Inside the Attic... : ~ Think & Feel ~

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Room for Thought

Hollow head with empty sounds

The echoing of nothingness makes me dizzy

Makes me feel sick like I’ve been spinning round

Not empty really

The mess has been cleaned

Everything has been put away

In its place it sits now

Now what

What do I do with all this space

It is so strange to see everything in its place

I must invite them in

For the mess has been cleaned

But is this worthy enough to be seen

Or to be critiqued in any way

Am I prepared for what they have to say

Will they understand what they see

What will they say

Written by ~ G.,G.Rae
Copyright © 2004
Ginger Gonzales

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"The Soldiers Rest"

Photographed -&- Written by G.,G.Rae

Photograph of The Chalmette National Cemetery (Chalmette, Louisiana)

The Soldiers Rest

A national cemetery

A mass grave

A timeline of history in itself

A monument to fallen heroes

Who thought of more than just themselves

This is where the soldiers rest

This is where they lay their heads

This is where loved ones come to visit them

In this place to mourn the dead

Thousands of unfamiliar names

In rows as far as the eye can see

And with them

Thousands of untold stories

That span our history

This is where the soldiers rest

In this setting serene and bittersweet

Feel the calmness in the air

Feel the lull of soldiers in eternal sleep

How many adversaries did these heroes subdue

How many lives did these warriors save

Did they save the life of at least one person

Or did some of them die in vain

This is where the soldiers rest

But is this a peaceful sleep

When the time came for them to close their eyes

Where they able to find heaven in their dreams

I walk along this quiet path

I put loved ones faces with the names

I try to make sense of why they’re resting here

I want to believe their deaths were not in vain

There are two sides to every story

Two sides to every fight
and as with every argument

Both sides believe they’re right

Loved ones put on uniforms

They leave with the idea they’re keeping the world safe

They go to someone else's home

And justify the lives they take

But if they take one life

Then lose their own

More will be sent in their place

Which raises the questions

What exactly are they fighting for

Who are they really keeping safe

A national cemetery

A mass grave

Proof

Of history taught

But never learned

Watching helplessly as it repeats itself

Knowing each generation will have their turn

Decorated were these heroes

Now decorated are their graves

They risked it all for our freedom

They gave their lives to keep us safe

~ The Soldiers Rest ~
Written -&- Photographed by G.,G.Rae
Copyright © 2005
Ginger Gonzales

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Red

Is the color of the Earth

Blue

Is the color of the sky

Gold and green

Scattered here and there

Most of the water has run dry

A desert through out

A dusty place

The days are hot

The nights are cold

A visual treasure to say the least

This land’s history is more valuable than gold

Its sons and daughters keep alive their traditions

While giving room for things to evolve

From one generation to the next

The old ones tell the stories of their father’s fathers

These stories

Are a part of a history that we should ever forget

Red

Is the color of the men and women

Blue

Was the color of their hearts

When the White settlers came to their land

And tore their whole world apart

Some came in piece

And too find a place to call home

Sadly they were out numbered

By those with a greedy lust for the natives resources and property

What did even more damage

Were the silent killers

The sickness that came with them from across the seas

Red

Is the color of the land

Blood stained from the battles that were fought

Why hasn’t anyone honored these fallen heroes

Our first American soldiers

Their true history still has yet to be taught

They fought for land that was rightfully theirs

They fought for freedom and piece no matter the cost

They fought like true warriors protecting the lives of their loved ones

Many fought selflessly

And many of their own lives were lost

Do you know this land

Do you know its people

Do you know the pride they have in their culture

In their history

Could you ever know or imagine

All they sacrificed and fought for

All in the name of being free

~ Red ~

Written by G.,G.Rae

Ginger Gonzales

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I Am - Who Am

Who Am I

I Am You

I Am the voice that’s in your heart

I'm what you know is true

I Am inside of everyone you meet

Everyone you pass upon the street

I Am the rich

I Am the poor

I Am the excuse for every war

I Am loved and hated in many names

But in every name

I Am still the same

And all of this hate makes me so ashamed

So when I cry inside it begins to rain

But those tears will dry

Those clouds will part

So that hopefully someday you will see

I Am - Who Am

I Am you - You are me

If not

The weight you carry upon your shoulders is yours to bare

You’ve created your own crown of thorns

You’ve done all this because you’ve ignored what’s right

You’ve turned your back on the truth that’s in your heart

And put out its light

But in all this darkness there is a glow

Like the moon that shines upon the snow

And like the snow it is soft and white

Because it is the purest form of light

To reveal this light we hold the key

It’s hidden inside of you and me

And it all begins with just one word

It’s a simple word

In it you will find

Love

Trust

And Peace of mind

To reveal this light

To turn the key

You must first understand I Am – Who Am

I Am you – You are me

I Am What’s Good

I Am What’s Right

I Am That Tender Kiss Goodnight

I Am The TRUTH

I Am What’s Free

And through all of my names

It is my hope

My wish

That everyone will someday see

I Am – Who Am

I Am YOU and You Are ME…

~ I Am - Who Am ~
Written by G.,G.Rae

Ginger Gonzales

All Rights Reserve

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One and the Same

What is fate

What is free will

Are these two separate things

Or do these two things go hand and hand

Are we really in control of what happens in our lives

Have our lives already been planed

For some fate is nothing

It doesn’t exist

A piece of fiction invented by man

Others believe fate has an extreme affect on our lives

And that we are all a part of some master plan

I believe in fate

I have free will

My life has been affected by both of these things

Everyone’s has all over the world

But some don’t understand

What it all truly means

It means that we have control

But only so much

Like walking on to a plane

But not knowing if it will crash

Like so many sweet babies who are brought into this world each day

Then than discarded as if they were trash

This list goes on and on

And it really is sad

Because it’s freewill that's the cause of this pain

Now there are tears of joy mixed in with all the sadness

But if we’re too blind to look

We will only see rain

This double edged sword that we know of as life

Is brutal

But the answer is plain

Freewill means we have control over ourselves

But once we make our choices

Fate grabs hold of the reins

It can lead us down paths we might not normally go down

It might make us do things we may not otherwise do

But we all know the differences between right and wrong

So again

These choices are entirely up to you

There isn’t a difference between fate and freewill

This isn’t very hard to explain

It’s the freewill many

That controls the fate in our lives

So these two things

Really are one and the same

Written by ~ G.,G.Rae
Copyright © 2003
Ginger Gonzales

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One Thought

I’m a strong believer in fate

And that it leads us down certain paths

Regardless of the fact we want to go down those paths or not

To help us find the missing pieces to life’s puzzle

In many cases

We find that missing piece in a place and time in our live

We never in a million years expected to find it

What do we do when that missing piece is right in front of us

And we’re not ready for what we’ve found

Well

If fate is as strong and adamant as I believe it to be

Coming across that missing piece the first time wasn’t fate at all

Merely serendipity

A glimpse into possibility

Being fortunate enough to cross paths a second time

No matter how unexpected

That’s fate

Nothing in this life should be rushed

Whatever is meant to be

Will be

All any of us can do is pay attention to the signs

Listen to our hearts

And always refuse to let fear stand in our way

This is my take on life and love

A small window into how I think and feel

And my way of testing fate

Or maybe is it fate’s way of testing me

One Thought

Written by G.,G.Rae

Ginger Gonzales

Silent Echo

These quiet wordsUsed to echo loudly through my mind

Disquieting
My already restless soul

The act of unearthing them
Used to bring me such relief

Make me feel lighter

Tangible

These words

My words

Have traveled farther

Than my voice could have carried them

They have traveled farther than I could have imagined

Relieved

These words are still palpable

In and on any space outside my mind

The act of unearthing them

No longer appeases my soul

Out of me

They wait to hit the air

Like leaves waiting for a breeze

They wait to be seen by another

To bring peace

To bring relief

To disquiet their mind
To make restless their soul

~ Silent Echo ~
Written By G.,G.Rae

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~ Think & Feel ~

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