tribute to the fallen

the pot of gold appears to have re-turned to the rainbow from which it sprang. the lightning of abundance strikes as it will, and the rains from the clouds come and go as they wither. it is these times that call to mind our dependence, not on financial bonds or future promise of material wealth, but on each other. on our God. and on our honor. these are my tributes, these are my pray-ses.... calmly hold anothers trembling hand , we all need this from time to time, each one in our personal hour of need. Allmen.

EVER MORE BLOGH BLOGH BLAGH!

A LONG TIME FORGOTTEN, ARE DREAMS, THAT JUST FELL BY THE WAY. THE GOOD LIFE HE PROMISED, AIN'T WHAT WE'RE LIVIN TODAY. WAYLON JENNINGS.