tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-271388542008-01-08T16:31:39.363-08:00Eloquent Endeavorits_baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01093599135195051858noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27138854.post-44151193666816598782007-12-20T18:33:00.001-08:002007-12-20T18:33:49.450-08:00check me out :)<br /><br />http://www.espectro.com/rcbaxter/index.htmits_baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01093599135195051858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27138854.post-81254712662830225952007-10-31T14:36:00.000-07:002007-10-31T14:50:14.207-07:00your drowning soul<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I don’t know why, but<br />I’m drawn to you.<br />I wish I could save you<br />but every time I try,<br />I just sink deeper<br />like a mass weighted down</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I see you drowning<br />and I wish I could save you;<br />come and give you more breath</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">but I cant because each time<br />I jump in<br />I just get pulled under;<br />I always sink. and<br />before I know it<br />I need someone<br />to save me.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I can’t rescue you<br />this time.</span></p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >10.4.2006</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ruthannebaxter.bravehost.com/">http://ruthannebaxter.bravehost.com</a> <br><br>its_baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01093599135195051858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27138854.post-75757116526481948582007-02-04T13:23:00.000-08:002007-02-04T13:24:23.801-08:00Hey everyone!<br /><br />I wanted to share with you all that I'm recently self-published through lulu.com. <br /><br />Take a look...or buy ;) and tell me what you think! Everyone's opinion on here is valuable to me. Thanks for all your support.<br /><br />~Ruthanne<br /><br /><a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/389021"><br /><img src="http://www.lulu.com/services/buy_now_buttons/images/hw_pink.gif" border="0" alt="Support independent publishing: buy this book on Lulu."><br /></a><br /><a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/663335"><br /><img src="http://www.lulu.com/services/buy_now_buttons/images/hw_pink.gif" border="0" alt="Support independent publishing: buy this book on Lulu."><br /></a>its_baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01093599135195051858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27138854.post-79859748652159740182006-12-01T15:09:00.000-08:002006-12-01T15:16:07.391-08:00This NightTrees sway<br />Their leaves rippling<br />At the touch of the brisk breeze.<br />Flower petals yawn in exhaustion<br />From the sun's long hours.<br />Blades of grass<br />Bid farewell to the day.<br />The sunset has hidden itself<br />Behind the moonlit sky<br />And the water stands still <br />Waiting<br />For all the stars to be accounted for.<br />I lay at my window<br />Gazing upon the art work,<br />And I begin to wonder <br />Why You made me<br />More significant<br />Than the beauty of this night.its_baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01093599135195051858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27138854.post-1162659567480365512006-11-04T08:55:00.000-08:002006-11-12T09:13:45.965-08:00coloring book.he was the boy who loved to play.<br />with his brothers as his best friends,<br />he was always accompanied. and his father taught them<br />everything he knew. he was their hero.<br /><br />in the family,<br />he was the smile on everyone’s face.<br /><br />but it all became too much;<br />with sports and tests<br />and rules and friends…<br />have you ever watched the color<br />drain out of someone?<br />he had started losing signs of life.<br /><br />would someone save him,<br />or was he left to his own?<br />____<br /><br />Monday morning<br />the article read,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“young boy [nearly] drowned </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">in father’s shadow.”</span><br />____<br /><br />for a while, someone drew the lines for him<br />but now<br />“with a notebook and a crayon”<br />he scribbles down<br />his own pictures for others<br />to see where he’s gone.<br /><br />11.3.06<br />rcbits_baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01093599135195051858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27138854.post-1157859965938288832006-09-09T20:45:00.000-07:002006-11-12T09:13:45.605-08:00the dancewith a bow and curtsy,<br />he takes <br />her hands in his.<br />the red of her dress <br />blushes the room<br />as they take their first step.<br />he leads her petite frame<br />across the floor<br />with his frame<br />strong and secure;<br />back and left and<br />forwards and right.<br />her hips turn<br />and he meets her stride<br />with his hands on her back.<br />letting go of one hand,<br />he twirls her away from him<br />in boast to bring honor<br />to her beauty-<br />and then she surrenders <br />as he pulls her back<br />to his side.<br />she’s the reason<br />he steps<br />back and left and<br />forwards and right.<br />she follows her escort<br />to the end.<br /><br />dance floor-<br />the chandelier<br />twirls in wonder<br /><br />9.9.2006its_baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01093599135195051858noreply@blogger.com