Like a Black Dahlia, she sits in solitude. Her Essence is intoxicating and draws you in with her mysterious ways. To touch her is a delight, but be careful you don't get lost in her. For what may appear to be a delicate flower, is simply an enticement to get you into her web. In truth she's poison, she has been the ruin of many men. So if she happens to Blossom in your path, beware the dark flower.

I see the mighty Oak in a vision or a dream, I am not sure which it is. I look at a trail filled with many tears, I am sad because I know I do not belong here. The great plains are silent but once they thundered with a million hooves, as the Bison rolled across them like a wave that did not end. I see the tall mountains that could not be climbed, now scarred with the signs of mans greed. I sit high on a hill and listen to the wind, in it I hear ancient songs that now only exist in memories. The great Eagle screeches in the sky, but we are now few and our past is being forgotten. I want to remember the wisdom of those who came before me, but the voices of my ancestors are being silenced each time the old stories are not told. I see that we are fading like the grass from the Prairie. How sad to sit and watch a people and a way of life die.

My tears have fallen for many whom I have loved. My tears have fallen for some who do not know me. My tears have been wept in silence when I had no words to speak. My tears have been cried at the Masters feet. In hours of temptation I have wept for myself and those who could not cry. Soon a day will come when I will no longer need to cry. I have grown aged and my sight has become dim. It is hard for me to kneel though my body is bent with age. Soon I will no longer weep for I will see a beautiful land. I will kneel one more time then I will be called to stand. Before my saviors throne I will hear well done. Welcome home my good and faithful son. In that moment I will shed one last tear, a tear of joy that will be wiped away with Gods own hand. Then I will cry no more because I will be home at last.

Evergreen Pine Spruce and Cedar covered in decorative lights. Silver Bells and colored ornaments shining bright. Waiting for presents to be placed beneath on a quiet Christmas night. Christmas trees throughout the land giving children joyful Delight. Here for only a momentary season then they return from whence they came look for a few brief moments they bring joy to so many lives.

Through the times that I have fallen he's picked me up. When I doubted myself he believed in me. Through all adversity he has been my comfort so when the world says no I will say yes. No matter what may come no matter who may stand against me I will stand with Jesus for he has stood with me

The sunlight begins to fade as evening shadows come once again. The flowers begin to draw up their petals as the wind rustles the leaves in the trees. From inside the hollowed out space in an old knotted tree, a pixie spreads her wings. With a great yawn she steps out into the air, falling gently to the cool earth, her feet settle onto the grass. She surveys the flowers and the mushrooms around her. She then begins to sing a song that sounds like a brook gently washing over stones. One by one the stars begin to peek out through the curtain of a Purple sky. As the moon breaks the horizon, and the birds settle into their nest, the Dark Pixie spreads her wings and catches an evening breeze She sails high above the tree tops to greet the coming night like an old friend.

Drip, Drip, Drip the Crimson flows from my arm. A small nick a little cut and the blood goes into the sink. Sliding into the cool water, the Red is diluted in the clear cold water. I look in the mirror and my eyes are blood shot. I haven't slept in days, so a little cut with a Silver razor seems to help with the pain in my head. I look at the shiny key and wonder do I dare go a little farther this time, or should I take the medication and see if I can sleep a little while, or perhaps I should make the final cut and sleep forever this time?