I Need To Talk To You

I need to talk to you God

I know you are watching

With tears in your eyes

As this beautiful  earth splits from the skies

The news is not good

Your people are lost

Fighting, poverty and greed

At what price and what cost

Oh Lord I know you are waiting

For all eyes to fall upon you

Other than praying Lord

What can I do

How can I help

Those who do not see

That it is you we should follow

And not that of greed

I hear of shootings

And terrible  crashes

Innocent children

And parents bashing

Women being beaten

And children being whipped

Men losing their pride

As jobs are  being ripped

Oh Lord I can see what

Is happening today

But I am one voice

And I no longer know what to say.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd



Daily Prompt; New Internet Order

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/03/daily-prompt-leader/, DP, Daily Prompt

All the world’s countries have decided that the Internet itself needs a government. Your country asks you to run for Prime Minister of the ‘Net — do you accept? If so, what will your platform be?


Photographers, artists, poets: show us LEADER.

I should be so honored, but sorry, I am not. I would be ashamed to accept this low down position. You are sitting there right now with eyes wide open and hands gasping over mouth, right?killer-pumpkins-doormat

I don’t normally make it a habit to discuss any politics. For one reason, I don’t know enough to be outspoken. For another reason I believe what I believe and I don’t want someone tearing that apart for the sake of argument.

Do you want someone dictating to you your every move?alien Do you want to be scolded for using too many internet hours?mother mad

Do you want a stranger reading every word you write?danger

The more you let a big corporation into your personal life, the more I feel like we are having our souls ripped out of us.

One day we will be alien to who we are and we may even have to report how many sheets of toilet paper we used to wipe our ass.toilet paper

When and if we ever go back to a country that is for the people, by the people, one nation under God, I may change my views.


Abraham Lincoln


Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

These are my own opinions I express. I am not trying to change your views or your beliefs.

The Gift

As you all know because I have crammed it down your throats yesterday, today is National Multiple System Atrophy. There have been so many comments on my Face Book page that I haven’t been able to blog. Believe me I am not complaining. People have lit hundreds of candles in his name. Some have donated in his name. Others have worn purple as I still am today.

I was going through my comments and found this precious gift for my brother and I wanted to share with all of you. None of you have met my brother, but I believe in my heart you know him very well.

Dianne Cogar I see that man Al use to be
There in his eyes still strong and free

Though his heart yearns for better days
He knows deep down this is no phase

He fights through tears, through aches, and pain
And hides them well as his strength wanes

He knows too well what lies ahead
Though it is certain he has no dread

For in his heart I’m sure he knows
That as time passes his purpose grows

For from his experience, his loss and win
Those in the future will profit in

And in Al’s name there will come a time
When his legacy will be the sign

That those like him will face less dread
For answers will reach them just ahead

And in their hearts will always be
The man who brought the world to see

For Al’s a fighter, a leader, and more
A man with purpose we all adore

Without a doubt his heart stays sure
One day they’ll find the perfect cure


Here is the correct and easy route to the M.S.A. page if you want to light a candle for Al today.



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