forever in the literal sense does have a meaning but,
in more practical terms it is subjective at best

Excuse me? How do you know there is no God?How does anyone know for sure?
As for being attracted to "poor me",it is not just an attitude,it is what has been happening for 54 yrs,so how can one not help but feel down about it?

Obviously you have had everything go your way in life,eh? Well others arent as fortunate as you,so you could show a little less inconsideration and a little more understanding and compassion!
Wouldnt hurt you a bit!

Ever wonder why some innocent people are raked over the coals,while others go off scott free?
Doesnt make any sense why some good people are the ones that end up suffering the most? While the ones who are truly bad are the ones that come away smelling like a rose!
Is it just the way life works? I use myself as a prime example of two siblings from the same mother,my younger sister touches anything and it turns out to be pure gold,while everything I do and touch,turns out to be the dirty end of the stick?Dont mean to complain,*****,and whine,I just cannot understand what the reason is?
I wonder if it all has to do with some glorious plan that our creator has in store for the ones that are being treated like dirt,while the others treated like gold here on earth,end up with a hideous job on the other side,like maybe eternally manning the furnaces that make hell,so hot?
Just food for thought,anyone have any ideas?



Thanks for reading,



The Rodster

Weaving Cloths

Weave your thread,
Through my cloth.
In and out,
No stitches dropped.

Dye and stain,
Colored of 'said'.
Cotton, please, silk,
Fine linens,and red.

Clothe my heart strings,
Wrap around.
Let me hear,
Your growing sound.

Perhaps when weaving's,
Time is through,
May I be blessed,
To wear and you.

Raine Les 5/6/2008

Just listening...
***********************

Today as I ventured outside into the sunny day.

I walked slowly and quietly through the grass.

As my mind drowned out the sounds of traffic,

booming music, and loud voices yelling somewhere in the distance.

Those sounds became null to me. No longer in exsistance.

I began to be consumed into the sounds of much nicer things.

The sound of nature singing the day in a most awesome way.

The purple and white lilacs singing their scents to the air.

I breathed in their music aware of each note.

The maple and other relatives softly swooshing their tunes for me.

A hickory still bare with winters markings whoosed along in harmony.

A black squirrel chattered his warning- not so close, not so close- his lyrics were sung.

The little red squirrel in a nearby branch laughing notes to be heard too.

Sang to the black squirrel- come on down- I wanna chase you.

As the lonesome dove mourning her pretty song on coo.

A crow cackeled out his out of tune loo.

And Jay he yelled out a note or two.

I listened in awe of these wonderouse notes.

I heard a cloud singing across the sky.

The sun was singing shinningly and joined in by the blues singing sky.

The robin was singing to the crickets it seemed.

While the cardinal sang to the ladybird of his dreams.

I sat in the green grass that was singing - dew wop dew.

Heard the ant section word the lyrics of moving too.

A bumble bee bassed his buzz in good time.

The butterfly with wings swooped a few notes off in good measure.

A symphoney of nature was being preformed.

The red wing blackbird sang note for note.

Chickadees were singing in two time beat.

I listened and listened as the music played on.

Till the daylight of notes tuned to dusky note ends.

The sun sang his last chorus with the sky.

The stars and moon raised their voices in the songs chorus end.

I thought I heard the bass balloon out with frogs in the blend.

I jump up and whispered- ancore, ancore- my many many songsterist friends !!!

The Mystro All Mighty took a bough in my heart.
Thought I heard Him whisper- "Glad you enjoyed
that part..."



By: Teddy 05-07-08

me too.... plain water is so boring..