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Curiosity never killed the cat

Curiosity is a bittersweet karma dealer.

Beauty is not what you see on the television screen.

Beauty is the beginning of life on the dead forest tree.

Chapter 3.

Hanging on the wall, her wall, her bedroom wall, is her finished painting.

She smiles, she sighs, but something isnt right.

She takes the fresh work in her hands and gently takes it down from the topaz wall.

Odd, misplaced, and awkward was the placing.

She lets it rest beside the dresser, off the nail, off the wall.

Gathering herself, she tosses herself on her queen sized bed.

Pondering, thinking, dreaming of what to do, where to begin.

Her painting which resembles her soul, her mind, her love, her life, stands alone.

Too complicated, too beautiful to stay locked up in her attic bedroom.

She gathers the painting and darts downstairs to hand it in her all to simple living quarter.

There, she decides, it will hang.

Not locked up, but open and bright, for all who come inside can see.

Jazz Shoes.

Can you picture yourself there?

Say, a eighty-nine years back, dressed in all flair.

Your head held up high as you walk down 300 Atlanta Avenue.

Walking in ritz, with a flick of your wrists, the world is yours.

Down street gangsters pass, ladies with hats swoon, to your bee's knees.

Is this a caper? No, you drag on your cigarette and your worries flee.

Dont you know, this was the scene?

Some random writings I did earlier this morning... Enjoy

Temps.

Time is known as the best remedy.

Time is what organizes life into seconds.

Time is an alarm clock to reality.

Time is what happens when the world goes round.

Time is always trusting in faith.

Time is never wrong.

Time is always existent.

Chapter Two.

A constructed masterpiece, she stands before it.

Proudly she smiles and sighs as she releases the paint brushes from her tierd hands.

Alone she painted, hours upon hours, without the help that once was there.

The painting resembles her soul, her pain, her happiness, her life, and her memories.

Alone she discovers she is not alone, with her painting to occupy her.

It stands before her like a mirror above the bathroom sink.

She stands there in nude with the paint still smeared on her back and glazed on her hands.

Looking at this accomplishment, she gathers herself inside, and finds strength within the storm outside that knocks on her window.

A Penny A Thought.

Happiness is not something to be found in a treasure chest in the deepest of oceans.

Some search forever looking for that something they cannot reach.

Happiness rests inside the soul, waiting for the door to be opened.

The key lies in your palm, gleaming the gold light that is brighter than the gems inside that old rustic box.

Etat De Reve.

Never forget your dreams, for they are the foundation to relax.

Never forget your dreams, for they are a world upon a cloud.

Never forget your dreams, for they give a key to that lock.

Never forget your dreams, for they make a new story.

Never forget your dreams, because your dreams will never forget you.

Barack Obama is elected President of The United States of America and will take office January 20th 2009. 

I personally could not be more grateful.  There are lots upon lots of reasons I voted for him and supported him. 

But,

I just had to write this blog just because of this incredible day that will be in history forever more...

Barack Obama, America is in your hands... God Bless You.

:) :)