This side of Heaven

[Sweet Bliss]

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Take a gander at Grace's new riser.... not done of course but maybe by the weekend?

[Sweet Bliss]

Some say love, it is a river

That drowns the tender reed

Some say love, it is a razor

That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger

An endless aching need

I say love, it is a flower

And you, its only seed


It's the heart, afraid of breaking

That never learns to dance

It's the dream, afraid of waking

That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken

Who cannot seem to give

And the soul, afraid of dying

That never learns to live


When the night has been too lonely

And the road has been too long

And you think that love is only

for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter

Far beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed

That with the sun's love, in the spring

Becomes the rose

[Sweet Bliss]

I'm doing some thinking about what i think love is.

Taking another look at my list I see that if the person I'm with doesn't see what I do as love in action, then maybe there is something I'm missing. So I looked at the list, really looked at it and tried to be neutral. Not easy.

If I look at the list and see it as good breeding, good manners, things I 'should' do as the femme partner, the domestic half... then it's NOT love. It's just a list of things I do to express MY love. But it's not Love. It's just stuff I do. Stuff I do in the name of love. So if you erase the stuff i do. All that's left is the feeling. Maybe that's the love. The feeling. Not the doing. So if I stop thinking that the things I do are love, then thinking I'm not loved in return will be gone. That would free up alot of energy used to be hurt and angry over something that is not even happening. What could I do with that overload of energy? Maybe i could use it to get rid of other silly things I do in the name of Love.

Hummm. Food for thought.

[Sweet Bliss]

Ha. Finally figured it out.

[Sweet Bliss]

I saw your handsome face
next to hers
smiling at the camera
next to hers
skin to skin
next to hers

I saw the location
next to hers
you drew a picture
it was hers
it was precious
it was hers

I saw the end of me
next to her
I saw the end of you
next to her
never an us
next to her

[Sweet Bliss]

Let go... let go... let go... let go... let go... let go

[Sweet Bliss]

This may trigger some folks so please do not read if you are sensitive to abusive issues including rape and other violence...




Few people can escape the horrors of daily living. Few people can get through their lives without being touched by violence, cruelty and ignorance. Today with instant access to news around the world, there is almost no escaping. North Korea's threats, Middle East turmoil, Ireland's cries, Israel's laments... and right here in our back yards... young women choosing death over life after brutal attacks, children dying in the midst of loved ones, while others profit.

So why are we sitting in our chairs at home instead of leaping forward to action?

Do we need engraved invitations? Awards? Pats on the back? A stipend?
Free dinner? Fame? Bragging rights? Our own reality show? Date with Oprah?

Every woman I have known or do know currently, has been assaulted by violence personally or through loved ones. So what can we do about this? Are we willing to step up to the plate? Without compensation? Out of our love for others? I say put our butts behind our words.

Stick our collective butts out.

Who's with me?