Lost Paradise

Sometimes I wonder what makes people do the things they do.
Why someone can see a person hurting and stand there like nothing is happening.
Why a child can go hungry and the parent is out doing their own thing.
Why a person can go missing and after a little bit its like it never happened.
Why the government fills us with their lies and we sit there and take it.
Why no matter how much you care for someone and even if you tell them the truth
And others see it too that they still don’t listen to you.

These are the things I wonder about from time to time.

On a serious note my mom fell and broke her back yesterday. It is pretty bad. 25% of her spine is crushed. The doctor said its like taking a jelly donut and smashing it on the side of the pavement. They are going to put her on complete and utter bed rest for 3 months straight. Any of you who really know my mother knows this will make her go nuts from lack of being able to talk to her friends, post and stuff like that. I have complete and utter faith in her that she will recover from this. She is taking all of it in stride. Any and all thoughts and prayers are greatly appreciated.

This is one of them things you don’t even see coming. I just wish that I could take her place so she doesn’t have to suffer like this. I don’t even know what else to say. Thanks for taking the time to read this and please keep her in your prayers.

God Bless You All.

The raindrops fall in big heavy splashes

They even tend to drop on my eye lashes

Drip drip drip it comes more and more

Drop drop drop now its on the floor

The waters they flow and start to rise
Filling the creeks over their size

The people are starting to get displaced
And the government is just saving face

They don’t care what happens here
They like it when they instill fear

We non sheeple are a dying breed
All our people are beginning to bleed

They want us to hurt and to hear our cries
They want to drain all of our supplies

When we start to have nothing left
Who will be there to give us a lift

The government toys with our minds
They want us standing in their lines

They use a machine to play with our weather
And most of us are like sheeple on a tether

That machine that you may not know
Is HAARP, with the government in tow

They make the wind the rain and the snow
They create the tornadoes that come out to blow

They make hurricanes that terrorize and destruct
Because they are out for the almighty buck

If you aren’t careful they might destroy you too
And then what on earth will you do

We went to Illinois for Christmas. It was a very nice trip, except for the fact that my sweety got sick. He caught an upper respiratory infection.

It happens. When you are underslept, over worked, and very stressed, the bugs will find you. Could be worse. Thank God it’s not.

I got to see a lot of interesting stuff in Illinois. My sweety took me to the Alton mall. It is bigger then the one around here. Two floors woohoo.

Where the Mississippi river and the Missouri river converge is a small town called Alton. Alton is said to be one of the most haunted small towns in America. It has a pretty macabre history. For instance, there is this place called Hop Hollow Road.

The story goes that back in the mid 1800’s the military took over the Alton Penitentiary.

When prisoners died and needed to be buried, soldiers would be assigned to burial duties.

This was usually dished out as a punishment. The soldiers that received these punishments were the worst. Let’s just say they weren’t the brightest of the bunch, either.

Legend has it that the men would load the bodies onto wagons from the ferry and would never actually make the entire trip up Hop Hollow Road to the cemetery. Instead of doing what they were told they would stop somewhere down the road and take the corpses and dump them in the woods. Then they would sit, drink, and play cards until it was time to head back to the prison.

Legend says that the ghosts of these poor Confederate soldiers refuse to rest in peace. They haunt Hop Hollow Road. Over the years the ghosts have been seen along the roadway and even sometimes spotted hitchhiking hoping to get a ride to where their bodies were supposed to have been laid to rest, instead of being dumped along some old road.

So if you happen to be traveling down in this area, and see a hitchhiker near old Hop Hollow Road, you might find yourself staring at the ghost of an old Confederate soldier looking for a ride to the cemetery.

Can’t say that I blame those old soldiers. If my body were to have been dumped alongside an old road, instead of being buried in the cemetery, I might go out haunting too.

A Brand New Year
It’s a brand new year with not much to fear.
What will be in store for me this year?
Will I have adventures? Will I sail the seas?
Or will I just be eating black eyed peas…

Or maybe I will just end this post.
And leave you with these old soldiers ghosts..
And leave you with these thoughts to ponder..
Why these old soldiers were left to wander.

Hey there guys… yes I know you might have noticed no chatbox… Well due to the increase of spammers I have had to take it down for awhile but don’t worry there will be a new one appearing soon… Just wanted everyone to know that so they didn’t worry that someone over took my blog hehe Well until later then…