Spooky

He ( OK, maybe she ) is elusive. Silent, stands in the water patiently waiting for a small fish to swim within reach. Ive tried to get close to Spooky for a year now to get a decent photo, but the moment I make a move Spooky takes flight. Watching Spooky fly is amazing. Graceful, yet prehistoric in many ways, as he looks like a pterodactyl with his huge wings and legs sticking straight out behind him. Unlike the other water fowl on my lake, the ducks, the geese and Romeo the Trumpeter Swan who waddle and quack their way right up on my patio like old friends at a free buffet...Spooky is a solitary and shy Blue Heron. Today however, he allowed me to walk out on the patio, step to the edge with my camera and actually let me take several photos as he walked past. So for me the wait was well worth it. I wonder where he came from, and where he goes when hes not standing like a statue in the lake, or if there is another Blue Heron waiting for Spooky somewhere to bring home take out.

Pray 4 The People

Maybe if the World came together

And put all our differences aside

Became one voice

Calling out for Mercy

Let God know we still care

Maybe he will look down upon us

And take us in his hands

And comfort those in need

Give hope to those trapped

Send a light to the ones lost

To the ones holding on

Just a little more time

A little more strength

Enough to survive

To reach out

Strength to call out

God save us

Cold Fire

Standing here

In the middle of the fire

Watchin the walls burn

Feelin my heart turn

Hard as a rock

Cold as stone

A cold fire

Look away

And when the walls fall

How will you deal with it

This time

By the light

Of the cold fire

You see your reflection

Ah love in the darkness

Should be kept in the night

Never to see the light

Never to see the truth

Always gonna get burned

Fire and ice

A dangerous combination

Ah but destiny rules

And the walls will fall

One more time

In the cold cold fire

The Poet and The Outlaw

I like the silence
I like the intensity
I like the words that flow
Its like a drug
You can’t get enuff
You want to go higher and higher
Push the limits
Till you can’t take anymore
Still you come right back
It’s a wild lifestyle
Riding the Ninth Wave
With the Poet and the Outlaw
All the dangers
Of discovery surround us
But were drawn together
By something greater
Something stronger
Than we comprehend
So in the shadows
In the darkness
Is where we rule the night
In the shadows
Where no light
Can illuminate the secrets
Of the Poet and the Outlaw

Changing Times

Every day, it is one disaster after another. A 7.9 Quake struck China, 9000 plus...dead. This is on the heels of the Cyclone in Myanmar, that may have killed 100,000 people. Tornadoes have ravaged the United States, as well as Earthquakes in places in the states where the ground used to be firm. Is Mother Nature fed up? I'm sure she is, and why wouldn't she be, considering how we have treated this Planet we call out Home. The Ice is melting, the world is in flux and we are standing here with looks of amazement on our faces. We shouldn't be amazed, we should be scrambling to find a way to put all these things right. People call this the "End Times" , they speak of doomsday and prophecy and Armageddon. Our economy is ruined, gas is getting higher every day and there is no real end in sight. How will we be able to go to work in a year, when gas is $8.00 a gallon? There is no simple answer and America is in for a big wake up call. I have friends who I speak with about UFO's and Aliens and to be honest, if I were passing through this part of the Universe and Earth was on the Galaxy Tour, I would shake my head and ask for my money back. Intelligent life? Im not so sure. We cant get along with one another, much less tolerate another species who just might be higher on the galactic food chain. And you know if Jesus himself were to appear somewhere in the World, nobody would take him serious. They would demand a green card, and ID, a DNA test and if he didnt have good credit, well, he couldnt possibly be anybody important. Walking on water wouldnt be much of a miracle, now that David Blaine can hold his breath under water for 20 minutes on Oprah. I wonder where it will all end?