Colder Than Colorado

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 87

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The naïve follow their hearts. The wise lead with their hearts. 
~Author Unknown 

Some hearts are colder than Colorado

And more than toes get frost bite

treading through that kind of cold

I learned that in the morning frost of childhood

And lessons learned early are not easy to forget

For even when we walk away

And find warmth in loving things

The sensation of losing feeling

And not being able to move forward

Can be a ghost that haunts more than halls

Freedom was a dream I mapped out in my heart

And then one day it guided me onward

Like a beautiful horse on it’s beaten path

Now I rest upon the softness of kindness

And that is where I choose to stay

And until I take my last breath on this earth

Kindness will be the choice I make.

Wising everyone a lovely holiday season, with a safe and happy New Year!
Merry Christmas Ya'll!

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Calling All Gentlemen

Photography by Guy Kawasaki

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 85
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Gentleness can be taught in the slow tender stroke of years

But in its essence, it is either already resting in the heart of its holder

Or absolutely nowhere near

You can lead a biker to a bar

But you can’t make him drink

And getting him to stop

May be harder than you think

You can place a kitten in his arms

But whether he holds it tenderly

Is out of your hands

So my advice to you is

Never hand a kitty to anyone 

Except a loving woman or man.

~Just for the record I have nothing against biker dudes.  In fact I find them quite intriguing, especially if they are not afraid to hold a kitten sweetly and enjoy it.~