*** Mizturi's Room ***

There is no sense to life without love and these are mine.

my 2 children, one girl and one boy, who are the most important pieces of me. i only hope i can grow up to be like them one day.

my special online family of friends, who have been closer than my blood family and without whose support and encouragement, I'd be utterly lost.

my small zoo of animals, which includes a dog, a rabbit and 2 parakeets.

and, as anyone who knows me well can tell you, SNOW and mountains, oh, and SNOW! !

everyone has a background, and mizturi is no mystery.
born 41 years ago in tennessee, without shoes and prefer to stay that way.
grew up the middle of three military brats. i think that's how i got gypsy feet.
found out too much bout growin up too early, and learned that two ears, two arms, and two shoulders can give more comfort than all the words one mouth can utter.

pastimes are for passin time. some of my favorites are
sharin time with family and friends both old and new,
learnin, laughin, readin, watchin nature be, campin, music, walkin, bike and
horseback ridin, creatin and crochet.

hugs y'all ... dream good dreams

mama?

where were you?
i searched for you
when you were not there

you clothed me
where were you when my clothes were taken
from me?
you tucked me in
where were you when i was not safe in bed?
you bandaged my knee
where were you when my soul was torn?

you have gone
as if you never existed
and i miss what i didn't have

mizturi

the ache inside

my eyes flood with tears
tiny rivers flowing
to fall upon the page

my arms are weak
from reaching to hold
what is not there

my mouth opens
and no sound comes
forth
it is my soul that cries

my skin is unscarred
no damge shows
it is my heart that broke

mizturi

Star Dreams

The stars are calling
me tonight.
I hear their whispers
on beams of light.

They talk to me
of thought and dreams,
sending messages
on fiery beams.

I feel the energy
flow through me,
from my being,
to flower and tree.

And the traces they
leave in memory,
which in turn
inspire me.

to send on messages
of my own,
are thoughts and
dreams
that they have shown,

that originated not
in My mind
but with the dreams
that were left behind.

mizturi

words

are they more than words upon a page,
more than information,
more than musings?

do you see my life in my words,
the tales of years gone by,
or do you see only words?

do you hear my thoughts in my words,
the beliefs and opinions formed,
or are they only sounds to you?

do you feel my heart in my words,
the yearnings and desires,
or do my words not touch you?

do you read my soul in my words,
do you read me in my words,
or are they only words to you?

words upon a page
merely information
merely musings

Mizturi

wishes

i want to feel your warm embrace,
and gaze upon your darlin face,
to taste the sweetness of your kisses,
these, my love, are my wishes

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tiny pieces
tossed in confusion
searching for each other

thoughts and feelings
guided to dreams by hope
held together by determination

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one tear ... silently falls
one cry ... soft as a whisper
one word ... final as death
is this the way to say 'goodbye' ?

night and day

the starry night with shadows deep,
our hearts and our desires keep.
and with the dawnin of the day,
they deepen in the warmest way.

mizturi