Abandoned dreams
sitting in decay
in the hills above
a home of yesterday
void of life and love...
Monday, August 6, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Days of a life
All those experiences we've had during our lives can be gone in a flash, really, an instant is all it takes. That's not such a bad thing, but over the years a lot of family history can be lost.
If you're like me, you may have parents that are getting up there in years whose memories are becoming more unreliable, making it hard to separate fact from fiction, and that will only get worse.
I'm lucky and have a good relationship with my mom, and enjoy spending time with her, and helping her around her place.
The thing that I've found extremely rewarding is helping her with setting up a Facebook page (though it's not about being on Facebook), scanning old photos, listening to stories (though you get the hear the same ones over and over), and posting this info online (with discretion) so that other family members who live in far off places can enjoy it.
My mother has kept journals and written poetry for most of her life, so we've been able to build her a blog, and a Google Plus page.
The point of all of this has been to really engage with my mom, cull interesting stories I've forgotten about, and to share with family.
Our memories of special moments don't have to be lost like tears in the rain. We can pass them along. It's like curating family treasures before they get lost to the sands of time, and building a stronger connection to your roots.
The days of a life count for something, and that should never be forgotten.
If you're like me, you may have parents that are getting up there in years whose memories are becoming more unreliable, making it hard to separate fact from fiction, and that will only get worse.
I'm lucky and have a good relationship with my mom, and enjoy spending time with her, and helping her around her place.
The thing that I've found extremely rewarding is helping her with setting up a Facebook page (though it's not about being on Facebook), scanning old photos, listening to stories (though you get the hear the same ones over and over), and posting this info online (with discretion) so that other family members who live in far off places can enjoy it.
My mother has kept journals and written poetry for most of her life, so we've been able to build her a blog, and a Google Plus page.
The point of all of this has been to really engage with my mom, cull interesting stories I've forgotten about, and to share with family.
Our memories of special moments don't have to be lost like tears in the rain. We can pass them along. It's like curating family treasures before they get lost to the sands of time, and building a stronger connection to your roots.
The days of a life count for something, and that should never be forgotten.
Empty seats
I miss innocence
childhood friends
who only visit now
for a moment or two
in early waking hours
a lift when down...
childhood friends
who only visit now
for a moment or two
in early waking hours
a lift when down...
Friday, August 3, 2012
Fused
Voices beckoning from the night
hiding behind eternal darkness
come - come - come
reptilian waste scattered
across the barren desert highway
deceit calls out from beyond the black
hideous relief found in plight
bring salvation, take way the night
end this dream, turn on the light
hiding behind eternal darkness
come - come - come
reptilian waste scattered
across the barren desert highway
deceit calls out from beyond the black
hideous relief found in plight
bring salvation, take way the night
end this dream, turn on the light
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Loose
Unused pieces of the day,
lost in shadows of neglect,
to taunt us with vague memories...
and search though we may,
recollections don't connect,
leaving doubts and worries...
all pieces of yesterday
lost in shadows of neglect,
to taunt us with vague memories...
and search though we may,
recollections don't connect,
leaving doubts and worries...
all pieces of yesterday
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Quarters
Lenny couldn't by a song,
not to save his life,
he'd lost that at the tables,
the rest at the slots...
He took a chance,
and lost....
not to save his life,
he'd lost that at the tables,
the rest at the slots...
He took a chance,
and lost....
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