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War Child: June 2009
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So peeling back the onion of my life is not to reveal a child, but rather a person filling a hole in some one else's life. which were you to know, in a sense means. I do not exist. Tuesday, June 30, 2009. Dancing on the sidewalk at the small café. Whisper to me sweetly and I’ll hear what you say. Sweet apple blossoms on your blouse and hair. When we are together there is no one there. Oh love baby… love is like the wine. Intoxicating but you must breathe some time. Loving you is really like needing air.
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Meaningless Meanderings: Indecision...But, not for long.
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008. Indecision.But, not for long. Maybe I should have gone with Reckless Meanderings, because there may be times when my mouth gets me in trouble. Now, for the second day of blogging, it's not a lack of subjects to blog about but an overabundance of things to vent about, ramble on about or just plain be happy about. For myself, I have my loving family, all my wonderful friends, especially those that I've made at http:/ panhistoria.com/. You can choose a ready guide. How much lon...
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Meaningless Meanderings: December 2008
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Saturday, December 20, 2008. Procrastination is Not A Four-Letter Word. And yet, we often treat it as if it were some kind of nasty little secret that we must keep hidden away as if no one else ever suffers from such an awful malady. Still, no matter if it's a good excuse or not, I proudly claim the title of most prolific or should that be 'non-prolific' "Procrastinator" though I suspect there are others who have already claimed the title of this year's president of the Procrastinatior's Society. Every o...
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War Child: February 2009
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So peeling back the onion of my life is not to reveal a child, but rather a person filling a hole in some one else's life. which were you to know, in a sense means. I do not exist. Wednesday, February 11, 2009. Or as I like to call it. Is it the art of the poet to invoke the sensation of having your heart torn out? Links to this post. Monday, February 9, 2009. O I am back to blogging in poetry which is a good indication that I may be a little pissed off. Naturally I don’t want to come out and s...Like al...
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War Child: April 2011
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So peeling back the onion of my life is not to reveal a child, but rather a person filling a hole in some one else's life. which were you to know, in a sense means. I do not exist. Monday, April 4, 2011. Well, these are trying times. and so I am trying. I am reminded of certain passages from Gibbons’ work The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. But I try not to reminisce too much. Mostly. Not sure. Maybe get a new Prime Minister? I would like that…. Somewhere on a desert highway. Her long blonde hair.
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War Child: Geists
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So peeling back the onion of my life is not to reveal a child, but rather a person filling a hole in some one else's life. which were you to know, in a sense means. I do not exist. Wednesday, September 30, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am a kind of Poet. which is like a folk singer without a guitar. View my complete profile. I am waiting. I am waiting. oh yeah. oh yeah. The harvest of the morning. Yes, I am really unreal. Where there are no chickadees. Two years on.greetings from B.C.
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War Child: I'm not dead
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So peeling back the onion of my life is not to reveal a child, but rather a person filling a hole in some one else's life. which were you to know, in a sense means. I do not exist. Thursday, March 31, 2011. Wow… shit happens and the next thing you know you are like a million miles away from where you thought that you would be or should be. I started posting my cartoons here… see “ Moody Monday. 8221; in my other blogs…. October 6, 2016 at 10:47 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Wyatt at Pan Historia.
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War Child: Springtime... maybe.
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So peeling back the onion of my life is not to reveal a child, but rather a person filling a hole in some one else's life. which were you to know, in a sense means. I do not exist. Monday, April 4, 2011. Well, these are trying times. and so I am trying. I am reminded of certain passages from Gibbons’ work The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. But I try not to reminisce too much. Mostly. Not sure. Maybe get a new Prime Minister? I would like that…. Somewhere on a desert highway. Her long blonde hair.
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War Child: July 2009
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So peeling back the onion of my life is not to reveal a child, but rather a person filling a hole in some one else's life. which were you to know, in a sense means. I do not exist. Wednesday, July 29, 2009. Just wanted to share a moment of peace. the time to see, to feel, to breathe. the start of a dream. Links to this post. Hi How are you doing? Just thought that I would take a moment out and say hello…. The painter paints with colours, with shades, shadows and light. Links to this post. Shades of brush...
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War Child: September 2009
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So peeling back the onion of my life is not to reveal a child, but rather a person filling a hole in some one else's life. which were you to know, in a sense means. I do not exist. Wednesday, September 30, 2009. Links to this post. Monday, September 28, 2009. I am waiting. I am waiting. oh yeah. oh yeah. It might be selfish really to withdraw and be apart from things, but then the truth is that a lot of things are wearing me out. I get to feeling faded like an old photograph left outside too long. I am g...
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