VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
November 9

Sometimes in life we seem to slow our pace
And in our hearts we're left with an empty space
We only think of the loneliness and pain
Then someone says there’s no need to explain

They do not have to be your very best friend
But maybe you'll find, on them you may depend
Even if you don't say what you’re thinking inside
Just talking is better than trying to hide

I've found people that put a smile on my face
And let me tell you, they've filled that empty space
So to the people I am talking about
I want you to know the small things really do count

When I talk to you I feel everything's okay
To you I owe a debt I could never repay
So when you forget about the lives you touch
Think of me, for it is you I owe so much

I hate to think, without you, what my life would be
So when you have trouble know you may lean on me
And I guess all I'm really trying to say
Is thanks, for it's the small things that have made my day

- Copyright © Lindsay -


"Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand."
- Baruch Spinoza -


"We each have all the time there is; our mental and moral status is determined by what we do with it."
- Mary Blake -


"For the Lord GOD will help me; therefore shall I not be confounded: therefore have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be ashamed."
- Isaiah 50:7 -


learning new things is always an obsession, it's when there is a puzzle and your so close to solving it, just one more minute one more second and soon you find that all those one mores has made a day, a week. or maybe a lifetime


challenging the mind, keeping it busy with new knowledge of things that only few understand and even fewer care to understand.


carry my heart with you always
tend it with gentleness
feed it in likeness with yours
and love me forever


If I mention Happy will it go away
It always does but for now I will be quiet and hope it stays


The silence speaks
Whispers thoughts unknown
quiet solitude
peaceful as a tomb
The silence speaks
the demons voices
the saints praises
eternal unrest
The silence speaks


I try to recall days of laughter
where my eyes shone with a love for life
I try to remember when that day was

I try to ignore the tears
questioning why they are always here
I try to stop them from falling


Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business.
- Tom Robbins -