Thank you all for reading and understanding. Life and love have as many different feelings as the rocks in my walls. To build a wall with the one you love is by far the most exhilerating project of all. I hope all my friends find another mason to join you in building your own wall together, it has taught me many things.



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You know, I can feel it here in Ohio. I am sooooo glad your Happy Mom. Life is grand when someone can share the same dreams.
My best to you and wolf, one of these days we'll have to get together and have some fun.



G

Lets see if that rope is still around here, sounds like we need a necktie party. AND some JELLO




G

I am soooooooooo happy for you. Maybe next time we come to L.A. we will see you and your friend.



G

I spent countless times reading this. Poe was the first I could ever understand. The worst part was teachers wouldn't let me read his work. Told me I was too young to understand. Thats a tough thing to swallow at the ripe old age of 10. LOL

This poem still gives me goosebumps even today.



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How many walls are there? Walls can be made of brick or stone. They may be made in rows of bricks or cobbled together in random order.

I see how one mason used a brick that was rectangular; it was well placed to the end of another. Stacked upon one another they follow a straight line and reach a set height. The mortar that holds them together is wiped clean; leaving creases uniform in size so as to look normal and looking clean and pleasant to the eye.

I wonder if my life would have been different had I been one of those bricks that was identical to the one next to me. If I had fit together with the rest of the world around me would I be different? I wonder if I am one of those bricks that were discarded because I didn’t fit in.

As I look at another wall I see how even the most random of odd shaped rocks can form a pattern. I see one starting the first row, its rather large and triangular in shape; the mason has found another of similar size yet longer. He flipped it around several times to see the pattern in his mind and sets it next to the other. This continues for hours as the mason finds shapes that fit together. He molds this wall in an imaginary line to its conclusion. Sorting stones as he fits them into the pattern conceived only by him. This wall seems to grow from nothing, getting higher, wider at some points than at others. As I look at the mortar it seems to take on a life of its own. It is oozing out from the seems at some points and at others it is wiped clean.

What appeared to be a pile of rocks was turned into a thing of beauty. Ornate in its stature it comes alive as to say I am different from the others. I am not like any other you have seen before; I am one of a kind.

Ask yourself something, have we built these walls in our own lives or has a mason flipped us around till we fit in? Who is the mason in your life? Am I one of a kind or do I strive to fit in with the others? What are these walls we have built around us? Are they to protect us or are they to keep others out?

Thoughts and emotions are the walls in our lives, built by a manner in which only we understand. The mortar is those ideas we keep around us, they are the bond we make with friends and relatives that hold us together.

What kind of wall are you? Can the mortar hold us together? Can the love we hold inside be the catalyst that makes these bonds strong? Will this wall ever be finished? Or will it forever grow as the love inside creates more friends to bond with????????

Thanks for the Jacket, I hope you didn't need it though. I gave it to the chickens to keep warm. It didn't fit me very well and it came apart at the seams.



G

Its cold here by the pond, it looks like it might be freezing over.

Anyone for a cup of tea?



G

Leaves they fall unto the ground,
Some will rake them to a mound.
Then they burn them to an ash,
Others put them in the trash.

Trees are left bare to the bone,
Cold will chill us to the bone.
Some will fall unto the axe,
Others fall with broken backs.

Warm the souls within this fire,
Heated trees in burning desire.
One more season come n gone,
Cold as ice the coming dawn.

Think of life I watch n ponder,
All my thoughts to sit n wonder.
If the things I’ve seen in trees,
Will progress as I please.

Watching rivers to n fro,
Where they grow I’ll never know.
As the leaves float down the stream,
Just as life or in a dream.

Dreams of life are just like trees,
Falling down unto my knees.
I will watch and rake them in,
As the beauty deep within.

In our souls are leaves of gold,
Falling down has been foretold.
More will grow each passing season,
There is always more to reason.

Think of life as these trees,
Leaves are falling to our knees.
They will grow back we all know,
As our dreams come we will grow.

Growing taller than before,
Love will blossom evermore.
Love the seasons as you please
Will you grow up, like these trees.

G

Wait a Min Poet, I'm not lost my friends told me where to go.













Now where is that Fire extinguisher its getting a little hot down here


















G

Hunting on this lonely road,
Searching for that single toad.
Will I find a buck tonight,
Will he flee before my sight.

Seeing racks of heavenly bliss,
Will I hit or will I miss.
We will be in a disguise,
Who is smarter, who is wise.

Hoping now to find the one,
Just before the setting sun.
Perched in trees or in a blind,
Peer intently in my mind.

Minds of life and in death,
Killing cells or killing meth.
Death to those who cannot see,
Life and joy will set you free.

Free to find a buck to shoot,
On this perch I hear him toot.
Call him in to see his rack,
Aim with grace and see his stack.

Twelve or more points I can see,
Scarred and tattered like a tree.
He is closer and I fear,
I will miss as he comes near.

As I turn to let it fly,
He looks at me in the eye.
Strength and glory in his soul,
Calls to me, it payed a toll.

As I lift my weapon to the sky,
Fears and battles make me cry.
Tears tonight fall from this knight,
I almost lost this hunt tonight.

I can see how that buck knew,
As he saw my eyes of blue.
I was like him in a hunt,
We did find it with a grunt.

Peace I found when I looked on,
Travels long and in the dawn.
If you wish to hunt with me,
Climbing perches in the tree.

Think of life were on the hunt,
Two steps back you'll here a grunt.
Listen closely to the trees,
Hear these words as you please.

Hunting for a buck tonight,
I found a friend Oh what a sight.
Sighting in a noble deed,
Watching like that noble steed.

Now I think of what I found,
Walking on his noble ground.
Of a life I was to take,
Just to hunt I can't forsake.

Now I drive to my home,
Love within I do not roam.
I turn the key just my luck.
As I think of that big buck.

He was caught in my sight,
Seeing death in the night.
Nite my friend enjoy your hunt,
Find that doe with a grunt.

As I drive into the night,
Wisps of fog and guiding light.
Hunters of these bucks with sight,
Seeing hunts within this knight.

Boogie Down and get it on, its a great way to excercise.



G

To call you friend is hard indeed,
When you write for those in need.
When we call each other Friend,
Life and Friendship till the end.

I have enjoyed your words and it seems we have more in common than others. Hope to meet you someday.



G

Wench

I think you will find that those who post in this thread are far from Dis-organized. We might be a little scatter-brained at times however we as a group have organized ourselves into the church of Free Will.

Yup were free of the $hit that others call organized religion.



G

As I peer into the sunset I see the hues of reds and oranges. I recall these colors from a dream long ago forgotten. The happiness I find in these colors were of times past. My family is always near, they seem to know of my travels yet never speak of them. These travels in time seem to be lost to those who never dream, and those who dream are forever cursed in knowing what they have lost.

These colors seem to slip away on the horizons of my dreams. They twist and turn in the winds of time, blowing towards the setting sun. Chasing it, trying to catch a glimpse of the future the wind slows knowing it is unable to catch the sun in all its warmth and light. Again the darkness falls on the horizon, cold to the touch. Barren wastelands on the horizons creeping out the the fog seem to be laughing at the winds of time.

Tomorrow the winds will see the dawn of a new day and will laugh at the fog as the new morning dries the dew. The wastelands become fields of green blossoming warmth as the winds seek knowledge from the colors of the dawn.

I often wonder if my life is as these colors of life. Will I laugh like the wind and the fog? Maybe I will stand in awe of the majestic colors and revel in knowing these colors could not occur without both the moisture from the fog and the wind to carry it to the plains of my minds eye.

Would you laugh?



G

It is said the sweetest part of an onion is the center, and to get there many tears can be shed.



G

Thank you all for understanding. I just picked him up, he was over 20 miles away soaked and hungry. I am sure he will be sleeping soon.



G

I found Fred, now if only I could find Galahad. I just hope he is playing wondering Minstel......



G

A tear falls upon this face,
That kid of mine is lost someplace.
He walked away the other day,
Where he went I could not say.

He brings a smile for those who see,
Whats inside, his little plea.
I wonder when he will come home,
I sit forlorned beside the phone.

I wish he would come home for me,
I shed a tear where none can see.
I know this pain may soon subside,
I feel I failed my thoughts they hide.

Hidden in a place I see,
Deep within they cannot see.
I can feel what I will miss,
A bark, a scratch, a little wisp.

The wisp I felt so long ago,
I keep it in a place I know.
To know this pain I hold within,
To heal inside I must begin.

Let it out this tear of gold,
Tears of life I cannot hold.
Within my heart, in my soul,
To let it out is my goal.

Crying know because he's gone,
Remembering now a blisfull dawn.
When he came back into my life,
Knowing then from my X wife.

If I pray with deep meanings,
Will he come back to relieve my feelings.
Of deep remorse and painfull knowing,
Where he sleeps, and exploring.

Explore as you may these passing days,
Your bowl is full, I see in haze.
Hazy dreams may see me through,
Through the times that I miss you.

Hear my friend my silent scream,
Feel my prayer, remember I dream.
Memories of the times we talked,
Through the snow, and rain we walked.

Now I end this wordy prayer,
For my friend who's fur is layered.
Come back soon, this prayer I send,
Warm my feet,and be my friend.