THE BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE...

Midnight Keeper

2011-03-26T21:59:00.000-07:00

There is a troublesome silence alone in my room, almost suffocating, as if I were trapped inside my tomb. Not even an echo has roamed my night begining hell, just the loneliness inside of me has crept up to dwell.

My thoughts race and move quickly throughout my restless head, my mind pounds hard on every thought and moment like I have been shot with a ton of lead. No one should have to fathom the sigh that leaves my breath, or the sound of my heart, its beating half to death.

You would think with this kind of silence you could peacefully fall to sleep, but the agony has hollowed traps of my memory,they haunt me, crave and creep. The late dark night hours have yet to begin their scare and continue to keep me awake, how much more can my soul possible take?

The past should be forgotten and I should settle for acceptance, tomorrow is a new day, but instead I let my keeper hold me, every night Iam the prey. It holds me tight within the grip, tearing me apart, until my tears slowly drip.

A quiet cry I intend to place, I dont want anyone to see my fear rolling down my face. This peaceful night I should try to leave it all alone, but its hard when my keeper wants to tell me stories, and remind me of the places I use to roam.

With eyes wide shut, Iam still awake, How much can I be disturbed, if I dont stop this mess soon it will be hard to fake.

Iam haunted by my keeper, my mind wandering ghost, I let it take me in, My soul has become its permenent host.

Written by: Michele Dore-Cannon.

A dreamful splendor...

2011-03-08T18:19:00.000-08:00

As I pull away my sheets and hop into bed, an new place awaits inside of my head.
Escaping the the world in my midnight somber, my mind drifts away to a place I can ponder.

Through the shadows of the dark, I walk beside still waters of a beautiful lake, the flowers and the smell is almost to wonderful to take. The gravel road is leading as far as I can see, to a farmhouse in the distance, why is this so familiar to me?

Past the Weeping Willows and the White blossomed Magnolia trees, Iam not really sure but could this be...

As I walk closer I begin to smell, the presence of of warm cornbread and grits and hear the famous dinner bell! I began to run to the house, my memory has finally taken me back, a life I remember where everthing was on track.

Its a good feeling to hear my old Mamie holler, supper is ready its on the table, come on leave those darn chickens alone and quit playing hopscotch in the stable. Wash your hands and lets sit down, you girls can tell me whats going on over yonder in town.

Grandpa swings open the screen door and comes right on in, no matter what Mamie cooked her good food always gave him a smile or a grin.

These are the happiest moments I will always remember, along with the cold winter months, huddled by a fire Papa would make December. Home is gone but not in my dreams, My memory falls back there during hard times it seems.

As Iam awoke up by the dawns early light, sitting on my bed reality comes back, and memories of home drift slowly out of sight.

After the day is over and I begin to pray, the the good Lord gives me back my dream where I loved to play. The horses and animals the birds and my favorite Willow Will, my favorite place I would daydream with my arms folded on my bedroom window sill.

Do you have a dream of a favorite memory or place, I do, It takes me away, where there were no more troubles ever to face.

Trapped Angel: Written by Michele Cannon( draft)

2011-01-23T19:54:00.000-08:00

She is a young soul, that has been through a strain full of hell. Her skin is soft but burns from the flames beneath her outer shell. In her mind her thoughts race and captivate the pain, of what she had done with a life lived in vain.

Alone in her somber she kneels at night to pray, to hopefully move on from the torture she lived in so many ways. At night she dreams of a night she doesn't cry, she only wishes the memories of the past would just fall away from her and die.

So many times she has been broken down and decieved, sometimes there is just nothing more for her to wonder or even believe. She feels the many eyes of demons watching her at night as she drifts off to sleep her memory of visions begin to take flight.

The burdens of her past are beating on her back, the repression of her memories have turned her wings from white to black. A fallen angel, a broken soul but with alot of her heart she still wants to give, she wonders if anyone will be willing to accept, with all the life she has lived.

The morning light brings a new day without desperation, she swallows the pills without hesitation. To some its so many just to wash the pain away inside, but its gets her through the day cause her feeings are many and too hard to hide.

Today the world surrounds her and the darkness is a night gone in the past, but another night awaits to cut her like glass. But for now the birds above have a song to sing, maybe a moment to forgive for what the past had to bring.

Written by Michele Cannon. (this is only a draft)

Poem I wrote: A Sleepless Light ( Midnight hour of an Army Wife)

2011-01-22T18:28:00.000-08:00

Laying here in the silent dark of night, the shades left open, the moon is my only comfort beaming on sheets of white. Alone Iam in this moonlit room, Only my thoughts surround me as if I were trapped in a tomb.
Its listless and silent within these walls, sometimes I get up to roam my thoughts along these lonely halls.I turn my side to get the brightness away, just to find myself gazing at the pillow where your head would always lay.
I reach for the pillow and pull it close within my arms to embrace, as a lonely heartbroken tear runs down my widowed face. I shift my body back towards the moon's beaming light, the stream of rays from what seems to be heaven helps calm my fright.
So as I lay here in silence with my shadow beamed guest, maybe sleep will find me on my dawn awaiting quest. Even though the nights dark hours have yet to lurk around me, the moon is whispering a light lullabye to quiet comfort and surround me. ~ Michele K. Cannon~

A SLEEPLESS LIGHT
Category: Poetry
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Passing This Torch: Written by Michele Cannon

2011-01-22T14:01:00.000-08:00

As you place your gear on and get ready for battle, you passed the mirror and saw my reflection. I said yes my Son, I have been down this road you are getting ready to travel, too many times to mention.

You stare at my camoflouge old and worn, then you looked down at yours, barely bruised or torn. Who are you? You asked me with concern, looking at my face covered in dirt,sweat and tears over my sunburn.

I looked back at you with my reply, we are just alike you and I. We took that creed that oath that we would die, fighting for freedom and the human right. The day has come for me to pass this light, its a torch that guided me through all and gave me sight.

Iam giving it to you so it will light your way, to help give others freedom and hope for a brighter day. Place it tightly within your heart and keep the flame, keep it strong and help your fellow brothers do the same.

You still want to know where I come from, its a place of honor, held by only some.

I may have liberated concentration camps and flew over Germany in world war II, I may have died at Pearl Harbor, the day the attack happened there were only a survived few. Whether my name is planted on the Veitnam Wall, just like you I saw my fellow brothers fall.

Its true what they say that some gave all, you see its me that passes this torch to you because FREEDOM everywhere must stand tall.

I must go now my son, my duty is finally done, Heavens Army is calling for me, up there we are all together as ONE. You have a place up there too, but you are young and we are counting on you, to carry this light on and hold it true.

I will see you on the other side when its time for you to retreat, you must pass this torch on before reporting home with your mission complete.

Thank you for your service its now time for me to rest, your a HERO now to all, passing this torch of freedom, you now run with the best By: Michele Cannon~

Chained Heart Written by Michele Cannon

2011-01-20T16:37:00.000-08:00

A lonely heart that fell from grace, to a heartbroken soul that fell out of place

You gave your heart to someone and let them take, not knowing the future or what
would be at stake. You never thought possible that someone could gain, the
pleasure of ripping out your heart, just to leave it in pain.

Its hard to see someones true colors in the presence of their reflection, until they
break you apart in pieces and wound you with rejection.

I know the cold lonely nights you deal with all to well, As you lie awake feeling as if
you were trapped in a dark basement cell. I know the feeling of burning inside,
you cant stop your tears, they have become to hard to hide. The walls closing in giving
faintness and dread, weigh on your body like a million pounds of lead.

Dont feel discouraged of what the future may hold, those feelings of being unhappy,
forever lonely and old. Take this time and let the lesions of your inner soul heal,
It may seem hard when the feelings are so real.

Take it from me, I have been there and I understand, this is not the end of your
game, you will have time to deal a brand new deck at hand. Listen to me tell you
there is life after death, it will take your soul some time, but she catches her
breath.

So as you begin to sew the wings back on your heart, remember this experience,
take yourself down a new road with a brand new start. I know how you feel I was
once there before,let yourself close and open a brand new door.

I was in this position some years ago, this I can remember and see, what has
happened to you, has also happened to me.

Written by Michele K. Cannon

Lucid Visions: Through The Glass By Michele Cannon.

2011-01-19T20:29:00.000-08:00

He came to me in a dream. I was running in my house, away from something unknown. I ran to my sliding glass doors. They would not open. Panic, I was in such a panic. I wonder what I was running from and who was chasing me. Fearful, dreadful, poisonous moment of insecurity. The glass doors just will not open! Dressed in a white gown with many tear drops on the front, hair flowing, bare foot and cold chills. My breathing became heavier within each moment the doors refuse to open, it got harder for them to pull.

On the other side of the glass, I realized a shadow drawing near, close, closer...My fear with each step of this strange figure began to calm. Closer to the glass he came. A middle aged man, handsome in a dress blue airforce uniform, trimmed and clean, with the cap on. As he drew near he had a warm smile. He touched the glass with both of his hands. I knew who he was, I couldnt place how or where I knew this man. Dark olive completion thick but well groomed brows. So perfect with such a light about him. I was so happy yet sad at the same time. The door still would not open.

I asked him to please open the door, the words he gently whispered made me feel safe and that everything was going to be okay, like the voice of an angel, he said, "in due time", He would hold his finger up as to point into the dark midnight sky, he said, in such a familiar voice, "Iam watching you my Bella, dont worry, Iam watching over you". He touch his hands on mine through the glass, he kept smiling at me. He was so happy and seemed so free. Where was he from? Why was he here? I had forgetten the mere fact I was running from something...

He backed away from the glass door, slowly, I begged him not to leave, but he just smiled an eventually turned his body towards the left of the door. He kept pointing upward...Finally the door flung open with such a pull it blew the cold wind right through me.
I instantly remembered where I have seen this man before, where I heard his voice before, why he made me feel so safe and my fears were calmed...."Papa, tu sei qui! Sei davvero qui da sempre! Ti amo! Torna indietro! I love you, come back....He was gone. Come back...

This short blog is based on a dream I had 2 nights ago...

Do you ever sit in your dream and say to yourself, "WAKE UP, this is only a dream!" Especially if its a bad one. Then, it just becomes so real each time you think or say that in your mind, in your dream. The brain works in mysterious ways. Do you ever wonder if your dreams are a slight message as to what is really going on around you? Or if they are a message from something beyond our control?

Scientifically, this is called Lucid dreaming. Meaning you are conscious in your dream. You are fully aware of the fact you are dreaming....

Sometimes, I do think something beyond are control plays a part in our dream state. Something unknown to us...

What do you think?? If you have a good answer email it to me at michelecannon28@yahoo.com or facebook me in my inbox.

Can I get a Hooah...

2011-01-18T20:19:00.000-08:00

You stand behind me in the grocery line, you talk about this war like its a political ploy, you wouldn't dare have your son, daughter or(ahhh Faint) Husband sent off to fight for the right of someone else's well being, and you more than likely would have to STOP and think real hard and question if you would want him/her to even defend your own. Do you know who is standing in front of you, seriously. HOOAH.

Iam a Soldier's wife, and sister. I don't ask for your pity, or your questions about how I could love someone who is gone all the time, OR If Iam one of "those" spouses. You know what Iam talking about. The stereotypical version of a military spouse. The one who is unfaithful, jobless and just keeps reproducing??? Are you kidding me??? This happens everywhere, not just amongst the ranks of the unseen, unheard Heroes. So don't give me your crap story about how you know too may of us wives that do this. I have been an Army wife for awhile now, I know what this life is like, you don't. So don't judge all of us based on a few bad seeds that grow amongst us. It happens Everywhere HOOAH <3

You think you know but you really have now spectrum of an idea. EXAMPLE: I explain to a female friend that my husband will be gone for awhile. Then later overhearing her fit throwing conversation with her man because he isnt able to come over one evening, and how they have never spend an evening apart since they met. Try 6 months to a year bitch. Damn, I would love to see that hissy being thrown her direction, That calls for some popcorn and an easy chair. Be thankful. I deal with this shit on the daily, not because I have to because I fell in love with a soldier HOOAH <3

One of my favorites, PLEASE don't lecture me on how I should have never fell in love with such a pride filled man. I didnt know the first thing out of my mouth upon meeting him was saying "Are you in the Army cause I can't hang with that". Don't judge what you haven't experienced, don't throw stones at the woman on the other side of the glass when you are looking from afar because you can't break the unbreakable. Some of us Ladies are made for this stuff. Yes, we cry, we hurt, but we are pretty bad ass and brave. We are also family. A family with a strong enough bond to surpass the Italian MOB, literally. We tend to go the distance because we know what its like, HOOAH <3

The one thing we do ask from others is prayer, and your support for the Men and Women serving this country. Even if you don't support the war, support them. Its because of them that you and I don't have to lace up combat boots and strap guns to our backs. We don't have a draft. Because of them we can be who we want to be. They say that they are the stars and stripes that the American flag is made out of, NAH better yet they are the threads its woven with. HOOAH <3

Life :)

2011-01-17T20:34:00.000-08:00

It is was it is, no turning back to change, no regrets, no solutions, no thinking about the past. That is one of my rules. But sometimes, Maybellene can't hide the lines of time thats gone. I sit and think about it, all that has been, all that I have done. I try not to dwell on things from the past because I like to live for the prestent to make my future better. Iam a very lucky woman to have overcome so much, to have what I have, to be who Iam. I will not forget that.

Sometimes, super women have feelings beyond the hardest shell that has been created. I have my moments, I fear things, I fear my dreams, death, afterlife. What is it really...I dont question God in so many terms, but I tend to ask myself, who is he and what does he have in my path ahead. He brought me through rough travels, I have learned, but I fear my learning experiences are not over. They probably will never be over.

Today Iam mentally exhausted, I have thrown up at least 4 times, stomach bug I guess. Today Iam tired, I want to just relax, but Iam restless. The only thing that gets me through everything is my beautiful daughter, and my hard headed husband. Though Iam a hard head myself. Iam a nut in my own way in a world full of cherrios. So to speak.

Sometimes, I wonder if everyday is going to be the same, day in, day out. I wish I could say Iam not complaining but in a way, Iam. Its call same shit different day sydrome, same clowns, different circus. Yet the circus has been the same old rodeo. Maybe its the winter madness people tend to get. I long for those warm summers, on the beach in Florida. How it was always my cup of tea. I remember spending all day on the beach, in the sun.

Now dont get me wrong, Iam not complaining about my life, then again, you may see it that way. Iam so lucky to be where Iam, with who Iam with. My education and my job has fullfilled me greatly. Being able to provide for my daughter and give her all the pretty things she wants is so rewarding. The smile on her face is music, my sunshine. Having a husband that has a great job as well and is able to pay the bills and give us everything is God sent.

I guess Iam just fighting a few inner demons. A few brutal memories of the past the rest heavy on my soul. A few cracked doors that need to be closed. It happens I guess. Sometimes I wish I would have met the husband I have 1st instead of my ex. Though my husband is not my daughters biological father, I truly wish he was. He should have been. but all things happen for a reason. I wish to further my education. I can never make up my mind, I do like Pharmacy but maybe I need to exceed my nursing credentials further.

Iam a science and literature lover. I would love to further my wisdom in those areas, but its like my drive has left me. Not sure if Iam more afraid of my age or my ability to keep it going and finish. I have an issue of starting something and either never finishing it or getting bored and moving toward a different path. I always try to tell myself to keep going, but then I stop and start something else. Its a cycle that is hard for me to break. I realize this yet I can't seem or its like I just dont want to anymore.

Death and age is a scary cycle. I deal with people dying in my job profession. Sometimes hearing about someone who has passed, and just seeing them the other day, tends to ruin my work day. I know it sounds weird, but you begin to grow attached to some people, maybe thats why I try not to attach. I build a wall around my feelings. But eventually my wall falls. Yes, this woman of steel, her wall tends to collapse.

Friends, I have many, only a few close ones though, 2 in particular that have impacted me. I truly believe they make me a better person. I dont know what I would do without Angela and Julie. They make me smile. There are a few other friends that I have had since high school, Heather, Mary and Krystal. Though we live far from one and other, they are always there too.

Writing this has made me feel a lil bit better. I may not be perfect, I may have a bad attitude, rough outer shell, but my heart is really big. Sometimes I dont show it as often. Going through bad times early in life can do that to you. Its been a journey. Iam sure there is more to come. But for now. Iam a pretty lucky girl. Just having a bad day. We are all allowed some of those once in awhile. :)

ZUMBA!

2010-03-29T19:15:00.000-07:00

I absolutely love Zumba! Its better than craving chocolate! I go twice a week to the most amazing talented instructor. Sometimes I wish her class was more than just twice a week! Not only is it calorie burning but its alot of fun. I cant explain the feeling you get from it. But the results are wonderful. I have lost more weight doing zumba than I have with just food control. I actually eat more and have managed to loose even more just from the metabolism boost Zumba gives me. If you have noever tried it, at first its a little crazy, but after a few times its almost like second nature. I recommend it to anyone looking to loose some serious poundage. So here is a video of a zumba class I found on you tube, Its one of my favorite songs too.

One of my favorites: A Child is Gone

2010-01-06T11:49:00.000-08:00

Darling, give me your absence tonight
Take the shade from the canvas and leave me the white
Let me sink in the silence that echoes inside
And don't bother leaving the light on

'Cause I suddenly feel like a different person
From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion
And I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion
A vacancy that just did not belong
The child is gone

Honey, help me out of this mess
I'm a stranger to myself
But don't reach for me, I'm too far away
I don't wanna talk 'cause there's nothing left to say

So my darling, give me your absence tonight
Take all of your sympathy and leave it outside
'Cause there's no kind of loving that can make this alright
I'm trying to find a place I belong

And I suddenly feel like a different person
From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion
And I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion
As the darkness turns into the dawn
The child is gone

A Solider Reports to God.

2009-08-10T20:59:00.000-07:00

A Soldier Reports to God

The Soldier stood and faced his God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as brightly as his brass.

Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?

The soldier squared his shoulders
and said, No Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills just got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand,
I've never had that much in life,
So if you don't I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God,

"Step forward now you soldier
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

Author: Unknown.

Army Funnies! lol! At least they have some fun, God bless them all!

2009-07-13T22:27:00.000-07:00

IS THIS NOT US LADIES!!! LMAO!! HILARIOUS!!

2009-05-10T13:15:00.001-07:00

A GHOST THAT LIES WITHIN.....

2009-05-03T13:52:00.000-07:00

THERE IS A TROUBLESOME SILENCE AS I LIE HERE IN THE DARK IN THIS ROOM, IT SUFFOCATES ME AS IF MY BODY WERE LYING TRAPPED IN A TOMB. NOT EVEN A CRACK OF A FLOOR ECHOS THROUGH THESE SHALLOW HALLS, JUST A LONE SILENCE OF AIR FILLS AND SURROUNDS THESE PALE WALLS. I JUMP UP QUICKLY AT THE NOISE COMING FROM THE DOOR, ONLY TO SEE THE CAT WALKING QUIETLY INTO THE BEDROOM ACROSS THE FLOOR, I CANT FATHOM THE SIGH THAT HAS LEFT MY BREATH, OR THE SOUND COMING FROM MY HEART THATS BEATING HALF TO DEATH. YOU WOULD THINK THIS NIGHT IN PEACE WOULD PUT ME RIGHT TO SLEEP, BUT MY THOUGHTS TRAP ME AND TEND TO HAUNT ME AND CREEP. I FEEL A PRESENCE BEHIND ME AS I TURN SLOWLY AROUND TO TAKE A LOOK, THERE IS NOTHING THERE JUST MY NIGHTSTAND, A GLASS OF WATER, AND MY BOOK. THE DARK NIGHT HOURS SCARE ME AS IAM ALONE AND AWAKE, HOW MUCH CAN MY MIND,BODY AND SOUL TAKE. AS I KEEP TELLING MYSELF THERE IS NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF IN THIS HOUSE, THERE'S NO ONE HERE TO SCARE ME NOT EVEN A SPIRIT OR A MOUSE, I TAKE A PEEK THROUGH MY THE WINDOW IN A GLANCE OF FEAR, AND REALIZE THAT TIME HAS TAKEN A TOLL AND MY SLEEPINESS DRAWS TO A NEAR. SO I LAY DOWN AND GO TO MY VIVID DREAM PLACE WHERE MY IMAGINATION ROAMS AND THIS DREADFUL NIGHT IN MY MIND WILL SOON ERASE. UNTIL TOMORROW NIGHT I GREET THIS TIME AGAIN WITH MY MIND FILLED GHOST, IAM HERE FOR ITS TAKING, I HAVE BECOME SOULY,FOREVER, ITS SPIRIT HOST. ~MICHELE~
THIS POEM HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED THANKS~MICHELE~
A GHOST LIES WITHIN
Category: Poetry
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2009-04-27T13:26:00.001-07:00

WE HAVE A LOVE LIKE A MODERN DAY JOHNNY AND JUNE, WITH RINGS OF FIRE BURNING AND A LOVE TO HEAL OUR DEEPEST RAGING WOUND. NO ONE WILL EVER BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND THE LOVE BETWEEN ME AND YOU. IF THEY FOLLOW THE STORY THEY WOULD KNOW ITS TRUE YOU ARE MY JOHNNY, AND I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR JUNE~

A POEM I WROTE: MY SOLDIER, MY FIGHT, MY LIFE

2009-04-20T18:37:00.000-07:00

I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH, MY SOLDIER, DONT BE GONE TOO LONG I HOPE BECAUSE EVERYDAY OUR DAUGHTER GROWS OLDER AND STRONG. WHEN YOU GET A CHANCE BEFORE SLEEPING LOOK UP AT THE BRIGHTEST STAR WORTH KEEPING, KNOW ITS ME LOOKING AT THE SAME STAR TOO WISHING I WAS WITH YOU. I WILL REMEMBER NOT EVER TO COMPLAIN WHEN ITS TOO HOT OR IF IT RAINS, BECAUSE I WILL BE THINKING OF YOU AND THE SITUATIONS YOU ENDURE AND GO THROUGH. YOU TELL ME TO WIPE AWAY THOSE TEARS, BUT I CANT HELP IT I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART MY LOVE, MY DEAR. PLEASE DONT WORRY FOR ME I WAS ALONE BEFORE YOU AND ME. I WILL TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE, I WANT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF YOU FOR ME, YOUR MY ONLY ONE. CONCENTRATE ON YOUR JOB AND DO WHATS RIGHT AND DONT WORRY ABOUT ME AND TRY TO GET SOME SLEEP AT NIGHT. JUST KNOW YOU ARE IN MY DREAMS THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE AND I KNOW THAT YOU CARE. WE MAY NOT BE TOGETHER FOR AWHILE AND THIS WILL BE SO HARD AND EVERYDAY KNOW I WILL WRITE TO YOU SEND PICTURES AND CARDS. YOUR MY BEST FRIEND AND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND JUST KNOW IAM RIGHT THERE WITH YOU THROUGH ALL OF THIS FIGHT. ITS A BATTLE FOR YOU BUT YOUR NOT ALONE I FIGHT TOO AND WISH FOR YOU TO COME HOME. SO WHEN YOU GET THAT CHANCE TOO LOOK AT THAT STAR SO BRIGHT KNOW I WISHED ON THAT STAR IN THE SAME SKY LAST NIGHT. I MIGHT NOT BE THERE WITHIN YOUR SIGHT BUT IAM THERE BECAUSE AS WELL THIS IS MY FIGHT. MICHELE ~(COPYRIGHT PROTECTED DO NOT ATTEMPT TO COPY THE CONTENTS OF THIS BLOG)

MY SOLDIER,MYFIGHT,MYLIFE
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THE QUIET HERO~AUTHOR UNKNOWN~

2009-04-10T05:38:00.000-07:00

ITALIAN BELLA POST: THE DREAM THAT MEANS SO MUCH

2009-03-30T11:39:00.000-07:00

LAST NIGHT I HAD THE STRANGEST DREAM BUT IT WAS SO REALISTIC. RECENTLY MY GRANDFATHER DIED RIGHT BEFORE XMAS. AND SINCE THEN I HAVE BEEN WONDERING IF I WILL EVER DREAM ABOUT HIM IR IF HE WILL EVER COME TO ME AND WHAT MOST PEOPLE WOULD SAY "HAUNT ME" LOL. BUT NOT IN THAT WAY. MY DREAM STARTED OFF AT MY GRANDPAS HOUSE. WE WERE ALL THERE TRYING TO GRASP THE FACT HE WAS GONE AND THAT WE HAD TO SORT THROUGH HIS THINGS. IN MY DREAMS I VISIONED HIM PRAYING WITH A ROSARY AND HOLDING IT IN HIS HAND FOR ME TO SEE. THEN I FOUND IT IN A DRAWER, WHAT DRAWER I CANNOT REMEMBER AND ITS BURING ME AT THIS POINT AS TO WHERE IT MIGHT BE. IAM THINKING POSSIBLY THE BATHROOM DRAWER?? ANYHOW I ENDED UP FINDING IT AND NOT TELLING ANYONE(IN MY DREAM) WELL AFTER THAT STRANGE THINGS WERE HAPPENING TO ME AND I WAS SEEING THINGS MOVE BEFORE MY EYES AND CHAIRS AND TABLES BEING SET UP., STOOLS BEING MOVED,KNOBS ON THINGS FLOATING IN MID AIR, IT WAS KINDA SCARY AT TIMES,SO I PUT THE ROSARY BACK TO END THIS. I EMAILED MY UNCLE TO SEE IF HE KNEW ANYTHING OF THE SORT AND I HOPE TO GET A RESPONSE SOON. BUT FOR NOW I WILL HOLD THIS DREAM CLOSE TO MY HEART. FOR SOME REASON HE WANTED ME TO SEE THE ROSARY. FOR WHAT REASON IAM NOT SURE. MAYBE I WILL FIND OUT SOMEDAY.......

THE SILENT RANKS......

2009-03-28T18:22:00.000-07:00

THE ARMY WIFE PRAYER

2009-03-25T14:20:00.001-07:00

Dear Lord,Give me the greatness of heart to see the difference between duty and his love for me.Give me a task to do each day, to fill the time when he is away.When he is in a foreign land, keep him safe in your loving hand.And, when duty is in the field, please protect him and be his shield. And Lord, when deployment is so long, please stay with me and keep me strong. AMEN