Lemonade

Same creatures share false shadows
Life's lesson harden our essence
Thoughtless actions, hateful words
Bitter minds taint lost souls
Vengeful eyes assault our light
Darken the path we stand to walk
Eroded respect manipulates integrity
Losing all trust of the host and road ahead
You wait for that moment where 
pleasure
and
pain
Collide
and hope
For love to prevail
but know that in your heart
That your path is no longer
The destiny that once was
or
Will ever be...

We work in simple miracles to learn things the hard way, unfortunately trust is a must
and once it's lost, it's lost forever

Words Aptly Spoken

We have taller buildings but shorter tempers; 

wider freeways but narrower viewpoints; 

we spend more but have less;  we buy more but enjoy it less; 

we have bigger houses and smaller families; 

more conveniences, yet less time; 

we have more degrees but less sense; 

more knowledge but less judgement; 

more experts, yet more problems; 

we have more gadgets but less satisfaction; 

more medicine, yet less wellness; 

we take more vitamins but see fewer results. 

We drink too much; smoke too much; spend too recklessly; laugh too little; drive too fast; get too angry quickly; stay up too late; get up too tired; read too seldom; watch TV too much and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values; 

we fly in faster planes to arrive there quicker, to do less and return sooner; 

we sign more contracts only to realize fewer profits; 

we talk too much; love too seldom and lie too often. 
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; 
we’ve added years to life, not life to years. 
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. 
We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space; 
we’ve done larger things, but not better things; 
we’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; 
we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice; 
we write more, but learn less; plan more, but accomplish less; 
we make faster planes, but longer lines; we learned to rush, but not to wait; 
we have more weapons, but less peace; 
higher incomes, but lower morals; 
more parties, but less fun; more food, but less appeasement; 
more acquaintances, but fewer friends; 
more effort, but less success. 
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; 
drive smaller cars that have bigger problems; build larger factories that produce less. We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; 
tall men, but short character; 
steep in profits, but shallow relationships. 
These are times of world peace, but domestic warfare; 
more leisure and less fun; 
higher postage, but slower mail; 
more kinds of food, but less nutrition. 
These are days of 

two incomes, but more divorces;

fancier houses, but broken homes.

quick trips, 

disposable diapers, 

cartridge living,

 thow-away morality, 

one-night stands, 

overweight bodies 

and 

pills that do everything from cheer, to prevent, quiet or kill. 

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stock room. 

Indeed, these are the times!

“The Paradox of Our Age” 

in Words Aptly Spoken, 

by Dr. Moorehead 

(from his 1995 collection of prayers, homilies, and monologues used in his sermons and radio broadcasts)