Different Drums

Thursday, November 27, 2008 at 12:28 PM
If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.

If I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view.

If my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly.

If I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, let me be.

I do not for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will only come when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.

I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, or your colleague. If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then open yourself, so that someday these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and may finally appear to you to be right - for me. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And in understanding me you might come to prize my differences from you, and, far from seeking to change me, preserve and even nurture those differences.

- Unknown

M*A*S*H Quotes

Tuesday, October 28, 2008 at 9:17 PM
I will not carry a gun Frank. When I got thrown into this war I had a clear understanding with the Pentagon: no guns. I'll carry your books, I'll carry a torch, I'll carry a tune, I'll carry on, carry over, carry forward, Cary Grant, cash and carry, carry me back to old Virginia, I'll even 'hari-kari' if you show me how, but I will not carry a gun!
- Hawkeye

What a unique device, the human tush. An architectural wonder, one of a kind...actually two of a kind. Designed to support our weight for a lifetime of sitting it also has the subtlety to do the samba. And when attached to certain members of the female species at a time when light summer dresses are worn, can cause some of us to drive our cars straight up a lamppost.
- Hawkeye

So bored.
So bored it's boring.
Boronus, Boretis, Boremus. I came, I saw, I bored.
He bored, she bored, they bored.
All aboard.
I was gonna say that!
- Hawkeye & BJ

I can take umbridge, I can take the cake, I can take the A-train, I can take two and call me in the morning, but I cannot take this sitting down. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna take five.
- Hawkeye

True Strength

at 9:06 PM
It's not me playing strong. It's you all being weak. It's easy to win against guys who decided to lose. Not me. I don't plan to lose anymore. There's no point in playing to lose! I don't get you guys. What's wrong with wanting to live? Isn't that normal? I don't think I'm forcing myself through life and I don't think I'm cool. I just do things the way I want. If you think I don't get it cause I'm a stupid kid, fine. Maybe I am a stupid kid. But I still know it's wrong and I'm right. Sitting here is like giving up and admitting defeat. It's stupid and I hate it! I will never give up and I will never lose!

Watch Your English

Sunday, October 19, 2008 at 10:18 AM
We’ll begin with a box and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox is oxen, not oxes.
Then one fowl is goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural moose should never be meese.
You may find one lone mouse or a whole nest of mice,
But the plural of house is houses, not hice!
If the plural of man is always men
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of a foot and you show me your feet
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one tooth and a whole set of teeth
Why should not the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that and three may be those
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose
And the plural of cat is cats not cose!
We speak of a brother and also of brethren
But though we say mother we never say methren!
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his, and him,
But imagine the feminine, she, shis, and shim!
So English I fancy we all will agree
Is the funniest language you ever did see.

- Unknown


at 10:15 AM
Waiting, watching, listening,
Hearing, sensing, feeling.
Silent running through dark,
Dense forest.

Pale arms, never trembling,
Never missing, string
Her mighty weapon

Night wind blows
Upon her bare shoulders.
Not shivering, holding steady,
Eyes watching every leaf.
Reaching back towards
Gleaming silver bullets.

Notching, pulling, grasping
Losing her hold upon the
Gentle water-made silver.

Silence, calm, emptiness,
Not moving, holding with force,
The shooting star essential
For that night.

Aiming eyes, never moving,
Never blinking, ready for release.
Target stands in moonlight bathed
Grass in forest meadows

Shooting. Her shining bullet
Whispers to a singing wind.
Never moving eyes upon the bullet.

Hoping, wishing, dying,
Falling, bleeding, agony.

Gracefully she walks toward
Her fallen target.
Always watchful for signs of life.
Moving, twitching, silence, calm.
Death pierces the cold night air.

White arms, feeling, touching
Nimble hands gently take the bullet
Out of soft, warm, brown hair.
Watching she knows,
Her silver arrow met it’s mark.

- Lisa Henderson


at 10:15 AM
Gleaming golden sunshine
Filters through his lyre.
Strands of scattering rays
Fill every magical string.

Gentle musical breezes
Encase the living laurel
Crowning golden hair.

Listening birds, beautiful beasts,
Calm wonderful winds,
Whisper news of day.

Clouds, rain, snow,
Hail, sleet, fog.

Nimble fingers poetic melodies
Still all signs of death.
Warm music, touching songs
Strengthen every spirit
His reed sounds see.

Fear, hatred, death,
Cutting through golden peace.
Silence. Spinning webs of beams
Try, fail, try, fail, try.

Never pausing, never breathing
Always moving strings try
Success, filtering all silence

Ringing, blowing, calming, end.
The beautiful tapestry is woven.
His weaving sunlight ends.
Sleep, rest, night.

Cold death surrounds
All that live and sleep.
With sleep comes dreams of
Golden sunshine tomorrow.

- Lisa Henderson

Thank You

at 9:57 AM
When someone asks a favor
And you go out of your way,
You expect a little gratitude
At the end of the day.

If you do something for someone
When you had other things to do,
It hurts when they're ungrateful
For what you went through.

You love and cherish people
And on your end you do not lack,
But then those precious people
Turn and stab you in the back.

So take from this a lesson
Of what to say and do;
If someone does you a favor
Always return it with 'Thank You'.

- Lisa Henderson

What I Love About You

Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 10:36 PM
I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.

I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you're always there.

I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine.

- Crystal Jansen


Sunday, October 05, 2008 at 2:04 PM
There comes a time in every life
When words don't mean a thing
And all we have are actions
To help our soul take wing.

- Lisa Henderson


Saturday, September 27, 2008 at 10:34 PM
Only as high as I reach can I grow
Only as far as I seek can I go
Only as deep as I look can I see
Only as much as I dream can I be.

- Karen Ravn


Friday, September 26, 2008 at 10:54 PM
Just because she comes on strong
Doesn't mean she won't fall asleep crying
And even though she acts like everything is alright
Maybe, just maybe, she's really good at lying.

Just because her eyes don't tear
Doesn't mean her heart doesn't cry.
Just because she comes off strong
Doesn't mean that nothing's wrong.

- Anonymous


at 10:44 PM
Sometimes you just have to smile
Pretend everything's okay
Hold back the tears
And walk away.

- Anonymous


Wednesday, May 14, 2008 at 7:54 AM
I gave it everything I had
Now what have I to show?
I'm standing here with nothing left,
And nowhere else to go.

- Lisa Henderson

Charles Ghigma

Sunday, May 11, 2008 at 9:24 PM
Consider the little ant
He never says, "I can't."
And so it comes as no surprise,
He carries things ten times his size.

Don't search for inspiration
When you have a task to do,
Just start your work and you will see
That it will soon find you.

A plan is only good
If it is one that gets recruited.
For good intentions soon will die
Unless they're executed.

The promise of our dreams come true
When patience minds our goal,
Remember that the diamond once
Was just a piece of coal.

Fear is borne of ignorance
Resulting in despair
While knowledge can provide us
With the hope we need to dare.

Success is never measured
By the things we try to do,
It only come when we have seen
A task completely through.

Success is not an easy road
It's riddled with resistance,
While failure on the other hand,
The path of least persistence.

Success is often measured best
Not by how high or far,
But what you had to sacrifice
To get to where you are.

Do not let fear confine you life
Inside a shell of doubt,
A turtle never moves
Until his head is sticking out.

The path to inspiration starts
Upon the trails we've known,
Each stumbling block is not a rock,
But just a stepping stone.

Close your eyes and look inside
A mirror shines within,
To find where you are going,
First see where you have been.

Conscience comes from character,
From doing what is right
Even when you're all alone
With no one else in sight.

To find the key to your success
Takes more than intuition,
It's not the key that's hard to find,
It's finding the ignition!

If you should dare to try success
Consider this prerequisite,
First study unsuccessful deeds,
Then go and do the opposite.

A loss becomes a victory
When you promise not to quit
But a failure's just a failure
Unless you learn from it.

Responsibility is our
most favored point of view,
Responding with ability
To what we say and do.

The Quitter

at 1:17 PM
Fate handed the quitter a bump and he dropped
The road seem too rough to go on, so he stopped.
He thought of his hurt, and there came to his mind
The easier path he was leaving behind.

"Oh it's all much too hard," said the quitter right then
"I'll stop where I am and not try it again."
He sat by the road and he made up his tale,
To tell when men asked why he happened to fail.

A thousand excuses flew up to his tongue
And these on the thread of his story he strung,
But the truth of the matter he didn't admit
He never once said, "I was frightened and quit."

Whenever the quitter sits down by the road
And drops from the struggle to lighten his load,
He can always recall to his own peace of mind
A string of excuses for falling behind.

But somehow or other, he can't think of one
Good reason for battling and going right on.
Oh, when the bump comes and fate hands you a jar,
Don't baby yourself, whoever you are.

Don't pity yourself and talk over your woes,
Don't think up excuses for dodging the blows,
But stick to the battle and see the thing through
And don't be a quitter, whatever you do.

- Edgar A. Guest

My Comfort Zone

at 1:09 PM
I used to have a comfort zone
Where I knew I wouldn't fail.
The same four walls and busywork
Were really more like a jail.

I longed so much to do the things
I'd never done before,
But I stayed inside my comfort zone
And paced the same old floor.

I said it didn't matter
That I wasn't doing much.
I said I didn't care for things
Like making friends and such.

I claimed to be so busy
With the things inside the zone,
But deep inside I longed
For something special of my own.

I couldn't let my life go by
Just watching others win.
I held my breath; I stepped outside,
And let the change begin.

I took a step and with new strength
I'd never felt before,
I kissed my comfort zone goodbye
And closed and locked the door.

If you're in a comfort zone,
Afraid to venture out,
Remember that all winners
Were at one time filled with doubt.

A step or two and words of praise
Can make your dreams come true
Reach for your future with a smile;
Success is there for you!

- Unknown

I Am Me

at 11:02 AM
In all the world there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because I alone chose it. I own everything about me - my body, my mind, my feelings, my voice, and all my actions, whether then be to others or to myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By doing so, I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts.

I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know. but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for the solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at any given moment in time is me. This is authentic and represents where I am at that moment in time.

If later, some of how I looked and sounded, what I said and did, and how I thought and felt, turns out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.

I own me, and therefore I can engineer me.

I am me and I am okay.

Do More

at 10:56 AM
Do more than exist - Live
Do more than touch - Feel
Do more than look - Observe
Do more than hear - Listen
Do more than listen - Understand
Do more than think - Ponder
Do more than talk - Say something

- John H. Rhodes

Some Time For Me

at 8:39 AM

I feel the warmth of sunlight
As it shines upon my face.
I taste the salty water
As I lie here in this place.

I hear the chirps of little birds
As they sing up in their trees.
I feel the life in all the grass
As the blades tickle my knees.

And all the world is peaceful
In this place that’s just for me,
There’s nothing now to worry about
Just calm serenity.

But soon the magic’s over
And my eyes open to see,
The many different people
Who always seem to need me.

My advice is always better
Than some stranger who’s next door,
And my time must be so special,
For they’re always wanting more.

And I will always give it
For that is who I am,
And I’ll never know how doing it
Has ruined all my plans.

And though I may remember
That place made just for me,
I never shall return there
For people just won’t let me be.

It’s not that I don’t love them,
Because I truly do,
It’s just I want so time for me,
Don’t you?

- Lisa Henderson


Saturday, May 10, 2008 at 6:52 PM
Leadership: The art of getting someone else to do what you want done because he wants to do it.
- Dwight D. Eisenhower

Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.
- Publilius Syrus

A good general not only sees the way to victory, he also knows when victory is impossible.
- Polybius

One of the tests of leadership is the ability to recognize a problem before it becomes an emergency.
- Arnold Glasglow

Look a Little Deeper

at 6:33 PM
Please don't judge me by my face,
By my religion or my race.
Please don't laugh at what I wear,
Or how I look or do my hair.

Please look a little deeper
Way down deep inside,
And although you may not see it,
I have a lot to hide.

Behind my clothes the secrets lie,
Behind my smile, I softly cry.

Please look a little deeper,
And maybe then you'll see,
The lonely girl that lives there
Way down inside of me.

Please listen carefully to her,
Please let her know you're there.
Please try and be a friend to her,
And show her that you care.

Please just get to know her,
And maybe then you'll see,
That if you look just deep enough
You'll find the real me.

- Unknown

May I Listen

at 6:22 PM
May I listen to your worries,
Though you feel despair.
If you talk with me a moment,
You will see that I do care

Please share with me your sorrow,
Don't be ashamed to shed a tear.
I'll listen to your worries,
Try to help remove the fear.

I cannot solve your problems,
This is something only you can do.
But talking through your worries,
Might give and overview.

Perhaps within the silence,
You might just be aware,
That deep within the silence,
Is someone else who cares.

- Unknown