Packing my bag

I have a bag made of

burlap

Rough and stronng to last a

long lifetime.

No one can see it,

But it was given to mee one under the stars before

I was three.

It hides from veiw all the bad that is me.

Along the way I packed it full of all bad me so that

after awhile even I could not see.

Don’t be angry,selfish,lazy or unkind

so in my bag went these

bad things that were me.

If you nothing nice to say,

say nothing.

Speak only the" truth"

So in myy bag I packed my voice.

Little pictures have big ears

Too many things that you shouldn't hear.

About the neighbor recently divorced now

"Mysteriously" dead,

The uncle's latest drunken rage.

And women who bleed

And men who love the night,

putting their hands where they ought not to be, whispering words into tiny ears

So into my burlap bag i packked mmy ears.

There are many things that are good to see,

like flowers in bloom or the gently rolling sea

But even more numerous are things better left out of site

Such as knock down drag out fights in the night

And bruises on faces arms and legs

And women who bleed.

So in my bag i packed my eyes

And now there is nothing to see or hear or say.

Except all the standard clices

All those who see and think they know the real me

See onlyy the shell of a woman who silently bleeds

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Pencil drawing. jesus weeps over damaged childdren

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heaven and hell

there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, > you see, so we">"No problem, just let me in," says the Senator.. > "Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll > do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can > choose where to spend eternity." > "Really?, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the > Senator. > "I'm sorry, but we have our rules." > And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, > down, down to hell. > The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf > course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are > all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. > Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, > shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while > getting rich at the expense of the people. > They played > a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the > finest champagne. > Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is > having a good time dancing and telling jokes. > They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes > it, it is time to go. > Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator > rises... > The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. > Peter is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven.." > So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented > souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They > have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by > and St. Peter returns. > "Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now > choose your eternity." > The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: > "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been > delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell." > So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down > to hell.. > Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren > land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed > in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more > trash falls from above. > The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders. > "I don't understand," stammers the Senator. > "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and > we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great > time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look > miserable. > What happened?" > > The devil smiles at him and says, > "Yesterday we were campaigning ... > Today, you voted.." > Vote wisely on November 6, 2012 > Fool me once shame on me, Fool me twice and we are all in BIG Trouble (via Dave Glinski)'>> HEAVEN AND HELL> > While walking down the street one day a Corrupt Senator was tragically > hit by a car and died. > His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. > "Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems > there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, > you see, so we're not sure what to do with you." > "No problem, just let me in," says the Senator.. > "Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll > do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can > choose where to spend eternity." > "Really?, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the > Senator. > "I'm sorry, but we have our rules." > And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, > down, down to hell. > The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf > course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are > all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. > Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, > shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while > getting rich at the expense of the people. > They played > a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the > finest champagne. > Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is > having a good time dancing and telling jokes. > They are all having such a good time that before the Senator realizes > it, it is time to go. > Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator > rises... > The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. > Peter is waiting for him, "Now it's time to visit heaven.." > So, 24 hours passed with the Senator joining a group of contented > souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They > have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by > and St. Peter returns. > "Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now > choose your eternity." > The Senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: > "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been > delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell." > So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down > to hell.. > Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren > land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed > in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more > trash falls from above. > The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders. > "I don't understand," stammers the Senator. > "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and > we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great > time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look > miserable. > What happened?" > > The devil smiles at him and says, > "Yesterday we were campaigning ... > Today, you voted.." > Vote wisely on November 6, 2012 > Fool me once shame on me, Fool me twice and we are all in BIG Trouble (via Dave Glinski)

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I'm Sorry but I'm Not

I'm sorry but I'm not

And now theres no one

And now there is nowhere.

Do you know anyone who cares?

And people come

And peoplle go

And life goes on.

But maybe one day this world will stop

And do you know anyone who cares?

Who is my friend?

I have none.

Who is my family?

There is no one at all.

No love only pain

You are useful? You are productivve?

Hey! That's great!!

Give me mine give me mine,

And don't give it too late.

And do you know anyone who cares?

"I am a friend to the end" they'll always say.

And the emotions are bankrupt

And then aren't there.

When you die they'll all say

"She was gracious and kind"

But all they ever did was f**k with your mind

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John Irving, The Cider House Rules

I generally like John Irving's stories but The Cider House Rules I am finding a bit annoying because in 201_  I can not see the reason for writing the date that way. Other than that I am enjoying the story

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Irsh bleessing

This Blessing Is For You

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This thing called van

Wowza! Our person has this thing called van! Some nice lady called sunshine brought her the thing called van. But i was a little worried cuz our person sprunged a leak! I asked Chirp about the leak,she way smarter about people. "Oh it nothing really Radar people leak like that when they're happy or sad. You really need to slow down a bit and pay attention pup!" I dont understand that pay attention stuff. Huh how do you pay moneys to attention? I don't even know what attention is! But anywho our person stoped leaking and Chrip and me have got to go rides in this thing called van. It is way cool! We go to places called parks. Me and Chirp get to get out n play. I think i like this thing called van

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