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|Well, here's one of mine|
and I'll try to make it shine
because it's for you
who surely have a screw
or two loose! I'm gonna complain
cause you're driving me insane
because at twenty-nine
you ain't never ever never
gonna be mine
the way I'd want you to.
Besides, you live in Shitigan
--Oops, sorry, I meant Michigan
and I'm in Montreal. I can dream
of what'd it be like to be beside you
and hopefully to glide you into my arms.
But what's the use of dreaming
or a bit of erotic scheming?
You ain't never ever never
gonna be mine
the way I'd want you to.
Posted: 10/14/2006 12:10:28 PM
|I do understand the pain of not having someone|
to say "I love you" to,
but until you've let go of the one who hurt you
and make room for the one who could heal
all your hurts, there are people around
--men, women and children
--whose beauty you can allow yourself to see
and silently, for the sake of your own heart,
think, "I love you. I love you. I do!"
Posted: 10/14/2006 12:23:20 PM
|Read your life in my view|
all you can. See it as I see you:
a little bit of heaven.
5'10" tall, with a heart
that's at least five eleven!
Posted: 10/14/2006 8:35:34 PM
|You do not know - few do|
--the beauty that is you.
The beauty that is in your smile
and even in your tears,
that shines forth
even through your fears.
You do not know - no,
not even you do.
Posted: 10/15/2006 5:51:44 AM
|You’ve had your troubles, Bubblez,|
more than many of us combined.
And it's hard to get them out of your mind.
But this is no time to stop
remember that what you named yourself for
always rises to the top!
Posted: 10/15/2006 4:31:00 PM
|We’re all screens on which others|
project their fantasies or hurts.
They see, or rather they imagine, in us
some girl-friend who rejected them,
some lover who betrayed or worse,
abused them - and they hold us accountable.
No one meant to hurt you. They were striking
out at that screen on which their own hurts
were projected. So come back, dance
if you can, or cry, seek romance
or friendship or conversation.
We’re all partners, more or less,
in one big conversation in which
we seek to curse or bless
Posted: 10/18/2006 4:58:36 AM
They are learning...
To become children again
To swing a baseball bat
As much as I am now
But what we grown-ups need to learn
is to withhold the bat
when no balls are thrown at us.
Learning to become a mother
or a father or, indeed, to be a person
is our lifelong task.
I owe my children my life
but, above all, a happy, hopeful life
for they will model their strength on yours.
It will be because of them and only them I will recover
The strength one finds on behalf of others
is the strength that will endure
for it will be passed on to them.
Posted: 10/23/2006 11:23:47 AM
|I had a phone call this morning|
from someone I hadn’t heard from
in some time and who I thought
had given up on me. I just barely
kept myself from letting out on her
the rage I feel at my loneliness,
my lack of a lover. Why,
why is there no one to thrill over me,
to share my bed at night, my table
over breakfast lunch and dinner?
Perhaps that is a wish I hold too dear.
And anyway we’re all at least half crazy here!
Posted: 10/24/2006 4:55:32 AM
[Hate] has a lot in common with love, chiefly with that self-transcending aspect of love, the fixation on others, the dependence on them and in fact the delegation of a piece of one's identity to them... The hater longs for the object of his hatred...[It] is a diabolical attribute of the fallen angel... a state of the spirit that aspires to be God, that may even think it is God, and is tormented by indications that it is not and cannot be. [The typical hater displays] a serious face, a quickness to take offense, strong language, shouting, the inability to step outside himself and his own foolishness." Vaclav Havel, at a conference on the subject of hatred.
Let go of hate, Bubbelz, my friend,
for hate, like love, must sometimes be brought to an end,
lest the hater, like the unrequited lover,
stay rooted in one place, under a cover
of despair. You have children you love,
therefore you have hope, shove
hate out of your heart, for their sake
if not for your own. Make it a new day
for all of you. There are many here who say
to you, You are good, you are kind,
Allow yourself the pleasure of a carefree mind!
Posted: 10/24/2006 3:59:20 PM
To hear advice from friends unknown
Shows love and concern that ive never been shown
Those who show love
will be shown it in return...
Sometimes, however, we make a mistake
and show love to those whose hearts burn
with hatred or cruelty they’ve been shone
and though they too may yearn
to love, they no longer know how.
You need to turn your heart to stone
when it faces him. He will leave you alone
when he knows that he can no longer get to you.
Posted: 10/29/2006 1:46:30 PM
At the beauty of your beloved,
Zealous to have and to hold her
Eternally and to fill her with
Do you not
Understand that no one could
Eden to you on a plate?
Ask yourself, is it truly
Eelation generated by
Reams and reams of fantasy
That might, in the end, destroy both you - and her?
Posted: 11/4/2006 7:29:39 PM
|Bubbelz, my daughter, my loving friend, may some of this and the foregoing reach you and help you to heal both in body and, no doubt so much harder, in spirit. How you hoped for better... and feared just what has happened.|
For what it is worth, may there be a speedy retribution to the man who brutalizd you.
Posted: 11/5/2006 4:35:43 AM
|We have only choices, limited as we are by the distance from her:|
1) To send vibes of murderous hate to the crazed brute who did this to her, or
2) To find in ourselves as much gentleness as we can, to manifest that towards those who are physically within our reach, and to hope that somehow a tsunami of caring finds its way psychically to Lisa Anne...
Posted: 11/5/2006 8:39:00 AM
|You are in our thoughts, my heart goes out to you and your family ..... |
Your strength will see you through this atrocity.
Tiny wooden tears
Winter bark frozen in time
Sounds of silence fall
Posted: 11/5/2006 11:37:30 AM
|May I suggest that as many of you feel this way will adopt Bubbelz as your sister or cousin, and write to tell her so? Apparently her sister is picking up her mail and hopefully is reading her messages to her. |
I'm hoping to hear, perhaps from Intenzity, that the police have arrested her ex and that Bubbelz wil be pressing charges against him.
Posted: 11/5/2006 2:49:18 PM
|For Lisa Anne|
That is the price you pay
for being a sexually desirable woman
in a world where men want
what is denied to them
more than they want love.
Lying in your hospital bed
now which surely is a bed
of despair you must be wondering
what it’s all about, for we were all fed
the same hope with our mother’s milk:
that the world was a spacious garden
and each of us was a plant
that grew in it. And there were those
who hoped to water that garden
and nourish it. You’d have children
and a lover who cherished you,
a lover whose eyes lit up
when he saw you, whose touch
was always gentle. You would learn
to love words for what they could do
if used with care and caring.
And you’d romp and sing with the rest
of your friends who are waiting
for you to come back. Come back,
Posted: 11/5/2006 7:58:27 PM
|The toughest Bubblez I know|
Are the ones that get bounced around
Violently at times
But never break
Be well -- you have friends here.
Posted: 11/6/2006 3:51:45 AM
|I had a call from Lisa Anne last night. She could barely speak and spoke of hurting - physically, I belive she meant. She received injuries to her jaw, nose and the back of her head.|
The police have her ex in custody and the state will be bringing a charge of assault against him.
Her sister brought a lap-top to her, with which she has been checking in here from time to time.
Posted: 11/6/2006 10:44:26 AM
Vi skal hjelp dig mit ven, og for fat i ham skal Gudderen! Sov godt!
Couldn’t have said it better myself, Norseman!
Intenzity: Thanks for blessing my vicarious paternal relationship with Bubbelz. I wish I could offer her what her real Dad did or should have.
Bubbelz: in case you're looking in on us:
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Which of us loves you most of all?
All of us do, each in his or her own way!
So promise you'll be back some day
|For Lisa Anne|
Posted: 11/7/2006 2:22:31 PM
|Become like a child for a while|
and rest in the spirit hands of
intenzity, MiTURN, Tobs78, pickles51,
P0ckets , whyspr, sewluvlee, Autumn Fantasy,
TiMwM, cuddly_zo, PoetFriend, justdifferent,
skjoldhus, neseemoo, om, alwaysdreaming2006,
alyosha, eyes wide shut3, Call Me Your Angel,
Thorb, breathing, bobby7, Spiffy Kat,
GoatSmell, mama tiger, supadiva,
and others who may have been too shocked
to post their words of love
and caring for you. Nothing that I’ve seen
here so far has brought us as close
together as our love and concern for you....
Posted: 11/8/2006 5:17:25 AM
|I received a note from Lisa Anne's sister composed at her request. Lisa will be released from hospital today. Her family are trying to persuade her not to go back to her devastated apartment until her brother has managed to restore it to a semblance of order. Her children are in the care of Lisa's mother.|
Posted: 11/8/2006 7:52:01 PM
|Bubblez - -|
I hope you are resting, quietly, doing nothing...A mom's pampering can do wonders for the soul ... Everything else, takes care of itself.
The language of sight
Feelings heard in the dark
Images of time
Slivers of hope
Pierce the walls of her heart
Scars left behind
Hands tell the tale
She screams in silence as
Memories tumble from her fingers
You see, for the first time,
What she fears …
You are in our thoughts...
Posted: 11/9/2006 4:33:31 AM
|Heard from Lisa Anne again. She is in her sister's house. There is no further news in her note except in the tone of it, which is spirited, even a bit funny and loving.|
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