When the Mirror is Clear

Charmed Chaos

Those in-between moments when the mirror is clear
are like chasing black crows in my flying dreams
with my piercing eagle eyes shining in bright haze.
I fear I am much too fond of this thing we call love
So I soar above the bitterness in this tormented world
For these are troubling times of intense sorrow.

I know tomorrow’s news will come, and so will sorrow
but the longer I live, our future becomes less clear
for there is a torrent of chaotic madness in this world.
So I will lie down on a grassy knoll, watch clouds drift by, dream
of a more peaceful earth washed in a river of pure love
not overshadowed by mankind’s stifling haze.

Once the air is thick, and we’re smothered in the haze
and the sky cries murky tears in the wake of sorrow,
the blackness of hate overcomes, drowning love.

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Flat on my back in the wet grass

Nothing but dark and stars

Do I feel the cold that numbs my nose

Air or what ever it is we inhale now escapes in a misty ring

I hear cars in the distance moving too and fro as if they are supposed to

Neighbors cat my only witness

She sniffs me as if I’m food

Still I lie a shell around a tornado

An itch on my heart that will never be scratched

Not for love because I love so deeply

But for adventure

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Quotations from F. D. R.

charles french words reading and writing

The following quotations are from Franklin Delano Roosevelt:



“If civilization is to survive, we must cultivate the science of human relationships – the ability of all peoples, of all kinds, to live together, in the same world at peace.”

“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.”

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear.”

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Born Blonde? Nope!

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie


In the last 30 years as hair dyes have become available to the nonprofessionals, we’ve learned to color or bleach our own hair. In the first stages it seems so innocent. We can go to the drugstore or Wal-mart and select just about any color we like! It started simply enough for me. I was fourteen with drab, brown hair and I wanted to jazz up my hair a little. So, I bought a package of Flaming Red dye. When I un-capped the bottle and got my first whiff of peroxide, I was hooked.

The fun didn’t stop there! I tried every shade of red, before my addiction progressed to blonde. As a teenager, the reds seemed to satisfy my thirst for color. However, as I hit my twenties, I began to roam the streets searching for a beauty operator who would bleach my hair blonde. I begged and I…

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