tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14888285373252547512024-02-08T10:29:42.645-05:00The changes in meEvery day at its beginning is great, it's up to those who live it to keep it that way...K.E. aka Deo VolenteDeo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.comBlogger239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-60971473992005724262024-01-27T18:05:00.000-05:002024-01-27T18:05:07.412-05:00I am not a fan, well maybe just a little.<p> I should start off by saying, Happy New Year. Now that we've gotten that out the way let's get to it. </p><p>I don't know if it's because of those formative years on an island where it was easily 90 degrees in the shade or just age and the bones that come with it, but I can honestly say, I do not like winter. He seems to come with a vengeance of bone chilling air, dreary sky and rain you dare not frolic in. Yet he does have moments that make you smile. Christmas is certainly his finest hour, the lights, the smell, the joy. One cannot deny that if you are blessed to share the holidays with someone you love, it has a way of warming your heart. Snow also has a way of warming the heart, I know that's strange to say but it can be magical and inspiring as long as you don't have to shovel it, drive in it or lose power because of it. I suppose the truth is, everything has an upside, you just have to be willing to see it. It is on that note that I will say this, seek the beauty in everything. I know, it isn't always easy, but I think it's important. It can be so easy to get caught up in the bitter taste of the moment, losing sight of the sweetness that came before it and if we're not careful dismissing the sweetness that comes after. My resolution this year is to laugh as often as I can and allowing myself the grace to stand joyously through both the bitter and the sweet. Afterall life is short, and no one gets to write my story but me, so why not make the best of all of it.</p><p>Wishing you warmth in body, mind and soul. </p><p>K.E.C.</p><p>aka Deo Volente</p><p>1/27/2024</p>Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-87793017265696521582023-08-12T18:52:00.000-04:002023-08-12T18:52:14.980-04:00Friendship - It does matter.<p> In a world of virtual friendships, I wonder if we know what true friendship looks like. </p><p>The other day I felt out of sorts and being a woman of a certain age, that isn't all that uncommon :) Nevertheless, I muddled through as best I could until I simply couldn't and in a moment of clarity, I texted a friend. This friend said "call me" then sat on the phone for over 2 hours with me just shooting the breeze, but they were not done. The following morning my friend came to visit just to check in. The entire situation got me thinking, so I asked myself the following...</p><p>On the list of those I call friends, how many would drop everything to be there if I needed them?</p><p>And on the list of those I call friends, how many would I drop everything for, to be there if they needed me?</p><p>We have to be realistic right, dropping everything is easier said than done. Still, do people today bother to take the time to be there for someone else? Not to gain something or to be nosey but simply because they care. I honestly believe that this is the sign of friendship, not likes, followers or tweets but being present, sharing time, thoughts, moments, listening with intent and purpose. </p><p>If you know me, you know that this was merely the beginning, so needless to say I asked myself another question... </p><p>Could the alternative be a selfish distant cousin to friendship? </p><p>Let me expand on that.</p><p>Though I believe that true friendship can be found in any environment be it professional, social or personal and can as a result be a catalyst for growth. More often than not people today align themselves with others merely to reap the benefit. Not because they care about the individual but rather because they see them as a connection that can be utilized to climb the perpetual ladders of our selfie world.</p><p>What I concluded is this: </p><p>I am blessed to have a Friend! The fact is I have more than one but in a world such as we live in today, one is all you truly need. </p><p>That said, my advice to you is this. You may be the one for someone else so even if you don't get a text, remember that your friendship makes a difference. So be sure to listen, be present, share your time, thoughts, moments and most importantly, do it all with purpose and intent. If we're lucky it may become the next big thing. </p><p> K.E.C</p><p>aka Deo Volente</p><p>8/12/2023</p><p><br /></p>Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-44323681950971229272023-08-12T14:44:00.000-04:002023-08-12T14:44:25.550-04:00Reflection of grief. <p> I find that I am weary</p><p>this day so bright yet dreary</p><p>has crept into my soul with sigh</p><p>drowning hope with burning cry</p><p>a scream to echo, why!</p><p><br /></p><p>But this is not a question friend</p><p>it is I fear the woe of end</p><p>that wraps around in tune</p><p>with tears to follow soon.</p><p><br /></p><p>Where darkness keeps the light at bay</p><p>and what should be, now dare I say</p><p>eludes the bleeding heart</p><p>miles and miles apart.</p><p><br /></p><p>I kiss the night with every hope </p><p>and pray that on this wretched rope </p><p>my faith will not run dry</p><p>until the day I die.</p><p><br /></p><p>So as I look up at each star</p><p>I wonder friend, which one you are, </p><p>for you were like no other ...</p><p>I love you still, my brother. </p><p><br /></p><p>K.E.C</p><p>aka Deo Volente</p><p>August 12, 2023.</p><p><br /></p>Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-48666484715824391262022-10-15T23:52:00.001-04:002022-10-16T10:02:00.946-04:00Trust<p>There are moments when the darkness finds,</p><p class="MsoNormal">shadows deep within the lines,</p><p class="MsoNormal">as color that was, simply fades away,</p><p class="MsoNormal">moments when the world just turns to gray.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">When marvel is no longer thine,</p><p class="MsoNormal">and seconds weave deep into time,</p><p class="MsoNormal">mercilessly keeping joy at bay,</p><p class="MsoNormal">moments when the devil comes to play.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br />At least that’s what the darkness cries,</p><p class="MsoNormal">as it creeps and folds and binds,</p><p class="MsoNormal">shattering the peace you thought you knew,</p><p class="MsoNormal">then sunshine calmly burns his way on through.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I love you son, my sun, I really do!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> KEC</o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>aka Deo Volente</o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">October 15, 2022</p>Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-44697077331125338832018-09-08T16:07:00.000-04:002018-09-08T16:07:21.406-04:00Alive and kicking :)Yes I am in many ways still myself today<br />
Woman, Mother, Wife and Child...<br />
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I have faltered, I have stood<br />
I have done the best I could<br />
In every aspect on my weary road<br />
I have trudged on with my often heavy load<br />
<br />
Yet he stands beside me sound<br />
I know that in him peace is found<br />
no matter how the weather turns the sky<br />
upon his wings I know that I can fly<br />
<br />
I can soar to height unknown<br />
certain I am not alone<br />
for he who made me<br />
chose to love me still<br />
not one second, is without his will<br />
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and though sometimes I may stray<br />
going off this narrow way<br />
I have no doubt he waits for my return<br />
confident that in my faults I'll learn<br />
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So I stand with peace of heart<br />
knowing we are not apart<br />
filled with love that man cannot provide...<br />
Faith is an extraordinary ride.<br />
<br />
KEC<br />
aka Deo Volente<br />
9.8.18<br />
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<br />Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-86639955740191248802015-11-21T13:20:00.000-05:002015-11-21T13:20:09.950-05:00ShiningALight...well worth the watch.<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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The song that I liked most in this concert was “if I could
kill a word” …imagine for one moment that we could wipe the word hate from the
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longer we as humans fail to be more than what divides us, the greater our
divide will become. I firmly believe there is no harm in treating others the
way we wish to be treated. After all if we are true to ourselves we cannot deny
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<![endif]-->K E-C<br />
aka D.V.<br />
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<br />
November 21, 2015<br />
Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-47721346687609073672015-11-14T13:51:00.000-05:002015-11-14T13:51:17.107-05:00To France...Again I sit in silence aware <br />
again I am shaken as I shed a tear<br />
each for the broken as well as the lost<br />
for anger has surfaced and dreadful the cost<br />
<br />
Again I am wounded by actions of hate<br />
staring in silence, hours too late<br />
baffled by what has become common place<br />
what's happen to our human race?<br />
<br />
We seek out our difference and never our same<br />
we shatter our beauty and deflect our blame<br />
love is no loner the state that we seek<br />
our hatred has risen to its highest peek<br />
<br />
Again I am down on my knee<br />
worried by what will be<br />
tomorrow is screaming today<br />
with flowers and candles we pay<br />
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Again I am praying with all of my heart<br />
that though we are plenty and oceans apart<br />
we'll seek you oh Lord in our pain<br />
and you will restore us again.<br />
<br />
<br />
K E-C<br />
Deo Volente<br />
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11/14/15Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-24422738522309769642015-08-29T11:49:00.000-04:002015-08-29T11:49:46.723-04:00There would be
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There would be silence, if mind was still</div>
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there would be peace, if there was will</div>
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yet all that lingers are doubts within thought</div>
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for everything one could and ought</div>
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Each year does trickle by seconds unseen</div>
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fading in darkness of unending dream</div>
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motions the turning of time</div>
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most without reason or rhyme</div>
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There could be fortune if coin did not measure</div>
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but rather by family and laughter our treasure</div>
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prosperity grown without greed</div>
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with faith and compassion our seeds</div>
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There might be solace if he did not linger</div>
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tempting the spirit to posture by finger</div>
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a world without anger or hate</div>
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I wonder if it’s now too late…</div>
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There might be marvel within every turn</div>
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If much like our children, from heart we would learn</div>
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A pastime of wonder by sight</div>
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Where hope is our stronghold at night</div>
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There might be acceptance, if judgment would die</div>
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And for all our failings we simply would try</div>
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For we cannot mold man from clay</div>
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and God will address all one day</div>
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I would not be foolish if I had the mind</div>
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to seek not these blessings of which I can't find</div>
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I would not be weary if I would relent</div>
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accepting what is, in content</div>
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But no I must linger and grope in the dark</div>
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for any small proof of a wondrous spark</div>
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wishing and hoping this world still had heart</div>
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far from the failings of start, with virtuous truth to impart.</div>
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<o:p> </o:p></div>
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K. E-C.</div>
Deo Volente<br />
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August 29, 2015</div>
Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-84895805988968738542015-05-02T22:36:00.002-04:002015-05-02T22:36:38.207-04:00meaning?I was asked what I thought the meaning of life is and to be honest I have no clue. I only know that we are here for a reason and only God knows what that is, our job is to do the best we can in the time we are given.<br />
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I sit<br />
I breathe<br />
I am<br />
I believe<br />
<br />
I laugh<br />
I cry<br />
I live<br />
I'll die<br />
<br />
I'm still<br />
in thought<br />
I'm lost<br />
I've fought <br />
<br />
I doubt<br />
I dare<br />
I struggle<br />
I care<br />
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I fade<br />
I glow<br />
I wither<br />
I grow<br />
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I break<br />
I mend<br />
I wont pretend<br />
life is...<br />
and I endure<br />
God's great<br />
of that I'm sure.<br />
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<br />
D.V.<br />
May 2, 2015.<br />
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<br />Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-3948981304318768602015-01-02T17:15:00.000-05:002015-01-02T17:15:30.503-05:00New to me...I watched silently as the world celebrated the final moments of 2014 and nothing...not a glimmer nor a spark. 2014 had been the year of loss and reflection and now I stood, atop another. I found myself filled with uncertainty and skepticism, diminishing the fresh anticipation of 2015. So as I reflect in the twinkle of this new year on my solemn departure from the old, this is my resolution...<br />
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If it be thy will oh Lord,<br />
lead me with thy great accord,<br />
in each step I have to take... <br />
for me and for my loved ones sake.<br />
Hold me closely to your heart<br />
till we can't be told apart,<br />
let my light shine from your flame<br />
and to my loved ones, do the same<br />
for though we are but specks on Earth<br />
with you oh Lord we'll find our worth. <br />
<br />
Amen<br />
<br />
Deo Volente aka <br />
K.E.C<br />
1/2/15<br />
Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-40358128924223815012014-12-23T10:05:00.002-05:002015-01-02T17:21:43.767-05:00My Wish this seasonAnother year has managed to slip by and here we are again, on the skirt tail of a new one. Standing in the hue of Christmas lights, the shadow of hope, the sparkle of dreams and wishing for what ever our hearts hold dear. For me my wishes are simple; may everyone find themselves cloaked in the love of God and family and dream as vast as the night sky because with faith and love the possibilities are endless.<br />
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Merry Christmas World!<br />
<br />
D.V<br />
12/23/14Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-37926031687641660932014-10-22T21:13:00.002-04:002014-10-22T21:13:21.408-04:00Hollywoodized!Have you ever read a book and loved it? As every line shackled you and with bated breath you simply could not wait to turn the page, romance novels do not count (personally I detest those things). I mean a book, a tale so riveting it plays like a movie in your mind. Assuming you said yes and the memory has come flooding back, you're smiling aren't you? now flip the script. Ever watched a movie of a book without reading the book and was captivated by it, so much so you could not wait to get your hands on the book? After all the book is always better right... au contraire.<br />
I watched the movie " A walk to remember" more than a dozen times, having fallen in love with it from the first time I saw it. Over the years it has ranked as one of my favorite movies of all time. Well several months ago I got my hands on the book and a few weeks ago I read it. Let me tell you I was crushed, had I read the book then seen the movie who knows how I would feel. So I offer this advise to those who have seen and loved the movie, leave the book on the shelf or if you must read it, forget about the movie. The two are very different, in fact, the religious premiss of the book is almost completely removed. The similarities begin and end with the names of the characters, almost all else has been... dare I say, "hollywoodized!" I am not at all sure how I feel about that.<br />
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D.V.<br />
10/22/14Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-53270564543987633182014-08-11T19:48:00.000-04:002014-08-11T19:48:07.347-04:00What a loss!I am stunned at the news of Robin William's passing, he is my absolute favorite comedian. There was never and never will there be anyone as talented as he. May he rest in peace.<br />
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D.V.Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-68706006087394688082014-08-08T13:47:00.000-04:002014-08-08T14:01:55.260-04:00Empathy and the lack there of...I watch the news or what snippet of it I can find each day, I have always been that way. In my youth I made a point to watch the year in review just to see if I had missed anything during the year. Lately I have had the hardest time watching the news for a few reasons. To begin with there is so much tragedy, hatred and cruelty. It's as though humans are caught in the grip of something sinister, I have a hard time listening to the broadcasters and or reporters. I would like to think that this is a turn of the screw, deeper yet no different than the turn before it but I can't. I have come to the conclusion that greed and lack of empathy seems to dictate the actions of so many, we as a human race are destined to rip each other to pieces. What happened to our world? I sit here thinking of a song by Lou Rawls that I loved long ago, maybe you know it, if not, it's worth looking up. It's called "What's the matter with the world" it goes on to say "has the world gone mad, nothing's wrong with the world, it's just the people that's in it" It all gives me pause; war, disease, murder and the list goes on. I just don't see the harm in the idea of live and let live but I suppose that would require empathy and not too many of us even understand what that means anymore. <br />
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Be well<br />
Deo.Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-22166779134297507612014-07-15T10:06:00.000-04:002014-07-15T10:10:11.982-04:00Now that it's over....After 4 long years of waiting, it's over! I can honestly say that this world cup came with more ups and downs than most for me. I found that more teams played what I have always called "dirty" and that was troublesome. The up side however was those teams did not get very far, so yes, there is justice. The USA did far better than they were given credit for, next time I hope that they improve stamina, speed and rush the goal a bit more. Still, I can say anything since I am just sitting and watching, after all... "everyone has an opinion". I have gained great respect for several players this year and more than once my heart broke as they and their teams were eliminated. When the final match rolled around I had no favorite because I liked both teams but as the game progressed it went without saying that Germany played a better and cleaner game so they earned the win. That said without naming names or pointing fingers I will say this...for the teams who played dirty, clean up your act please, children are watching. For the teams who fell short but played with all their hearts, do not be discouraged. For my home team, you made us proud! For Germany and Argentina...hats off to you both. With that I shall begin my count down to World Cup 2018.<br />
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Play fair and Play hard World :)<br />
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Deo <br />
<br />Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-10427424323721948452014-06-29T18:01:00.000-04:002014-06-29T18:01:31.185-04:00Soccer...the real foot ball :)Well it is that time again...FIFA has me parked in front of my television and until the final whistle I shall not be moved! As always though it irritates me when some of these talented young men play dirty, why not play by the rules and let the score tell the tale. Never the less I hold out hope that the world will watch and cheer along with me, setting aside our differences and celebrating the passion and heart that goes into playing this great sport for 90 plus minutes.<br />
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P.S.<br />
I don't care what anyone says, I will scream and cheer for the red white and blue...win or lose!<br />
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Go World<br />
Deo.Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-73313858483118124882014-06-07T23:00:00.000-04:002014-06-07T23:00:54.830-04:00Soldier at the museum<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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I felt you then I saw you,
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didn’t even catch your name.</div>
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In moment so much deeper</div>
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than days of all my same.</div>
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Pass the glass enclosures,</div>
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this yesteryear by pane.</div>
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Battles, guns and bullets,</div>
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trinkets that remain.</div>
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I saw you fixed and humbled,</div>
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my heart knew all too well…</div>
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you stood inside a memory,</div>
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your lips would never tell.</div>
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I wanted to engage you,</div>
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to share a thought or two</div>
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but couldn’t find the courage,</div>
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for who knows what you’d do.</div>
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Glare at me in anger, </div>
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as I disturb your thought</div>
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or would you just ignore me,</div>
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unsure of what I sought.</div>
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It’s too late now to do it</div>
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and though you’ll never hear.</div>
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Inside my still small moment,</div>
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I’ll tell you now I care.</div>
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I care beyond the camo, </div>
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the colors that you wear.</div>
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Each moment I was absent, </div>
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though you were surely there.</div>
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I care that you endured it;</div>
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the pain, the loss, the fight.</div>
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I thank you for your courage,</div>
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beyond my field of sight.</div>
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Deo Volente </div>
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aka KEC.</div>
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June 7, 2014</div>
Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-70575690955097480392014-02-03T18:08:00.000-05:002014-02-08T19:48:51.322-05:00Pain and lossI have not written a word in so long and now more than ever I have to. <br />
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How do I write my hurt in prose <br />
while deep within my heart it grows.<br />
I can't begin to pen the pain <br />
for now each word may be in vain <br />
as only God knows if you hear, <br />
since you are now, no longer here. <br />
A broken heart, a shaken soul <br />
for all the moments left untold. <br />
I wish I had the time to tell <br />
all that caused this heart to swell. <br />
All the laughter, all the pain, <br />
all things different, all the same. <br />
Tears perched deeply in these eyes <br />
death came knocking without lies. <br />
Nothing made up, nothing blurred, <br />
memories wrapped in every word<br />
all the things now left unsaid <br />
as you rest your weary head. <br />
I loved you then and love you still, <br />
I pray you know, I always will.<br />
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<br />
Keisha E-Cook<br />
Aka Deo Volente<br />
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February 3, 2014Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-39154206268724164812014-01-18T13:42:00.003-05:002014-01-18T13:51:51.924-05:00Humility<br />
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Humility…</div>
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A fool among the scholars,<br />
not self-assured or wise.<br />
Caught amidst skyscrapers,<br />
useless in their eyes.<br />
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My footsteps are my virtue,<br />
with heart upon my sleeve.<br />
I question ever softly,<br />
the truth that they believe.<br />
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My thought a whispered question,<br />
I simply do not share<br />
and even if I dared to,<br />
I doubt that they would care.<br />
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I have no trophy mounted,<br />
no title starts my name.<br />
My bank account is meager,<br />
I have no claim to fame.<br />
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These things are mine to ponder,<br />
as on my path I go,<br />
groping in a city,<br />
surrounded by the know.<br />
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The mighty and the honored,<br />
the titled and the great…<br />
but if we all rode horses,<br />
who then would hold the gate. <br />
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Deo Volente<br />
January 18, 2014Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-42691848403706567292013-11-07T21:42:00.000-05:002013-11-07T22:13:31.806-05:00And stillI watch the leaves falling <br />
their memories calling<br />
caught in the tale of the wind<br />
tossing and blowing <br />
destiny unknowing<br />
aging in color of thrill<br />
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I see the sun setting<br />
a day soon forgetting<br />
its minutes and hours before<br />
breath taking and so much more<br />
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I hear my mind turning<br />
for dreams ever yearning<br />
as yet another year says adieu<br />
waiting for footprints anew<br />
God leads the way<br />
through and through...<br />
every still moment so true.<br />
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<br />
Deo Volente<br />
November 7, 2013Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-348266629749374012013-06-28T11:34:00.000-04:002013-06-28T11:34:17.245-04:00Try harder!Have you ever tried to do something and felt, as they say in Jamaica " wishie washie" ? For those of you who just said "what!" I will explain. It means to approach something; be it a task, an opinion and so on, in a less than clear, concise or definitive manner. Today that fits me well, I have much to do and find myself muddling through it all. Slow and steady doesn't always win the race; sometimes it just causes you to become wishie washie. Have a wonderful Friday world.<br />
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D.V.<br />
June 28, 2013<br />
<br />
Same old wall, <br />
dull as paint.<br />
Get out devil,<br />
welcome saint.<br />
Bible open, <br />
chapter read.<br />
Words of virtue, <br />
in my head.<br />
Lots to tackle, <br />
all today.<br />
Much to do,<br />
on my way.<br />
Oh so tired,<br />
lost my spunk.<br />
Man! <br />
today I'm in a funk.<br />
Still "no problem"<br />
as they say.<br />
Father bless me...<br />
come what may.<br />
<br />
Deo Volente<br />
June 28, 2013<br />
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Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-54148382430506414722013-06-25T15:26:00.000-04:002013-06-25T15:26:01.471-04:00Beauty by definitionI have often thought that true beauty has little if anything to do with outward appearance. To me true beauty is so much more than skin, it is deep within. A marvel much like the glow of stars; far away yet so vibrant you not only see it but you are in awe of it. <br />
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D.V.<br />
June 25, 2013Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-64268328054899725982013-06-19T19:05:00.000-04:002013-06-19T19:05:29.163-04:00Thinking and reflectionHi there,<br />
It's been a while since last we were<br />
here,<br />
toiling away in thought and jest<br />
giving the world by words our best<br />
and worst,<br />
defined only by mood,<br />
vivacious or crude.<br />
I've missed the verses etched in blog,<br />
the bits and pieces of that log.<br />
Of days that come by chance<br />
and every telling glance.<br />
I'll tell you this, <br />
I walked away <br />
from prose for muse came with delay,<br />
inspiration left me there, <br />
without a note of want or care.<br />
Yet all along throughout this year,<br />
changes and challenges shook and took,<br />
of them I could write a book.<br />
If only words did not fail,<br />
I'd have chapters penned of this tale<br />
but such is life, <br />
and the moments we live.<br />
The heart we surrender, <br />
the love that we give.<br />
The seconds the wall clock must take,<br />
the reality that jolts us awake.<br />
I return now in the still of my evening,<br />
willing and able, always believing...<br />
that where there is life, hope will dwell,<br />
and these are the stories I'll tell.<br />
<br />
D.V.<br />
June 19, 2013Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-15385007408166000702013-01-15T21:55:00.002-05:002013-01-15T21:55:49.641-05:00PerfectionShow me perfection and I'll show you a lie!<br />
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It is within the flaws and cracks <br />
the short comings and all the lacks<br />
that truth is molded sure...<br />
not from that which seems pure,<br />
the key is to endure.<br />
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Deo Volente<br />
January 15, 2013<br />
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Happy New Year <br />
<br />
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Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1488828537325254751.post-66535933437211819232012-12-16T23:29:00.000-05:002012-12-16T23:34:46.187-05:00Message to Evil...<br />
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Evil dwells in angry state, </div>
upon the tongue of sharpened hate,<br />
behind the voice of terror sits, <br />
lurking in a heartless pit.<br />
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It has no soul we can’t deny<br />
without compassion, hollow, dry.<br />
Devoid of love and all things good<br />
Evil is, as evil stood.<br />
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Yet though these truths set us apart,<br />
we never see it from the start.<br />
For camouflaged it blends right in,<br />
hiding what dwells deep within.<br />
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Until it chooses to unveil<br />
deliberate and without fail,<br />
but evil does not know us well,<br />
it cannot venture where we dwell.<br />
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We who choose to be our best,</div>
will never fall from evils test.<br />
Firmly standing, facing fear,<br />
confident that God is near...<br />
and he alone decides our fate.<br />
So evil you shall not dictate!<br />
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K E-C.</div>
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aka D.V.</div>
December 16, 2012<br />
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May all the families of Newtown Ct. affected by this tragedy find strength and comfort in God. They are and shall remain in my prayers.Deo Volentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16421888094432203778noreply@blogger.com0