Posts filed under ‘memory’
what was once…
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the naughty threesome
always hungry and goofy
my treasured goofballs
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Wisconsin Dells, 2007
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ßill, Peyton and Jordan
a little note: This is quite a wonderful picture – not because Bill and Peyton have a pretzel in their eye and Jordan was trying to hold a pretzel in his eye, failed and looked utterly goofy – no – it is a wonderful photo because #1. Peyton had a grilling fork in his hand and #2. Jordan had the Chicago Tribune movie section in his lap. If there is one thing Bill did that was so very, very special, it was to encourage my boys’ passion – cooking, food and movies. & when the three were together, I could never tell who the grown up was……ever…
my spirit
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the voices in my head
the beating of my heart
the music in my mind
the movement of my body
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the pulse of a dancer
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yours truly – 1978
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Split-Second Story
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a fountain
Remnants of a time past
R.K. LeBlond Estate in Mt. Lookout, OH.
Built in 1925, the spectacular 40-room English Tudor mansion features a display of Rookwood tile, beautifully landscaped gardens and vineyards cascading down the hillside.
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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/split-second-story/
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Memorial Day – Remembering
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reflections of the past
their call to duty
so many lives… lost
we remember with honor
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imprints of a past
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memories of hell linger
impressions scar young minds
baggage full of pain
too heavy a burden
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in the dark
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alone in the dark
my mind runs circles
plagued by many thoughts
another night – no sleep
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criticism
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they are
words
spoken by those who are close
they are
thoughts
emitted from minds who are respected
they are
actions
performed by those who are loved
they are
feelings
inflicted by one’s own sense of self
they are
engraved
deep within the bowels of one’s psyche
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they can
be constructive
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they can
be damaging
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they cannot
be
forgotten
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distortion
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distortion is all i have ever known.
it is
the vision i see
when i look at me.
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it is
molded by the words of others
and
a perception of what they feel a person should be.
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it is
molded by those around me
whose lies i trusted
and
believed.
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it is
molded by a society and its media
whose ideals are fueled
by power,
fairy tales,
money
and
greed.
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most of all,
it is me.
empowered
by my psyche whose distorted vision
is impervious to all.
holds me prisoner
and
forbids me
to
be
free
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