Take all the history in earth time, wad it up in a ball, and throw it away.

Take all the history in earth time, wad it up in a ball, and throw it away.

Find the makers in time on the doors within the mind.  Two paths will meet as one. The path you choose will not be your own.  As the present particle dissipates you will see life as it was, as it is, and as it will always be.  It is the point of no return.

A new life has just begun.


Prioritize and organize time management

To me to do anything in life just for the sake of doing it, is the ultimate boring to me.

To make music is fun, because it is for the scenes in the book.  Just like when you watch a movie you hear music during some scenes.

It is the same with everything in life.  When you put your heart into whatever you are doing it brings a different type of atmosphere.  If I sit say at the doctor’s or dentist’s office, flipping through magazines is boring.  I always carry a sketchbook and sometimes colored pencils.  Or I might bring my knitting or crocheting so that I utilize my time wisely.

By the end of the year I might have a blanket to give to a grandson or granddaughter for christmas.  You would be surprised at how much painting I can get done while waiting at the auto mechanics or at lunch time at work.

Prioritize and organize time management – I always want a product to show for my time.  Time wasted in life will sneak upon you and 20 years later, you ask where did the time go and nothing to show for it.


Poems come and Poems go

Poems come and poems go,

they twindle and winde,

though the hands of time.

We pass along the endless find,

of that one poem,

that is perfect you see,

Because, it was meant for you and me.

It speaks to hearts,

far and near,

that poem, that was so dear.

As you can see,

This is only meant,

for you and me.

Poems come and poems go,

but, only one is true,

As my heart,

Speaks to you.


Back drop of time

I heard this song, and my heart just spoke.


The back drop of time,

is where we find,

the sea of emotions that are left behind.

Can you see the dying light that once stood behind the bleachers?

The epic time that once lived of paths that flow into now

The sea of energy that lights your day when it is night,

Time is but an energy,

We hold so dearly in our hearts,

Of yesteryear,

Then we look in the mirror.

Where has time gone.

The back drop flows to far behind,

Was it just a dream or a reality of you and me?

I guess your heart flowed to me,

When time was young,

And we could see, time was only you and me.

Can you still hear the waves of the sea,

That called you to me?

The sea of love once lived in the back drop of time,

That was destined to find, two hearts that became one

In yesteryear so long ago, that was once a beautiful world,

That I was so lucky to find a heart to call mine,

As we intertwined two energies in land and sea,

And the earth stood still, at that brief moment.

When I kissed you heart and you kissed mine.

The back drop of time is but only a memory,

In the sea of emotions left behind.

I still hear your heart from time to time.

I send you love where ever you may be,

I wish you petals of love,

Where ever you lay your head at night.

Always remember no matter where you are,

The stars are our blanket, yours and mine,

And the moon is our night-light.

Love is but a memory that will always live

With only two hearts as one

in back drop of time,

is where we find,

the sea of emotions that are left behind.