It is going to get hot, no it is getting cold. There will be massive flooding, no the polar caps have refroze. The science says this, no the science says that. We went 10 years without a major storm, how do you explain that? It is dry over here and it is wet over there. We have been told the sky is falling so many times, that no one really cares. So can you tell me what the weather is going to be today? At least give me that so I will know what to wear. Can you even tell me if the sun is out somewhere?

I watch lives fall apart, I see people forget who they are. I see children left on their own, just so parents can get high. Good people steal and do violent things they would not normally do. Nothing good can come of abuse, other than jail or death. You pay for your addiction with your health and your wealth. Those who deal to you are never really your friends. You never know when the next purchase will land you in some cold and uncaring jail. You are paranoid a lot of times for no reason at all. If you are really lucky, you have someone who will get you help. Otherwise, you will sell off what ever you can get your hands on just to get your next high. You will even trade yourself, just to pay your debt. Drugs will use you up until there is nothing left. So heed this warning, lest you pay a terrible price. Drugs are a one way street that can end up costing you your life.

Twang goes the Banjo down the hollow. The whine of the Harmonica can be heard across the ridges and through the tall lonesome Pines. A Bow Fiddle sings next to a rushing river that comes cold out of the rocks of a mountainside. From the Ozarks through the Catskills back into the Great Smokey Mountains, the sound of a simple but difficult life can be heard in the tears and joy of mountain music.

My ship has been beaten and battered, the hull has had enough. I am tired and weary, the seas have finally found their calm. Long has the voyage been but now I need to rest. Through many storms I have sailed longing for safe harbor. Now on the horizon I see the lights of a new city and my final port of call. So with what little strength I can muster and with the last drop of faith that is in me. I unfurl my sails as I feel a soft gentle breeze blowing at my back. Onward I go as the hull cuts through the calm water, I see the lights getting ever brighter as a new dawn seems to be breaking from an unknown place. With quiet resolve I set my rudder amid ship and head forward, as I get ever closer to the bright new shores, I can see images of people I know, my eyes now grow heavy as if I am entering a dream. The troubled waters of life fade away as I finally make land fall to the lights that have been calling me home for so long.

To ask a question of oneself is to begin understanding. To ask a question of another is to seek wisdom. To offer help to another without thought of ones self is the rendering of mercy. To give freely without concern of your own person is to achieve selflessness. To resist oppression is to show strength. To seek justice is to find a truth. To know that we are imperfect, is the beginning of humility. To apply these things to ones life is learning how to live.

A cackling laugh and horrendous screech with a vitriolic scowl that could freeze a river to a standstill. Knives sharpened to stab you in the back, with her husband who will give your ***** a whack. A child that was a one off, at men she does often scoff. No feeling of love except for herself, compassion is something to be kept on a shelf. Oh how rich I have become is her mantra, if you want so help then let me get some money to my foundation, and then we can have foreign relations. Shaking and shivering coughing for an hour, but don't mention it or things will get sour. What a wondrous disaster  to say the least, not once but twice did she suffer defeat. First to the smooth speeches of an upstart rogue, when the highest office was hers to take. Then a second humiliation at the hands of another ***** grabbing male. Oh could it be her husband 2.0, crying all night this can't be so. The glass celling did not break, it can' be right this has to be a mistake. At the end of the day into the forest it did retreat, perhaps this is the last we will hear of the Hilda beast?

Oh rocking horse sitting beside my bed, where shall we journey today. With your wooden saddle a bright sunset Red and your golden reins in hand, I mount you and watch the world pass by as we thunder across sandy dunes and dash into the surf. Only to lead into the barren waste of the mighty desert and into an Oasis. Around and around we ride as you buck wildly as I try to tame your fierce nature, to the amusement and applause of a cheering crowd in a dusty rodeo. Each day is an adventure with you and a childhood dream come true.