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| Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love
Posted: 5/6/2009 4:46:41 PM | Many thanks blueyedblond367 and shudden for dropping by and contributing to the thread. I enjoyed reading both your poems and appreciate your sharing of them. I hope you'll feel welcomed back again.
"Young one"
What then, young one, is fair in life
Is it not easier to stay down when knocked
Is it not easier to avoid the pain
Is it not easier to stay away from the rain
Is it not easier to withdraw and be bitter
Is it not easier to be a quitter
For me, it is better to hurt and bleed
Than to know that I was afraid and to fear to cede
What then, shall I know the taste of pain
And to walk alone in the pouring rain
Should I give in to the urge to stay down
Should I learn not to smile and give in to a frown
Tell me, young one, which path should I choose
I shall choose for myself, as well as should you
As for me, possibilities abound for a brand new day
As life is truly uncertain and has strange ways | |
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Posted: 5/9/2009 2:19:33 AM | JD,
a post is never wasted
even though words are lost
when friends track a thread
the simplest of post
are considered sincere
when nothing to share
says I’m still here
for those who care…
~Caly | |
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Posted: 5/10/2009 9:44:23 PM | The power you confer with caring
is medicine more powerful than sugar coating.
Caring is the wind at my back, the sun on this grieving head.
the caring you gave multiplied into these many sunrises, sunsets.
without your caring I would have disappeared into something
that has no real name, because you sternly spoke, rebuked
called my attention to this back, forth that is this life I live.
Let me celebrate with you caring...let me open the circuit of loving.
Hey, that is the underline that defines caring.
With gracious simplicity, I care, I love you. | |
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Posted: 5/12/2009 1:48:05 PM | Caly --- Thanks for dropping by and sharing such kind words my friend. My team's not doing too badly this year .... LOL LOL I hope you'll always feel welcomed to visit and contribute to the thread again. JD
60 to 70 ---- Thanks to you for dropping by and leaving such kind words. I hope also that you'll feel welcomed to drop by and visit and share your thoughts and words again.
"Permanent Supernovas" (Inspired by one's love for another)
Upon the sky's velvet blackness
Illumination beyond cognizant capacity
Brightest of all that is known
So already close to Heaven where you belong
Explosion of whole bringing forth such sadness
Never-ending joy from memories shared
But the brilliance released from inner beauty
Frozen in time like permanent supernovas | |
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| Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love
Posted: 5/16/2009 8:01:29 AM | Since I cannot wish Kat a happy birthday. I can only think about her in words from another time past
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Kaleidoscope of Love
09 May 2006
She opened a door
a door to a heart
As if she never knew
from the first kiss of start
A Buckeye view of her soul
this girl by a lake, where love was to flow
Her touch of escaping beauty
a love in destination of a firefly in glow
Night time and morning due
together, inseparable of time
Drifting in sleep, metaphors aside
this woman of flavour, her daughter then nine
Ahead not to depart, each thread to further weave
Please my love, please in all your beauty
Tomorrow will be too late, then patience
was to wait, that day of two, if only God
upon His tapestry of like knew
“When I first saw you. With your smile so tender
My heart was captured, My soul surrendered
I’d spend a lifetime. Waiting for the right time
Now that your near. The time is here at last.”
It’s Now or Never - Elvis Presley
(words & music by Aaron Schroeder - Wally Gold)
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 5/16/2009 11:08:15 AM | thewowpoet ... Thanks for dropping by and sharing your poem as it truly was enjoyable reading it. I hope you'll feel welcomed back again.
"Men that dump women by text are cowards"
I guess I never knew how outdated I really was
That is until this electronic age happened to come along
Now it seems that men have lost their balls
And only a remnant of masculinity remains
I've made my son on a couple occasions
Apologize and admit that he was wrong
Face to face with the person that it involved
Because that is what real men do
In fact I once had this man that cussed me out
Called me every bad name under the sun
Because he didn't have a clue what was going on
And mistook things for what they really were
He apologized to my face and said he was wrong
And offered a handshake for forgiveness
I told him that since he was "man enough to apologize"
I was "man enough to accept it because that is what real men do"
I shook his hand and let by-gones be by-gones
Because that is what real men do
I never walked away from someone that was my friend
Without saying good bye first
Because it is wrong to leave someone unknowing
And when it was time I said it in the most personable way possible
Because that is what real men do
I know this girl that's learning to be a woman
Been knowing her since she was just a little kid
She's kinda like both a friend and a little sister
And I try to help her with life whenever I can
She just turned fifteen and learning about love
And finding that it brings both pleasure and pain
She got dumped by text message by a boy too immature for a relationship
And it hurts her to have been dumped in such a way
I wonder to myself what kind of father does he have
To have been such a coward to do it that way
It is so very wrong to break someone's heart
And not be man enough to face what it is that you have done
What I have done in life I will not deny it
Some even see that as smug or self-righteous
If I said it ... I'll admit it
If I did it ... I'll say so
And if I am wrong ... I will apologize and say I am wrong
And I would never hide from what is the right thing to do
Because that is what a real man does | |
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Posted: 5/17/2009 5:44:37 PM | Since I got back here and cruised over you own heartfelt words. Here are more of my own
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Sacrament of Elle
14 May 2009
Oh tea how I love thee,
the alphabet and beauty of elle
Because you’re wonderful
a heart of warmth, to make,
inside, my soul, swell
Every letter, each point of a pen,
the writer’s wisdom, beauty,
in your heart to send
The discount at a grocery store,
the price of a banana, an appeal in you
Thinking of hope, a visitation from God,
the fountain of springtime,
to brighten a winter’s night
Together, arms and fingers merged,
hands held, soft, yet chaliced
The Eucharistic cup,
a blessing of ocean and sea
Sacrament, body and blood as one,
surrender, the elle, I love in thee
© 1995-2009 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 5/17/2009 6:10:17 PM | fuck "wow", does your "poetry" ever suck
(really)
do us all a favor and
(your everything I hope to never become)
swallow a nine
(bet you know a better place for it)
millimeter.
(god you suck)
fuckin hee ha
duh? | |
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Posted: 5/18/2009 12:15:53 AM | The local rock station is actually rocking
WOW!!!!!
It must have been a while since I listened to it or something
Right now, the Foo Fighters are jamming
I always liked Dave's music better than I did Nirvana
But I did like Nirvana as well
My thoughts are I don't know
Kinda caught in reflection listening to the song Youth Of The Nation now
It kinda hit home about the dude committing suicide
Because he didn't have any friends and wanted someone to notice him gone
Kinda building some tears up in the corner of my eye
Dang
Thinking, just thinking
About someone from long ago
The dude put a bullet in his head
Dang dude
I ain't forgot
I ain't forgot
Thinking even more
This dude I shot some pool with long ago
Hard brutal life
UnGodly things he knew
Demons he fought within his mind
Flipped put and called the mental health center for help
They laughed and patronized him
I went to the grocery store
Me and my old lady
There was a stand off across the road
And shots fired
The dude got killed as I watched
And I didn't even know who it was until later
Sometimes I kinda feel like maybe I could've talked some sense into him
If I had known who it was
I know the police wouldn't have let me try to talk to him
But sometimes I wish, you know
What is truly sad he left kids behind
That he really wanted to be a part of their life
Too many demons and his ex moved away taking his kids with her
Without them he was already dead
I guess he wanted someone else to finish him off
I guess sometimes those memories haunt me
And the gunshots ring out in my mind
Not often but once, I don't know, in four years now
Twice in six | |
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Posted: 5/20/2009 7:53:47 PM | Here is my Lindsay sonnet to share with you. I think you will know and might of net in person the Lindsay this sonnet was written about. It seems so long ago. When I do miss her mother in contact and friendship (And those many moments we shared here in the poetry forums of POF )
Christopher
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Lindsay
13 July 2005
Where with understanding
Could true love be to hold
This flight of eternal desire landing
Awakened through mercy to unfold
Childhood memories to share
Upon a palate of unfeigned love
A picture of painting year in heart to bear
Unified in the kin of a motherhood above
Foretold as each day treasure was mercy
Grasping to happiness held to hand
With blood common to run free
Together in cheerfulness stand
Those times to pamper with gratitude in grace
Her preparation future maid portrait to face
"When love and skill work together,
expect a masterpiece."
John Ruskin (1819 - 1900)
English critic, essayist, & reformer
© 1995-2009 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 5/20/2009 8:05:44 PM | JD, my friend:
It's been a while since I dropped something off here, but often I drop by, in this cyber space. Nice fire here, with which one can feel the warmth.
Tears’
I don’t know what tears mean
Dried moisture of that has been
Steamed desire, no longer fired
Mocking of, no longer inquired
Dunno, about those tears and such
Those expressing, seems to mean much
Perhaps it is just emotion simplicity
Exasperated simple complacency
Wish I knew, to shed and how
Emotions to express of now
Just don’t get it, anymore
Grins Blackbird ‘Nevermore’
Ah that black one again
Calm, confident, ritual begin
Mocking, laughing at the sill
Sought to make mine heart will
Black enticed, with small morsell
Grabbed that **stard by the dorsal
Little blackened burst into flame
Never mine heart to tame…
Regards kind,
TBK | |
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Posted: 5/24/2009 2:42:10 PM | Here is some of the blood...
"Dissolution Before Resolution" and "Onto The Final Journey?"
© 2009 BearWoman™
In treetops I have dwelt,
in a house made of windows
built with my own knowing hands.
I laid myself bare for all to see.
The windows became one-way mirrors.
I could no longer see out.
I had to begin throwing rocks,
to shatter my self-made cage.
The sharp light of day pierces my body,
the harsh light of night pierces my soul.
The solace of self deliverance is denied me, it seems,
just when I have most need of that reassurance.
When losses mount {yet again}
the loss of one percent may not seem like much.
Only when that loss is ten percent
of what you have left.
Each loss now is like the drag of a dull knife across raw flesh,
flaying me alive.
Death, why do you elude me?
I extend my dance card to you, but
you will not accept.
For myself I created:
~ a virtual world of friends and poetry
and I am now losing my mind.
~ a relationship with a good man
who cannot come when I call.
~ a little bit of sexual pleasure now and again
which looks like it is being taken away.
~ a romantic infatuation I used as a muse
which is now dust upon the floor.
Driving is difficult. I stumble around the house, often now using a cane. I rearranged the furniture in case I’ll need a wheelchair. It took repeated doses of strong pain killers and the consequence of a lasting increase in chest pain to accomplish it. Shards of a broken plate still lie on the floor, unswept, because bending over is difficult.
There are no nursing homes for the chemically sensitive. Ordinary ones only increase our degradation and misery. Who has the money for assistant care, anyway? A man who had them all once said that, of the three: cancer, AIDS, and MCS (multiple chemical sensitivities), by far the hardest one to live/deal with was the MCS. That statement may be the closest I can come to try to convey what I live with day to day, sometimes breath by breath, without having to write a novel.
Sinking into the murk,
quicksand fills my eyes.
I want to grasp at
a few final pleasures…
before I succumb
to the unknown.
I did not know this next phase
would be so hard.
I begin to feel a sense of desperation:
What remaining living can I get in?
Do I have enough time to finish building my legacy,
my one last project,
before I am forced onto medications
that dull my quill?
My last means of creative expression?
Must I lose the last echoes of my voice
before I can utter the words?
Crying only makes the pain worsen.
Yet I must cry.
~~oooOooo~~
Standing on the threshold of
I know not what;
This is the path of my Spirit’s Journey
{which I know I must follow.}
I’m still resisting the unknown.
I must throw off my fetters,
move through the dissolution
before the next resolution can occur.
The only way out is through.
Then I will know.
Until then, I must trust my process.
If it means my knife remains unbloodied,
so be it.
If this is my cross to bear, my torture to endure,
so be it.
If I must lose it all, even my ability to choose,
so be it.
I just hope it is worth it.
2009 May 10 | |
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Posted: 5/24/2009 2:46:27 PM | some blood and love combined...
"My Dear Lieutenant" (English Sonnet #2)
© 2009 BearWoman™
The military man I came to love
Does battle on another field this day
Enticing him to romance though I strove
He will not yield to me, engage in play
His call to arms lies in another land
Engagements in another kind of life
Encouraging my skill with pen in hand
He speaks his truth to gentle any strife
Oh, heart! apart does beat in painful breast
The tears upon my cheeks in floods do flow
Once wanting to have him, forsake the rest
Possess the loving man I’ve come to know
I see I must not feed the fantasy
Of love that he and I were meant to be
(An English sonnet) | |
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Posted: 5/24/2009 2:47:56 PM | and some love...
"For Rob"
© BearWoman™
In moments when I long to feel your touch upon my breast
I wonder if you wonder how I feel about the rest.
Affections that I show to those who catch my roving eye
Are only frugal measures of the joys I share with you
when snuggled up in slumber or your touch when I feel blue.
We’ve always shared an open hand when it comes to our lust,
though choosing to go condom free, safer sex is a must!
I’ve relished only carefully selected passers by
while looking for a One with whom I could go on long term.
That had been my task; now I find it’s you for whom I yearn.
My beloved is the one for me that you are becoming.
As layers of my heart expand, begin to open wide,
it’s you I find I need, my love—it’s you I want inside.
A deeper place within my heart is what I am now off’ring.
2009 May 20
(A Rosarian Sonnet in iambic heptameter) | |
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Posted: 6/28/2009 6:10:50 AM | Many thanks for dropping by and sharing your thoughts and words everyone. I hope you'll feel welcomed back.
I look outside my front door and see the world
It's so much different than the view of the living room
And I think about the contradiction
Living room
Imagine that
Living room
How much living goes on in a room
I look into the trees and see the squirrels
Jumping from branch to branch
And see birds fly from branches as they are rattled by the squirrels movements
I look upon the ground and see the insects that scurry about
And listen to those crickets singing their evening songs
Life is surrounding
Life is abounding
Life is resounding
I step inside and listen to the silence
And stare at the walls for a second
Nothing but silence and paint looking back at me
The basketball under the kitchen table grabs my attention
And I think of older days when I was younger
And recall the hours spent on the basketball court
Where sweat poured and blood flowed from fresh wounds
It seems that the basketball is talking as I reminisce
Remember the days when your little crew ruled the court
The bright sun shining brightly with a breeze every once in a while
Do you remember
I smile for I do remember
And laugh a goofy chuckle thinking to myself
As a hint of sadness fades through
It has been a while since me and my son played basketball outside
Probably about a month and a half now
We've been going to the rec to play
And I recall our little excursion to the old train trestle
Just a few weeks ago
It has grown up so much over the last few years
I suppose it's been a while since I had visited
And me and him
My son and I
Walk about a quarter of the way across it
He a little nervous about looking down between the railroad ties and seeing the water underneath
And I hear voices nearby and decide we should leave
I was gonna take him to the small dam nearby
Where I went a few times and just chilled on the river's edge
Listening to the roaring sound of the water as it went over the top of the dam
And listening to the splashing as a fish would jump back downward after chasing the water bugs
My son jumps into my lap and wraps his arm around me and says you're the greatest dad ever
You're my hero dad
And the tears swell up in the corner of my eye
As I am filled with such pride and love for that boy
My heart races
And in my soul
I know
I know
I know
I am the most luckiest person alive
We stand up and walk to the door
I open it and wrap my arm around his shoulders
And together we look outside
And as he spots a neighborhood cat and wants to pet it
I listen to nature and heed the advice given to me as she says
Come to me, my son
And let my smile ease your worries
Let my kiss show you love
And let my honesty show you truth
And I listen
And we listen
And together we walk
Without direction or thought
My son, my self, and mother nature
And we listen to the tales that she tales
From the old fallen tree that was one a warrior standing tall
To the little twig growing to take it's place
From the groundhog on the roadside watching us go by
To the noisy dog that won't quit barking
From the kittens wanting their mom
To the apples on the tree
Past the local produce stand
We walk
Me, him, and her
And her smile warms me
Her love fills me
And her truth resonates silent peace within my soul
And together we walk
Step after step
Words, spoken and quiet, after word
His hand in mine
Our heart in her hands
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| Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Again
Posted: 6/30/2009 5:03:52 PM | It's been a while since we had talked
So long that I can't even remember
But I remember what she said before she hung up
You won't even be a memory after a while
You're all but forgotten
And then she hung up without even a good bye
I saw her the other day
In the deli of Wal Mart
She stood there with a smile
And her arms held wide
Ready to embrace
It's still has been a while since we talked
And she has one more memory of me
This time not a laugh
Or a smile
Or even a hurt-filled voice saying it's okay
Her last words were not forgotten | |
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Posted: 6/30/2009 10:01:24 PM | Eternity ...they say...
Time without...beginning...
without end!
Timeless state...following death!
Gawdddddd what a myriad of thoughts , that brings!
Like what you wanted to portray...
yet life didn't want it ...that way!
So it ended in a blurry haze...
of misguided charms...and darkend blazeeee...
and it seems to be the real thing...
yet your hope is still in anothers wing...
kinda floatin like a perilous kite...
no matter what you think...
or who is right???
So you sail on in the private wind
always lookin for another way in...
Consious soul is real...and it feels
so true...if the hearts the same
then the convictions remain...
and linger ...understanding the finger
pointing at all that was wrong...
by now...she knows and she still
smiles!
Life is good , most generally...
kiss me ...smile...and be done wit me!
For I am not one to hold a grudge
My heart is my hood...
my love is my bud!
:) lol...so be nice to me...
I dont bring no harm...
you will see~!
I am a free spirit lost...
I am no bodies cost...
I am me...
you'll see
its just me!
Don't fear me!
I am what I am...
damn...I
am pretty good!
just dont look
under ...
the
hood!
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Posted: 7/2/2009 10:39:55 AM | Well hey there hummingbirddancing ... Thanks for dropping by and sharing your thoughts. Perpetual existence .... mind boggling ... just the thought of it. I hope you'll feel welcomed back to visit again.
"Gabriella"
How things change
How people do to
People do change
I know it's true
Importance to others
Forgotten ... until things go bad
Then run back to security
A pick me up when feeling sad
Hearts get broken all the time
Feelings get hurt, it is true
Sorry my dear for the pain you are in
But we all know pain from life just like you
You gave your all, it wasn't enough
But sweetie, it's really okay to walk away
You did all you could, he didn't do enough
There's no need to continue to pay
I can't stop the tears from your eyes
Nor can I ease the pain in your heart
All of those years just won't vanish overnight
But in order to finish the race you've really got to start
I am your friend and you know that
And I'm here for you anytime
And if you know who doesn't like me being your friend
Tell him I said he can kiss my behind
When you come back in drop by to see me
I have for you a great big hug and a smile
And I'll wipe away your tears and hold your hand
And help you get over him after a while
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Posted: 7/3/2009 4:48:25 AM | Vent time for me ... I reckon. Before I go back into oblivion again, I want to take a moment to say thanks to everyone that actually do read my words and for the friends that I have made along the way. So often, much more than you know, you have brought many smiles to my face with your comments and through back and forth Emails. So many, many thanks for your kindness and for dropping by and as always, I do hope you'll feel welcomed back.
I never saw you in a romantic way
And no words from my mouth ever came out any different
I thought you were cool and wanted to be your friend
And honestly if you wanna get your butt kicked you are a grown woman
You have to decide that for yourself
And that is totally for you to do
You know my point of view
Real men don't hit women
But the thing is
I can not live with the fact knowing that that sorry piece of garbage hit a kid
And not just any kid
But his own
I've climbed all in some faces before and gave my point of view to those that abuse their kids
Even strangers in malls, grocery stores, and hospitals
It doesn't matter to me
Nobody abuses kids in my presence
PERIOD .......
And you are to blame, not just him
Because you allow it to happen
And there is only one greater shame than a man that lays his hands on a woman to hurt her
And that is a woman that let's her child be abused by a man
Or anybody else for that matter
I actually do care about you, him, and especially that child
Old memories are hard to forget
But people do change
And strangers are what I am beginning to see
I guess I never thought that I could do this
Because it isn't like me to just walk away
But maybe that is me changing as well
But I just can't be a part of your lives knowing what I know
And it hurts me to say that and feel that way
It really does
Years of friendship just don't go away easily
Especially for someone like me
I have to say goodbye forever
And it kills me to do so
It really does
And the only solace I can take with me is knowing
That the well-being of that child is being looked out for
And really one more thing
One thing that is really eating at me to say to you
And you know, again, this is so unlike me to reach the point of saying something
So it is really starting to tick me off in a way
You know that I would never ever ever get involved with someone that dated a friend
Or a relative
I DO NOT do that crap
Never have and never will
So I don't know exactly who you think you are that would ever have changed my mind to do so
I have gotten better about telling those that I love that I love them
Those words don't come easy for me to say
And it has to be someone that I am close to to tell them
But never ever ever for even the most minute moment of a moment of a second
Did I ever mean to imply that I saw you as more than a friend
I always have a hug for my friends ... especially female friends
And I most always have a smile on my face, except for now
And if you somehow misunderstood the figuratively hold your hands and wipe tears from your eyes
Then I do apologize for that
It is just a figure of speech that is used around here for someone telling another person
That they will be there for them during the hard times
And I will admit it, I am the world's worst for using pet names at times
I call my son sweetie so much that sometimes it does slip out especially
In emotional situations with other people
So, too, does the word dear from the phrase dear child that I say to him, as well
I try to refrain from using them but sometimes they do slip out
But I apologize to you if you misunderstood my words
I have no problem apologizing if I am wrong
So if you misunderstood than I am sorry
But I definitely never had any interest romantically in you at all
And honestly I guess I will always have a little love for all three of you because of memories shared and bread broken
But still, I can not be a part of your lives
You all have changed too much in a bad way for me to want to be a part of it
And I truly regret saying that
And besides, the bar for dating someone is much too far for you to ever reach on my end
And maybe just for a bit of spite I will say this one thing of truth to you
And this is straight from the soul honesty
There has only been one woman that I ever gave serious thought about marrying
And actually came so very, very close to proposing to
And sweetie, it was neither you nor my ex-wife
So there .......
I have some of the sweetest memories that any one could ever have while in a relationship with another person
And have reached levels of intimacy probably unobtainable by married couples
With the best friend that I will ever know
So the bar is set high and you could not even begin to measure
But still, I do wanna wish you a happy life
And I hope and pray that things will get better for you all
Especially for that child
Take care and best wishes ... CJ
..... venting complete ... now back into hibernation for me. I believe I will get me some sleep for a few minutes. With a mini break from work and school vacation ... smiles, I think I will sleep. I hope that life is kind to everyone and that your dreams (only the good ones) ... LOL LOL LOL ... come to realization. Well, maybe the bad ones, too ... of course, depending on what was bad about them ... Hahahahahahahaha. Take care my friends. You'll be in my thoughts when I drop by to check my mail ... so Email if you wanna. LOL LOL LOL Good night .... err ... well, wouldn't that be good morning ... but how, sleep and morning. Wel, you know what I mean ... I suppose. LOL LOL LOL | |
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Posted: 7/3/2009 9:11:36 AM | No, I'm not strong enough
And I'm sick and tired
Of trying to be tough
And I don't understand
Why God made man
To step on and bruise
Even if you could choose
Surely no one would want
To feel the pain
The belly taut
With pain and anger
Sorrow and dismay
So, hell know I'm not strong enough
to fall out of love today | |
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| Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Again
Posted: 7/5/2009 4:54:09 PM | Thanks for posting, something different...cause we all is different
J D hope you don't mind me dropping something here
I am strong enough to bleed
Smart enough to lead
No need to preach
Cause I practice what I teach
And this is a ghetto gospel
To my street apostles
Starved for truth
The youth grow hostile
Take care, all the best .... and yes I like to believe I am strong enough to love again | |
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| Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Again
Posted: 7/6/2009 2:51:53 PM | *~rose~* ... It is good to see you dropping by again. Thanks for sharing your words. They speak of such truth. I hope you'll feel welcomed back again.
himynameissarah ... Thanks for your contribution to the thread. I hope you'll feel more than welcomed to return again.
shadowww ... Of course it is cool that you share your words. I'd feel mighty bad if someone ever felt unwelcomed here. Feel free to contribute ever what you wish. Many thanks for your kind words ... and truth be known ... it is our strength that brings us the most happiness. All the best that life can bring to you also and I hope you'll feel welcomed back again.
"Distant shores"
Too many things on my mind
Issues unresolved
Emotional roller coasters
As conflicting thoughts and emotions run amuck
In search of a lifeline that isn't there
As sharks swim throughout the seas
And the shore is so far away | |
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| Are You Strong Enough to Bleed ..... and Love Again
Posted: 7/11/2009 5:38:39 PM | Some words are better left unspoken
Some pain is better left kept inside
The light bulb may not shine as bright when slightly tarnished
But still it will shine at the core
And shall unspoken words not bring another pain
Long live the silence | |
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