| My life's Education
People in trust.
Have taught me,
The pain of want
The pain of abuse
The pain of poverty
The pain of neglect
The pain of torture
The pain of isolation
And the worst pain of all,
The pain of utter and complete loneliness.
It has been so painful to be a quick learner
Daniel J Towsey
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| My Christmas Prayer
Daniel J Towsey
I pray that you find Gods truth and love.
I pray that the wounded, lonely and the isolated find Gods love at Christmas..
even if its only for a second..
For a second of Gods love is more precious than anything else in existence.
That second can give breath to a sick and dying child in Lebanon,
Gaza,or anywhere else.
I pray that for that second you feel what its like to remove
any and all hate in you.
I pray that in that second you get the light of Gods love.
I pray that that second ticks on to minutes and hours and days and years
and on for the rest of your life..
I have suffered allot in my life for doing Gods work...
But I never regret a tear for all tears are Gods tears.
Merry Christmas Everyone....
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| Friend In A Bottle
by Daniel J Towsey
(Fiction)
I met my first friend at the local tavern..
I was young.
My friend was Russian..
We got along very well..
The conversation was very liquid and easy...
We later parted and I unfortunately could not remember who my friend was.
I later found another friend.
This friend was as sweet as wine.
We kissed and embraced.
All was jolly.
Unfortunately later I could not remember my friend.
So I continued on and went in search of another friend.
I found another friend and took this one for a drive.
It was the last time I ever remember driving
because my friend took control of my steering wheel
and caused the death of another..
So I went and found a different friend.
I found an Irish friend, an English friend, a Scottish friend.
The local Liquor store was full of friends...
When my friend was gone I would just go get another one.
My friends did not judge me for my unshaven face, my wrinkled clothes,
or my appearance.
But passers by always judged me when I was not with my friend.
My friends hung out with me at the park or the local corner.
Sometimes a friend would spend the
cold night with me and we had great conversations.
I could speak to my friend about all my problems until I fell asleep.
My friend was always an empty friend in the morning.
And passers by judged me.
Everybody needs a friend.
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| “Lonely Window”
As I watch an infant play,
As I watch a child play,
As I watch a daughter play,
As I watch a son play,
As I watch a family play,
As I watch strangers play,
As I watch friends play,
As I watch and never play.
I Scream!
“Can I come out and play?”
My vision blurs with teardrops now.
As I die of loneliness.
For no one knows I am there….
In that “Lonely Window
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| The Butterfly
By Daniel J Towsey
A beautiful woman is a delicate butterfly.
You can spend your whole life traveling through your existence and never let your eyes recognize one of creations most precious beauties.
You may see one flutter by and never realize the beauty that your eyes are beholding.
If you take a moment to appreciate and take in the beauty, you’ll notice that this is very hard to do.
As the butterfly’s fluttering free spirit
is never predictable.
A butterfly is not meant to be captured.
It is to be loved for its delicate beauty.
A beautiful butterfly’s wings can never be touched as this will remove it's delicate powder and will surely guarantee it’s eventual slow death.
Butterfly’s wings are coated
with a most delicate fine powder.
As a child I looked in awe as my mother
put on her delicate scented powder
If you damage this powder the butterfly will not be able to continue on it’s natural flight of life.
If you are fortunate enough to ever have a butterfly
delicately land in the palm of your blossomed hand.
Give it gentle support and bless god
for having given you some beauty to behold.
This world has many different butterflies
for your eyes to behold.
For there are limitless unique different butterflies
If you look, you’ll see that every woman is
a delicate butterfly.
Then after for the rest of your life
you will be on the look out for a butterfly and will always appreciate the beauty passing by you.
And when you do.
You will find the most delicate smile of appreciation beaming back at you from that most delicate beautiful woman
That smile will enrich you and you will one day be
the flower that a butterfly will land on
to spread your pollen of life.
But this can never be if you do not see gods
beautiful delicate creations.
Woman is a Man’s Butterfly
Man is a Woman’s flower of life
Inspired by the Heart to Heart
love of Matty & Lauren
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Please see some butterflies I have been fortunate to
Capture with my camera
Look in the Dreamgirls folder at
danieltowsey.photoshop.com
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| I am in love and I am so happy
written by A Truth Soldier
I did it, I found my soul mate.
Its amazing my soul mate is so beautiful and perfect.
I can count on my soul mate to never deceive me
or send me in the wrong direction.
My soul mate is always there for me.
We always get along because we are in pure love.
Our love works because its based on truth.
For without truth our relationship would be doomed.
We are never selfish for we always give of ourselves.
In troubled times I confide with my soul mate for support,
I tell my soul mate my deepest secrets and weaknesses.
I don’t fear exposing my innermost frailties to my soul mate.
Its so amazing what strength can be gained from sharing pure love.
Love makes me feel so good that I now can see beauty all around me.
I see it in the flowers and the bees.
I see it all around me in nature.
I see beauty even in the worst of storms.
I see it in other people who are in love.
before I fell in love with my soul mate,
I walked around and could never see the beauty all around me.
I am in love and I am so happy.
This pure love is so strong that I now have enough love
to give even to the sorriest of souls.
Love is so contagious.
Once I got pure love in my life I was strengthen
so that I could now share some of it with
those around me who have never felt pure love before.
This pure love in my life has humbled me so.
I could of never found my soul mate if I had not always sought truth
and always spoke the truth I discovered.
I have been completed as a human with this pure love.
I love truth for without it I would always be lost and deceived.
The more my love grows the more beautiful
my soul mate becomes for love is in the eye of the beholder.
I know that my soul mate will always forgive me if
I am always willing to face and admit the truth of my wrong doings.
My soul mate will always know if I am not being truthful to myself.
There can never be a pure love in my heart if I am not always truthful to myself.
For my soul mates pure love could never reach me if I am not pure in truth.
I am in love and I am so happy.
I love you God for you are the truth and my soul mate.
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| My Vision Quest
By Daniel J Towsey
The Visionary Folk Photographer
My vision quest takes me to a time when nature was pure.
I will now take you back to a time before the white
British European man arrived in the New World and caused the Indian Wars.
I have a vision of a small happy and healthy Mi’kmaq village set on the panoramic shore
of the most pristine and beautiful Cowbay in what came to be known as Nova Scotia. Canada.
This once pristine place that was full of natural wildlife
has now been named Heritage Park.
There was a brave young Mi’kmaq.
He had reached man hood and needed to find is understanding of his human nature.
His elders told him what he had to do.
He was told no human words could give him the answer.
The wise elders told him that he had to go on his vision quest.
The brave Mi’kmaq had to find his natural balance.
As in the laws of nature.
Only the strongest survive to perpetuate the continuation of its species.
Not all braves come back from their vision quest.
He was very quiet and contemplative.
He loaded his pack with supplies, took his knife, Bow and Arrow.
began his long walk into the wild to seek his vision of understanding.
He walked and walked.
Never saying or hearing a human word.
He listened to the natural world.
His soul was lost to all that is natural and healthy.
He knew he needed to get in balance with nature.
He walked for endless miles through the forest of life.
He began to see and hear the wonder of the natural world.
He then began to get in balance with his natural self by
finding his place amongst the families of the natural world.
The crawling insects, singing birds, the fluttering butterflies,
the stealthy fox, the majestic moose, the gentle growling giant black bear,
the aquatic creatures of the bay.
He sat on the shore of the bay and watched the power of the lighting storms.
He sat on the shore of the bay and watched and contemplated the wonders of the magic hour.
He sat on the shore of the bay and watched the most beautiful show of nature a creature could ever see
as the northern lights orchestra conducted in the heavenly sky over the bay.
He hunted and ate, and was always thankful to the spirit of the creature that
gave its life so he could survive.
He always took that creatures soul and free spirit and made it part of his soul.
He was never selfish, he need not to be when he was part of the so perfect natural world.
He spent years and seasons on his vision quest.
Until one day he returned to his village a wise elder.
And his eyes saw a most unnatural sight.
A white man had arrived at his village.
And the rest is the history of the destruction of all that was natural and beautiful.
Now a young native brave can no longer go on vision quests.
For now his vision is so blurred with tears of sadness.
For the white mans unnatural spirit has grown so powerful from
the abundance of wildlife and wilderness he has so completely consumed.
The wise elder’s vision is so poor now.
His vision has become so permanently blurred with tears from watching
the young braves all perishing because the white mans greed has left
no natural nourishment for his braves.
The wise elder can now only try to share his visions with his offspring
through human words, for there can never be another vision quest.
The once natural balance of nature is only but a vision of a wise elder.
He now can only share tears with his offspring.
For he knows that his offspring will never again be able to go on a vision quest.
The elder knows that words could never give his offspring the
understanding that comes from a vision quest.
The wise elder sits on the bay and cries another tear as another brave dies
as his village get smaller and smaller.
Until one day all that remained was the elder sitting by himself on the bay.
Then one day the wise elder drowned and died in that bay filled from his tears.
Now we only have Heritage Park Left.
The Mi’kmaq and all the natural living breathing life is all but gone...
As I walk through Heritage Park taking pictures
and see some remnants of wildlife I can only see a bay of tears.
For I realize that something so natural and
vital has perished.
The natural family of nature is gone.
So as I photographically document my vision quest and
travel miles and seasons and years.
My vision blurs with tear drops for there are no longer
any braves to hear of my travels in nature.
As I sit here on the bench overlooking the panoramic view of Heritage Park.
I do not hear the screams of the
young native children running in the village pretending to be a braves.
All I hear is the far away constant noise of the wheels of progress
destroying the tranquility that nature once offered.
It pains me so when I publish online my most beautiful
images of the remnant of natural beauty that once was.
And discover that people care not to enjoy my vision quest.
For most people are so far from being natural
human beings that they can not see
nature at all.
Heritage Park Should be Named Mi’kmaq Heritage Park
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