Who Are You To Decide? (From the Woodsman’s Notebook) What gives you the right to call the kettle black when the tasks in your life are tacky and black? How do you decide another person’s worth, when the skeletons you hide will be soon unearthed? How do you decide what is right or wrong for you is not true for others around you? How is it a right to decide financial responsibility of one family member over another? Is it the amount of debt? Is it the amount of times in ones lifetime you default? Or does none of this have to do with it? Maybe it is a hate in the way the person fell to his knees, then again in your time they didn’t get up with ease. I have to wonder what I did to you for you to make my life a brilliant white to a dark unforgiving blue. How does one talk positively of life to stab him in the back with your sharpened knife? How do you take away the family name? Don’t you realize this is not a game? Does my life mean so little to you? When for you I was the only one that you could ever talk to. Is it right to call on one then kick him down just for fun? Well I better stop here because I am rambling on. You don’t need to know how hurt I am. It’s not about money, it’s not about land. It’s not about financial right, it’s not about college mouth’s might. What it is all about where you don’t understand, it’s about a homestead that my grand-parents planed. It’s about heritage values and dreams that like his father before him my father passed on to me. It is a real shame to me, that a person who worked so hard to raise me doesn’t understand the word family.                                                                                                                                                    The Woodsman 5/29/2005			When life passes by (From the Woodsman’s Notebook) Life can pass by in a blink of an eye. When, where, who knows why? Did I live my life to it’s fullest, did I love it for what it was or did I just live it day to day, or just the way I had to just because? If I should sleep and never wake, would it be my memories would take? Or will they leave them far behind? Or a forgotten memory in their mind. Is life so important anyway? For one who feels so desperate everyday, love and hope is all he needs. But how they judged him for his deeds. The man in this picture knows right from wrong. The problem with his life is in every country song. So if despair is so great, what’s the difference if he should wait?                                                                                                  The Woodsman 9/12/02
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