Thursday, July 20, 2006

Masters Of War Song by Bob Dylan....

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death Planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desk
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and decieve
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You that fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unamed
you ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Till I'm sure that you're dead....

*The reference to the masters of wars death and casket, represents "wars" being ended and buried to me*

Monday, July 17, 2006

World Turmoil & Reality Shift......

Check out my friend Jodies recent blog post "World Turmoil & Reality Shift" http://intuitiveinnovations.blogspot.com/ I found it very insightful and helpful....a very interesting "spiritual" read....oh yeah food for the soul for sure....

Love, Peace & Blessings,

Rhi

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Fear...

Dark snake crawls through
the space in time
it slimes and slithers
through your soul
and bites your wound
and opens it up...
blood rushes through and out
endlessly dripping
into pits
of the pain from the past
flowing out seemingly forever
until it's done
and fear is faced...
Healing begins
Healing never ends

Written by Rhiannon (Barbara) June 2006 *Copyrights owned by Barbara*

Destination...

Those gates of hatred
seemed locked in forever
unable to find the key
to open
Loves eternal grace...
But the light still shines through brightly
on the other side.........
reaching that destination is the test...

Written by Rhiannon (Barbara) June 2006 *Copyrights owned by Barbara*

Elevator Doors...

Surreal in arms that circle the light
Elevator doors open
but not until midnite
yes, you've felt them
those doors closing tight
too late to stop
the closing of fate
to late to stop slowing
that intensive transit gate

The dance of time
the dance of fate
yes, those elevator doors
sublime
on fire
pushing the emergency button
dropping to the bottom...
Thud.....

Written by Rhiannon (Barbara) July 2006 *Copyrights owned by Barbara*

Misty State of Grace

Insidious shores are trapped
Waves come crashing through my thoughts
dreamlike
moonlight
pulling gravity
lifting
the heavy weight
of the burdens I carry
drifting off to sleep
as the tide goes out......
In my Misty State of Grace

Written by Rhiannon (Barbara) July 2006 *Copyright owned by Barbara*

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Hold Onto Me.....left out some words before, bears reposting again...

**I just cannot believe I left out the most important lyrics in this song for me in my prior post
so I think it bears reposting again....also the post of the "Whirlpool" pic below is related to this song
when it talks about "when your in the whirlpool and they try to suck you in remember you
aren't going to drown baby, hang onto me forever Baby, remember, I could always swim"..
But for some reason I could not post the attachment pic with this post...frustrating!...but oh well..
maybe now it may make more sense to some of you....but if not thats cool, I just wanted to remind myself!..:)
The lyrics to this song below are really just a reminder to myself and to encourage myself that
I'm going to make it, going to hold onto myself and going to keep "swimming" and not get
"sucked into the whirlpool".**

Hey this life is never fair
The angels that you need are never there
But sometimes they come to me
In the dead of winter
Dead of night
He's all that I can see

Hold onto me........

We all get our glory
A little bit of fame
But there's no truth at the heart of any of it
Just the brillance and the passion
And the bitterness remain....

How he brings me down
Down into the ground
I never will get out of here
get out of here
I will never get out of here
get out of here....

And I'll protect you from the night
it will never fall
And I'll protect you from the truth
you won't hear it at all
I am the center of the universe
I am the center of the universe.....

When you're in the Whirlpool
And they try to suck you in
Remember you aren't gonna drown Baby
Until you have had a better life
Hang onto me forever Baby
remember
I could always swim

Hush your highness don't you breathe
OH Baby hold me in your arms I'm shivering
What was all that for?
If I was the battle
Baby, you have won the war..........

Lyrics written and sung by Courtney Love, from her CD "America's Sweetheart"......




Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Independence Day....Quotes & Poems below...


There are no necessary evils in government. It's evils exist only in it's abuses. If it would confine itself to equal protection and as Heaven does its Rains, shower its favors alike on the high and the low, the rich and the poor, it would be an unqualified Blessing.

Andrew Jackson


Be Courteous to all but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried, before you give them confidence. True Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity, before it is entitled to the appellation.

George Washington