Face of a Child

With less than 5 weeks to go until Christmas, I’m finding myself incredibly far behind in both my cards I need to write and my read-set-go to get away for a few days during Christmas.
I know a few of us getting a little down over the holidays, but I would like to think that we know Christmas Spirit is alive and well, just look into the faces of kids everywhere, they are always hopeful, always in awe of the Christmas lights, trees, the long line to whisper to Santa what they want for gifts....... It does not matter the times, the days, the media news, if you really want to share or feel the spirit of the holidays, look into the face of a hopeful child. I wish more of us could remember that feeling, that excitement, that loyalty to imagination.
How about you? Are you done with your holiday shopping yet? Do you think you’ll be ready in time?

The Monster RA

My RA has made life hard, sometimes even debilitating, but has also created a spirit within me that I never knew existed. I know this will sound a bit bizarre, but what I’ve learned because of it, I would never want to lose. If ever the genius who could remove all signs of my RA, I would still ask don’t take away what arthritis has done to my soul”. RA in many ways has shown me I am a kind person, a person that can understand and listen to others who share this journey of RA, it has made me patient and I revel in the days when my pain is low. I wouldn’t want to give away the perception it has thought me. It’s invaluable and essential to who I am and who I hope to be, along with my enduring husband who has been there for me every step of the way.

Don’t get me wrong, I do mourn the healthy person I once was, but I swear to all that is beyond our thinking, even with a disease like RA, we can learn a lot about ourselves and others. I still get irritated and think “why me” every now and then. That is inevitable. When I am down, I get really dark. But now, when I find myself in those moments of despair, I talk myself out of it and take on the monsters of RA. I know it is okay to allow yourself to be unhappy occasionally.

Thanks for letting me sound off ..... Blessings, Ves

Death is What It Is~ Mankind Have Become Vampires~

7 dead, 12 injured in Fort Hood shooting The World is a Vampire


His name appears on radical Internet postings. A fellow officer says he fought his deployment to Iraq and argued with soldiers who supported U.S. wars." He was a man of science, a Psychiatrist, a man that was there to help others who were suffering from the effects of this situation, a place called Iraq...... need more be said? His name is Dr Maj Hasan- he was American born, a faithful man to his religion of Muslim, he has been quoted as saying such things as Muslims should stand up and fight the aggressor and that we should not be in the war in the first place." He said that eHasan said he was "happy" when a US soldier was killed in an attack on a military recruitment centre in Arkansas in June. An American convert to Islam was accused of the shootings.

Dr Maj Hasan was a devout Muslim and had sought for several years to be discharged from the military, the Washington Post reported, citing his aunt. Noel Hasan told the newspaper her nephew had endured name-calling and harassment about his faith for years after the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks on New York and the Pentagon.

But in scope, no matter his religion, what he felt or did not feel, he took the lives of innocence today- he murdered, why, we do not know, but does it matter, even in the knowing of why, that won’t bring back the dead. War is hell, men’s war games are hell. It does not make a man bigger, or a bad ass or more important to pick up a weapon and kill, to me, it makes him a coward hiding behind a loaded gun. Men are boys and they will never learn that war is not the answer.

The magnitude of what happened is mind boggling, even for those familiar with unexpected acts of violence. "
Quite an ironic day to commit a treasonous act against your country.

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.

The world makes less and less sense to me, the world is a vampire and we are just the food that the wars will continue to feed upon, until we are no more~~~

I am Viesta and I am Out~

Hazy Days of Poems

Breach
Free of the untruths we recite,
Beholding reality for what is right,
Rise high your glass, in praise of man
understand his nature while you can.
Delicious in appearance, beware the cost,
for it shall bitter in taste with innocence lost.
Freeing my bonds to explore his night.
In this I find you will not like.
From in this depth you cannot fight.
No truth or lessons for me be taught,
It guides me in this soul I rot.
Soiled and raw with stench of death,
screaming, illusive, foul, be my breath.
In my solemned disillusion I lurch and writhe,
I am his grief, have no doubt,
a dispirited life, now cast me out.
In these wounds I will feel no more,
the scalding sun upon this tasteless sore.
Man hides behind his faceless disguise
always to parish in truth, as I live his lies.
Remove his harmony for I have become his past,
Thinking I could hold on to love, never to last,
Giving way to blackness, I belong to the night,
Down here in the shadows seeing the last of my light~
Viesta Morrison ~