Always the Passenger

Always the Passenger

I’m a passenger on this planet. As far as I know it won’t change. I drive my car, I drive my life but all the time I’m riding shotgun on a rocket ball through space. It doesn’t stop, it doesn’t break, it hurls at 60,000 miles an hour going no place, but the same place, like a race you can trace. No one has stopped it, though many have tried. Bombs and war kill people but the ride never dies.

Doesn’t it make you wonder what’s the game, what’s the plan? Doesn’t it make you wonder who is God, what is man? We get caught up in, “You said this” and “I don’t believe in that.” and it sounds to me like the funniest conversation people have. When we are dead and buried they’ll put our bodies in the ground and the body remains a passenger on this planet spinning round. View full post…

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The Sun

The Sun

“It must be tough to be the sun.  Everyone loves you but no one will touch you.”

Stay wild stay free,

Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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My Batman Story

My Batman Story

I had a half-sized, midnight blue Schwinn bike when I was six years old.  The seat was two-toned blue and white with an “S” in the center.  It was a cool bike and I liked to ride it but that is not the reason it will be emblazoned in my mind with the words justice and righteousness forever.

You see one spring day I left my bike out in our yard and someone slashed the front tire. It was a defining moment for me because it was the first time I saw “meanness” in the world.  In fact, I thought it was the first time anything “bad” had ever happened to anyone anywhere and it confused me.  “Why would someone do something like that?” View full post…

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