Welcome To The Maniac's Crossroads
This is a page I created for my buddies. Everyone is welcome and I hope you enjoy your journey through the Crossroads.Please take a moment to sign my guestbook before you leave. Now on with your journey...........
First off, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Mary Ann, better known on the internet as hismaniacmary. I am a mom of three children, who are my life. I am from the United States of America and am very proud of that, (couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be). I stronglysupport our president in the decisions he is forced to make. I love to play with web pages eventhough I am not very good at it yet.I learn through mistakes so please let me know of any found on this page or on links. On this website you will find a few of my words, favorite pictures and links to my beginner pages. Anyways, I think you will find something you like, if you do, send some friends. Thanks for stopping by. |
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Feelings of My Own
The love songs I have written,
During the times I've been alone;
Don't mean much to anyone,
They're just some feelings of my own. Feelings of how a love can sometimes be;
Then the feelings you sometimes have,
Longing to be free!
Feelings you know, you can't always understand;
Feelings of longing, for that special friend. Feelings of sadness that's in our world today;
Then the feeling of the need, to make it all just go away.
These are all my feelings, I feel from dusk til dawn;
These are all my feelings,
THEY'RE FEELINGS OF MY OWN!
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So many special moments go by unnoticed.
So many times we say,
"if only I could have said".
So many precious moments....
.... just pass us by, all while we race through life just trying to advance higher in lifes games.
Take time...
Time to play,time to laugh, time to just noticed the pictures that are painted in the skies. Take time to say "I love you".
***I Heard Someone Laugh***
I heard someone laugh today,
I know not the reason why;
I turned around again to look,
And saw a young child die. I tried to turn and run away,
And block it from my mind;
For the world that I now lived in,
Is no longer very kind. I heard someone laugh today,
I know not the reason why;
I turned around and saw a man,
Who had lost his will to try.
I heard someone laugh today,
I know not the reason why;
Because as I looked around me,
All I could do was cry.
I tried to turn and run away,
And block it from my mind;
For I, like the world I lived in,
Is no longer very kind.
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Fields of Clover
As we dance through fields of clover,
Butterflies all around,
Spring air fresh as the morning dew,
All thoughts drift to you.The sound of the distant waters
A hawk soars through the air,
When I need a moments' peace,
Thoughts of you seem to take me there. The sun shines so brightly
A cool breeze blowing through my hair,
When I feel the need to hold you,
Thoughts of you seem to take me there.
As we dance through fields of clover,
Nature's laughter fills the air
Butterflies are dancing with us,
Thoughts of you, they take me there.
These are my buddies
POETS SOMETIME
Sometimes we write on paper,
The secrets we can't confide;
Sometimes we write of feelings,
We can no longer hide. Sometimes we write of anger,
That's tearing our world apart;
Sometimes we write of a lost love,
That still lives within our heart. Sometimes we write of beauty,
That only our eyes can see;
Sometimes the words are of Jesus,
And a life of eternity.
Maybe we write of feelings,
Or of places we have been;
Yet no matter what the subject is,
The words come from within.
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Just In the Nic of Time
You reached out your hand to me and grabbed hold just in time;
You said, let's walk together, and take a journey through your mind.
Let's go to where it all began,
A long, long time ago;
Let's take the trail that leads us,
To those feelings you're scared to show. Don't be afraid, I'll hold your hand,
And I'll never let it go;
We'll walk the path together,
And we'll take step real slow,
We'll walk right past all the hurt,
That you keep locked inside;
All the tears, pain, and deceit,
That for years, you've tried to hide.
We'll walk until we come to find,
The memory you're fondest of;
Then we'll focus on that memory,
Until you can feel my love.
You came along and took my hand, just in the nic of time;
As you walked along beside me, on a journey through my mind.
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