To live, and not be afraid.
To be all of who you are,
and all of who you can be.
This is where the "rubber meets the road";
the timeless forward march sees us through.
Only to live,
without curses or shouts.
And, only to love,
as the poets do.
`x~William ~ copyright~July 19,2009.
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6 comments:
Funny, I just wrote about rubber meeting the road, in a way, too. lol
*hugs*
Where do I go? How can I describe it. Hmmmm. Thanks for the inspiration.
Lil Bit~~ For some reason I enjoy using expressions which are somewhat tired, I know; however, they are usually ones which are heard often (particularly, these days)...each decision we make, no matter how hasty, or tentatively, has an effect...I hope you "road" is clear and forward looking.
I think a lot of people are questioning where they're going these days (myself included)..You're a good friend. Thanks, for visiting here, Lil Bit.
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Erin~~You're very welcome. In a way I was kind of talking to myself in this one..I'm glad someone else could relate to it.
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...yet, here it is once moe, curly:
Greetings, earthling!
Need summore new-fangled-thots N ideers? Look no firdr, brudda. Can't stay long. Done gotta git, Paw... yet, if Im a sower, we plant the Seed; if Im an artist, we RITE the Word:
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Make Your Choice -SAW
...cuzz nobody gitts outta here alive, earthling.
Check-this-out...
Yes, earthling, Im an NDE
(thus, my ethereal nomenclature) -
so I actually know God exists:
He rewards those who HONOR n RESPECT
Him and strive to follow His Laws;
for those who wanna know what
Seventh-Heaven holds for your
indelible, magnificent soul whom
God has so carefully crafted -
and if you're not too concerned
with WWIII and N. Korea,
you better follow us:
Find-out what RCIA means and join.
trustNjesus.
ALWAYS.
God bless your indelible soul.
Check-this-out...
Yes, earthling, Im an NDE
(thus, my ethereal nomenclature) -
so I actually know God exists:
He rewards those who HONOR n RESPECT
Him and strive to follow His Laws;
for those who wanna know what
Seventh-Heaven holds for your
indelible, magnificent soul whom
God has so carefully crafted -
and if you're not too concerned
with WWIII and N. Korea,
you better follow us:
Find-out what RCIA means and join.
trustNjesus.
ALWAYS.
God bless your indelible soul.
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