tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83107192011-07-08T08:50:18.961-05:00bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00143624661120946019noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310719.post-5209998009740064402010-08-01T23:41:00.002-05:002010-08-01T23:44:09.144-05:00

crap....i can't believe another 5 years has passed me by!! more so i am super surprised that i remembered my user name and password. well apparently i did so here i am....give me a few days and i will post some thing long and hopefully substantial.

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i can't believe it's been over a year.........i started this blog on sept 13, 2004 and now being nostalgic i am here thinking ya, it's been a year and what have i done.i remember 9/11 but i don't remember what year, i remember 9/11 because it's my friends birthday, i remember 9/11 because i couldn't function that day, i remember 9/11 because my boss invited us all to her house for an extended

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this is where i take my children when i can't breath anymorethis is what i want them to see(this picutre was taken on my father's farm)

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this photo is the "Pulitzer prize" winning photo taken in 1994 during the Sudan famine.the picture depics a famine stircken child crawling toward a United Nations food camp,located a kilometer away.the vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat it.the picture shocked the whole world.no one knows what happend to the child,including the photograper Kevin Carter who left the place as

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IT’S A WHITE STORY IF YOU BELIEVEAND IT’S A WHITE MANS WORLD IF YOU CAN’T SEETHE COLOR OF THIS LAND LAYS DEEPER THEN THE SANDYET WE all DIG OUR GRAVES 4 FEET DEEPTHERE IS NO SIGNIFICANCE IN THE RIGHT OR WRONGWE COULD ARGUE THIS AND ALWAYS BELIEVEWE ARE CARRYING SOCIETY’S BLOOD IN OUR HANDSWE ARE CONDONING THE WAYS OF THIS LANDThey are the ones who are there for youThey will fall down on there

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I love a people who have always made me welcome to the best they had.I love a people who are honest without laws, who have no jails and no poorhouses.I love a people who keep the commandments without ever having read them or heard them preached from the pulpit.I love a people who never swear, who never take the name of God in vain.I love a people who love their neighbors as they love themselves.I

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sometimes it hurts to read itsometimes it hurts to breathsmothered in a pleasent wayor one we are lead to believecatered to in a decadent wayor are we slaves to these technological daysi am shamed at what i seethe hidden burden it does not relievethe expectations of ones own self worthcan be found on any labeli hate pink

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Compassion is the best healer.-Lama Zopa Rinpoche, Ultimate Healing

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oh mother, where are you todayoh mother, is everything okyour death has brought me lifei’m not worthy of your painoh motheroh father, where are you todayoh father, is everything okyou brought me lifebut i’m not worthy of your namedear fatherrelease me, release me from my namerelease me, release from this shamerelease me from my pain release me………oh children, where are you todaydear children, is

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Hear me, oh hear meThis is no voice of an angelSee me, oh see meThere’s not a mountain I can serveFeel me, oh feel meDo you dare to touch my soulFind me, oh find meA silent place that I deserveThere’s that little placeWell I can’t take you thereThere’s that secret placeThat I can’t bare to shareThere’s that tragic faceThat takes us to despairWe are there© c.bergsma 1996

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It’s pathetically green with a hint of yellow at the seam and I’m hoping you can smile threw these oddsIt’s cold in here but it’s not what it seems and I’m wondering if you’ve given it any thoughtHe's still standing there with his heart on his sleeveAnd he’s waiting patiently, he’s waiting patientlyHe screams at me while hearts beat like a butterflyWhile the sadness of your soul will follow you

bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00143624661120946019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310719.post-1109125778227726372005-02-22T20:28:00.000-06:002005-04-30T09:22:12.566-05:00

This is about my lifeYou and me togetherWaiting for good weatherThis is what I contributeTo dreams and my realityI’ll sacrifice for you and meI wanted it so badlyI wanted it to beI wanted it so badlyI am worried about tomorrowI am wondering what I’ll seeDeep inside you and meI am asking for forgivenessFor taking more than what I needAnd giving less than I’ve receivedI wanted it so badlyI wanted

bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00143624661120946019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310719.post-1109125665534648182005-02-22T20:26:00.000-06:002005-04-12T21:15:57.526-05:00

I can feel your rainTracing the sound the sound of your painAnd I will be the sameWhen it washes it washes away the blameAnd I am I am I am aliveAnd I am I am I am aliveThere is so much to see, so much to be inside of meWon’t you carry my heart for meWon't you carry my heart for meI will be surprisedYour Living and breathing you have survivedYour Kindness will prevailYour efforts above all will

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look it's been exactly a month so here goes a February HELLO to everyone and ya I'm still here........................

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Usually words are behind all kinds of things. That is why we should take off our shoes when we visit our ancestors.

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Happy 2005........I wonder what the new year will bring. It always seems to feel not so new to me because here we have snow and winter and cold and grey and its depressing. What can I say. Funny though how when you think things are one way they are able to change in just a momment. What is even funnier is when the baker guy at the deli changes the recipe for the brownies and it's just not the

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Let our prayers find there way To the hearts and souls astray Let our strength be there to say We are with you, We are with you Let you bury all the loved ones In a place where they may rest Let you say good bye in peace To all of them, yes all of them Let the sunshine bring you warmth As you follow your new way To a place where you can see FORGIVENESS, FORGIVENESS Let your hearts give all

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Little MAN swimming around in thereTell me where do I go from hereI have questionsAbout myselfAnd I am hurtingLittle man swimming around in thereDo you ever wish you were aliveDo you ever wish you were aliveDO YOU LIKE IT WHEN THINGS ARE SMALLWOULD YOU LIKE IT, IF WE Weren’t HERE AT ALLDo you have questionsAbout yourselfAnd I am hurtingDO YOU LIKE IT AROUND HEREDO YOU EVER WISH YOU were aliveDO

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Hello my name is athena And I come from before Moving around moving down And I have not been here before YOUR Roaming around, YOUR falling down Trying to find YOUR ground I’m finding myself in YOUR darkness Searching around for SOMETHING KIND HATE hey ……….. YOU SAID hey there what’d you say Not much now go away HATE……………………. And how I feel and how YOU FEEL Not much a part of me YOU SAID HATE

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The Idealists called Teachers are abstract in their thought and speech, cooperative in their style of achieving goals, and directive and extraverted in their interpersonal relations. Learning in the young has to be beckoned forth, teased out from its hiding place, or, as suggested by the word "education," it has to be "educed." by an individual with educative capabilities. Such a one is the eNFj,

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ever notice how loud children are......i am having a bad kids day, i feel like i am going to crack. i didn't plan my children very well and i think everyone needs to make sure their children's astrological signs are compatible. mine are not.........this makes for a noisy house around 8:30 pm, not quite bed time but sort of the end of the day, tired children. drive a person to drink. thats my

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somedays i just sit and ponder. education is suppose to bring you to a supposed greater place in this world yet it feels so emotionless and i wonder often what the hell am i doing? i feel like i am two people somedays, the creative one, the one who just wants to be and in being finding the answers to my soul searching questions and then there is the the other person, the smart one, the getting

bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00143624661120946019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310719.post-1100821615484155382004-11-18T17:42:00.000-06:002004-11-18T17:46:55.486-06:00

the sadness comes threw the earth the days are short with little birth the children smile endlessly they can't believe what they see the ancient gods of eden will come to be they'll follow the star into the deep sea where colour is left beyond the clouds here they wait faithfully the urn of their fathers will crumble threw the water of tears unshed way beneath our bed of flowers c. bergsma

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Man will occasionally stumble over the truth, but usually manages to pick himself up, walk over or around it, and carry on.- Winston Churchill

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"I wake up in the morning, and I consciously create my day the way I want it to happen. Now, sometimes, because my mind is examining all the things that I need to get done, it takes me a little bit to settle down, and get to the point, of where I'm actually intentionally creating my day. But here's the thing." "When I create my day, and out of nowhere, little things happen that are so

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It's been a long year Since you've been gone I've been alone here I've grown old I fall to pieces, I'm falling Fell to pieces and I'm still falling Every time I'm falling down All alone I fall to pieces I keep a journal of memories I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe I fall to pieces, I'm falling Fell to pieces and I'm still falling All the years I've tried With more to go Will

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oh, the waterbrings me to my kneesi feel the sorrow in a land of many deceasedoh the places that I've urned to bewithout your inspirationi'm a soul lost at seaShe stand and watches meStaring from the inside outSharing words of unityWatching faces on the groundAnd she’s wonderingAnd she’s wonderingHow we got foundsay, i can see the lightninghow it brightens up the skyeven though i am nakedi can

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I have changedI am not what I said I would beI have changedI have broken all my promises to meI have changedA warrior, a soul untamedI have changedNow I’ll be watching tomorrow while I am here todayYOU Tell me your story, YOU tell me your painBUT DO YOU hear me…..oh PLEASE hear me. .We have changedInto a world full of blameWe have changedInto a world full of painWe have changedWe have Lost our

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fantastic accomplishments  you would think with accomplishments like this we might have learned how to be nice to each other!!!

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well it started out ok and then it all went for a shit after that. the morning was busy with actual work stuff and then i went to tim hortons to get my afternoon dose of wake up and while i wasn't looking i accidently put my smoke into the two sips removed cup of java. to further the funny i didn't realize it until i took my third sip and it tasted funny. yes, i smoke at work. it's the life of a

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In a perfect world I wouldn’t be sitting here Throwing it all away for a comfort that brings more pain In a perfect world all clothing sizes would be the same And we would never grow old or sell our souls for corporate fame In a perfect world, dreams would become reality And children would be free from harm and pain In a perfect world we could breath In my world I would save the trees and

bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00143624661120946019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310719.post-1095127389698669252004-09-13T21:01:00.000-05:002004-09-14T19:56:53.116-05:00

Welcome to the mind unknown The deep disease of weeds we sown I do not know the secret of life But I do know what I can sacrifice The day will come when all will fight The dignity, the might, the right I will return in second life I’ll bow my head at your sight My heart is yours if you find the light While heavy stones hold all tight Then memories return in darkened night Nieve with age is my

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funny how i know i will go days without writing a damn thing but for some reason today being my first day i will write many times. i am still trying to figure out all the perks with the site. how to do this and that. put up a picture, take down a picture, it was a whole ordeal and took a little bit of reading. i love the suggested readings, very interesting and so many people from all over the

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"Star"

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i want all of you i want all of you from your feet up to your mouth every inch of north and south i’ll keep calling you i’ll keep calling you won’t you listen to me say don’t you ever go away will you wait for me? will you wait for me? i’ll be waiting here for you anything that i can do will you think of me? will you think of me? whisper words into your ears i will never bring you tears i want

bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00143624661120946019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310719.post-1095090996925003742004-09-13T10:53:00.000-05:002004-09-13T10:56:36.926-05:00

it's monday the 13, nothing to strange about that except it's monday, usually not an outstanding day of the week and it's the 13th, my lucky number. so here i am writing a blog. never thought it would happen. the whole process was very simple and i am truly impressed. i haven't really even had a chance to decide what this will be for expect i suspect it will turn into an avenue to share my

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