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Paradox Of Our Time

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings
But shorter tempers
Wider freeways
But narrower viewpoints
We spend more but have less
We buy more but enjoy it less

We have bigger houses and smaller families
More conveniences but less time
We have more degrees but less sense
More knowledge but less judgment
More experts but more problems
More medicine but less wellness

We drink too much smoke too much
Spend too recklessly laugh too little
Drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired
Read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom

We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values
We talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often
We've learned how to make a living but not a life
We've added years to life, not life to years

We've been all the way to the moon and back
But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor
We've conquered outer space but not inner space
We've done larger things but not better things

We've cleaned up the air but polluted the soul
We've split the atom, but not our prejudice
We write more, but learn less
We plan more but accomplish less

We've learned to rush but not to wait
We have higher incomes but lower morals
We have more food, but less appeasement
We build more computers to hold more information
We produce more copies than ever but have less communication
We've become long on quantity but short on quality

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion
Tall men, and short character
Steep profits, and shallow relationships
These are the times of world peace but domestic warfare
More leisure, but less fun
More kinds of food but less nutrition

These are days of two incomes but more divorce
Fancier houses but broken homes

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality
One-night stands
Overweight bodies
And pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom
A time when technology can bring this letter to you
And a time when you can choose either to make a difference

Or To Just Hit Delete

Author Unknown

Maybe Someday

Maybe Someday
The rain will take away the pain

Maybe Someday
We can wash the rain's tears from the sky

Maybe Someday
We won't have to be here, but there, in a "Garden Of Eden"

Maybe Someday
The blue sky will be happy

Maybe Someday
The new day's sun, will dawn with a smile

Maybe Someday
We will be able to reach up and pick our bouquet of dreams

Maybe Someday
The "Blue Bird Of Happiness" will fly over all of us

Maybe Someday
A rainbow will be seen from the sky within our hearts

Maybe Someday
The gentle breezes of happiness will gently caress us

Maybe Someday
The silent wind will tell us the purpose of who we are

Maybe Someday
The storm clouds will be silenced and swept away

Maybe Someday
The true beauty of all that we see
Will bring us nothing but love and peace

Maybe Someday

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Maybe Someday
Rick "Irockblue" 11-04-2000
Rasky's VietNam Memorial
All Rights Reserved

For You

Sometimes I feel as light as a feather
Soaring with pleasure, thinking of you

Sometimes I feel that I am dancing on air
The wind in my hair, reminds me of you

Sometimes I feel so lucky to be with you
Together you and me, the way it should be

Let me help you down
From that cloud of despair that you have on your shoulders
Let me cover you in the blanket of love that I have for you
You are my sunshine
The love of my life

Without you, only the rain of tears are visible upon my face
I want for you a peaceful day

A smile that I will share with you today
A gift that I will bring to you, to make you grin

A loving embrace to make you want to give again
Without you life would have no meaning

Inside every cloud is a spark ready to ignite
You are the spark that lights my fire

Maybe Someday, For Us, Is Today

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For You
Bobbie "Irockslady" 11-04-2000
Rasky's VietNam Memorial
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To Bobbie
Only She Can See Into My Soul

She knows that only she can look deep into my eyes
She knows that only she can pierce the depths of my soul
She knows that only she can see the hurt, the pain and the memories
She knows that only she can understand the reasons why I never smile
She knew that I had always been alone
She knew that I had survived without food, water or love
She knew that it is hard for me to say, "I Love You"
She knew that I am a deep and complex man
She knew that I had built up walls
She knew that I had closed all the doors
She knew that she is the only one that I had let in
She knew that I had always ran from hurt
She knew that my nightmares were real
She knew that my heart was broken
She knew that my pain was real
She knew that she loved me
She knew that even with all of this, that there was a loving man
She knew that she wanted to be with me

I know that she found a broken man
I know that she found a man with no heart
I know that she found a man with a thousand yard stare
I know that she found a man without a will to live
I know that she found a man with no desires
I know that she found a man with no love
I know that she found a man that had fought a War
I know that she found a man that could not battle life
I know that she found a "Dead Man Walking"
I know that she found a man, that she could give all of her love to
I know that she found a man that she would not give up on
I know that she found a man that tried to die
I know that even with all of this, that I want to be with her
I know that I love her

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Only She Can See Into My Soul
Rick "Irockblue" 11-06-2000
Rasky's VietNam Memorial
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The Grumble Family

There's a family nobody likes to meet
They live, it is said, on Complaining Street

In the city of Never-Are-Satisfied
The River of Discontent beside

They growl at that and they growl at this
Whatever comes, there is something amiss

And whether their station be high or humble
They are all known by the name of grumble

The weather is always too hot or cold
Summer and winter alike they scold

Nothing goes right with the folks you meet
Down on that gloomy Complaining Street

They growl at the rain and they growl at the sun
In fact, their growling is never done

And if everything pleased them, there isn't a doubt
They'd growl that they'd nothing to grumble about!

But the funniest thing is that not one of the same
Can be brought to acknowledge his family name

For never a Grumbler will own that hes connected with it at all
You see
The worst thing is that if anyone stays among them too long
He will learn their ways

And before he dreams of the terrible jumble
He's adopted into the family of Grumble

And so it were wisest to keep our feet
From wandering into Complaining Street

And never to growl, whatever we do
Lest we be mistaken for Grumblers, too

Let us learn to walk with a smile and song,
No matter if things do sometimes go wrong

And then, be our station high or humble
We'll never belong to the family of Grumble!

Author Unknown

The Two Frogs

Two frogs fell into a deep cream bowl
One was an optimistic soul

But the other took the gloomy view
We shall drown!" he cried, without more adieu

So with the last despairing cry
He flung up his legs and said, Goodbye

Quoth the other frog with a merry grin
I can't get out, but I won't give in!

I'll just swim around until my strength is spent
And then when I die, I'll be more content

Bravely he swam until it seemed
That the struggle had begun to stir the cream

On top of the butter, at last he stopped
And out of the bowl he gaily hopped

What Is The Moral?

Tis Easily Found
If you Can't Hop Out
Keep Swimming Around

Author Unknown

People Are Like Stained-Glass Windows

They sparkle and shine when the sun is out

But when the darkness sets in

Their true beauty is revealed

Only if there is a light from within

Elizabeth Kübler-Ross

If you can find pleasure
In the movement of a butterfly
Then you still have hope
Hope puts a smile on your face
When the heart cannot manage

Author Unknown

Dawning Of A New Day

Sometimes when I am weary and feel I cannot go on
I sneak off to my "Special Place" in the light of early dawn

My place is deep in woodlands, "God's Country", it is called by some
When my burden gets too heavy, I hear my place call, "Come"

I go there when I am saddened, and my heart is aching so
The beauty and serenity help to ease my pain, this I know

It is there that I find comfort, sometimes I need solitude
I feel so much closer to God, and He gently lifts my mood

I don't know if it is my special place, or the Lord above, Himself
But somehow when I leave there, I feel that I have wealth

Perhaps it is just my being there or maybe it is God's own way
Of telling me to try again, It is the dawning of a new day

Author Unknown

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