Stickmen

The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."

About Me

Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.

1.30.2006

Words are screaming to be written in stanzas of good intent. My eyes are closing trying to bring what I can together - grasping at what combinations depict my state of mind. Nothing comes, or very little and frustration conquers all. Darkness is thicker for the newly blind - who cannot see the range of picture like one born without sight. Distracted by what he lost, he forgets to find what he's gained.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

i like random commenting on friends blogs as well. my parents came home from malaysia last nite and it is good to have them home. i am thinking about going snowmobiling this weekend. i love snow. toodle-loo

11:45 AM
Galen said...

Well? What have you gained? Let's get on the making lemonade from lemons, which I never understood, because lemons don't seem all that bad to me... regardless... I'm all ears.

12:16 AM

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