Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Friday, January 07, 2011
Tom, Hannah and Stephanie Penofsky, my cousins :-)
You are a beautiful family and I love you
very much.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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
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
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
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