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our senses and why

some of you will remember the post about the hats and shoes we wear .... this blog post is along the same lines, except takes it a bit further



i thought about favorite colors and why
i thought about preferences in textures and why
i thought about tastes in fruits and vegetables and why


my favorite colors are blue, green, and purple -- but i like red and yellow too ...

i prefer cotton rather than nylon -- but silk is nice too ...

most fruits are very good and many vegetables too, but a good steak is the best in my opinion.


the true question is 'why'

the answer i don't always know, the ... 'why'

because i like it that way, because that is how i feel, because!

what are your answers, what makes you (why) decide?

i request you add to the questions that we ask ourselves and why.



bath water should be hot, unless you are in a natural spring -- think i should visit florida again!

goes along the same lines as ........

well, it does -- i can't seem to remember what i was supposed to forget (maybe that is backwards?)


we follow the rules, we participate fairly
you break my back, you hold me down clearly
i reject this attack, i object assertively


will this torture end in a lifetime?
will this reign take a life?
will this continue to drive through the generations?





sadly, i think corporate america and international communitees are (and have been for decades) taking advantage of human resources to no avail. the promises, the excuses, the lies, and the false-truths -- too bad for us, but worse for humanity. has it always been this way since we became 'civilized' ???

this is not what i signed up for. this is not what was going to happen when i put a good effort into it. i've dedicated a long while into working for the corporations and what have i gotten in return .......

a lousy wage, a long work day, a kick in the ass. i wish i hadn't signed up for this one!


i wish i would have forgotten what is was supposed to have remembered
maybe then i could never remember what is was supposed to have forgotten
and i would not be as confussed and frustrated as i am with this CRAP!

can't seem to remember .....

i can't seem to remember what i was thinking about earlier . . .

it had something to do with the things that i was thinking about . . .

and then, i had to do something more important and i can't seem to recall . . .

what it was i was going to write down.


it was not important, nor was it urgent

it was not mind-changing, nor was it impressive

it was only something i wanted to express




but for now, it is gone.

(sidenote: maybe it'll come back to me in a minute -- ha, ha) thanks for reading the show!

never-ending road

along a road that winds with twists
many bumps and holes to navigate


along a trip of miles and miles
many steep inclines and rapid decents


towards our destination of a lifetime
we creep


towards a point of reaching that goal
we find


yet another goal waiting
to appreciate.



another never-ending road to navigate?

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i wrote this today and i have a bit of history behing my words. thanks for reading ya'll!

sometimes i feel powerless and unimportant in this life. sometimes i feel my strengths are forgotten. i think you all feel the same sometimes also. i hope the never-ending road takes you down a goal to find another to navigate. i'm stuck in limbo right now, but i have an idea only a slight curve in my road will make all the difference!

again, thanks for reading my friends. deborah.

these times last far too long

and so my friends i post again a 'writing on a whim' piece . . . . i hope it isn't too boring, but i don't know what my mind is doing. living in a fog . . . .



spring winds are blowing

the sun is shining

birds are singing

a renewed day

i sit waiting

to begin again


these times last far too long



between them i am caught

like a kite that can't take flight

like a seed -- trying to root

the ground is so hard and dry here



may your days find you in a warm moist enviornment where growing will bring you fruit.
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that is writing on a whim .... maybe you'll be inspired to write your own whim. feel free to share your whim with me this day.

those hidden happenings

i've been experiencing hidden things (happenings) that make one (me) feel priviledged.

like when you come home to find that no love was lost while you were gone.

like when you go to visit and there are many who welcome your presence.

like when you become 'a fly on the wall' and see things in a different perspective.



these hidden happenings . . . .

can we capture them in photos?

can we repeat them in rhymn?

can we ever express the feelings so true?



they happen to all of us. they've happened to me and to you. most of you have been able to express them in your blogs and with your photos and art, but there are more hidden happenings never shown . . . .

i know there are many more, because you are all so gifted in expressing emotion.


i post this today to express my appreciation for hidden happenings. i bid you peace and love in your lives. the talents you share are worth more than all the wealth of any nation.

standing here, i sit

while pondering this life and time

i stand before the fortress of mankind


with promise of primetime

i sit between those fine lines


stand here, sit there, become one



is this really a team effort?

quietly beginning

this feeling of being, but not being there

overwhelming sense of feelings to share

hearing, seeing, reading, so much to bare


yet not touching upon the moment


beginning again, lost in silence




don't take my quiet time as a fault for it is but a part of my being. in order for me to roar,
i must fell to the flow of the stream. the stream will run full again and my silence will begin
anew. thanks for reading my friends. deborah.

draw strings

be it near or far forever is today

cloudy with winds along the way

thrust the life outward i say


draw strings of light towards the play.

passed by quickly

now i post to reward myself. i've affirmed my place in time. i've begun to realize my space is but mine to share. i do hope you enjoy the deborah show this day my friends. reflections of time passed quickly by......


passed quickly by



as i reflect on my travels i find
that time went past me slowly

when i seek to find the pleasures
of the time that quickly passed

remembering the moments of a place
in time where all the world stood still



renew my heart, my soul, my mind
and flee from me the lonliness left

behind in such a passing space in time


too quickly by and by . . . . deborah.