Mist of Weary
I am floating, it seems so real and I really don't like where my sleep captain is taking me. He is like the ghost of times past, never letting me free of my indignities. Just imagine a night without you in my dreams, I would love that, oh how wondrous it would be to visit others from times gone by.
I would drift on a sea of neon stars and kiss the moon as I raise my head. There are ways to make sure you won't become my permanent pillow of restlessness.
All I have to do is call upon the name of my true God and ask in his sons name that you be cast out. He will see to it that you are vanished from my thoughts as long as I do the right thing.
You are a devil and something I despise; you have no real name because you call yourself so many.
At least once in our lifetime each of us is given the experience of knowing true joy. Blessed by the aura of His golden throne we may be so fortunate as to realize that when we expire from life and go toward His presence, we will have no gender, no remorse, and no cries of sleeplessness.
We shall have all of the things that combine themselves into one, glory, life everlasting and lovely wings like beautiful angels have.
It’s nice to think about living in a spirit world, almost an impossible thought but nice none the less.
If I were there I would fly constantly because in my dreams I fly and I can soar anywhere from any place and as high as I like.
Okay, enough of these day dreams of mine, I have a question for you! Do you remember the times we danced? I saw you looking around the place to see who was there. That was not the first time I saw your eyes looking for someone else. Oh sure, it’s okay because I kept it to myself most of the time. One time I did mention it to you and you laughed it off like I was a jealous fool.
I want you to know about this little tale that wraps itself around my head. It’s a tale of love and whoa, the kind of song that need never be sung. It needn't be sung because I love you so.
You are my life and breath, sun and sea. I wish you no harm, just come here to me. Kiss me long and deep, never speak, just stare into my eyes with a look of no regret. I will keep you from harm if you stay right here in my arms. You say what? That you need to go? Well do it then, I am tired, I am weary, I am mist and you are dust. I had no use for you then and I have none now. I have no use for any of you who used and abused me mentally and physically to an extent of harming my thought cycle by exploiting my dreams.
Go away devil; stop confusing me because you know my weakness! I ban you from all that is good; go into the mist of weary for that is where you belong. Die there and leave me alone!
By JvS © Gilda Schaal December 9th, 2006
Monday, November 22, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
September 11th, 2001
My Tribute
September 11th, 2001, a day when the world cried for the loss of innocent souls and the horror that befell a peace loving nation. Over and over again the television flashed the fated demise of the twin towers in N.Y.C. Who would ever imagine that such hideous acts of inhumanity would crumble the icons of world trade as we knew it. Not only a horrid and senseless loss of lives were felt by families and friends as well as every caring human on the civilized earth, but the loss of trade information and whole city blocks were taken away within hours. In a wake of disaster, thousands of people were lost in the rubble of destruction by the hands of the sultans of Satan. Unholy demons in human form, insidious terrorists with no regard for the children of the earth, took from the United States, a sense of safety.
Osama Bin laden and his cohorts in terror, planned a lethal attack on our nation with callus aforethought, they delighted in the vision of our misery.
This terrible tragedy will never be forgotten. Should a day come that one soul forgets this heinous crime against men, women and children that will be the day when all have perished.
Lest we not forget that not only the trade centers were attacked but people were navigated to their deaths in planes piloted by evil men who crept into the cockpits of our jet liners with ease.
Early that morning, America stood still as they watched the attack on the pentagon. We listened intently to the news media on September 11th, 2001, report the events of what was happening on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania, carrying valuable cargo (human beings) who knew they were going to die and did so willingly to save our nations white house and the people who would have been doomed to certain death when their plane would strike the building where our presidents base of operations lie.
N.Y.C. and the surrounding boroughs were closed down to ingress and egress as our armed forces and National Guard took over to intervene on any additional attacks that might occur.
Our harbors were filled with navy ships ready to defend our city. Bridges were closed and searches for the scoundrels who made off like thieves in the night were started by every law enforcement body in the nation.
Our waterways and reservoirs were protected as the air traffic and major cities and towns leading to them were manned by government agencies and volunteers. These brave people, in an attempt to protect our citizens from further harm by terrorist action via germ warfare, are to be commended.
Out of the rubble and dust through screams and tears, we as common people united together in love for each other and for our country. We stood in unity to show our dignity among friends and nations. We the people of the United States have joined our hands in prayer to fight wickedness.
We are one nation, under God, indivisible, for liberty and justice for each and every individual.
Let us dedicate ourselves to unity and friendship, by giving back that which may have been lost. We can heal old wounds and open new friendships. My hope is for old friends who have parted way's to come together with a better understanding of each other and for
new friends to bond. Our dream quest is simple, it simply means joining hands, caring for one another and creating a common bond. Through willingness, courteousness and the dignity that lies deep within our soul we can accomplish many of our goals.
We are people of great substance, our ideologies are basic and easy to display.
If we have anything to show for the lives we have led, let us show decency and respect to the world by coming together in forgiveness and love.
Let us never ever forget who we are and may we walk in the sun and remember, September 11th, 2001.
By: Gilda V. Schaal
aka JvS
September 11th, 2001, a day when the world cried for the loss of innocent souls and the horror that befell a peace loving nation. Over and over again the television flashed the fated demise of the twin towers in N.Y.C. Who would ever imagine that such hideous acts of inhumanity would crumble the icons of world trade as we knew it. Not only a horrid and senseless loss of lives were felt by families and friends as well as every caring human on the civilized earth, but the loss of trade information and whole city blocks were taken away within hours. In a wake of disaster, thousands of people were lost in the rubble of destruction by the hands of the sultans of Satan. Unholy demons in human form, insidious terrorists with no regard for the children of the earth, took from the United States, a sense of safety.
Osama Bin laden and his cohorts in terror, planned a lethal attack on our nation with callus aforethought, they delighted in the vision of our misery.
This terrible tragedy will never be forgotten. Should a day come that one soul forgets this heinous crime against men, women and children that will be the day when all have perished.
Lest we not forget that not only the trade centers were attacked but people were navigated to their deaths in planes piloted by evil men who crept into the cockpits of our jet liners with ease.
Early that morning, America stood still as they watched the attack on the pentagon. We listened intently to the news media on September 11th, 2001, report the events of what was happening on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania, carrying valuable cargo (human beings) who knew they were going to die and did so willingly to save our nations white house and the people who would have been doomed to certain death when their plane would strike the building where our presidents base of operations lie.
N.Y.C. and the surrounding boroughs were closed down to ingress and egress as our armed forces and National Guard took over to intervene on any additional attacks that might occur.
Our harbors were filled with navy ships ready to defend our city. Bridges were closed and searches for the scoundrels who made off like thieves in the night were started by every law enforcement body in the nation.
Our waterways and reservoirs were protected as the air traffic and major cities and towns leading to them were manned by government agencies and volunteers. These brave people, in an attempt to protect our citizens from further harm by terrorist action via germ warfare, are to be commended.
Out of the rubble and dust through screams and tears, we as common people united together in love for each other and for our country. We stood in unity to show our dignity among friends and nations. We the people of the United States have joined our hands in prayer to fight wickedness.
We are one nation, under God, indivisible, for liberty and justice for each and every individual.
Let us dedicate ourselves to unity and friendship, by giving back that which may have been lost. We can heal old wounds and open new friendships. My hope is for old friends who have parted way's to come together with a better understanding of each other and for
new friends to bond. Our dream quest is simple, it simply means joining hands, caring for one another and creating a common bond. Through willingness, courteousness and the dignity that lies deep within our soul we can accomplish many of our goals.
We are people of great substance, our ideologies are basic and easy to display.
If we have anything to show for the lives we have led, let us show decency and respect to the world by coming together in forgiveness and love.
Let us never ever forget who we are and may we walk in the sun and remember, September 11th, 2001.
By: Gilda V. Schaal
aka JvS
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Writings by Kat, a Porchswingpoet
My friend Kat is my favorite Poet of all time. Her writings mesmerize me, I find that once I begin to read whatever Kat writes that I have to keep reading. There are not many writers who can hold my attention so I am in awe of that alone..lol Go to her site, have a look for yourself and when you do let me know what you think of it. Better yet, let Kat know as every writer loves praise for what they do and if you have any criticism it is not a bad thing to point that out to an author because we learn by others input. I am sure that you will enjoy the writings of Kat Groenbeck.
http://www.porchswingpoet.blogspot.com/
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Blogging
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Blogging is a great way to leave pictures and your thoughts and information to each member of your family while you are living and after you pass. Blogger gives people easy tools to use so that your blog can look great and you know your family and friends will be proud of what you gave to them, it is a source of enjoyment.
Blogging is a creative proccess, it is fun and relaxing.
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Blogging is a great way to leave pictures and your thoughts and information to each member of your family while you are living and after you pass. Blogger gives people easy tools to use so that your blog can look great and you know your family and friends will be proud of what you gave to them, it is a source of enjoyment.
Blogging is a creative proccess, it is fun and relaxing.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
From my writings
Times
In centuries that passed us by so many people lived to die.
Their souls flew on a rainbow high and hover still above the sky.
The souls of long ago are watching us below.
Loving us for who we are and not for what we sow.
Little neon ghosts are flitting passed the stars.
We are passing buildings in our little neon cars.
Milky ways and moon beams are shining in the heavens.
We are counting days gone by in six and eight and sevens.
Angels hang around to watch us leap and bound.
You'll never hear an angel cry, you only hear their heavenly sound.
Amidst the muck and mire our lives hang on a wire.
We'd rather be on rainbows than in the devils fire.
In centuries that passed so many years ago.
Soldiers were sent forth to plod the clean white snow.
They march to conquer for an emperor's greedy wrath.
Souls were left for dead in a raging bloody path.
Where there were no people, the land was left to grow.
Filtering the sunshine so winds could cleanly blow.
Hallowed be the woman who leaves her babe alone.
Upon her babies casket she will throw her limb and bone.
Give to me your love and call me to your womb.
Never let me hear the sigh of repentance or of doom.
I'll give to you your namesake on this very day.
If only you'll be happy and come with me to play.
By: JvS ©
In centuries that passed us by so many people lived to die.
Their souls flew on a rainbow high and hover still above the sky.
The souls of long ago are watching us below.
Loving us for who we are and not for what we sow.
Little neon ghosts are flitting passed the stars.
We are passing buildings in our little neon cars.
Milky ways and moon beams are shining in the heavens.
We are counting days gone by in six and eight and sevens.
Angels hang around to watch us leap and bound.
You'll never hear an angel cry, you only hear their heavenly sound.
Amidst the muck and mire our lives hang on a wire.
We'd rather be on rainbows than in the devils fire.
In centuries that passed so many years ago.
Soldiers were sent forth to plod the clean white snow.
They march to conquer for an emperor's greedy wrath.
Souls were left for dead in a raging bloody path.
Where there were no people, the land was left to grow.
Filtering the sunshine so winds could cleanly blow.
Hallowed be the woman who leaves her babe alone.
Upon her babies casket she will throw her limb and bone.
Give to me your love and call me to your womb.
Never let me hear the sigh of repentance or of doom.
I'll give to you your namesake on this very day.
If only you'll be happy and come with me to play.
By: JvS ©
Monday, July 19, 2010
Uncle Willie and Aunt Rita
I was pleasantly surprised when my cousin Anthony
Justi sent this picture to my email.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Kev with his best bud Brandon Peterson
I stayed at Kevins in Tampa for a few days this
past winter. I had a great time with him and
Brandon.
Anthony Riozzi
My friend Fran's handsome grandson. Anthony recently
finished his basic training at Camp Lejuene in S.C.
Anthony is the son of proud parents Lorraine and
Albert Riozzi.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
My cousins Anthony and John
( Anthony standing behind John )
John has long since passed away but he is remembered with so much love.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
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