father and Mother Earth wait to greet us once more.</div><div align="left">If you look to the sunset where land and sky become one, </div><div align="left">you can see them there arms outstretched to embrace us.</div><div align="left">Our hearts need only love that which was given us, and our minds remember that which was forgotten.</div><div align="left">Then we will all be Brothers and Sisters again in the Great Village. </div><div align="left">Listen to Mother Earth's song and Feel Sky Father's strength. </div><div align="left">We will find our way home one day and be lost no more. </div><div align="left">Embrace the old ways. Mother Earth will cry no longer.<br />This is my prayer for us all.</div>A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-1141966165147880642006-03-09T20:47:00.000-08:002006-03-09T20:50:34.766-08:00Of Love and Loss<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Loves Muse</span></strong><br /><br /><br />Who stood firm against thyne tempest?<br />I as always thyne shelter<br />Who gave thee shore forsooth?<br />I as always your rock<br />Who brought thee freshness when thou thirsted?<br />I as always your river<br />Yet a cruel flower, she won thy hand<br />Thou hast condemned me to shadowy memory<br />I your fairest muse.<br />Thou cast my voiced gift from thee<br />I your muse could nae thaw thyne heart<br />Shall I stand still as the tree?<br />While I watch thy fateful rose wound yea again.<br />Nae, I yet endure a fettered wraith of natures song<br />I watch thyne heart bleed full and red love.<br />Who taketh thyne hurts and shield thou?<br />I as always your shelter<br />Who let thee lean thyself to rest?<br />I as always your rock<br />Who let thee grace for sustenance?<br />I as always thyne river.A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-1141966027463572892006-03-09T20:42:00.000-08:002006-03-09T20:47:07.466-08:00Of Love and Loss<div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Odors from the Heart</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">07 May 2003<br /></span></strong></div><div align="left">It comes and goes like a brief breeze</div><div align="left">hither and thither floating like air thru the trees.</div><div align="left">A soft feminine scent of flowers and musk </div><div align="left">which soaks the wind shortly after dusk.<br />It delights upon your wind and like birds to soar on.</div><div align="left">Let it wrap itself around you,</div><div align="left">and take you far beyond the horizon.</div><div align="left">Odors of the heart can be scented far ahead</div><div align="left">for love begins and ends with dreams in her bed.<br />You will long for her lingering essence</div><div align="left">to mix and mingle with your own.</div><div align="left">Your arms will ache and mourn with her passing</div><div align="left">to leave you lost and withdrawn.<br />She will come again the next eve</div><div align="left">to take your heart and love.</div><div align="left">There you will lie in the morning once again</div><div align="left">waiting to rise with her in the evening like a sweet dove.<br />You two will come and go like soft breezes</div><div align="left">hither and thither like air thru trees.</div><div align="left">Now your scent and hers of flowers and musk </div><div align="left">will soak the wind together after dusk.</div>A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-1141965710199812742006-03-09T20:39:00.000-08:002006-03-09T20:41:50.200-08:00Of Love and Loss<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Pain</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">30 Jul 2003<br /></span></strong><br />Why does love need be an exercise in pain?<br />Why is it that when you care for someone they shove it in your face screaming?<br />Why is it that when you try and fight for someone they run from you in fear?<br />What did I do to deserve these daggers in my heart, mind and soul?<br />Am I truly at fault?<br />Is being strong willed and a fighter a crime?<br />I have been through too much, too soon to fade to grey and let the world win.<br />Where others have wilted and died, I have endured, suffered, cried, and lived.<br />I shall endure eternally, my spirit is undying.<br />I cannot bend to the will of others even if it slowly eats me like a cancer.<br />Others have no idea of what I endure, when all I do is for another.<br />I shall never quit.<br />I scream, fuck you all.A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-1141965562565238362006-03-09T20:31:00.000-08:002006-03-09T20:39:22.570-08:00Of Love and Loss<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Epitaph from Within</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">12 Dec 2004</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center">Here lies my heart and soul.</div><div align="center">Left in ruin by a dead world.</div><div align="center">These mortals have desroyed the love in me and rended my tranquility.<br />My heart and soul walks in a dead world </div><div align="center">destroyed the love in me leaving nothing of me<br />Here lies my heart and soul.</div><div align="center">Left silent by a sick world.</div><div align="center">These mortals have broken me and left trash of my art.<br />My heart and soul walks in a dead world</div><div align="center">Destroyed, the love of me Leaving nothing of me<br />Here lies my heart and soul.</div><div align="center">Left inept by an ignorant world.</div><div align="center">These mortals have no hope with me and sunder my sensebility.<br />My heart and soulwalks in a dead world</div><div align="center">Destroyed, the love of me Leaving nothing of me<br />Here lies my heart and soul.</div><div align="center">Left to wrot in an infertal world.</div><div align="center">These mortals have isolated me and razed its creativity.<br />My heart and soulwalks in a dead world</div><div align="center">Destroyed, the love of me Leaving nothing of me.<br />Here lies my heart and soul.</div><div align="center">A grave for it in a stone world.</div><div align="center">These mortals have this testament of me and have given no final sanctity.<br />My heart and soul walks in a dead world</div><div align="center">Destroyed, the love of me Leaving nothing of me</div>A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-1141964913322373722006-03-09T20:19:00.000-08:002006-03-09T20:50:52.833-08:00Of Love and Loss<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Empty</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">13 Dec 2004</span><br /></strong></div><div align="left">From sleep into darkness I awaken.</div><div align="left">Trying to keep my feelings locked inside.</div><div align="left">My tears are stinging my eyes.</div><div align="left">This pain is to real to hide.<br /></div><div align="left">Why am I forsaken?I am broken.</div><div align="left">Why am I misbegotten?I am opened.</div><div align="left">Hold me like you used to.</div><div align="left">No! Your gone to be forgotten.<br /></div><div align="left">The hurt I can't suppress.</div><div align="left">My heart aches with emptiness.</div><div align="left">The pain won't stay gone away.</div><div align="left">I wish for blessed numbness.<br /></div><div align="left">Why am I forsaken?I am broken.</div><div align="left">Why am I misbegotten?I am opened.</div><div align="left">Hold me like you used to.</div><div align="left">No! Your gone to be forgotten.<br /></div><div align="left">The sickness in my stomach greets me.</div><div align="left">It is never far away.</div><div align="left">A never ending knot of anguish.</div><div align="left">I just can't make it fade.<br /></div><div align="left">Why am I forsaken?I am broken.</div><div align="left">Why am I misbegotten?I am opened.</div><div align="left">Hold me like you used to. </div><div align="left">No! Your dead to be forgotten.<br /></div><div align="left">Here the waves of pain come again.</div><div align="left">I taste the salt from my tears.</div><div align="left">All those years lost, I cry.</div><div align="left">Time to lock the hurt back inside.<br /></div><div align="left">Why am I forsaken?I am broken.</div><div align="left">Why am I misbegotten?I am opened.</div><div align="left">Hold me like you used to.</div><div align="left">No! Your dead to be forgotten. </div>A True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17182059.post-1127939879038982912005-09-28T13:31:00.000-07:002005-09-28T13:37:59.043-07:00Just BreatheFor several days now I have been very worried. Today with the help of some really good folks and KVOI radio, I was able to get some information. This whole thing has made me realise where my home is. I am fearcely protective of it, and I am over 1300 miles away. I know I will be returning. The thing is this. I have never, and I mean never, felt so trapped or useless in my life. I haven't even been able to get a fire fighter on the phone until now. I never want to feel this way again. I know mother nature will do what she is going to do, but people in positions of authority are actually making it a bit worse. People need information to ease their minds and make being separated easier on them. When you won't answer a phone or dissiminate information via media etc., people start to think the worst. It happens and it is quite natural. I hope that people in authority learn from this and try better to open lines of communication. You must send out surveys into the neighborhoods, not only for security, but to give people peace of mind and allow them to start the healing process. You can't even start an insurance claim if you don't have access to your home or the information. I hope things will be better if this sort of terrible circumstance happens again. For now, Beaumont is in my heart and prayers, and I know that the communities will rebound with Texas Pride.<br /><br />Reverand PrentissA True Texas Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16656121754402188250noreply@blogger.com0