tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25706149357435273792011-10-10T01:07:06.076-07:00Emeraldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729875070901489492noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570614935743527379.post-29889726477814307842009-02-28T07:25:00.000-08:002009-02-28T07:49:02.932-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kCZmNvnIh8/Sala56N6ROI/AAAAAAAAABw/v7bIQJo7Zn4/s1600-h/If_this_was_oz_by_Andruld721.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kCZmNvnIh8/Sala56N6ROI/AAAAAAAAABw/v7bIQJo7Zn4/s320/If_this_was_oz_by_Andruld721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307873586759484642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> A poem to all the people who I have been so fortunate<br /> to have crossed paths with shared laughs,ideas, energies, sounds, flavors, cookies, beer, vibrations, dances, smoke, liquor, late night fires,<br /> joy rides, rain and blankets this is for YOU...........<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kCZmNvnIh8/Salac8sDKQI/AAAAAAAAABo/gPhuHPOkXDg/s1600-h/image006wd9-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kCZmNvnIh8/Salac8sDKQI/AAAAAAAAABo/gPhuHPOkXDg/s320/image006wd9-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307873089206561026" border="0" /></a><br />As i listen to the steady pounding of rain<br />i feel like I am awake during a dream<br />wetness upon my window of pain<br />loud as a whisper, soft as a scream<br /><br />Having crossed a path with such a vibrant soul<br />smile warm as spring<br />warm as a blanket, inside of cold<br /><br />Rain drips down the rooftops of time<br />thinking of all the kindred spirits<br />who I've encountered<br />who have places in my heart<br />and connected in mind<br /><br />Teardrops fall on dry paper<br />of the letter i never wrote<br />I close my eyes tightly<br />Ride my breath on the breeze holding tight to the rope<br /><br />Flashes of photos never taken and trips I've never took<br />Sweet sweet precious life<br />so many things being overlooked<br /><br />Laughter I've had the pleasure of hearing<br />I hold so dear to my heart<br />Kindness I has been most enduring<br />Clever Characters, full of life, so smart<br /><br />My eyes stare down the tunnel of a collection of universal gifts I've taken for granted<br />A pocket full of smiles<br />Getting caught up in this rut we call life, sometimes crooked,sometimes slanted<br /><br />Scooping up the dust<br />I blow out kisses with my hands<br />Kisses coated with gratitude<br />Sending love to every person I never told<br />Right from where I stand<br /><br />a celestial symphony echos down the hallways of my mind<br />the universe speaks the truth<br />listen carefully<br />whatever you need<br />you shall find<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570614935743527379-2988972647781430784?l=dancingonneedles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emeraldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729875070901489492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2570614935743527379.post-73805288457557331992009-02-28T03:58:00.000-08:002009-02-28T04:21:07.925-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kCZmNvnIh8/SakrDrK7VnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xTrCZNBxz_Y/s1600-h/phelps.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kCZmNvnIh8/SakrDrK7VnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/xTrCZNBxz_Y/s320/phelps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307820977960998514" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">All of our love is with you.....</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kCZmNvnIh8/SakqpKaaboI/AAAAAAAAAAY/irL_3u2Kg4U/s1600-h/DanceAir.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kCZmNvnIh8/SakqpKaaboI/AAAAAAAAAAY/irL_3u2Kg4U/s320/DanceAir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307820522490982018" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></span></span><br />To an angel I met amongst the desert dust<br />to a beautiful free spirit called Hollis<br />To a lovely lady who I had only spent such a short time<br />to a strong woman, a fighter, with a beautiful mind<br />to a bird of another feather a unique beauty<br />with her boots with her leather<br />to one tough cookie a soldier who will fight the battle and win<br />to A bird who can fly with one wing and a fish who could swim with one fin<br />As we all breath in deeply, while you sleep in a deep slumber<br />we exhale in one mighty breath and bring forth the thunder<br />There may be many great storms sweet princess<br />But there is no storm that could ever conquer such a crusader as Hollis<br /><br />All of my love, energy, thoughts, hopes, and prayers are with you Hollis along with your friends and family!!! kisses hugs and love...<br />all the way from Atlanta ga<br />love<br />emerald (georgia)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2570614935743527379-7380528845755733199?l=dancingonneedles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emeraldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729875070901489492noreply@blogger.com1