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jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls......only Posted: 9/30/2009 7:45:45 AM
Peel my skin from my hairline down my forehead Roll it down just a little bit more Pull it from my face and down my neck Off my shoulders and stretched off my chest Take it all off As I stand there naked of skin Will you be happy to read my insides Just reach in and take my heart Dig deep in my cavities and you may find my soul Take me apart and bottle me up In little labelled jars that reflect your love I’ll only have eyes for you My heart will be in your hand My lips will be yours for eternity to kiss Peel my skin from head to toe In so doing my soul you’ll know My heart you’ll capture in the rapture Of your obsession with possessions

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls......only Posted: 9/20/2009 3:40:47 PM
Glass dividers from floor to ceiling, distorting this present Past moments locked inside these glass cubes holding memory’s time She was not beautiful but her strength was appealing Inside those walls I still hear her screaming Wooden floors lay down with love His artistry a gift he fell down on his knees for Her life was a dream of a vision in her imagination She was not lovely but her spirit moved his Glass cubes and square houses, they were despised of Children and dogs mere objects of love Not subjects but objects in the way of their thoughts He loved her so endlessly, he painted her songs In the boudoir I see her staring at me dress Happy as an Eagle that she won’t let me rest Like a monarch dethroned her hand reaching for my life If only she knew she conducts the beats to my breath The stories of the forget-me-nots that I’ve ripped from the hill The gingers coated in chocolates finest silks Her nails painted so exquisite and fine She stole the show with her entrance each and every time Lady of her doing, and maiden of her home Bewitched by romance and the innocence of man Broken and battered from her sorrows she ran To glass cubes distorting the rings on her hand.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls......only Posted: 8/10/2009 11:25:55 AM
Hey Shadow! hope you're doing well...always nice to read you!! Don’t go rolling Where the road drives uphill The streets are cracked And the kids got chills The houses are all lit up Even at half past dawn And the young girls are wearing rimmed hats With nothing but their sex on The porches are worn down From the travellers that hustle through Coming in and out to get their kicks One by one or two by two Don’t go roaming in the dead lands Where the grass don’t even grow Where the crops are laced with death And the people don’t want to know In the air that reeks of sulphur With the windows shut so tight I see those raggedy girls Laying down without a fight In the streets the children play Games I cannot comprehend While the police cars swarm around the row houses Another woman dead Don’t go to the forgotten country Where the people are forsaken In the quest for trade and greed Even their bodies were had and taken

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 6360 (view)

Old Souls......only Posted: 8/9/2009 5:56:26 PM
Whispers precede me, whistling in the crevices and on the curves of my body. As I lay in pools of whiskey that soak my brain and fog my memory They capture me like the fangs of a stray dog biting down on my breast How did I get here? My hair is being detangled by raspberry bushes As some man pulls and pushes my white body across these northern fields Farmers picking me up from the crops like another corn yield And I want to whisper back, I want to whistle but I’m so parched My skin is so dry from being exposed And in my heart I’m dressed in dresses from a secret chest With marigolds twisted between my braids And my heart pinned to my blouse like Frida Maybe there is a God above But all I know is this life is fleeting and I’m counting I’m counting every second between the bumps in the fields While this man pulls and drags me by my ankles And I wish to see a rose as I pass by But there are only little flowers of purple, yellow and white But I’m whiter than them now, like a figure beneath lake water Waiting

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls......only Posted: 7/3/2009 8:02:57 PM
what up!!! ;-) In a dim light I listened By the red and purple tapestries you've imported Sitting at your thailanese table A spanish literature professor A woman, with curly hair and a love of culture Eurocentric, hippie is what you mean to me Your mojitos more delicious than the nation that created them I wonder about cultural obssessions So french and english, you crave the mexican bienvenida The Spaniard's genes Walking barefoot in your kitchen you talk of Cortez redeemed!? So sweet yet something is perverse here Maybe its the hunger that pierces through your gaze? Maybe it's the way your house reminds me of a museum you show off rather than a place to live. It could've been right, but for some reason it felt wrong.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls......only. Posted: 6/22/2009 8:26:52 AM
Down amidst the city they played The streets were bustling and the crowds were gay Below the humid skies, the music did rise And dance, they danced and smiled. On the tips of their lips was laughter and drink There was no time to worry, no time to think. Hands clasping hands, cusping hips, cheeks a perfect rose Tilting their heads to the heavens of old Their hair curled and furled in the humid air Their dresses dirty, faces sweaty and barefoot without care. Pouring beer down their throat to keep cool And the wine, oh the wine, the best in the world. Vive la dance et la musique si belle. The circus is in town et ceux et celles Qui aiment le joie de vivre Et le siflement du vent...

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls......only. Posted: 6/14/2009 10:31:58 AM
Lie me down on the patches where the grass don't grow Lie me down so my tresses mesh with weeds that grow so strong and fertile Lie me down, breasts down in the dirt With my cheek pressed against oozing dandelion beds Stretch out my hands palm down, to feel the ground vibrate Stretch out each finger so wide it makes it hurt Oh love of life and everything viceral pierce my lips with the tiny needles of your touch Oh love, lovely boy but now a man Take my lips and press them to your hand If it weren't for all this mess, all these pilleged places Of friends turned cold, and children turned old Where would we be? Where would be lying, tangled between each others pasts and hopes dried up by the sun and broken by poverty. How lovely is love when it can't be fullfilled, When it swells so big it's gonna overspill and when it's just a dream on the edge of a dream caught in between wanting and fear.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls......only. Posted: 6/10/2009 7:28:37 PM
This place is so cold, the winds from the west just keep rattling Away pieces of dreams, like an invisible chisel hacking my bones. In the early evening, the sky is lit in eerie blues and the wind moves Like ghosts flying underneath the clouds, communicating with one another. The electric wires mesh the airways like futuristic highways suspended in space. Everything is quiet. Everything is dying. Pushing North, moving my way further from those dreams, forsaken The energy is stagnant, nothing pulsates with life. A barren, quiet town, a silence only broken in by sirens Piercing from the light towers of another operative mine. I remember what it was to feel alive, to feel desire spilling from My hands and toes. Curling and clenching in rawness and power between our legs and faces. The dust gathers on everything, a reminder of a wasting decomposing self Each day I wipe away a chance with a rag and wonder why I let lady time pass me by Without grabbing for the edges of her skirt, without pulling her hair to slow her down a bit But, she moves like the wind, laughing at me, waiting for me to become like the dead.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 6019 (view)

Old Souls.......only. Posted: 2/11/2009 12:10:59 PM
just....soul At the end of the day I raise my fist to the sky And wonder what more shall I rage and make peace with before I die? How many tiny mouths will take their last gasp Before ever holding a word within their mouths I ask? How many more people will be born without soul or will have their soul so tormented that they cannot grow? Sometimes I feel I will walk down a glowing ember path One fist clenching some ancient battle axe when I die The other hand clenched and held just as high holding a daisy up to the sky Today, this is how I would die

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 43 (view)

medication for kids..some may need it Posted: 2/6/2009 9:57:40 AM
Hi, Like others have suggested I would get a 3-4 opinion. I would also look into an extra curricular activity that enables him to be loud and aggressive. My friend was very much like your son growing up and his mom put him in drumming classes. In retrospect, he said those classes really helped him to channnel his pent up energy into something positive on a regular basis. Goodluck! p.s IMO meds are not a bad thing. Just research up the drugs that could be prescribed to your child before hand.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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~New Love~ Posted: 2/5/2009 1:58:16 PM
Hey Brandon...nice to read ya again...drop me a line... Jules...your poems are so different I almost didnt recognize you! I press my hands against my face The outside is no longer the same Time is slowly weaving her story As my body morphs with her changes What happened to the life I thought I would have To the dreams I was sure were surely mine Everything has gotten so complex And my perception redefined I used to think the world was mine to take Now I see I only get what she gives I can only glide so far on my own And learn to live and let live

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls.......only. Posted: 2/5/2009 1:44:59 PM
Hey blue! Thanks...

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls.......only. Posted: 2/4/2009 7:38:02 PM
Cathedral bells ring the song of me Dark iron against an oxidized copper tower Everthing dead begins to howl Listen baby sister it's the witching hour Back and forth you turn your head Every angle illumintes a new facet of a multitude of faces that have seduced and hacked me to death with a hatchet If only my fangs could grow quicker I'd thirst on your blood If only armageddon would come sooner I'd take pleasure in watching you flushed with the floods Bewitchment is but a double edged sword My prayers turn against me with every word, escaped from the lips I promised were yours In the eve of a shift I watched your pores open to fur Your sweet smile twist into a snarl You were once fully human before you're blood cooled Now you hound your soul down And gnaw it out of some fool In some ancient building crafted from lime I see your statues immortalized through time Your claws perched on some banister or stairwell Amidst fossils of oceans pasts Amidst shorelines of countries past Cathedral bells call me home Dark iron against an oxidized copper tower Echoes of curved hollow casts The sound is power

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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baby names Posted: 1/15/2009 11:44:28 AM
Boys: Marcus, Alexander, Isaiah, Keegan, Connor, Lucas, Morgan, Liam, Ethan Girls Morgan, Malia, Eve, Shevon, Maya, Anais

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Studing and raising a family Posted: 1/12/2009 6:45:54 PM
Hi, Honestly, staying in school was the best thing I ever did for myself and my son. I am now on my second degree since I became pregnant. Just got my own office at university today :-) As best I could, I scheduled my classes into 2-3 days per week (doesnt always happen)...as daycare is expensive and I want time for my son. In those 3 days I cram as much as possible. I also spend my evenings doing some reading and work and the last 3 weeks of semester just giving her, breaking down and thinking I'm going to quit. I've had to come to terms that my grades will not be what they once were especially during flu season, hospital emergencies ect... One thing I cannot promote more are scholarships! There are so many out there. make a good coffee and devote youself to appying to all the ones you are eligible for. Financial aid offices can give u the list or website for them. If you manage to keep your grades up and are receiving scholarships you might not need to work...that's what I've managed to do, plus, Ive done work as teacher's assistant or working in the university's greenhouse ect... Anyway, best of luck! Find a system that works for you, it's not easy but it's well worth it

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Protecting your children Posted: 12/20/2008 10:48:59 AM
Yes, I understand that feeling too. When my son started daycare, I asked if police checks had been done on all caregivers and the director of the school said yes. One of the teachers boyfriends would come in sometimes to help out occasionally. When I found out, I told the director that I pay good money because of the safety and good security regulations of their organisation and that he shouldn't come back until he has had a police check as well. If it would have been a problem, I would've filed a complaint. Make sure you know the person before allowing a boyfriend into your childs life. Trust those around you but always have your childs protection as a priority. Other than that, there isn't much we can do.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Single mum or single woman? Posted: 12/20/2008 10:25:21 AM
Hi, As a single mum, I would say to raise the standards and not lower them. There are plenty of worthy single fathers and single men out there. Don't rush , wait for a compatible companion !! Meanwhile, enjoy a few really nice dates from time to time until somebody catches your attention. Happy Holidays J.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Advice needed... Posted: 12/14/2008 9:01:28 AM
Thanks for your advice! It's really nice to hear the input of others that have gone through similar situations. To answer some of your questions- Im worried about the court system b/c you never know what the outcome would be. My first lawyer told me that one judge ordered an infant to be 6 months on the east coast of Canada with his mom and the other 6 months on the west coast with his dad. My son's father lives in the United-States while I live in Canada. It would completely tear me up if something like that happened. As well as my son. If we should need a mediator in the future, I think legal aid might be of help. I have set really clear boundaries with my ex many times. But, was inspired to do it again hearing from some of you. He thinks it's really funny but is not crossing the boundaries yet. I want to maintain positive (polite) communication with him for the sake of my son. Otherwise, yes I would have bounced, change my number ect... It's not easy but I think we're making improvements. Canoist- I bought that book. Although, I dont think he's BPD, it still helps alot b/c his behaviour is similar. Im trying the best I can to change my attitude to his father and understand him better. Eventually, I think he'll stop looking to me as a solution to his problems and find somebody else to pursue...im keeping my fingers crossed. Jesyka

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Supervised Access Visits Posted: 12/14/2008 8:41:36 AM
Hi, Ive been in a similar boat. My son and his father have always had supervised visits but not through a third person ( which comes with its own stresses). I usually try and keep our routines while his father comes by. He has joined us at my son's swimming lessons, going for a dinner or lunch, shopping at the mall, or at our house for meals. When he is at our place, I usually do my chores or schoolwork so, he can have alone time with him. And I try to keep it calm and positive. Sometimes my ex plans to visit his friends or family and we go all three of us. It really depends on her father though. I prefer public activities doing things that my son would enjoy (skating, swimming, park, lunch ect...). I have also noticed it to be really important for him to continue his routine especially his with friends and family while my son's father is in town and include his father into our activities rather than vice versa (at least for now). I've noticed things go alot smoother this way and my son's emotions are less frazzled. Hope that helps.. .Goodluck!

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Advice needed... Posted: 12/11/2008 1:24:22 PM
Hi, Janet- I tried to message you but you're not accepting letters from women . I was just curious to know how you took control. I have spoken to 2 lawyers, both of their advice was pretty vague. They told me keeping him off the birth certificate is the best thing and to allow calls 1 per month? My son's father would never have that and at his point I dont think it's in my son's best interest. I think I might contact legal aid, for help with communications though. Thanks !!

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Advice needed... Posted: 12/10/2008 3:00:30 PM
Thanks Canoist! I've been looking for a good book at my chapters.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Ice Breaker when I get to see my kids again Posted: 12/10/2008 8:20:23 AM
Hi, I would start by researching on the net for books on this type of situation. And start reading so you can know a little what to expect and how to respond in various situations. Goodluck!

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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god is Posted: 12/10/2008 7:48:24 AM
translation: I can no longer talk about the things that caused me pain I swallow them with the hate, I eat it and it comes back out But like all things swallowed, this pain is my skin For all that is beautiful it's not a mistake, your skin is my own It's only but a dream we share that flies away in an instants time The pain and the joy, love and warm weather, I'll fly over it all stuck in the wind Let me run over my country, through my head and my body Nomade that I am, I need to listen to my spirit I'll swallow you like I'll swallow the others, who'll become my beautiful skin Full of wrinkles and stories of this woman born from the deepest waters. lol i think i lost myself in tanslation...

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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god is Posted: 12/10/2008 7:36:11 AM
Hey J- Hope life is being kind to you... Je ne peux plus parler des choses qui mon causer la peine J'avales tout la haine, j'la manges et sa re-sort Mais comme toute avaler cette peine est ma peau Pour tout qui est beau elle n'est pas fausse, ta peau est ma peau Ce n'est qu'un reve qu'ont partagent qui volent est qui partent dans un instant La peine et la joie, l'amour, le beau temps, je volera au dessus prise dans le vent Laissez-moi courir mon pays, ma tete est mon corps Nomade comme je suis il faut que j'ecoutes mon esprit Je t'avales comme j'avelerais les autres, qui deviendraient ma peau si beau Pleine de rides et d'histoires de cette femme nee de les eaux les plus pronfondes.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Advice needed... Posted: 12/10/2008 7:10:06 AM
I definitely have some control issues and anxiety of my son being in his father's company alone. Especially, that my son is so young. It still hasn't happened yet. My son has a few severe medical problems and I would be petrified. Two of the medical problems being fatal. My ex has never been to a single doctors visit and is not trained in dealing with the problems nor has shown interest in learning. When I cut the contact with him, it was because I had discovered very disturbing information about his past and present. I did not want him near us until things were cleared up. It's definitely a complicated issue. Was I right to cut contact? I did what I had to to survive a very difficult time and create a peaceful environment for my son and myself while we were facing a heavy situation. Had I allowed him contact, he would just be trying to argue his way back into our lives with unacceptable behaviour without bothering to help or support us. I couldn't direct what little energy I had left dealing with him, I needed it to recuperate and be positive for my son. In any case, he now visits when he feels like it (2-3 x per year) and calls as much as he pleases. When I try to lay down some barriers on visits or phone calls---he freaks and pushes harder...I've realised there's no point in arguing with him and I try and stay as calm and polite as I can or just stay silent....BUT sometimes I'd really like to speak my mind...

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Does Bipolar = Liar? Posted: 12/9/2008 6:53:52 PM
I have 2 good friends who are both bi-polar and both cant lie for their lives...

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Guilty For Dating ? Posted: 12/9/2008 6:45:23 PM
Completely understand, I joined pof thinking I could/should do it and realised I'm not ready...

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Advice needed... Posted: 12/9/2008 6:24:25 PM
Thanks for your replies! Yes, I have full custody. I never put his name on the birth certificate. No, it hasnt been like this since the beginning. It started a bit before my son's 2end birthday. I have often thought about cutting contact completely (and did for 8 months),but, he is my son's father I know many people experience difficulty with their exes in regards to their children. I just didnt know if calling everyday is normal or not as well as unacceptable behaviour from time to time. I've often thought of getting things cleared up in the courts just to have rules set in paper and enforced but, I'm afraid that if we went to court he could have unsupervised visitation or even holidays with him and that really scares me!! So, I usually put up with it thinking it's a minor price to pay for knowing that my son is safe and well taken care of. Plus, courts view rights to visitation and child support separately, so, the only thing I would gain is possibility of child support (doesnt seem worth it)...

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Advice needed... Posted: 12/8/2008 4:27:09 PM
Thanks for your replies. So, do you set clear times for when the other parent can call. And do you allow them to call everyday? ty

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Advice needed... Posted: 12/8/2008 12:10:20 PM
mel, what kind of classes?

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Advice needed... Posted: 12/8/2008 11:43:45 AM
Hi, My ex has visited our son a handful of times since he was born. However, he calls ALL the time, at his convenience. If I give him time frames of appropriate times to call, he goes out of his way to call anytime but then. If I don't answer his call he will persistently call (15-20 times) up until 4 a.m. I used to use my cell as my alarm clock but have had to buy an actual alarm clock to avoid being woken up by him. Whenever he does call, he always tries to bring the conversation back to us getting together or how much he loves/misses me. We broke up when my son was 2 months old and he is now 3. His behaviour is unacceptable in many other ways as well. Whenever he visits (2-3 times per year), he ALWAYS makes passes at me and I've had to ask him to leave before. Our break up was emotionally draining because of the level of betrayal and deceit that took place and I find it still very hard to deal with this. When I suggest getting a mediator, it never works out because he starts to threaten me with custody issues. Has anyone gone through this from their ex partners ? If so, how did/do you cope?

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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I just need to vent - am at my wits end Posted: 12/7/2008 3:13:11 PM
Hi, Sorry to hear about your son's surgery. Even if it is minor, these things can be emotionally draining. If you you want some company, try and get a good friend or relative to accompany you. If not, then keep it intimate and be there 100% when your son waked up to comfort him ( stock up on treats, dvd's, ect.. depending on recovery time). Bring a good magazine and a good coffee. Let him know his dad would have been there if he could (only if he asks). It sucks your ex won't be there, but, you can't change his attitude, so, try and stay as positive as you can for your son and yourself. It's also really crappy that he wont pick up his phone, especially since the routine has changed, and your son is supposedly sick but you dont know what's up ! I would however, avoid calling 20 times, it doesnt look good on your part! Call once or twice leave a message saying you are recording his actions and if he doesnt call back by said time, you will be coming over yourself. AND if he's not there, you will record it and it will not look good for him in court ! He's probably listening to his messages. Best of luck!! I hope your son is fine and the surgery goes smoothly. Jesyka

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Stereotyping single parents Posted: 11/25/2008 1:28:26 PM
I think that there is such a wide range of single parents out there and one that does not live off assisstance, does not wallow in her misgivings or self-pitty does not necessarily make a better parent. Cross-culturally single parenthood is viewed in a variety of ways, in some cultures it is not seen as a disadvantage but an advantage or considered completely normal to raise children alone. In others, it is completely frowned upon. It's definitely a matter of perception but I do not think it's fair to discriminate on those who are going through hard times and living their lives the way in which they choose to at that particular moment. Might not be te way I would do it, but it's their perogative. Whatever perceptions ppl hold towards single parents is based on their exposure to them. I don't think there is only one stereotype out there. ***AND about STATS, whenever dealing with them look at the methodology of the experiment to see if it is even valid. Just because an article was in the newspaper, National Geographic or on the BBC doesn't mean that it wasn't faulty. Nor can Stats applied to specific experiments be appropriated into another context. Stats regarding the behaviour of children who have fathers in prison do not apply to children from single parent families who do not have a father in prison. Cheers!

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Going back to school as a single parent? Posted: 11/18/2008 3:05:15 PM
Hi, I am a single mother of a soon to be 3 year old boy. I became pregnant the second year of my bachelors degree and decided to stick to it. Although times can get tight and a little demanding with the late night studying, it's a great lifestyle! There are quite a lot of bursaries for single moms, not to mention scholarships, that are available and can give you a fairly comfortable salary. If you're following your dreams, then you'll feel proud of yourself and set a good example for your kids as well. You'll also have lot's of time off in the summer, and you have the luxury of taking as many sick days you need during the year and still be able to catch up on lectures and do your readings from home (depending on the program). Your bursaries /scholarships come in on a monthly basis so you still have an income during the summer and a 2 week vacation for x-mas. You can also plan your schedule so that you're at school 2 days and home for your 8 month old the other 5 days of the week. Also, if you're a single mom 2 classes a semester is considered full-time :-) If I were you, I wouldn't wait until your eldest is finished. I just had my graduation last night and my son was there---it was a great moment. I've also started my Masters and my income has really increased b/c I chose a research position that was well funded. So, I really promote going back to school! Sure, you live a little poorer but there are SO many other rewards. I think it's a win /win situation. Goodluck! BTW- I just realized I forgot to check where live. I'm in Canada...

jesyka

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Old Souls......only Posted: 10/14/2008 9:56:11 AM
onlysecondshere- your poem made me tear eyed...

jesyka

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I don't care what you write...... Posted: 10/13/2008 6:37:10 PM
hey..lol thought I'd drop a line.... Shake me up Miskito man like you did the time before If I weren't such a lady You know I'd be your whore In the midst of reaching adulthood your advices come to bore But you dance like mad right through your life And for that I give my thanks Even though your breath is always sweet from whiskey And you cant be found unless there's dark and smoke And some pinup girl with a name from your past I'm still laughing at your jokes If I'd follow the sayings and should alls You know we'd just never speak But when you're back in town, in from outta the blue i smile and let you get a grip on me

jesyka

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Old Souls......only Posted: 10/13/2008 6:21:15 PM
cheers! Been away for a while it's nice to read some familiar people.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls......only Posted: 10/11/2008 9:27:41 PM
When creating this country our ancestors Left us their greatest splendours Au Quebec, our forests are public That doesn’t mean they aren’t subject To industry. They are, They are dwindling, pushing further And further north. It all looks brown and green But there’s such a variety of trees The smell of pine arouses so many memories These fragments of once immensity is embedded in me, Of who I am The songs we sing, the way we dance How we came and not by chance And not without hardships, blood and war Strived to survive in this cold ardour And made a living off these trees From the south now pushing north We’ve ripped them up and sent them forth To the mills downstream for what it was worth Back then we didn’t know what we were doing was unsustainable Now we’re ripping ourselves from the earth One by one, Ton by ton

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

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Old Souls......only Posted: 10/11/2008 9:06:09 PM
I wish Stella would have told me a few things before I left She seemed to have it so together, up tight and rolling I never saw her un- beautiful, she always took my breath away, Even when her face was pale and her mascara crumbled in flakes Beneath her eyes like dark shadows I loved her I loved the way she walked around her house half naked Unembarrassed, unafraid, unpretentious Wrapped up in some new rap With hustlers, strays, ladies and fallen angels I long cigarette smoking between her fingers And her thick lips cracking from dryness and too much living I wish you would have told me Stella. Some more of your stories about people, all people, and how To tell them apart From their smiles, the way they fidget, the way they look at you, the way they stare, the way they eat The way they make love to you

Jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 5542 (view)

Old Souls......only Posted: 9/29/2008 8:00:16 PM
Global Food Security The Earth is bountiful. Yes, she is! Africa, Africa, why are your bellies burning? India, keep your seeds. Bangladesh guard your rices, we're waging war through food! Haiti, sweet Haiti, how much more can she endure, Food prices are rising higher for our poor. Babies cry no more, change is coming, please be coming at our doors. Incomes so low, we just can't afford the change our politcians are striving for. It doesn't take mounds of money to create sustainable agricultural tools, It don't take pestcides to secure our foods, we don't need patents and GMO's, we dont need this change, it doesn't work anymore. We know, we know. Rice isnt supposed to grow beneath the water's surface, We're not supposed to dump our surplus on poorer countries and drive down their markets. We know monoculture isn't secure, then why, why, why? Damn you Nigeria, for your radical policies. Capping nomadic tribes isn't going to improve your agriculture, and you know it and you know it! It's all so simple. But on the verge of the next major food shortage is the prime time to lobby for biotechnology and geoengineering. It isn't about the hungry, it's about a new market. Chemical warfare turned pesticides and herbicides. Genocide turned crops that fail due to corn modified with genes that won't let plants regrow. We know, we know, we know! It's the collapse of a paradigm to be replaced by another money hungry scheme. While the wages stay low and the prices get high, and the people go hungry and the most vulnerable die. so what, so what, so what?!

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 5313 (view)

Old Souls......only Posted: 8/17/2008 5:25:03 AM
Cold winter nights of past memories mesh Into the abyss of my soul’s memory place It was the coldest winter we’d had in a long stretch On our windows frost was exquisitely etched Creating seasonal murals of magical praise Inside we hid to stay warm in our place It was the longest winter that I can recall The heat cranked up steaming the walls It was the only winter I remember at all

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 425 (view)

Infinite Memories Posted: 8/17/2008 4:54:46 AM
oops, didnt want that laughing guy there...

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 424 (view)

Infinite Memories Posted: 8/17/2008 4:53:08 AM
Hey Celestial! ( ever read Love by Toni Morrisson ??--- Celestial is a character in there) Just wanted to stop by and say hiya Pachuca mama, take me to Pachuca In the winter when the Monarchs come I want to feel the hot day turn to freeze And watch the forests red with wings Hidalgo mama, take me to Hidalgo I want to see the forest move in january Watch the butterflies take flight by the millions I want to stand tall above the canyons Linda mami, pachamama She's crying for her children lost Come inside her kitchen door Where life still brews healthy not in ruin

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 1688 (view)

extract Posted: 8/14/2008 10:29:52 PM
Moonlight sonata ringing through my veins, Paint me into a Vision of Fiametta! While I linger on the thoughts of the Darkness of your brow…. Don Giovanni turned Drama giocoso, how I wish You wouldn’t humour me into A vision of Dante! The other Rossetti May have known me better? Somewhere in between The lady behind the screens or The woman complacent and enchanted Laying one with the foliage, Mother Nature, Or the head of Medussa carved from The masculine hands of artists, there I must exist. Violent and docile, haunted By Piano Concerto No.4 in C minor…. Your lips on mine so sweet yet vile, You, the phoenix that shant rise, A victim of a fire that keeps you wallowing In ash. I can’t forgive you and you plague Me like a stigmata twisting nails through my palms. Yet through your voice nature sings her melody through the legends of Fioretti.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 5194 (view)

Old Souls......only Posted: 7/31/2008 7:08:12 PM
I turned her way and smiled. My skin slowly slid downward, Until the red and blue of my flesh was exposed and then disappeared down again. I grinned a skinless smile That shone on bright as bone and teeth. My tears were as phosphor; burning holes All down my face. My eyes left like hollow bowls. Freedom rises with the moon and with it comes a roaring thirst that pangs with fangs inside my chest, a feeling the night can only awaken. That only she can reveal this reverie Unlaced Disolved Engulfed in feelings of desires and superhuman abilities. I smiled at her as my hair fell out And all that was left was a skull. The skin on my body kept retreating and my power was fleeting So I clung outward to her features for security as they changed. From a smile born of love to disgust and to fear eventhough she had vowed that to her the dark was most dear. My old bones just creak and groan wanting some release with each crack of my joints And I wish for my skin, pock marked as it was to keep me warm on this humid summer's night.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 1481 (view)

Compassion Posted: 7/31/2008 9:29:30 AM
Hey J- i loved 1475...wanted to respond but gotta run

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 1469 (view)

.Expression Posted: 7/21/2008 10:33:55 PM
I saw God in the farmlands Where the clover grew between the grass I saw God's illumination in the eve as my lover's stark white ass In the miracles to which one can only cry or laugh I saw God out there in the farmlands growing between the hash Between the riverbeds and bulrush I saw him in the children joking without a care Singing rock songs in the noonday rain Waving hands up in the air. I saw God amongst the gardens by the tractor in the fields. I saw God gathered up by rough dirt hands in the July recolt and yields. His peace was mighty loud as gun shot, as the neighbor blasted all within his sight. His wife was lovin someone else while he was sleeping late at night. God was there amongst the jealousy and ravenous within his rage But I saw God out there I did fully free while still encaged.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 1651 (view)

Ramblings Posted: 7/13/2008 7:32:48 AM
That damn old couch that is shaded green A hue that was mass produced long ago Not like the sleek monochromatic fibers of today It’s speckled with dots of the seventies And its wooden frame make it impossible To move from place to place But it manages to live yet another year Every time I sit on it, clouds of dust Puff out into the air with the smell of humidity and antiquity That damn old couch cloaked in memories Of other homes and people who’ve passed on Of childhood and adolescence and love First loves and lovemaking, good flicks And not so good ones, lust and motherhood Fights and quarrels and bad allergies I just don’t know if I’m ready to throw away This monstrosity in my den that breaks all the rules And sticks out like a green, sore thumb.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 1459 (view)

.Expression Posted: 7/8/2008 8:03:58 AM
Perhaps the possibilities are endless, More imaginative than our individual imaginations Can conceive! Is it but a deferred dream? Birthed by ancestors and expanded By those who follow suit? The pursuit of happiness, Master inventors, the lost, the found, The spiritual, the damned; all weave Into this reality some form of possibility Of how we can create or forsake. The riddle of reality, the great con of here And beyond or its truth Criticized and revised by each Generations’ youth Every culture defining this reality Through its own unique Categories based on the concrete Or the abstract that paint So many different worldviews Of the secular and the sacred, it’s truly amazing. Outside of humanity, all other life forms find their own Ways to be and strive and survive. So many teachings of how we should Behave in order to fly beyond the grave, Is it just a construct to tame the naïve!? Reality, a riddle revised, revolutionized, And redefined. An experience that must be taking place Otherwise we couldn’t converse about It’s existence, for I am sure it can’t Be just a figment of my imagination?! But imagination can define how reality will be Defined. Like an additional line added to a written rhyme. A dream deferred plucked from time. For energies sake, it could be nuclear. If no one envisions anything better. In fifty years cars could be prehistoric, Fossil fuels a thing of the past Imaginings can jump into reality quite fast. Everybody’s path is so unique, Whatever the soul years it shall seek And we all battle like molecules In a petrie dish to form the reality of our time Collective actions that just add on to The riddles and rhymes.

jesyka

Joined: 10/11/2006

Msg: 1643 (view)

Abstraction Posted: 7/2/2008 11:38:33 AM
Bare white feet outstretch under dark lake water Wild Purple-Blue flowers stretching tall Along a winding highway in the North Thick northern trees extending and widening In spurts between the farmlands Wild geese flocking to green pastures While dark storm clouds are rolling in Heavy rains fall from the heavens The sun breaking through as the clouds keep moving Taking with them the cold dark rain The air smells like burnt raindrops and asphalt As rainbow ends unravel down to the lake Bare white feet finding relief on the shoreline While two trout are raping a female The water is splashing and the air smells like living.

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