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Oh my !
Loving you forever….
I love you, James! And I always will. I am consoled by the fact that you do not suffer anymore. I cling to that when my grief takes me over!
I love you son, more with each passing day. I miss you every moment you are not here with me. And I honor you and your memory intensely. And,yes when I think of you-I smile for these memories of you. You were and are My Hero!
Missing you as I always will.
MA!
Sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train
Is whining low
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
H. Williams
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I had to catch myself from staring and he was like,"why are u staring at me?" I just told him that he has the reflection of an angel I knew that went home. he just smiled!!
side.
LONDON passed away from an unknown cause. He is James Siberian Husky that he bequeathed to Joe Reis. Joe was an excellent steward and bosom companion to London. He is and was devastated , as am I. We both choose to focus on the image of the two of them running and playing like they used to. REST IN PEACE , London. And say hello to James. Our love for both of you is unconditional!
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It's good to think, if I only had style.
My friend Hank made me think after playing tonight, allow me to elaborate. by James Scruggson Tuesday, April 26, 2011 at 12:06am ·
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it. To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art. Bullfighting can be an art. Boxing can be an art. Loving can be an art. Opening a can of sardines can be an art. Not many have style. Not many can keep style. I have seen dogs with more style than men. Although, not many dogs have style. Cats have it with abundance. When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun, that was style. For sometimes people give you style. Joan de Arc had style, John the baptist, Christ, Socrates , Caesar, Garcia Lorca.
I've met men in jail with style. I've met more men in jail with style than men out of jail. Style is a difference. A way of doing, a way of being done. Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water, or you walking out of the bathroom naked, without seeing me.
JWS II
JWS II
by James Scruggson Tuesday, May 10, 2011 at 7:35am ·
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
WHAT MATTERS
JWS II
by James Scruggs on Tuesday, November 22, 2011 at 6:41pm ·For each of us eventually, whether we're ready or not... Someday it will come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no more minutes, hours , or days. All the things you've collected whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else. No wealth, fame, or temporal power will schrivel to irrelevance. No matter what you owned or owed. Your grudges , resentments, frustrations, and jealousy will finally disappear. So too your hopes , ambitions, plans and "to do" list will expire. The wins and loses that once seemed so important will fade away. It wont matter where you come from, which side of the tracks in the end. Ii won't matter if you're beautiful or brilliant. Even, gender or skin color are irrelevant. So, what will matter ? How will the value of your life be measured? What will matter is not what you bought but what you built. Not what you got but what you teach. What will matter is not your success but your signifigance. What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught. What will mater is over acts of integrity, kindness, passion, courage, or sacrifice. That enriched, empowered, and encouraged others to emulate your example. What will matter is not your competence but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone. What will matter is not your memories but the memories of the those that loved you. A life lived that matters is not of circumstance but choice.