http://yatta.me Just another WordPress weblog Sat, 21 Mar 2009 03:03:12 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en One of the most beautiful visual treasures in life is a rainbow. I suppose it’s has always been. But the rainbow became a significant beauty for me one summer day when my mother allowed me to run alone to get my father from the park because a storm was coming. ... http://yatta.me/2009/03/supernumerary-daddy/ There seems to be possession beyond the trees that clears the mind and soul, I’ve glimpsed the space, imagined its grace, but never known for sure You see the further I walk, the closer I get to just another tree My hope becomes weary, the overhang is dreary and I just fall to ... http://yatta.me/2009/03/gift-from-zacchaeus/ I didn’t want to say But you made it ok So with trembling hands And pounding heart Those words cascaded from my lips Floated into your ears And landed in your secret place Yours was a selfish request Mine was hope at best Wellsprings grew and I saw you, No longer the dream, but before me. Yet, I walked home alone ... http://yatta.me/2009/01/30/ I could probably entertain you forever with my philosphy of men, but I won't (I want you visit back.) Instead I'll leave you with a silly little list my friend and I came up with categorizing some of the candy we've...encountered. Add your own if you'd like. Peppermints- Church eye candy Mike ... http://yatta.me/2009/01/eye-candy-by-yatta/ No seed to grow lives here These are just things To be No room to fill here These are voids Spaces, negate No smiles to be seen here These are the spasms of strain A force in social nature No soul to guide resides here These are the hollows of memory Forgotten, thoughtless Draw deep, my breath Feel all, my soul Consume more, my ... http://yatta.me/2009/01/non-sequitur-by-yatta/ I am woman of great passion, carved from loves core, etched in the finest romanticism, refined in spirituality and armored in justice. I live with the freedom of not recognizing my gender, my race, or age. I am a respecter only of rights and wrongs, not titles and classes. I ... http://yatta.me/2009/01/here-by-yatta/ Only two, we call it the terrible stage, feet so small to fit into my palm. It struck him, the circular post, painted a bright white, he stopped in awe taking it all in and as if answering the sirens call, moved in for an appreciative caress taking in the ... http://yatta.me/2009/01/she-missed-his-call-by-yatta/ Hi I welcome and thank you for your visit(s).  This is just a preamble to explain my material. Like any writer, everything to me is a topic for discussion. But sometimes a situation or site ignites verbal imagination so strong I just cannot ignore it. In these cases, I pull out ... http://yatta.me/2009/01/the-preamble/