tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43473869584608233812024-03-13T19:50:40.439-07:00Take a Voyage, One word at a timeTake a Voyage, One word at a time.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202207393963579441noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347386958460823381.post-40027679182260468502009-06-08T21:15:00.000-07:002009-06-08T21:14:39.985-07:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzB-PCM4HhA/Si3hsN0DINI/AAAAAAAAACs/FBh8XT0M7WY/s1600-h/0608091729-779987.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzB-PCM4HhA/Si3hsN0DINI/AAAAAAAAACs/FBh8XT0M7WY/s320/0608091729-779987.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345176482497110226" /></a></p>Baby Yo'seaTake a Voyage, One word at a time.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202207393963579441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347386958460823381.post-73386359573311277492009-06-08T20:58:00.001-07:002009-06-08T20:58:53.355-07:00Testing out this mobile blogging. If it works it might, actually Blog.<br>-Joseph RomoTake a Voyage, One word at a time.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202207393963579441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347386958460823381.post-65724124803223479962008-11-19T12:02:00.000-08:002008-11-19T12:04:40.942-08:00Awoken<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzB-PCM4HhA/SSRxPQLYlEI/AAAAAAAAACY/8qagJnfWa5M/s1600-h/Desert+Sunset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzB-PCM4HhA/SSRxPQLYlEI/AAAAAAAAACY/8qagJnfWa5M/s320/Desert+Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270461970785014850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><center style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><b><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></b></center> <center style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><b><br /></b></center> <b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Upon the desert winds</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">the fresh smell of rain and earth awaken the spirit.</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Speaking softly yet with a rough touch.</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Can you hear it?</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Can you feel it?</b><br /><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">If I could explain the smells, the sounds, the sight</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">it would be through song.</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">What better way to express the heart</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">and honor life’s relations.</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">What better way to allow yourself to become</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">aware, acknowledging the beauty of</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Achai’s creation</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Upon the desert winds</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">the fresh smell of rain and earth awaken my spirit.</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Can you hear it?</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Can you feel it?</b><br /><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">J.T. Romo 2003</b></div>Take a Voyage, One word at a time.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202207393963579441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347386958460823381.post-54454359091997553602007-11-11T23:26:00.000-08:002007-11-12T00:00:36.058-08:00Quote Me2003-<br /><br />At one time or another everyone within their life time experiences the desire or urge to escape from their present moment, especially when the unpredictable thing in life deals out a bad hand, but it's always good to just play it out then to just throw it in and give up.<br /><br />2003-<br /><br />Only with a heavy heart do we feel weighed down but at anytime could we discard the burdens and make room for the purer and lighter feeling in life.Take a Voyage, One word at a time.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202207393963579441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347386958460823381.post-34734492761748425102007-11-11T21:57:00.000-08:002007-11-11T22:36:40.392-08:00Poem<div style="text-align: center;">Bound By Grains Of Sand<br /><br />Enclosed by hatred, anger, and sorrow.<br />Try to run while buried in sand<br />You can't<br />Try to gasp for air<br />Pure fresh air<br />The type of air that the rains bring to a thirsty desert<br />It's hard<br />Try to dig yourself out<br />Strive to reach the surface<br />Can't let the sands of negative being keep you immobile<br />It is possible to be released from the shackles that bound you from the<br />outside and within.<br />It is possible to let it all<br />GOOoooooooooo!!<br /></div>Take a Voyage, One word at a time.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202207393963579441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347386958460823381.post-10698345495497475272007-11-10T23:00:00.000-08:002007-11-11T23:12:36.429-08:00Thoughts on PaperJuly 2003<br />Friendship is like seeds planted within fertile soil. The Chances of them growing and producing beautiful flowers depends on the nurturing and time one puts into them.<br />__________________________________________________________________<br /><br />The sun rise is like the brightness of a smile and laugh, especially the laughs that touch the eyes, is to reveal the depth of the spirit as the sun dose with the warmth of it's care.<br />__________________________________________________________________<br /><br />Some days our hearts feel clouded like a winter overcast blocking the sun. These are days that we seek the comfort of warm shelter. If I could push away the clouds and bring out the brightness of your beautiful smile, then too will I e able to bask in it's warmth.Take a Voyage, One word at a time.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202207393963579441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347386958460823381.post-30617638832236118222007-11-09T17:00:00.000-08:002007-11-11T23:26:34.809-08:00Song LyricsCactus Flower how beautiful you are. Why do you only come out at night<br />At day I look to the top of the cactus<br />only to see your petals closed.<br /><br />How are the birds to sing about your beauty<br />Later I come to see you under the moonlit sky only to glimpse your silloheete.<br />Is it the rugged dessert surroundings that keep you afraid of teh day.<br /><br />Finally Early one morning breathing in the<br />fresh cool air before the heart. I take a look<br />and to my surprise a lone bird was among you<br />and the little brother began to sing.Take a Voyage, One word at a time.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202207393963579441noreply@blogger.com0