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Give It Back
I was under the impression that the police agencies in a country are there to protect the law abiding citizens and place the non law abiding citizens behind bars. Well I guess my assumptions are dead wrong, especially in today’s world. We live in a world where the criminal has more rights then their victim. In a healthier time, such rights would have never been given to a criminal, in times of white rule our nation’s streets were much safer, our crime rates were much lower and our standards of living were much higher. Since we allowed the enemy into our ranks, our nations have felt the brunt force of the newly found world of diversity. No longer are law abiding citizens able to defend themselves, their families, or their property from a would be rapist, thieve, murderer or other low life scum who wishes to infringe on their rights. No longer are we allowed to take a gun to a person who breaks into our house and tries to steal what we have worked for, no longer are we able to prot

After Reflections In Time
I am no different than anyone else. We all have our pains to take, or children to feed, our food to find and to make the pain cease, but sometimes it's just not ready to obey and i must submit to a life of pain beyond what I've desired but if someone else were to be in one second less pain because of me I'd take it for them happily. The past is gone The time is nowThe future is not here Nothing is quite clear This is fine For this moment in time Because I can be patient and serene. Life flows the way it chooses And the ebbs and lows all have one resounding rhythm Deep within I have no fear Because what can you do to me What I already have happen In my arrears Time takes it's patience And patience takes it/s time It's all good This one last time

The After
The After... I know everything will be alright Though it is going to be hard You may not know But falling apart is just one thing To a healing heart Don’t hold on to something that can keep a flame Start a new flame With a fresh start You find a new meaning You can’t change who you are Who you are is just that You So don’t take it as your last hope You have more to look for in the future Other then a time here and know You discover who we are Through what we do Do whatever it takes I can’t change the things for you That’s your move I’m just here for the after… For an ear to listen to you And a kind heart to understand… No matter what you choose… I’m not the judge… I’m the friend to laugh with…. (C)Stace "AmaOni" J

And Her Heart
"where do you go young soul?" "i go where the river takes me" "do you wish to cross this river?" "charon, i do not have the payment" "then forever will you reside here" What have you done to the pure impassive second to best was her in show reaping the last of the bits from masses suckling upon his toe.. the burden of all in the whispers... never cloaking for the suffering all she was spent from the lush and the push yet she withered at the becon call! Yet here you stand sword in hand for the bitting to come succumbing to the bitter winter frost she ascend by amends to the distant shore forever with the ruthless beastial lust! "abandon all hope... ye who enter here..." Prize mine eyes for they see a window to the soul shackle down forced to drown in the whipping cold severed limbs to within her heart was broken by the man whom she thought she could LOVE!!!!

Demon Hunter- Not Ready To Die Lyrics
You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point While you were busy building knowledge I was already right I know a voice like yours is not a weapon at all And even mine is not a chisel for a thickened skull So you can chant your anthems to the deaf And we can sit here and cry until there's nothing left Or we can take our voices with our hands Make like knives and make demands We'll take our voices - with our hands Make like knives - we'll make demands I'm burning bridges for the last time I'm breaking habits for the first time I saw my future today, it said I'm going away But I still haven't sung the last line On my way down.. I'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade I'm not ready to die And everyday of my life I can feel it getting harder to breathe With every minute ticking by I'm getting ready to leave I know a life like mine is not a reason to fret But I've been busy making scars that you will never forget If only thi

Demon Hunter- Undying Lyrics
Ever since the day that I was made I’ve been deciding the end And I was made of wood and stone that won’t diminish or bend So when the heavy hand of death is here to take me away I’ll be the solid grip of time, forever holding my stay Nobody ever made a force that took a beating like me I call the earth and every scum to come and try to fight me Cus when I made the choice to live beyond the dirt that we tread I felt the curse of mortal limit fall before it was said Pre-chorus: When this season ends… Chorus: One final heart-break And blinding lights will guide our way Free us our blind state They will call us by our name Undying Tearing through these days I find the tolerance to strive and push on I know what lies beyond this life for me is already won No one can take away the blood that covers over my fall Without the blood of perfect life I know I’m nothing at all So now I reign forever hallowed in eternity’s hand No man can shake me from the everlasting gro

The Me You Dont Know
I cannot define Myself to you, its just something you will have to find out for yourself, but you will never know who I am unless you ask. Am i the person you see on tha street and past by without even a smile, am i that man you look down upon, well am I.You dont know me no you dont so dont judge me. I aint a man that gets his pleasure from you pains, I get me pleasure from seeing your sweet smile and for those who read this no it aint a song, I havent post any of my songs on here this is just what I am feelin and if you wanna know tha real ME will ask me sent me a comment of just send me some mail.

Yet Again
Some days I see the light Dancing at the end of the rope That dangles from this tree of misery It beckons me to follow Into the shining other side Clearly it’s a lie There is no other side I’ve been to look And found myself staring back The same face as always Always the same darkness Hidden under every relationship Every rock of coldness That turns my heart to ice And allows me to seek out Yet again Another dangling light

Life
Questions go unanswered silence carries on Cant help but wonder "where did I go wrong?" Life is moving quickly Tomarrow already gone selfish in my own ways I need to move on Easier said than done When it's you who is the one Broken in two Battered and bruised Alone agian With no choice in the end My body aches My mind numb Letting go sounds great I wish it could be done Feeling drained Out of touch With only hopes and no luck

Trying To Level My Hubby Up!!
I am trying to help my hubby level up so if you could go to his page and rate his pics/blogs/stash that a be a great help. His link is below. Thanx to all. http://www.fubar.com/user/924274

It's Not What You Have .
One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad." "Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. "Oh yeah," said the son. "So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they h

Pain
Pain A drop Enters the stinging pond Crystal clear Like my memories of you Within the shattered whispers of dreams Rain A painful shower Falls on my tear stained cheeks Soaking wet Salty Around the painful wounds Thunderstorms That don't disappear When the sun comes out Splashing Into the pools of eternity Dropping from The clouds of my heart The pavement is slick After my rain falls Dangerous to travel After the acidic dew Covers the roads Flowers bend towards the earth As my pain Fills their lovely petals Lightening from the clouds Pierces the sky Leaving only a fleeting impression Or worse It begins a fire of anger In the beautiful, quaking Forest of my soul That can only be put out By the falling Of more pain.

And Again
My Heart Aches by Arielle My heart aches when I talk to you My heart aches when I don’t hear from you My heart aches when I long for you I don’t know why You’ve taken over my thoughts I can’t explain You’re still a stranger Far away I want you close by I miss your embrace Holding you close My heart aches I miss you!

Still More Poems
The first time we met, I knew I had a friend. The thing I did not know is that I would want to love you until the very end. Your precious love has turned my life completely around, I feel like I'm walking, but my feet don't seem to touch the ground. Sometimes you seem to be my shinning light guiding me through the long, dark night. As I lie alone in bed thinking of you and I I wonder if you think of me too as one more night slowly drags by. I wish I were there with you, kissing your sweet lips under the pale moon light, and holding you, so very tight. You really are the man of my dreams and I can't wait to be with you, for the rest of my life. I know our time away seems like an eternity, but I'll wait forever to be in your life. I love you, I need you, I want you, and I will for all my life.

Dixie Please Read
Okay, I dated this girl from this site. She wanted to be friends. We dated for a while and I was totally stupid and told her that I needed some space. Now I am lost without her! What am I supposed to do now that she is gone? I mean, she wants to be friends but that's it. I brought it all on myself I know. There has got to be a way to win her back!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I Love Life
i have a love of my life but he is like far far far away from me.lol. pooor man doesnt know when i am trvelling to him or what but to keep him knowing i am here i ring him vissa verrrrrrrrrrrrrsa.lol. well catch u up afffffffffa

Sex
Your bed’s feeling a little too crowded. You kick out the dog. But it’s still crowded. What gives? It’s time to examine your gut. You’re getting older, your metabolism’s slowing, your handles are growing… maybe your thighs jiggle and your hips shimmy when you shake your booty. All in all, you don’t feel, well, sexy anymore. If you’ve forgotten what the phrase “frisky devil” means, keep the Viagra at the doc’s office and make some of these easy changes to your health regimen (or just start a health regimen) to rev up your sex life. 1. OJ’s Not Just for Glove Wearin’ Vitamin C’s a perfect fit for boosting your pleasure. Popping a couple thousand milligrams a day will improve your blood flow (making for stiffer, longer erections for men and riper Tweety Birds for ladies); and this potent little antioxidant will also work hard to take down any free radicals that try to damage the cells in your private parts - C’s your own, personal sex brigade. 2. Couples Stretch Stretching

How Creative Are You?
HERE'S THE DEAL... I'VE BEEN HAVING FUN WITH A FUBAR FOOD FIGHT. :D THANKS TO A COUPLE OF FRIENDS!! WITH AN AWESOME SENSE OF HUMOR! I WANT YOU TO EITHER (1) CONTINUE THE FOOD FIGHT OR (2) GO SHOW THESE TWO LOTS OF LOVE!!! TELL THEM I SENT YOU. ;) AND DO ME A FAVOR... GIVE IT A TRY, I WANT TO SEE HOW CREATIVE PEOPLE CAN GET WITH THE LIMITED AMOUNT OF GIFTS WE HAVE... EX: I'VE HAD MY DRINKS SPIKED, APPLE PIES, HOT WINGS AND SUNDAE'S THROWN! GET CREATIVE AND JOIN IN ON THE FOOD FIGHT!! DON'T BE STINGY WITH THEM FUBUCKS... USE THEM TO THROWN VIRTUAL FOOD AND DRINKS!! HAHAHA ENJOY. ;) †hΓøä†ƒäωk™ Co-Owner of L.O.L Levelers@ fubar **PR Mamii**SBG BOMBER**FU-G FAM**@ fubar THANKS FOR JOINING IN ON THE FUN!! THESE TWO ARE THE BEST!! HAHA THROATFAWK EARNED A TROPHY... :D IF YOU DON'T WANT TO JOIN IN...THAT'S COOL, BUT GO SHOW THEM SOME LOVE!! AND CONGRATULATE THROATFAWK FOR KICKING MY BUTT... :P LOL!! FOOD FIGHT BROUGHT TO YOU BY: ♥MJ™♥ Ï.β.Ï.Ç.

Feeling The Love
the feeling of love in ur soul many people think they know what love is... many people have found true love... then there are people who love for the wrong reasons.... love is a feeling not an act.. love is an uncontrolable emotion that is soul drivin to the core of ur inner being....love is a persation of lust , desire , need, and comitment....when ur in true love ur soul , mind, body, and desire linger for the other, wanting to touch, hold , communicate, and caress every part of each others individual lifes... uniting ur lifes as one unit,, sharing and exploring together in unity..i guess the question is though, can love ONLY be found from the OUTSIDE/IN?.. ppl meet a person starting with a physical attraction between two beings.. then they get to know each other and build the trust and desire....does it have to be this way... loving outside/ in?.. or is it possible to love INSIDE/ OUT.. knowing someone before u ever lay eyes on them... wanting to touch and hold.. having the des

How Does It Feel?
how do u discribe ur inner soul when u reach climax? A..is it a rush of tingeling sensations through out your body? B..is it a massive displacement of your self control? C..is it a feeling that burst in to a fire zone that cant be put out? D..is it a total melting sensation through out ur intire body, that makes you get goose bumbs...? E..Is it an uncontrolable desire to share that climax at the same time? F..is it a wet and gushing displacement of body fluids and really not knowing where it came from ...lol G..is it a feeling of lust and desire so within ur own that u explode in to a frinzzy? H..is it a twitching and squrming feeling that u have to get away from.. one that u cant keep going.... ummm what one suits u best? .........for me i would have to say B and D...

Poem I Wrote
The taste of your kiss Our eyes connect with melting powers Pulling us together no matter the hour… The touch of your hand upon my face Feeling the power of your embrace… Such passion and desire fill the air All drawn in, over that one stare… Moving slowly as our lips connect Everything's feeling so correct… They are soft to the touch Which I love so much… It taste like cherries And all kinds of sweet berries… The taste of your kiss is so sweet It really is a delightful treat… After the taste of your sweet kiss All I can do is reminisce… written by me.. butterfly kitty. aka kacy

I Love You Sweetie
They is a special place for you, deep with in me. It's a special place, where only you can go. You make my days so much more, give me something to look forward to waking up to. You have brought me such joy and happiness, not a moment goes by where I don't think of you. I long for the day we can be together forever, and never have to be apart. You are a priceless treasure to me, to hold in my heart. You mean so very much to me, just thought you should know, how very special you really are. Get this widget | Track details | eSnips Social DNA

Me!!!
i am 31 yrs old and i am a single mom. my kids are my life. every breath i take is for my kids. i was married for ten yrs to there dad. we have been seperated for well over a 2yrs now. i am not looking for a daddy for my kids, they have one. i am a waitress and work my ass off to support my kids. i am a very loving person, with a big heart. sometimes i get walked on because i give to many people, to many chances. i love to spend time with my kids, fish, go bowling, listen to music and chill out on the computer..lol i smoke cigarettes, yes i know.. it's nasty... lol i drink sometimes and i do not do drugs. i am a take control kinda girl. i am not a bitchy bossy boss, but i have to have control of my life at all times. i lead the pack...lol i am not here to have a one night stand or hook up for a night. i am here to meet cool people and see what is out there.

I'll Never Forget Any Of You
What would you do if for every moment you were truly happy there would be 10 moments of sadness? What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life. I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you. Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk, or how close you are, and send it to the person who sent it to you. Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will. Remember, everyone needs a friend, someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all, just remember this e-mail and take comfort in knowing somebody out there cares about you and always will. In times of trouble, In times of need, If you are feeling SAD, You can count on me. I will giv

I C U !
I see you watching me, Focused, determined, meticulously. Taking in every word, every small movement. Eyes so big, so beautiful, watching me. I see you practice and practice, Determined to mimic every sound, every syllable, every word, every jesture I make. I see you looking up to me with adoring eyes, So full of love, tenderness, such pure untouched innocence. I look into your eyes and see you wanting to be so much like me. It fills me with awe and wonderment That such a beautiful little person would so desire to portray someone like me. It sends fear into my heart, that one day, I will fail to be the right kind of person you need. I fear that I may make bad judgements and decisions, which may lead you astray from you true life path. I fear I will disappoint you and in turn you will lose that look of love in your eyes when.... I see you watching me. Paulette ~10-28-07~

What Will Never Be There...
I just wanna touch what will never be there. What I can't feel in my arms. What I can't feel in my heart. What I can't feel that should be with me. Over and over I tell myself... Just one fucking day... But I know that all hope is gone.

My Lil Girl
The string is broken you left my home I hope your not down and all alone Your brains your beauty, you will be fine I guess I never really could call you mine The pain in my heart is like jagged glass The happy days, have come to pass I guess I wasnt all what was expected of me Cause in your eyes its dissappointment I see No matter what you think today, My love for you is here to stay the day has come that Ive dreaded for years I tell you I love you through heartbroken tears Oh lil blue eyed angel, spread your wings and fly Just remember that you can reach the sky

Just Blaw
i feal like crap always tired always sleeping need to get some friendsreal live friends need to get something to live for wish i could shake this fealing im just a weirdo and not nowing what i want in life not ready to give up yet but cant shake the fealing wishing for alittle help in the matter life is worth living and not wanting to die probley live on how knows what will happen in the future we all need friends far and wide heer is were i need someone new or old to talk towish i had more to say but im strait and to the point never talk bought anything else cant find the words to keep a mconversation going dont got money dont got much of anything stupid stupid stupid me wish i was not a loozer wish i could be kool wish i waz handsom wish i waz 18 again but im not and i got nothing wishing for some good readers to read this blogg and rate it and respond to it and help me feal better i want to live i want to susceed i want to suvervive i want to live on to keep living till im 3

Fuckin Rascim = Stupidity!!!!!
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A HAPPY OCCATION FOR US ,WE ARE CELEBRATING THE FACT THAT WERE HAVING A BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY,BUT SO FAR IN THE LAST 24 HOURS WE HAVE NOT HAD THE CHANCE TO BC OF STUPID ,IGGNORANT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A BLOW JOB, WHITE TRASH FUCK HEAD. GOING TO WALGREENS BEFORE I DROPPED TY OFF FOR WORK TURNED INTO A RASCIM FUCKIN CIRCUS.WE WENT IN TO GET CIGS AND A RED BULL AND CAME OUT TO A WHITE TRASH ,OBESE , IGNORANT WAITING FOR A HEART ATTACT FROM FAST FOOD, IOWAN WHO PRECEDED TO CALL TY A FREAK AND TELL HIM HE SHOULD GO BACK TO HIS COUNRTY.NOW WAIT ..OK SO FIRST OF ALL,GO BACK? TO WHERE? A FREAK? WHY?OH BC OF HIS PEIRCINGS...LOL..OK...LETS START FROM THE BEGING,FIRST.....TY IS FROM IOWA,BORN AND RAISED,SECOND HE'S NATIVE AMERICAN,GERMAN , AND MABEY MEXICAN AND EVEN IF HE'S ANY OTHER RACE WHO FUCKIN CARES? WHY DO YOU CARE?,THIRD THE PEIRCINGS,WELL IF YOU GO BACK INTO YOUR HISTORY BOOKS AND ACUALY READ THEM,YOU MIGHT FIND OUT THAT ,THE NATIVE MEN OF MY TRIBE WERE ORIGINALS OF F

Never True
Title: Never True By: Me I am cold I feel traded Bought and sold I feel degraded With nothing and no one to hold I feel jaded Waiting for the story to unfold Emotions have been stated I feel lost Not knowing which way to go This memory I have crossed It's these emotions I can't show Because if I do It will be something, you misconstrue So I will not say a word I'll act like nothing occurred But then shit gets stirred It's ok, it's preferred It's something that's really absurd There's nothing you can do There's nothing that I want to It's something that I never knew, No matter if there's many or few, That nothing, and no one is ever true

Another One
By Brittney K. Cook Remember when we were so in LOVE? I do, because you were the one I could trust. Remember when you would hold me tight? I do, I didn't want you to let go I wanted it to last all night. Remember when we use to argue about the stupidest things? I do, because when you got mad it was the cutest thing! Remember when our love was so strong? I do, because i thought nothing could go wrong. Remember when you said you loved me? I do, I had a great feeling come to me. Remember when you said you wouldn't lie? I do, because when i found out all i did was cry. Remember when you broke my heart? I do, because you tore my world apart Remember when you said if we break-up we can still be friends? I tried but you thought i wanted you back so we had to end. I took you for granted, I thought I had you, But I didn't instead I ended up loosing you. You treated me wrong after we broke-up, How could you?, all i ever wanted to do was make up. This is

A Poem I Found
By Meghan E. Leith I wonder if he remembers me Or if I'm just a memory I wonder if he thinks of us Or if he finds it useless I wonder how things would be If he had never left me I wonder how he is And if I'm still a love of his I think about him everyday And wonder if he's okay I think about how happy we were And the memories make the tears stir I think about the plans we made While we were laying in the shade I think about all we said And the lives we lead To not know Where to go To not know where to find A place where he may hide To not be able to see his face Puts my heart so out of place To not know when he's near Is my greatest fear There's so much in my head That I wish I'd said There's so many missed kisses For my unanswered wishes There's only so many ways For me to make it through the days There's so little light In my heart tonight What would I say If given a day What woul

My Apologies!
I have never lost a friend due to misunderstanding. Usually things are talked out. You know -'What did you mean?' What was that about?' 'Whyn did you say that?' All the norm!. However I lost a friend due to misunderstanding. The friend "Destiny". Very cool person, very cool! Please be careful of how you phrase stuff when you make comments to people you dont know, be sure its solid comment, not a comedic comment that will be taken seriously. No one really has any thing in common. Please, before you judge someone for what they said understand them first. As the old saying goes """Never Judge A Book By Its Cover!!"""

Let Me Go
let me die. im dieing already just let me die i miss you your my heart i cant do it alone i hate it here without u i cry every night and no one is there to hold me my heart is acheing im lossing everything i care most about my car, my love of my life, my sibolings, my family and no one is here to help im running away and no one will be able to find me good bye to all those who tried i will miss you dearly

By Your Side I'll Be
You are the one I love,Sent to me from heaven above. You touch my life in unspeakable ways,By your side I'll be, For all the rest of my days. ~Michael~ Click the above image to rate / rip / comment!

Peach Loves You!!!
Free Marquee Comments and Layouts THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL MY PEEPS ON HERE WHO SHOW ME MADD LOVE AND JUST REAL COOL TO ME. SO IM THROWIN IT UP FOR ALL YALL AND SHOWING THAT GEORGIA LOVE!!!! I LOVE MY FRIENDS LETS GET STARTED!!!!!!!!! NO PARTICULAR ORDER!!! $DJ BABY BOY$ ~DJ FOR THE GIT-R-DONE REBEL FAMILY & BOMBSQUAD~{ DIRTY SOUTH CREW}@ fubar Crazy Mojo Hands@ fubar Bluedemon*Ellie's Fu-Hubby*DemonHouseOwner*@ fubar *§qµ¡®t*

Help
OK EVERYONE SHE NEEDS YOUR HELP...SHE IS ALWAYS THERE FOR EVERYONE IN THERE CONTESTS BUT NOW NONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WILL STEP UP TO THE PLATE AND HELP HER. SHE IS THE MOST THOUGHT SWEETEST PERSON ON HERE AND IS ALWAYS MAKING TAGS FOR EVERYONE WHEN THEY ASK, BUT WHERE ARE THESE PPL NOW?? SO PLZ U GUYS HELP HER OUT YOUR KINDNESS WILL BE GIVEN BACK!!! LINK TO HER CONTEST http://fubar.com/viewimage.php?u=1027945&albumid=620008&i=403294881 LINK TO HER PAGE AdDicKtIve SinS~OI!~I LikeEmWhite! GF 2 ICE@ fubar

What Is Power, Control Or Destiny?
How do these three words reflect upon each other or work together? Believe it or not these three words mean the very same thing and must be together in order to function and if a person takes each word in its most simplistic form and study it individually and apply each one in order then anything is possible and I do mean anything. POWER: Ability to act, regarded as latent or inherent; the faculty of doing or performing something; capacity for action or performance; capability of producing an effect, whether physical or moral: potency; might; as, a man of great power; the power of capillary attraction; money gives power. CONTROL: Power or authority to check or restrain; restraining or regulating influence; superintendence; government; as, children should be under parental control. DESTINY: That to which any person or thing is destined; predetermined state; condition foreordained by the Divine or by human will; fate; lot; doom. The fixed order of things; invincible necess

More Venting..
so i just found out that the first guy i was ever in love with still talks to the girl that made us break up...all the time. this happened about 2 years ago and when i found out it just like i got kicked in the heart. i mean i dont want him back or anything but omg. this girl was my BEST friend at the time and they talked one time and thats all she wrote. i had surgery for my heart and instead of at least talkin to me on the phone before or after he was talkin to her. its crazy cause when i was that they still talk it was like all that hurt and pain came flooding back and i got sick to my stomach and damn near cryed. i just dont see how she can still talk to him knowing that shes the reason we broke up and i cant believe hes doing it either. whatever..thats my kinda luck with guys i guess

You Know You Wanna!!!!!
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Something That Made Me Feel Good
Ok so lately I been kinda down.Yeasterday my guy came home and was talking to me and what he said just made me smile and feel so good.He said I was the best female he has been with and that I make him want to be a better man.That made me feel so good to hear I love him so much.

Nothing Can Be Said....
Giving up.... I've reached out to you, and I touched your soul.The inner sanctom that was your own; became mine. You chose to share that special place with me, as I did with you. Was it real ? Or once again ;did I chase a dream, only to be alone when I woke once more. The days are endless when one travels alone in this world. Dreading the night , for once more I must sleep. The pain returns as I see you again. Because I know that in this dream, though you are here now;when I wake you will be gone. In my sleep I wither. Becoming a husk of the person I should be. Because all that I've given is gone. My cup lays empty on the table. The tears stain my pillow where my head lies as I sleep, as I woke, in the last moments of my dream. You turned your back and walked once more from my life. My heart torn from it's resting place. The pain of loss. The sorrow, of having known that it would indeed end. Vestiges of hope, now lay in a heap a

I Put Something On My Profile For You All To Vote On
Ok my friends and family, I put something on my profile that is a poll and I did it a few days ago and what I would like for you to do is go vote on it, it's towards the bottom of my profile, so if you want to go vote on it, it's there and nobody has voted on it, so go vote on it if you want to, please and thank you all Todd

Pic Rates
Ok people, listen up, this is frustrating and a pet peve of meve of mine, not to be mean or anything, I am tired of people just rating a couple of pics of mine or just one, if you do not wanna rate them, don't rate them at all, come on, I help people rate there pics, I don't get the favor back, it pisses me off, so if you don't rate my pics at all, then delete me, enough said. I am sick and tired of people only rating my pics only 2-4 of them, its really irritating, if you are gonna rate some, then don't rate me at all. If you do not like what I say block me then, its really pissing me off so knock it off please.

Next Time
Next time you feel you have the perfect love, the perfect life ,the perfect job sitt back and remember why ,PAIN , HURT ,LOST LOVE, LIES ,DEATH, LOST JOBS,LOST FRIENDS, becuase without those things we would not know how to LOVE ,LIVE ,LAUGH,OR BE HAPPY so if youve been hurt and your not trusting your own feelings and your a little scared remember you cant be truly happy without a little hurt

Holiday Sale
Howdy yall Its getting to be that time of year again when we all rush into the bustling traffic to local stores and malls looking for that perfect gift for our loved ones and in the process we get frustrated and stressed out in the search for the perfect gift or maybe you are going to do your searching online browsing through hundreds sometimes thousands of sites without finding the perfect gift. Forego all of the stress traffic and frustrations of shopping outside of the home because what im offering is a solution that works. We have a gift idea for everyone no matter who it is that will make them smile in style.We offer a wide variety of products from men's grooming needs to woman's perfume and if you cant decide what to get that special someone your thinking about we also offer gift cards and certificates. If you order through us we will gift wrap and include cards for you to personalize for all purchases including shipping and handling for FREE. Yes I said that right free gift

Not Safe For Network
not safe for network what ** scary and horror not safe for network wow what are they coming alive well if you are some that likes putting not safe for networks on horror scary ark etc then ** off and don't come rating my horror and scary album i find them neat and wicked and i like them

Life
Love Hurts As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. RM

Who Cares?
how can i live? when no-one cares my feelings are real but never returned i try to be what u want it just never seems enough your silence kills me but i know that is how u r our relationship is being tested I'm willing to wait r you? give me some sign of what u want how can i live? when no-one seems to care

The Best Family You Could Ever Hope For
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Picture
alright who ever post not safe for network on my album screw who ever what the *** come on a dead guy holding a pitchfork that's not safe for network well then what is safe for network ?? will someone tell or explain to me nope i serious i don't get it

Calm And Numb
well....all is calm. he didnt ask me again. just once again acted like nothing was wrong. wondered again what is going with me... so...i just deal for now....and wait i told the other to take me of his friends...i think he has....im so hurt....i think i may havet hurt him by being so bitchy....but hey he hurt me....is fair right? i just need to forget....but i cant... im trying to forget everything...have fun and numb it all....i hope this will be the last i need to put these thoughts down...and the rest will be fun...whatever kind of blogs.....

Aaadd
AAADD They have finally found a diagnosis for my condition. Hooray!! I have recently been diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D.! Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. This is how it goes: I decide to wash the car. I start toward the garage and I notice the mail on the table. Ok, I'm going to wash the car, but first I'm going to go through the mail. I lay the car keys down on the desk, discard the junk mail and I notice the trash can is full. Ok, I'll just put the bills on my desk and take the trash can out. But since I'm going to be near the mailbox anyway, I'll pay these few bills first. Now, where is my checkbook? Oops, there's only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk. Oh, there's the coke I was drinking. I'm going to look for those checks. But first I need to put my coke further away from the computer. Oh, maybe I'll pop it into the fridge to keep it cold for a while. I head towards the kitchen and my flowers catch my eye; they need some water. I s

Willing To Bet
I have seen some very lovely, beautiful people on FUBAR here lately and they all have scores of digital photos showing themselves in playful, wicked, humors situations but I have to say that out of One Hundred of each of these only about TEN can afford the time and digital space to show others who they are by posting a salute. Why do these others who do not wish to put up a “salute” wish to make contact with those of us who do have a “salute” and try to make us feel inferior or profess lust to us? Granted, I know many on here that I have meet in person around the Mississippi area where I live and then I have meet many from so many different States who do not have a “salute” but these people do not make sexual come on’s to me or send me half naked photos begging for me to go and rate their profile and photo’s. Hmmmmmmmm I wonder why the ones I know of and friends who know others in the same manor or fashion do not behave in the way many of the others do. So, think about that Hot Stu

Crystal Window
I look at this crystal window before me It shines like a twisted mirror, broken and shattered A reflection of my life I presume Because looking back, none of it mattered I gave it my all, but that wasn't enough I fought the good fight, but all of that stuff Was nothing at all when faced with you How could I predict what you'd put me through? I never could've predicted a way to the pain That was faster than you, lost out in the rain That was bleeding its heart out all over my ceiling From under my floor, I'll remember this feeling

Cranberry Salad
------- ------------ -------------------------------- 1/2 box cranberries 1 apple 1 cup sugar 1 orange -- seeded 1/2 cup chopped celery 1/2 cup chopped nuts 1 package cherry jello 1 1/3 cups boiling water Put the first 4 ingredients through food chopper. Mix celery and nuts into first mixture. Mix jello and water add to mixture and pour into bowl. Cover and let chill in refrigerator.

Quietly
Crystalline drops run down my face I know that I just can't erase Everything that's burning me Alive in me; inside of me This hellish hold that I can't break I don't know how much I can take So every little part of me Ignites the flame inside of me And all the strength I've left to stand Is made to fall inside my hand While every last apology Is unreleased inside of me And all I am, and all in me Has broken down for all to see The wind it whispers silently Your gentle name, so quietly

Argue
In the loneliness of my shadows, i wait. There's a force compelling me to leave and say that i dont love you any longer, but its so much more than that. I can't leave, but I dont want to stay,i'm tripping over my words, and im falling on my face. There isnt anything I could say to you that could be said with any grace. Im alone in this endeavor and I am dying. Its cold outside, but even colder inside. Here i am warring against myself for the chance to be just me, but this is a war i cannot win. Having two sides of me, each wanting something else. I look at you for a chance of word, but most of this argument, you have not heard. You sit in silence not realizing that it is me you have hurt. You always were the shallow type, and it seems all we ever do is fight. Perhaps i have seen the last of you, and there is nothing i can do. You yelled at me from across the yard, and the words you said, they hit me hard. Everything we ever were went flying by in a short blur, and though i und

Corn-bread Dressing
INGREDIENTS * CORN BREAD: * 3 cups cornmeal * 1 cup self-rising flour * 4 1/2 teaspoons baking powder * 1 1/2 teaspoons salt * 1 1/4 cups chopped celery * 1/3 cup chopped onion * 1/2 teaspoon celery seed * 2 cups milk * 1/4 cup vegetable oil * 1 egg * DRESSING: * 1/2 cup chopped fresh parsley * 1 tablespoon poultry seasoning * 3/4 teaspoon pepper * 3/4 cup egg substitute * 1 cup butter or margarine, melted, divided * 1 (10 pound) turkey number of stars READ REVIEWS (1) * Review/Rate This Recipe * Save To Recipe Box * Add to Shopping List * Add a Personal Note * Post a Recipe Photo * Post a Favorite Food List * Create a Menu DIRECTIONS 1. In a large bowl, combine the first seven ingredients. Combine milk, oil and egg; pour over cornmeal mixture and mix well. Pour into a greased 13-in. x 9-in. x 2-in. baking pan. Bake at 350 degrees F for 50 minu

Womens Personal Ads!
DICTIONARY FOR DECODING WOMEN'S PERSONAL ADS: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 40-ish..................................49. Adventurous..........................Slept with everyone. Athletic................................No breasts. Average looking.....................Moooo. Beautiful..............................Pathological liar. Emotionally Secure..................On medication. Feminist...............................Fat. Free Spirit.................................Junkie. Friendship first.......................Former Slut. New-Age.........................Body hair in the wrong places. Old-fashioned........................No BJ's Open-minded.........................Desperate. Outgoing..............................Loud and embarrassing. Professional................. ..........Bitch. Voluptuous...........................Very fat. Large frame...........................Hugely fat. Wants soul mate........

Famous Pumpkin Pie
Ingredients: * 3/4 cup granulated sugar * 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon * 1/2 teaspoon salt * 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger * 1/4 teaspoon ground cloves * 2 large eggs * 1 can (15 oz.) LIBBY'S® 100% Pure Pumpkin * 1 can (12 fl. oz.) NESTLÉ® CARNATION® Evaporated Milk * 1 unbaked 9-inch (4-cup volume) deep-dish pie shell * Whipped cream (optional)Directions: MIX sugar, cinnamon, salt, ginger and cloves in small bowl. Beat eggs in large bowl. Stir in pumpkin and sugar-spice mixture. Gradually stir in evaporated milk. POUR into pie shell. BAKE in preheated 425° F oven for 15 minutes. Reduce temperature to 350° F; bake for 40 to 50 minutes or until knife inserted near center comes out clean. Cool on wire rack for 2 hours. Serve immediately or refrigerate. Top with whipped cream before serving. NOTES: 1 3/4 teaspoons pumpkin spice may be substituted for the cinnamon, ginger and cloves; however, the taste will be slightly different. Do

Well Today, Like Some Other Days I Felt Like Crying
And I cried, and cried, and cried and asked people why they even bothered with me? What makes you love me?" I'd ask, to, "I just do". I love only you. Now that often seems like a dream come true but when you haven't touched their skin, saw them face to face, eyes to eyes, then what am I supposed to say? "Why do you love me?" because I stress there is no action packed miracle to give me the answer as to why? when? where? How or how long? Two preciouus men talked me through a rough time and one of them left suddenly I don't know why But that's the way he is but I had already stopped crying And the scream continues another time

Deep Fried Turkey
Ingredients * 3 gallons peanut oil for frying * 1 12 lb turkey (go ahead and remove the neck and giblets) * 1 white onion * 1/4 cup seasoning (you can use creole or any seasoning you wish) Directions 1. In a LARGE pot (or turkey fryer if you happend to have one) heat up the oil to 400F (or 200C) and be sure to leave room for the turkey to submerge. You don't want oil spilling over the sides! 2. Rinse off your turkey and pat dry with paper towels. Then rub your seasoning all over the turkey (inside and out). Be sure that nothing is covering the hole of the bird because we need oil to freely flow inside to cook thoroughly. 3. Put the onion and the turkey in a drain basket (put turkey in basket NECK end first) and lower into hot oil. Make sure the bird is COMPLETELY covered. Keep the temperature of the oil at 350F (175C) and cook for approximately 3.5mins/lb. For a 12lb bird this will be about 45 minutes. 4. Remove the basket from the oil and s

Alright Come One And Come All 8000 More To Go
OK EVERYONE ITS TIME TO PUT THE METAL TO THE PETAL AND LET IT RIP. I ONLY NEED 8000 MORE COMMENTS TO GET MY V.I.P. SO COME ON EVERYONE AND HELP ME OUT. I WANT TO THANK EVERYONE WHO HAS HELPED ME SO FAR. ITS BEEN GOING GREAT AND I COULDN'T ASK FOR BETTER FAMILY AND FRIENDS. SO COME ON OVER AND LETS FINISH THIS THING OFF. JUST CLICK THE PIC BELOW AND LETS GET-R-DONE!!!!!!!!!!! Fire My Words Text Image Generator

Poem
When I felt your hands around my neck, I asked if this was all my fault, in my head I knew you would choke me until im blue...I dont know how this happened, I dont know what I did, but I suppose I should stand here until I fall...I know not what lie ahead of me, I should only hope that somehow death takes my soul before you have ran ahead and broken it first. Maybe I could run, far away from here? But with one wrong turn, I might never make it home, you would come back for me every time I fall...closer until I could feel your breath upon my skin, and once again know those cold forsaken hands around my neck....

Another Day In My Life Of Travel
If this sounds like I am rambling it's cause I probably am. Had a long ass day and it's going to roll over into the weekend. My office is in Las Vegas. I spend my Monday thru Fridays there every week and fly home to be with my son on the weekends. Most of the time I try and keep it to a three day week and then back home. Well, this week I went out later in the week versus a Monday. (See, rambling. I know.)Today, was hell. My flight was supposed to leave Las Vegas at 8:00am and put me home around Noon. Didn't happen that way at all. Plane leaves gate 20min late, no problem, they can make that shit up in the air. We taxi to the runway and the pilot floors it, plane takes off. We probably got 20 feet off the ground and the effen smoke alarm goes off. Problem in the lavitory or something. Flight attendants going ballistic, they search the lav, nothing. False alarm. We go for another hour and the captain gets on the overhead system. We are turning back to Vegas. This flight should only l

Flames Of Passion
Flames Of Passion by P-Jizzle Kamai My Heart is on fire. In my madness, I roam the desert The flames of my passion devour the wind and the sky. My cries of longing, My wails of sorrow are tormenting my soul. You wait patiently, Looking into my intoxicated eyes You accept my passion with the serenity of Love, You are the Master of existence. One day, I shall be your Lover.

Disapointed Realist
So what is a realist? Someone who believes in the literal truth, no abstract. Why A disapointed realist?...Because life anymore seems to be plagued with the abstract, and the facades of those who cannot handle their own truths. sometimes this even includes myself, hence my disapointment. I tend to be upfront , honest and never allowing the blinders to be placed on me by others. Here lately though i seem to be fighting a neverending barrage of people trying to fold me into this pretty package that is acceptable to them, and no where near the truth of who i am. I sometimes feel myself almost making some kind of ok reasoning for finding some things acceptable, that on a normal moment in myself would never be! So i find myself now re examining who i am and how i have become to be the person i am today, not so different from the little girl i once was...i still have the same dreams, and i still cry for the same reasons, i still throw the same tempertantrums over the lack of truth and

Unnamed
confined eternal sadness: That night I never came home wandering souls captured my thoughts emptiness filled my mind urgency spoke his lies in the confines of these grey walls I watched them move together taking me places I cannot remember we have been pored out into a loveless bride how quickly I forget that this is meaningless in a world passing through my fingers I still chase the wind what I learned from yesterday......

At The End Of The Day
At the end of the day Here I am Arms open, and still waiting waiting for you... Waiting for you to see the world is not all evil Waiting for you to see love does exist At the end of the day when the sun goes down Im still here, waiting when all others have turned away When the temporary fire she made has gone out When you've been burned by the flames of her lies When you know you no longer want to play and its time to take your ball and go home Its me you will find Home.... Waiting... With open arms, to heal your heart and lick your wounds When all else fails, its my shoulders you will fall upon and my arms you will run to Its my heart that will take you back 1000 times Its my heart you will break 1000 more but at the end of the day... Its still me.... Waiting..... With open arms, to heal your heart, lick your wounds, and love you like no other For, I am not a girl you'll love for the moment I am not the girl you'll love for a season I am the wom

Inside.....
inside i am dying. but atleast i am trying. tears inside that will never fade. but i do not see why you could not stay. things inside i try to hide, but i could not forget no matter how hard i tryed. remember how we use to watch the stars? but now i carry all these scars. scars never seen but all are known. now i stand here all alone. with pain so deep inside, there is no place for me to hide. ripping, tearing and screaming inside, you will never know the nightmares behind these eyes. and now i swallow all of my pride, just to see you happy one more time.

God's Garden
God's Garden by RedyFrLuv With love and grace, God filled a vase With flowers of every hue, Around it, He set Some baby’s breath, Cut from His garden too. Once content, to earth He sent His bouquet for all to view. So that we might recall, The beauty of it all, He named it after you

Forever You Promised....
Forever, you promised Forever, a lie You promised the moon And the stars in the sky. You'd stolen my heart Then left me alone You were so cold It chilled to the bone. You left me with nothing But tears and a past When you said "I love you" I thought it would last But "I love you" found an ending The 'us' and 'we' no more You said you didn't mean to But you hurt me to the core So I guess that I'm the loser But I'm still here, still all alone Just crying over you...

Lost In This Pain...
Crumbling to pieces, I do not make a sound, Listening to my heartbeat, As I fall to the ground. Holding my chest tight, Unforgiving is the pain, Keeping it inside, There is nothing else to gain. Whimpering, I move, But the pain is way too deep, Tears held in my eyes, But I do not dare to weep. Screaming in my mind, But keeping my mouth shut, Scared of what will happen, As I make another cut. Blood drips on the paper, As I write my last goodbye, Holding the pencil tightly, As I slowly start to cry. The papers soaked with tears, The blood has stained the floor, My note is on the table, I close my eyes once more. Standing up, I walk, Towards the corner of my room, And ball up on the floor, As if it was my tomb. The room is spinning round me, And I want to make it stop, The razor blade still in my hand, I take another chop. The pain seers up my arm, And you would think it hurts, But I don't feel a thing, It just stops all the alert

Vote Jewbear!
Ok...this blog is to all my fans, family, members...and peeps. I was about to say crushes...but I dont have any yet :( I want you all to do be a favor and click on the link below and leave a whole bunch of comments to vote for Jewbear for Pimped. She is awesome and deserves it. If a whoooole bunch of you go and do it for her and she wins....I will post some NSFW pics again. If she doesn't win...well...you are shit out of luck so...theres some incentive for ya!!! Click here: http://fubar.com/viewimage.php?u=140500&i=390282742 and leave her a tooooon of comments!!! I want this gal to win!!! Have a nice night everyone!

Me....
1st: I suffer from chronic migraines, among other physical things, but the migraines are the worst of them all 2nd: I'm on med's but they don't always work ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the easiest way to let everyone know at once. I have a migraine tonight that I'm not sure if it will or is going to go away. The med's have not kicked in yet and at this point i'm not sure if they will. I'm off here for now, to a dark room with no sound no light...(computer on mute LOL) Leave me some luv or not, up to you, but I'm off!! ((hugs)) J

People
People are liers and I can't stand it. Why can't they just tell the truth. I have this so called frined that lies to me all the time and I allow it only cuz I don't know what to do about it. This frined....we'll just call u BOB for now, tells me things nearly every day yet does what he saids he doesn't want to do. What do i make of it?? I feel he is just using me and calling it a friendship so he can reap the benifts I give him yet he is getting it else where as well. I have tried to talk to him about it but he doesn't listen. Then there are the rules and he is breaking them. I am so fed up with this shit! MOE

You Ever Feel...
... that no matter what you do that things will never change? That no matter how hard you try that you just keep getting knocked back down. What's the reasoning behind it? I mean can't a person get kicked so many times an not be able to take it anymore? Shouldn't life have it's limitations on what gets handed out to you? Makes ya wonder what the freakin joke is all about. Is it real? Am I real? Well climbing back up in my Dj booth that Chita made for me up in the rafters.

The 4 Seasons
The four seasons Don’t let your life fade away Like the snow in spring. Don’t let your self die Like the leaves in fall. Take the time to prepare your self Like the tree in winter. Let your self be reborn Like the leaves in spring. Now that you have started anew, Like life in summer, may you grow strong And may you never let the seasons of life Bring you down. Mike L.

Mom Coming Home
Went to visit my mom and she is being released tommorrow in the morning. They did not take the other mass out yet and they are going to have her tested and see what it is. They think it has to do with her thyroid but they are not sure. It may have to do with the original mass itself. The doctor is not happy. The mass in her head may also be a tumor but they do not know for sure. More updates as I know more.

For My Baby And You Know Who You Are
anytime anywhere any place you could be anyone today maybe I recognize you on a crouded street maybe you take me by suprise will you be the one I had in mind there come a day when you walkedout of my dreams face to face like I'm imagining baby how can I be sure that your the one I'm waiting for will you be unmistakable people say I'm watching life through a glass desprately waiting on a chance I know you love holding on holding out for me but how we gonna know the time is right what if your here and I'm just blind there come a day when you walked out of my dreams face to face like I'm imagining baby how can I be sure that your the one I'm waiting for will you be unmistakable how can I know a song I never heard how would I know your voice when you haven't said a word how do I know how this will end before we begin there come a day when you walked out of my dreams face to face like I'm imagining baby how can I be sure that your the one I'm waiting for will you be un

Its Me.....
ok so here i am, i just turned 29, im the mother of 2 ages 10 and 7 though the 10 year old will be 11 in a few weeks.... ive got custody of my 13 year old sister and i babysit a 20 month old. so my days are busy. i try to pop in and out when i can. im happily married to a great guy from germany.... though i will admit sometimes things are missing.. i have a great girlfriend also, she always there when i need to talk. im pretty much an open book so if you have a question just ask. we just bought our first house. and its been fun working on it. aside from everything else there is a special someone who will always be in my heart. and no i wont give any hints...lol..lol..lol

Last Post For This!!
ok im gonna repost it. Contest ends in 15 minutes! Ok heres where you return the favors I have done for you. Rate and comment me!!! No bombing its really easy to hook me up. Go to Cannibal's page make sure you add her as friend, if not already, the pics are NSFW so in order to view you must friend. Here's the pic link One Comment One Rate Vote for 0305!! Voting is easy! A comment left is counted as a vote. Also rate them up! (1) Comment per picture, per user, bombing not allowed!

Party And Play At Work
When ever I see a guest as we call it here at the place I work at, I would always say whats up or how you doing but if they feel like talkin hey I dont have no problem with that I always take that time to talk about fun shit with a guest you know....When ever I walk in the room service kitchen I would always make my Mananager and my co workers laugh because of the jokes and the shit that comes out of my mouth...No drama comes out of my mouth....When ever some employees I talk to that want to talk drama I tell them look lets talk about something fun for a change like uhhhh lets see oh ya for example I was talkin to a buddy of mine that works here too last night and I talked to him about my party he was laughing his ass off....Hes a pretty cool guy but he more than half a drama case....Im not going to stop hanging out with him I would just tell him leave the drama at home and dont bring me down like that....If that keeps up then uhhhh I wont talk to him again....Drama drags the fun out o

A Quiet Forest Night...
I lie perfectly still, among the grass and the flowers, the sweet fragrances wafting in the air, absorbing into my mind, the intoxicating scents making my heart beat faster. I moan in absolute ecstasy. This is where I belong. In the bosom of Mother Earth, from whence I came. I lie there listening to the quiet songs of nature, the owls whistling at me and the song birds, looking down at me. I see the deer walking carefully through the birch trees, watching the fawns look around curiously. I long for the touch, the intimate connection. This is my home. This is where I belong. I belong, in the arms of nature. I am a child of the rain. A druid child. I hope to explore the beauty of the world where I feel so much at peace.

Visual Instructions For Downloading Fonts.
3D Fonts|Brandname Fonts|Classic Fonts This is a visual tutorial for Windows XP. This may be similar with Windows Vista. If you are not sure I also have provided Written Instructions on how to download the Fonts. This Step by Step tutorial will show you how to download the font from a Zip/Compressed folder and if the file isn't in a Zip/Compressed Folder. The first set of visual will go over how to download the file form a non compressed file. Note: The browser I am using is Fire Fox. You will get all the same windows if you were using IE7, Maxthon, or Flock. The windows I have provided are done with a different theme to my browser than you may have and yours may look different. Don't worry it will all get you there. (For the 20th century versions of Windows (Any version under Windows 2000 such as Windows 98, 95, or Below) you must install an unzip tool. Go to my Written Instructions to get them and to get instructions there on how to download. I do not have a visual for the Wi

Just A Feeling :o (
Five Finger Death Punch - The Bleeding I remember when all the games began. Remember every little lie and every last goodbye. Promises you broke, words you choked on and I never walked away. *It's* still a mystery to me Well I'm so empty I'm better off without you and you're better off without me. Well you're so UNCLEAN!! I'm better off without you and YOU'RE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME!! THE LYING!! THE BLEEDING!! THE SCREAMING!!! WAS TEARING ME APART!! THE HATRED!! DECEIVING!! THE BLEEDING!! IT'S OVER!!! Paint the mirrors black (to forget you) I still picture your face and the way you used to taste. Roses in a glass dead and wilted. To you this all was nothing, everything to you is nothing Well you're so filthy... I'm better off without you and you're better off without me. Well I'm so *UGLY*!! You're better off without me and I'M BETTER OFF *ALONE*!!! THE LYING!! THE BLEEDING!! THE SCREAMING!! WAS TEARING ME APART!!! THE HATRED!! THE BEATING

Deployments
Suck for those of you wondering. I realize this was what we got into when he signed up. And fighting to keep our freedoms is something that we need to keep protecting. But I am really missing him is all.

The Hunter
The Hunter For when you left me, the shred of a noble tear rolled down my cheek. For I was one with noble human feelings; for when you left me, my human side crumbled into the darkness of this rotten world. So the beast I was has re-conquered my human side. For I was doomed to be a hunter, a hunter of evil. For I have tried to live a normal life, I have always been rejected by the human kind. The bread between the greatest of vampires and a human being has made of me the perfect warrior. Roaming from town to town, I use my powers to save the endangered species, the human kind. For now I have lost all my feelings since all my loved ones have perished in this savage world that we live in. I do not have any fears, for I can only be killed by a stake in the heart. The lord of evil has just been defeated by me (father), and now the world is free. For now I am leaving, for a great journey to try and find my human side; Julia

***thanx Everybody!!!!***
I JUST WANTED TO THANK EVERYBODY THAT HELPED ME OUT IN FALLEN ANGEL'S HALLOWEEN PIC CONTEST, COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT W/O ALL OF YOU & ALL THE HELP YA GAVE ME!!........ YOU ALL ARE GREAT! LOVE YA ALL AND THANX AGAIN SO MUCH!!! I PLACED 3RD, LOOK FOR MY 3 DAY BLAST !!! YAY!! LOL .((((((((BIG HUGZZZZZ)))))))))) ♥ ĴąDe♥Ŕoşėś♥§Ä§§¥ ßÙ±±♥~*Greeter @Diablos Den@ fubar

I Miss You Shane
I have a tattoo of a rose with Shanes name on it- over my heart.. I dedicate this song, to my Shane... if only I could do what it says- leave him behind but carry him on my heart, instead of letting him/his memory fuck up my love life because I am afraid to love anyone like that again... No matter what you say about love I keep coming back for more Keep my hand in the fire Sooner or later I get what I'm asking for No matter what you say about life I learn every time I bleed The truth is a stranger Soul is in danger I gotta let my spirit be free To admit that I'm wrong and then change my mind Sorry but I have to move on and leave you behind I can't waste time so give it a moment I realized nothings broken No need to worry about everything I've done Live every second like it was my last one Don't look back got a new direction I loved you once needed protection You're still a part of everything I do You're on my heart just like a tattoo Just like a tattoo I'll a

Old Age Games‏
1. Sag, you're It. 2. Hide and go pee. 3. 20 questions shouted into your good ear. 4. Kick the bucket 5. Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says Bend Over. 6. Musical recliners. 7. Simon says something incoherent. 8. Pin the Toupee on the bald guy SIGNS OF MENOPAUSE 1. You sell your home heating system at a yard sale. 2. You have to write post-it notes with your kids' names on them. 3. You change your underwear after a sneeze. OLD IS WHEN:1. Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face. 2. You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along. 3. Getting a little action means I don't need fiber today. . Getting lucky means you find your car in the parking lot. 5. An all-nighter means not getting up to pee! Thought for the week Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press 'Ctr Alt Delete' and start all over? If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started

Help A Girl Out, Please!!!!
A while back, I joined Tupperware. This was to help take some of the pressure off our "normal" income, due to a surgery and meds needed by our middle child. They weren't covered by insurance-and still aren't. The problem is, I haven't sold enough and my account will be deactivated soon!!! Now isn't exactly the best time for that. Right before Christmas, is hard enough, under normal circumstances. So if you wouldn't mind, could you take a look around, see what we've got(lots of great deals right now!!) and maybe place an order? Every little bit helps. But as of right now I need to sell $182.56 in less than two weeks time!!! Can you help me do that? Maybe get a little bit of your Christmas shopping done early? We've even added some NEW toys, for those with children. If you can't order, perhaps you know someone who can. If so, please, please, pass on this link.Thanks so much for stopping by. Please pass this blog, or link on to all you know. http://my.tupperware.com/ShMills Tha

I'm So Tired Of It
ok, INCASE I GET BLOCKED OR DOWN RATED FOR ANYTHING LET ME SET A FEW THINGS STRAIGHT. IF YOU LOOK AT MY PROFILE IT SAYS PLAINLY MY NAME IS RAMONA (MOMMA ROX) ROOKARD. I AM NOT PART OF ANY BOMBING CREW OR FAMILY. I AM ME, I CARE FOR MY FRIENDS, FAMILY, FANS, NET FREINDS,& NET FAMILY. BUT I WILL NOT BE TOLD WHO I CAN TALK TO, POST ON OR EVEN COMMENT TOO. I AM FRIENDS WITH ALOT OF PEOPLE ON FUBAR, BUT THANKS TO A BUNCH OF INSIDE BACK BITING, NAME CALLING, AND MUD SLINGING IT SEEMS I AM TO BE FORCED INTO CHOOSING MY FRIENDS.....WELL I WONT. I'M NOT LEAVING FUBAR BUT I WONT BE ON AS MUCH ANYMORE. i WOULD RATHER NOT BE PLACED IN THE MIDDLE OF STUPID IN HOME FIGHTING. IF PEOPLE CANT SEE WHATS GIONG ON THEN LET THEM REMAIN BLIND INSTEAD OF FIGHTING... THAT WAY THEIR HAPPY, IF YOU TELL THEM ONCE THEN LEAVE IT BE. FOR ANYONE WHO WISHES TO SPEAK TO ME I'M ON YAHOO UNDER roxxycottin@yahoo.com THATS MY MESSENGER AND I ALWAYS RUN INVISIBLE.ANYONE IS WELCOME TO ADD ME AS LONG AS THEY'RE

That Is It!
OKAY, I WANT TO KNOW RIGHT NOW.. WHO IS THE STUPID FUCK THAT KEEPS FLAGGING MY PICTURES "NSFW"? COME ON NOW.. STOP HIDING BEHIND A FUCKING COMPUTER? ARE YOU SOME JEALOUS, JILTED MAN? COME ON STAND UP AND BE COUNTED FOR? IF MY PICTURES GET FLAGGED ONE MORE TIME.. I WILL LOCK THOSE FUCKERS UP TIGHT AND NO ONE WILL EVER SEE THEM AGAIN.. HOW THE HELL IS MY ASS PICTURES "NSFW"? COME ON.. TELL ME.. FREAKIN' COWARDS.. I AM SICK OF IT.. I WILL TALK TO A BOUNCER AND GET THAT DAMNED THING TAKEN OFF!!!!!! i AM QUITE SICK OF IT. GET A FREAKIN' LIFE AND STAY OFF MY PAGE IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME.. IT IS PLAIN AND SIMPLE!

New O'rly Video Fo Sho!
L00k at mah funnie video yarly...suuure to make u lolz fo sho! ..repostie and meh will luv u yarly^(O_o)^ Make photo slide shows at www.OneTrueMedia.com Mo lolz by... Orly? The Official FUBAR Owl ~@ fubar

Help
how do u know if u are in love and how do u just say its to much......is it ok to take a break with your hubbie or not can u get to much of inch other......so i don't know what to do i need someone that well give me good sexy i think that i wont to a female i am bi so that my have some thing to do with it to i may need a girlfreind i don't know

I'm Straight
I'm straight 100%, I'm tired of guys e-mailing me. I don't mind if guys want to talk about bikes, cars, or other things. I don't even care if you are gay just don't hit on me or try to get with me. Girls are welcome to message me any time they want and about any thing they want. Thanks, Hotrod7

One Man
One man,…… one man alone stalks the night. Away from ammonic terraces and hallways Away from monotonous gestures of people that once knew the clouds Faltered and unseen this man walks through streets known and never seen the rain caresses his face, trembling along his jaw line but failing to replace his tears. Following the yellow painted lines to the long lost graveyards of the unknown he finds himself longing for that simple caress of the water to be replaced with her hand. The mother, sister, lover that he left to cry in her simple corner of solemn Willows kiss his brow while he lingers silently into his cookie crisp suburban legends to remember the dead. Soon finding himself waltzing in the local graveyard, midnight long forgotten and the rising sun as good as a myth. To waltz among the living is the only solace to be found in the glory of his death, the remnance of love’s memories are far but forgotten. Yet bodies stolen by stone pallets distill the meaning,

Mom
Every single time I think of you my teardrops fall like rain...... Every time I close my eyes I see your face in pain then i think "Am I the one to blame?". I know its hard on you to see me go but I love and miss more than you would ever know. Although I did not go to far I sometimes wish I was still there where you are. 300 miles is a long long way but mom I will be visiting on Thanksgiving Day. You are my life, my friend, my MOTHER and to replace you there could be NO other. Although I know we are miles apart, I still carry you with me deep in my heart. Please dont forget that you are the best each night you lay your head down to rest! Mom I Love You & Miss You Love Your Daughter, Leslie

Going To Dallas
Hi friends , I'm going to Dallas tomorrow , saturday morning and I'll be back sunday evening. So I'm wishing all my friends a great weekend . Yall leave me some love here ya girls about to make it to Godfather :)

The Ashen Steed
tis a destiny of resisitance this flavour of you mixed with me the candlelight illuminates my visions making shadows dance and fantasize your touch the night caresses my breath reliving your precious memories over and over in my mind it is the dawn that draws you near it brings your vision to my eyes and your touch to my flesh as the sun arises you fade like a vampyric ashe your memory remains i fantasize your existence you are not in hallowed ground you never existed my knight upon the ashen steed your armour is translucent your night has faded © 2007 Rainn (All rights reserved)

My Ex-girlfriend
I ran into my EX and she had been swung on by someone.(got her ass kick) She had a smart ass mouth and a fucked up attitude. She was both sweet and evil. A true Gemini. Even though this woman made me want to beat her ass many times I never put my hands on her We broke up on bad terms fake court cases for domestic abuse and bogus restraining orders with her beggin me to answer calls. A fucking mess!!! Ironic she would end up with someone who really don't play that smart mouth nasty attitude shit. I wasn't happy at all. I acted like I didn't see the shit. Talked for a good 15 minutes gave her a hug and rolled out. The jammy wasn't fresh but you could tell it was a few weeks old. Karma is a bitch.

Poem About A Friend/sisiter
A friend is someone you should never let go, carry them with you through rain, sleet and snow. Hold tightly to that feeling of knowing someone cares and keep in your heart that they'll always be there! Dedicated to Michelle aka: shatteredtiger friend of 11 yrs

Great Song...
you can listen to this on my homepage... and you should, it's a great song Hands Held High Mike Shinoda – Linkin Park Turn my mic up louder i got to say something lightweights step it aside when we come in feel it in your chest / the syllables get pumping people on the streets they panic and start running words on loose leaf sheet complete coming i jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i’m dumping healing the blind i promise to let the sun in sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and jump when they tell us they want to see jumping fuck that / i want to see some fists pumping risk something / take back what’s yours say something that you know they might attack you for cause i’m sick of being treated like i was before like it’s stupid standing what i’m standing for like this war’s really just a different brand of war like it doesn’t cater to rich and abandon poor like they understand you in the back of the jet / when you can’t put gas in your tank / and th

Should I?
Time heals all wounds,and time also builds desire… I sit her staring into your eyes so full of life and fire… Wondering, wanting, needing…thinking of you… My oh my, whatever should I do… My head says no, my heart says yes… Which is right, is anyone’s guess… Heartache is possible, that I know for sure… But is her love and passion worth that to endure? Is it worth the risk, to take the chance… For something that will be a wonderful romance? Should I sit idly by and let this amazing woman go… If I do that, I am afraid, the truth I will never know… As you can see I am torn…not knowing what on earth to do… The best decisions are the hardest ones, that I know is true… So I sit here wracking my brain, trying not to guess… And my brain says no but my heart says yes...yes...yes…

Sad Times
Good friend of mine today lost his wife in a horrific car wreck leaving him widowed with 4 kids. Live is too short, you NEVER know when your time or someone else's time is up. Hug a loved one, call a family member and tell them you love them. Call a old friend that you butted heads with. I can personally relate. I lost my best friend, my soulmate, my husband. Life is too too short. Dont hold anything back. You may regret it once its too late. Much Love....

My Grandpa Rip
This is my grandpa. PeePaw is what we all called him. Not sure how he got that name but thats what we called him. He was a people person. Love to joke and carry on. He lived a hard life. Was an alcoholic for years but hasnt drank anything in 30 years. We are all going to miss him so much. His laugh. It was so funny. Please keep myself and my family in your prayers. thank you all

Candle Of Love
Few people come into our lives and make everything shine, but you're one of those rare and splendid jewels who makes the whole world bright. When I was sad, you made me smile. When I was alone and blue, you were there for me, and you made me feel strong enough to accomplish anything. Because I appreciate the many things you do, more than words could say, I'm sending you the Candle of Love, and hoping you receive many blessings from above.

My Horoscope For Today
You need to restrain yourself somewhat today and keep from lecturing the people around you -- no matter how dumb they're being. Nobody wants to hear the truth just now, so wait until they do. HAHA I think this should be my thought everyday!

20 Characters Or Less. Lol
Since my pc crashed a few months ago and I had to rebuild a new rig. My online notifications do not save for later uses like before and I do miss some of my old ones. The only one the hangs on is "PC failures suck!" LOL...great! So as I go along and add new ones. I'll add them in here for quick reference for all of us. If you go .."Hmmm...wtf does that mean?" You may want to go here and it may be revealed. Unless its a fresh one. Then I will add it shortly ;-) Inside My Bottle = Home and online. Hit me up to call me out of it. Sealed Inside Bottle = Home and online. Please do not disturb. Swirlin and Smokin = Home and online. Smoking and up for BSing ;-) In My Rainforest = Home and online, but outside enjoying my patio or working on my plants. Will be back shortly. Magische Dromen = German for magical dreams. Sleeping. Cat Furniture = At my desk, but Suzail is sitting on me. May not type. If do its all catscratch. Adrift in Moonlight = Sleeping happily. Seul Som

Thought About You
All day long, I thought about you. Even when I tried not to think about you, I thought about you. When I closed my eyes, I thought about you. When I opened my eyes, I thought about you. When I thought about the beauty of the season, I thought about you. When I thought about the warmth of the upcoming holidays, I thought about you. When I heard a love song on the radio, I thought about you. When I checked my email, I thought about you. Even when I said goodnight to the stars, I thought about you. And when I slipped beneath the softness of my blanket and gave in to the bliss of sweet dreams, I thought about you. I just can't stop thinking about you.

And The Plot Thickens
ok, so...after having my ex's profile deleted from myspace for harrassment, i get contacted by someone claiming to be an ex girlfriend of his who hangs out still mutual friends from when they were together and is still pisedi guess cause he cheated on her with the chick hes now married to. "she" claims that one night when her and some friends were out at the bar one of them let it slip that he found me on myspace and was commenting on how he was harassing me. I am like wtf, ok.is this my ex fucking with me posing as someone else ( cause it sounds like something he is capable of) or is this person for real. Either way, I am not a happy camper about it in the least, leme tell u what! It all seems to be a bit convienient, but I am gonna see where this goes, cause I am tired of it! I am not normally a hatefull person, but my ex is one person that if it werent for the fact gave me a beautiful son...is a total waste of human space! I think thats the ONLY good thing he has ever contributed to

Cordon Blue Casserole
Cordon Blue Casserole 4 chicken breasts, boned & cut in half 1/2 lb shaved ham 4 slices swiss cheese 1 can cream of chicken soup 1/4 cup water 1/2 cup melted butter 2 cups crushed stuffing mix Layer chicken, ham and cheese in buttered casserole dish Mix soup and water and pour over cheese Combine butter and stuffing mix and sprinkle over top Bake at 325° for 2 hours.

Lyrics To Pink "love Song"
I've never written a love song That didn't end in tears Maybe you'll rewrite my love song If you can replace my fears I need your patience and guidance And all your lovin' and more When thunder rolls through my life Will you be able to weather the storm? There's so much I would give ya, baby If I'd only le myself There's this well of emotions I feel I must protect But what's the point of this armor If it keeps the love away, too? I'd rather bleed with cuts of love Than live without any scars Baby, can I trust this? Or do all things end? I need to hear that you'd die for me Again and again and again So tell me when you look in my eyes Can you share all the pain and happy times 'Cause I will love you for the rest of my life This is my very first love song That didn't end in tears I think you re-wrote my love song For the rest of my years I wil love you for the rest of my Life I LOVE THIS SONG....

Chicken Rice Casserole
chicken rice casserole 2 cups rice 2 cans cream of mushroom or golden mushroom soup 2 cans water 2 chickens (cut in serving pieces) put rice, soup, water in dutch oven (12 inch). stir place chicken on top of mixture. cover. cook 1 1/4 to 1 1/2 hours at 400 degrees.

Banana Pineapple Passion
Banana Pineapple Passion Prep Time: 10 min Total Time: 10 min Ingredients: 1 can (20 oz.) pineapple chunks, undrained 1 pkg. (4-serving size) JELL-O Vanilla Flavor Instant Pudding & Pie Filling 2 bananas, sliced Preparation: Add pineapple with liquid to dry pudding mix in medium bowl. Stir 2 min. or until well blended. (Mixture will be thick.) Add bananas; mix lightly. Serve immediately. Or, cover and refrigerate until ready to serve. Nutrition Bonus: This easy dessert provides your family with a good source of vitamin C from the pineapple.

I Need You
"As I am about to lie in my bed, I'm dreaming of your arms around me... Your chest brushing softly against my cheeks. I feel your breath closing in as you lift my face to give me your kisses...Oh, it is very difficult to live with you far from me.Please come and be with me... to stay forever..."

Been One Of Those Days
ok it is official I need a good stiff drink ....today has been a day from hell ....got woken up 5:30 this morning by one of my daughters saying that there was a bunch of cops cars out front ( oh gosh what now), for awhile didnt know what was going on then looked out another window , cops and firemen stadding by a bunch of trees, looked up to wear they were shinning a light and all i saw was a noose swinging back and forth, i tell ya it freaked me out for sure , then a short time later they brought one of our neighbours down the ladder....seems to be that he tried to kill himself due to not wanting to be without his wife..feels so bad for her and the 2 young kids .....but the day dont end there ......... Later on in the day ,had state troopers, camden and rockport police walking around the complex more then likely due to a neighbour trying to sell her meds but not sure....omg this is Camden a very small town, everyone knows everyone....this crap isnt supposed to go on here....ok some

2 Weeks
Two weeks have come and gone since we ended. And finally...today we talked. I am glad that we did. It felt good to clear things up...well clear some things up. We got it clear that we love each other. I meant what I said.... everything I said. I love you and I don't want anyone else. I miss you. And that kiss today only made me want you more. If I had know that our "weekend" together was the end, I would have made it the most memorable event of your life! Remember.....if..... you know where I am. My heart is yours for eternity.

Target Links...
Sila Could use some help :) You must add rate and fan the host to comment on this contest Contest runs 2 weeks... glitter-graphics.com Sassy is behind and needs help as well :) glitter-graphics.com The link to the giveaway I entered... I need 95,000 comments total glitter-graphics.com Candy has Helped me allot in my contest and I'd appreciate you all showing her some love as well :) If I missed someone I'm sorry.

Yes Its True
YES ITS TRUE THE ONE AND ONLY IRON HORSE SALOON IS HIRING DJ's. DO YOU HAVE WHAT WE ARE LOOKING FOR? COME ON IN AND CHECK US OUT AND SEE! WE'RE OPEN 24 HOURS A DAY 7 DAYS A WEEK. OR JUST TALK TO OUR MANAGER OR OWNER! «» Tecelote - Sexi DJ's Owner - Manager & Chief DJ, Iron Horse Lounge «»@ fubar ~SEXI DJ ~R/L PROPERTY OF TECELOTE ~ IRON HORSE LOUNGE MOM ~@ fubar (repost of original by '"MG"~ head promoter 4 IHS' on '2007-11-02 15:09:17') (repost of original by '~DJ TWIZTID JUGGALETTE`' on '2007-11-02 15:11:43') (repost of original by '"MG"~ head promoter 4 IHS' on '2007-11-02 15:43:51') (repost of original by 'coldplaycmh BARTENDER OF MYSTICAL FANTASIES,BARTENDER OF IRON HORSE SALOON' on '2007-11-02 16:52:32') (repost of original by '"MG"~ head promoter 4 IHS' on '2007-11-02 17:00:12')

Rate Me
Send answer to posters inbox and then repost to see what kind of answers you get....Post as ~RATE ME~ 0 = ewwwwwwwwwwww! 1 = Definetly not attractive. 2 = Decent 3 = Cute 4 = Fine as hell! 5 = I'd do you. 6 = PRETTY HOT AND TEMPTiNG! 7 = Lovable, I LOVE YOU!!! 8 = I wanna make you my man/girl. 9 = Just a friend. 10 = Sexiest person I know! 11 = 'effin hottie! 12 = Ya, I've checked you out a few times. 13 = Absolutely fine. LEAVE ME A MESSAGE ; TELL THE TRUTH!!!!! (((If u do then i wont treat u differently))) (((& i wont tell anyone!!!!))) LIST ALL THAT APPLY! IF YOU DON'T RE-POST THiS THEN YOU'RE TOO iNSERCURE TO SEE WHAT PEOPLE REALLY THiNK OF YOU

Between Yous Legs
everybody.. lets get this started and see what creative movie titles we can come up with.. here's the rules.. think up a movie title(ANY movie title), and add "Between Your Legs" to the movie title..ill get it goin...continue to forward this!!! rocky between your legs it your turn to comment

Conversations In My Mirror
Two nights ago I got your message. It was obvious. A blind man could have read it. My covers were kicked off of the bed, And I was exhausted in the morning. It was as if I had been up working all night instead of resting. I knew it was a message from you. . . And that all I needed to do was to pick up my pen, And let you write it down on paper for me to read. But I was so exhausted that I overslept. Then I was late for work, And you don't even want to hear, About the day I had. Last night I got your message. It was practically in neon. I awoke at two a.m. because my arm was asleep. My neck was locked at an awkward angle. My pillow and blankets were all on the floor. It was freezing cold. I began to sneeze. This happened again at four. Then, at six, when I needed to be up. . . I slept the sleep of a man who has walked through a blizzard to stay alive, Only to collapse three feet from his doorstep. I knew that your message was important. And that all I needed to

Reflections
Hello! I didn't think I'd see you this soon. Although sometimes I've felt as if you'd never get here. But I've always felt sure that we would meet. All the times that I've seen you, On the old slides of my father's. That strapping young man with his face in the wind. Never tired. Never weary. Any scars he carries are still fairly fresh. The weathered look will not be upon him for thirty years. I used to look in my mirror for hours, Searching for that twenty-something man. Hidden somewhere in my face. I never caught more than a glimpse of you, Hiding behind my eyes. . . Until now. In the reflection of my television set, I caught you watching me. You're different than I'd pictured. Your hair is longer and you have a beard. But the gaze is the same. The fascinated way you watch me, When you think I'm not looking. I can tell that you see me in you. Tell me. . . Do you look back at me in the mirror, Spending hours searching for the face you had years ago. . . As I

In Love & Light
A little note to apologize for my absence to all my dear friends... I have missed all dearly and just wanted to let you all know that you are thought of daily. My hubby was home since last Friday thanks to the threat of Noel and just left this morning for his last week on his dig at Corkscrew. During this time, I have been trying everything I can with lawyers, advice, and trying to keep true to karmic possibilities as probate, contesting of wills and Samhain have taken up much of my time at home. Packing up boxes, making donations to charities and dealing with the after effects of losing loved ones has been a time consuming as well as painful process for me and to top it off, I get a visit from a State Agency with an anonymous claim from somewhere out of the blue that I had neglected and abused my would have been mother-in-law. Thank Goddess Eugene was home when this unexpected visit came because I almost lost it. I had spent the last 3 years of my life dedicated to taki

Armor Polish
So after all this time I realize That my parents got it wrong They should have called me Don Or if you prefer. . . Mr. Quixote I polish my armor daily Constantly ready to find causes Which surely would have been better off Had they remained lost But In I'll charge Blazing through the muck My sword of integrity held high Rescuing the helpless townspeople From the tyranny of the evil windmills And of course I won't win But that's not the point The point is I tried And that effort Gives me the courage to try again Instead of just letting those damn windmills win And when the villagers come to me and say "look at what you did! You come charging in here Armor caked in muck And now we have windmills! I hope you realize how much trouble you've caused!" Is it easier to let these tyrants alone? Not say a thing, not get involved? Undoubtedly But daily i polish my armor Until I can see my face in it And daily I ask of my reflection "How do I fight the good fight? H

As I Lie Here Wondering
As I lie here wondering I can almost hear two ants Floating down the river on a twig And I wonder where they're going. As I lie here wondering I can almost hear two ladybugs Gossiping to each other And I wonder where they learned it. Every little thing Goes on In it's own special way As I lie here wondering. August

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August Finds His Purpose
Having just ended my brief career as a soldier, I returned to my favorite pastime. . . drifting. I was bound and determined never to settle into any profession again, but these things have a way of creeping up on you when you lease expect it. With little more than a years worth of freedom from the Army, I found myself enrolled in college taking an EMT (Emergency Medical Technician) course. Ever vigilant in my pursuit to be "one of the good guys" I maintained an A average for the first time anyone I know could remember. Then came the day that makes or breaks all young EMT wannabe's, A five hour shift in the emergency room of a hospital. Being the victim of my own habits, I was broke again, and had to borrow nearly everything I needed for my shift: Lab coat, stethoscope, note pad, and a white shirt. But thanks to several classmates, my friend Chris and I arrived at the ER fully prepared, at 5:00p.m. sharp. Now I can't speak for Chris, but I was nervous. I had only been in the class

Tonight In Flames
When contrary winds blow across the sands Their murmurs can be easily swayed But when storms quicken one cannot placate The howling of their murderous rages Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand Beside our waiting graves As war roars about our precious land Seeking cause to subjugate Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames There is no fanaticism as virile as faith To the blind his words are clear ‘Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel! Assure your place in paradise here’ Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand Beside her tiny grave I will avenge her, do or damned Her sacred mother did the same Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames I went to see her dance one day I

Love
Love is like the ocean that deepens the soul. The kisses from his lips makes me weak. The touch of his hand burns my flesh, His body next to mine makes me wet. I want him with a desire. I love him because he makes me feel like a real woman.

Because You Didn't Ask
Hey, that's for me. As if it made sense, As if there were rhyme to my reason, And vice versa. My birthday's on the twelfth, I'm ectomorphic, Little tests I've never studied for, Yet seem to pass. She drinks coffee. I guess I have my tests too. The joy of discovery, Tongues tickling across the phone line. Does she feel my presence? As much as I feel hers? The distance between us like the tide, Always moving. A little scary. A lot wonderful. The wind rushing past my ears. How'd I pick up this much speed? The thought of her beside me, Nuzzling my neck, The flash of her brilliant eyes, Here we go, No point in looking back. 'Cause hey, That's for me. August

How Old Were You The First Time You?
How Old Were You 1. When you first fell in love – 17 2. Got a myspace account - 37 3. Got drunk - - 16 4. Smoked weed - 15 5. Got french kissed - 17 6. Went to the hospital for surgery - 23 7. Got your heart broken badly - last year 8. Lost a pet -7 that I can remember 9. Got arrested - never 10. Smoked a Cigarette - 15 11. Broken a bone - 14 12. Went to a concert - 19 13. Got your own cell phone - 36 14. Got a speeding ticket - Never 15. Ran away -never 16. Snuck out of the house -never 17. Pierced other than your ears - None. 18. Got a tattoo - last year 19. Bought porn - Never 22. Totaled a car - I never did it, I was hit...at 28 23. Moved out of your parents house -18 25. How old are you now? - 39 26. Had a kid - 18 27. Lost your virginity - 17

Bigot
Bigotry is the act of telling another, Exactly what and who they are. Telling instead of asking Preaching instead of talking Interpreting instead of listening Condemning instead of sharing Hating instead of learning Patronizing instead of loving Bigotry is ugly, And I am guilty of it. I have thought of others as "Job stealing wetbacks" or "lazy niggers" I have personally been offended by individuals So I struck back at the collective culture. I created them in my mind Hugely flawed, because I made them that way. I have been a bigot. It took another bigot to make me see. August

Bitter Temptations
You make it so tempting. With your fascination for suffering And my ability to inflict it What a pair we would make I could take you to the edge And make you dance Make you scream Make you beg. . . Over and over again. I could take you Where you so pathetically desire to be. Except you won't be satisfied. No matter how close you are to the edge, For you, it's still too far. Kissing my blade Sucking on my barrel Feeling your lungs ache for air Not enough, not enough And I'd rather please you than hurt you So I do the former by way of the latter And yet you want more And the hands that snuff your flame Could well be mine. You make it so tempting. With you calculated ice. Your adolescent arrogance. I want to slap you And call you the stupid bitch that you are The kicker is. . . You think I'm impotent, Because I won't. August

The Good Stuff
It's amazing how sad people can be... When you get what you want, why be sad?!? Whether you want out or in, here or not, whatever the case... Why is it that when we get what we want, we get sad and don't want it anymore?!? Why want what you can't have? Why NOT want what you can have?:P Why not be happy with life as is? WOW! What a concept!!!!!!!!!!!! Questions to ponder and I'm soooo confused... Back 2 Good It's nothing, it's so normal you Just stand there I could say so much But I don't go there cuz I don't want to I was thinking if you were lonely Maybe we could leave here and no one would know At least not to the point that we would think so Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking about Somebody else It's best if we all keep it under our heads I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do But I'm lonely now, and I don't know how To get it back to good This don't mean that, you own me This ain't no good, in fact it's phony as h

Black
He is dressed in black tonight. Black as the night. Black as sin. Black as death itself. He wishes his skin were paler. At night he dreams of skin so pale and thin that it is translucent. Anything to appear darker, Closer to the Devil, Closer to death. The "Charles Manson" look is in. "Dracula," "Rasputin," Anyone with long hair and a tortured soul. Anyone with a festering dark secret. He has a secret. A dark dangerous secret. One that makes him play his moves flawlessly. No sudden eye movements. Maintain a constant display of indifference. In the old days it was different. A woman used to fear "a wolf in sheep's clothing." "A scoundrel," "A cad." This is far worse. He is a lamb in wolf's clothing. Bambi in the Devil's suit. Thumper in Charlie Manson's goatee. All the while, hiding his terrible dark secret. That deep down, beneath the pale skin and demonic features, Under the snobbish indifference and acidic stare, He is really someone. . . THAT YOUR MOTH

Crave.
He is my desire for whom I crave everyday of my life. He is the one I dream naked in my bed everynight. His smile tingles my body, the kisses from his lips makes me drunk. The touch of his body makes me scream with pleasure of wanting him feeling his skin on mine driving me insane. I love him for the man he is. He is my lover, He is my pleasure and He is my heart.

A Good Read
"The other day I was reading Newsweek magazine and came across some Poll data I found rather hard to believe. It must be true given the source, right? The Newsweek poll alleges that 67 percent of Americans are unhappy with the direction the country is headed and 69 percent of the country is unhappy with the performance of the president. In essence 2/3's of the citizenry just ain't happy and want a change. So being the knuckle dragger I am, I started thinking, ''What we are so unhappy about? "Is it that we have electricity and running water 24 hours a day, 7 days a week? Is our unhappiness the result of having air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter? Could it be that 95.4 percent of these unhappy folks have a job? Maybe it is the ability to walk into a grocery store at any time and see more food in moments than Darfur has seen in the last year? Maybe it is the ability to drive from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean without having to present id

Building Blocks
(Partially inspired by/ stolen from, T.G.Spinosa) It has been said that hydrogen, Is the building block of the universe. Hydrogen is said to be the building block of the universe, Because it is the most abundant element in the universe. I disagree. Stupidity is far more abundant than hydrogen. Don't you hate rhetorical questions? Tell me again about short term memory. I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous. The problem with apathy is. . .never mind. I'm sorry sir, you have no money in your account. Yes you did just deposit $100.00 yesterday. Yes I realize that you haven't made any withdrawals. I'm sorry sir, you have to go back to your home branch. Yes I realize that you deposited the money at this branch. Yes I realize that your home branch is across town. SIR, you can't ride that unicycle in here. No sir, I am not changing the subject. You just can't ride that in here. No sir, I realize that you're carrying it. I just want you to know. . .What do you mean? "

Call Me Captain
Some forage through life, In search of a rose. And others are led, As if by the nose. The flighty, I'm told, Just drift in the breeze. No control or direction, They simply take leave. They're just tossed to & fro, By the will of the wind. Don't know where they're going, Don't care where they've been. And others, like me, Like to play in the tides. We sail our own ships, With the stars as our guide. We seek out adventure, Fortune and fame. Searching for others, To join in our game. Through fair skies or storm, We drink wine and sing songs. Loving each moment, Even when things go wrong. With the wind at my back, And my love at my side. I haul up my anchor, And set sail with the tide. So tell me I'm captain, Or tell me I'm mighty. But whatever you do, . . . .Don't . . . . . tell. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .me . . . . . . . .I'm. . . . . .flighty!. . . . . August

Carpe' Diem
Well of course It wasn't my first time, Oh no, my first time was long behind me. But for some reason, I was still nervous. Desperate to do something, Restless for some action, I guess it never gets any easier. Heart pounding in my chest, Sweaty palms, Thoughts racing. What am I doing here? How did I let this happen? What do I do now? Before the first time, I would rush with reckless abandon. Desperate for climax, Always pushing my luck. Nowadays, I'm more careful. Regarding my scars as lessons, Rather than trophies. Yet, here I am again, Stuck for sure, Halfway up a mountain, Facing death. . .One. . .More. . .Time. He and I are old friends. He watches me with baited breath. Waiting for me to welcome him on. And for a moment. . . I consider it. Leap off this rock, Take control, Make my last act a determined one. It is a good day to die! I look back on my life. My only goal satisfied. If I have to go today, I can honestly look back and say: "My life has

Dont Get It
I dont understand anymore i try to look the other when certain things happen on here. But sometimes its too hard not too. Aww well i'm just blabbing and you know who knows what i'm talking about. LATER!!

Last Blog For A Month {maybe}
ok so finished all my shopping i leave 2morrow morning at 5 am im gunna go finish my evening by playing guitar hero 3 and the new jackass game then imma watch dracula n sleep ill try n find a comp to say hi to you! *muah* to Vince ,im goin to miss you the most! xoxo

A Chance Encounter
It was the kind of thing that just doesn't happen. Which is what made it so unusual Passion is where you find it I always say Or at any rate I'll say it now After she came up to me, stopped me in my tracks, Looked me smack in the eye and said "Don't say a word. . . Don't give me a line, Don't even try to be smooth. 'Cause anyone can do that. I need someone Who'll shout my name from the rooftops Dance with me in the rain, Be the cavalier to my damsel Open up his heart and sing to me! If you can't do that. . . I don't even want to know your name." Like I said, It's the sort of thing that just doesn't happen. Now before I continue I hear you asking. . . "What did she look like? Was she hot?" And my answer is, It doesn't matter. I really couldn't tell you if I tried. The only thing I can say, Is that her character, her essence, her energy. . . Ignited me. And in that quarter of a second That it took me to respond I came up with at least a dozen songs That I c

Closets
I have an orange shirt that I like to wear. It's old and threadbare and looks a little silly on me. It's missing some buttons and the sleeves are too long, but I like it. It's the most comfortable shirt I own. I don't wear it often and almost never when I'm out in public. I keep my shirt tucked away safely in the closet. Shirts belong in closets. A friend of mine had a lot in common with my orange shirt. Her name is Laura. She too, spent most of her time in the closet. Then one day, she came out. It was a big event, Gay Pride Day in Las Vegas. Laura asked me to join her and provide support as she ventured out of the darkness of her closet, and into the harsh light of judgment by her peers. I was honored to be her parasol. We arrived at the park and began to look around. There must have been ten thousand people there. We looked at the different booths, the different vendors, and the different people. I saw hundreds of couples holding hands, happy to be enjoying the sunshine together.

Cold Comfort
I killed a mosquito today. Hey, it was him or me. Parasitic little blood sucker, Landing in my sideburn. Disrupting my search for the perfect pen. On instinct I struck. Slapping down my foe in an instant, I triumphantly viewed my kill, It was a ladybug. The word sorrow is inadequate, Remorse, regret, despair, Not enough to say what I felt. "I'm sorry." I said aloud. Remembering all of the times, I had been squashed recently. Misquitofied in haste, Presentation is everything. Cold comfort I'm sure, To my ladybug. Here is your epitaph, And I promise to be more careful, In the future. August

Could We Have A Moment?
Could we have a moment of silence please? For the seventeen sailors of the U.S.S. Cole? Could we have a moment of silence please? For George burns, Henny Youngman, and Victor Borge'. Could we have a moment of silence please? For the students of Columbine, And all the copycat killings. Could we have a moment of silence please? For the soldiers of Vietnam, The soldiers of Korea, The Soldiers of World War Two. Could we have a moment of silence please? A moment for the homeless, A moment for the downtrodden, A moment for the guilty. And while we're at it. . . Could we have a moment of silence please? For the downsizing of Microsoft, The relocation of Boeing, For William Shatner's career!?! What's the deal here? What's with all the silence? We say "shut up" as a bad thing, Remember? Don't you dare do this to me when my turn comes. When you remember me, Make some noise. So can we have a moment of patriotism please? For the sailors of the Cole? Can we have a momen

The Cynical Poet
If there's no coffee stains on the page, Then it's not really a poem. It's a note. I am the cynical poet. I'm reading poetry, Even though I'm sure that no one is really listening. It's not really a poem if you didn't cry over it, But if it rhymes it's still poetry, Just not good poetry. I am the cynical poet. The coffee cup is half empty. It just is O.K.! If it mentions your dog, Or your truck, Or your girlfriend, Then it's not really a poem. It's a country song! There may be poetry here tonight, There may even be good poetry here tonight. But there won't be real poetry here tonight. Real poetry, The kind that leaves you Feeling like the lemon wedge On the side of a vodka glass. I am the cynical poet, And you just can't find real poetry anymore. August

Cycles
Don't ask me to begin For I excel at beginnings I can get the ball rolling Set things in motion Push us down the hill. . . Don't ask me to begin For I love beginnings I love it when it's new Endless possibilities Countless paths to explore Don't ask me to continue For I don't know how The ball rolls too quickly It's out of control There's too much momentum Don't ask me to continue I'm too easily swept away There's nothing new The paths are closed It's the same old slide Don't ask me to end this Endings are sad Endings are a lack of possibilities They are closed doors The antithesis of romance Don't ask me to end this For I'm sure that I can The emotional tourniquet goes on too quickly I don't want closure, I want exploration. So don't ask me to begin. August

Evidence.........
this is another wall but this one looks easier to pass through.... so i am here and i wait it opens, because there is nothing else i want to do; i try to persuade myself i should not but.... i CAN NOT even when i try to look somewhere else, my heart always tells me to turn my eyes back on here. i think i deserve to have the best, it's the only way so i can give my best in return.... why hurry ? i don't need to i'll be ok don't worry for me

They Are Crazy
I'm sitting here listening to the girls fight and no i'm not gonna stop them. why? because they are fighting over something that they have more then one of and they are exactly the same. it's been like this all day. if karma has it destyni wants it and if destyni has it karma wants it...as long as i see no blood or a bone that seems out of place and they are both still moving i have decided to let them duke it out. they have completly trashed their room again and i've cleaned it a few times today...they are suppose to be girls but they act like boys. aside from the screaming..which by the way i wish there was a way of muting that because i've got a headache and they wont stop. but yeah this is mainly becasue i'm bored and dont know what else to do so i thought i'd ramble about whats going on here. but yeah, laters

Deadlines & Explanations
So you want me to write a poem, For you. Just who do you think I look like? Robert Frost? I don't write poems for you. I am the egocentric poet. I'm not an artist, I'm a smart-ass. Duh. . . You all have it so easy, With your coffee houses. . . And your open mics. . . Six different kinds of espresso, Not to mention Chai. Back in my day, We didn't have a French Press. Back in those days, If you wanted to read poetry. . . You had to take a jar of Foldger's Crystals, And go into the closet. And we would just sit there, In the dark, In the closet, Chewing Foldger's Crystals and reading poetry. And you couldn't come out of the closet. Because that opened up an entirely different can of worms. So let's get this straight once and for all. I am not an artist. I'm a poet. The egocentric poet. The insensitive poet. The "I write for me." poet. But you can call me an artist, If you really want to. August

The Death Of Poetry
Nobody does poetry anymore. All the good metaphors are taken. The coffee houses now serve chai. Guitars rule the stage, Inspired by fuzzy legged women. And I find it sad. I've met the beat poets, And yes, they were jerks. That was their right. I've met the coyboy poets. Out on the range, Coffee you can chew, good stuff. The coffee houses now serve chai. I've been the guerrilla poet. No mic, street theater, raw entertainment. I've been the warrior poet. My body a map of scars, The pathways of my life. Nobody does poetry anymore. Why quote Shakespeare when there's M.T.V.? The coffee houses now serve chai. What's up with that? I'm still a poet. Because I don't know what else to be. The empty page still calls my name, As does the empty stage. I am poet, Read my words. I am poet, Hear my voice. I am poet, Buy my books. (Just kidding.) I am poet, Know this, Even when I drink chai. August

Dragons
There aren't any dragons. Yes I know, It seems sort of obvious when you say it like that. But it saddens me, There aren't any dragons, And there should be. Young men should be able to rescue desperate maidens. Fighting the good fight should guarantee victory. Right and wrong should be obvious, Black and white, clear as day, Never murky, never confused, But of course, that's every bit as fanciful, As the notion of dragons, Far too often I am reminded, That this is the real world, Where the good fight doesn't always cut it, People don't always mean what they say, Fairness is not a universal quality. It saddens me. There aren't any dragons, And there never really were. August

The Dreamer
It's easy to tell a joke to you, It's easy to sing you a song. It's easy to open up to you. It's been easy all along. You are such a puzzle. You're confused? How can that be? How can you not know how you feel? Look inside, it's plain to see. I know you're independent. I know that you feel fear. But please believe, and dream with me, And you'll never shed a tear. I'm not what you expected. I am a nomad, true. One thing you can count on, I am so in love with you. August

E-mail
Roses are red, Violets are blue. The computer was on, So I typed this for you. Flowers are nice, Chocolate is better. You've been on my mind, Thought I'd send you a letter. Or maybe a poem, But rhyming is hard. I almost decided, To send you a card. But I know how you'd whine, I know how you'd wail. I finally decided To send you E-Mail! I don't mean to confuse, I don't mean to beguile. I just thought this poem, Might bring you a smile. I'll finish this note. (I've been typing since noon.) With the greatest of hopes, That you'll email me soon! August

Endings
You tell me that you love me, You tell me I should wait. Can't you understand I'm lonely? Don't you realize I can't wait? I think about you all the time. Why can't you think of me? Now we hardly ever talk, Using words like us or we. Where did all the feelings go? Why can't we bring them back? You tell me I need patience. But I know it's love we lack. I don't want to leave you, So don't force me to go. All the things I love about you. . . There are more than you could know. But every time I'm near you, You always shut me out. I thought I was the only one, That you cared about. But now I see my folly, And I realize I was wrong. I thought I held your heart of hearts, But you did, all along. You only care for number one, With that I can't compete. You love me less than you love yourself, And so, I accept defeat. Don't try to talk me out of this, I'm sick of hollow lines. I thought of talking all this out, But it's just a waste of time. I'm ti

Erased
I used to be a poem, to bring a smile to your life. I used to be a blanket, to keep you warm throughout the night. I used to be a teacher, to guide you on your way. I used to be a soldier, to protect you through the day. I no longer am a soldier, my rank and title gone. I can no longer keep you safe, or protect your little home. I cannot lead your son to be, the man he will become. As a soldier I found purpose, but now I find there, none. I no longer am a teacher, it's not my job to guide. My lessons all forgotten, cast upon the tide. My humble school was boarded up, of this there is no doubt. For I went to teach a class one day, and found, I was locked out. I no longer am a blanket, there's no warmth in me tonight. I cannot be a cover, to shield you from the light. I've been turned into a useless pile, of rags upon the floor. It happened on the day you said. . ."I care for you no more." You ran from me without a word, I guess you couldn't face me. And I didn't

Filibuster
When I was fifteen, the Lord came to me in a dream. Which I suppose is a good thing, because if he came to me in a coffee house, I'd be significantly less prepared. But this was just a dream, however vivid, however real. He stood before me, and I have to admit that for a man of his years, he looked pretty good. "What can I do for you God?" Amazingly enough, God's pretty approachable one on one, and not as tall in person. "I want you to become a poet my son." God's got a deep voice. "A poet? God, come on." He most be joking, Everyone knows that God has a wicked sense of humor, right? How else do you explain the flamingo? "Gahaaad, I'm going to college, I'm going to be a lawyer, make my mark, be rich." "My son, you will become a poet, travel to distant lands, discover people and ideas wherever you go, and you will write, poetry." "Yo God, ya got the wrong guy." I've always had a problem with father figures. I think it's the whole holier than thou thing. Alth

In Need Of New Friends
Ok...I am here in Franklin, MA out on business. I am staying at the Hawthorne suites off exit 16 on the 495. If anyone is near me, or wanna meet up somewhere let me know! I usually go to cole's tavern down the street from my hotel. I would like someone to show me around since I am new to the area. Hope to hear from you!

First Impressions
And she made me think of poetry. And yes, And she made me want to dance. And yes, And the music didn't matter. . . Wasn't there. Didn't care. And yes! At that moment I wanted to do. . . Everything. Make a statement, Rule the world, Seize the day, And yes! It was all possible. The cacophony of emotion, The plethora of noise, The wonder of all that is new. And yes. She made me want to grow, And yes. She made me want to try, And yes, She made me think of poetry. August

For A Friend
I tell you that I love you You tell me it's a lie Every time I try to talk to you You just break down and cry. I can't bring back the magic The feelings we used to share I try to tell you I'm hurting But lately you just don't care. Should I go on trying? Trying to make you see. Or should I just admit it? You're not in love with me. Breaking up isn't easy. I've heard this to be true. You walk around in anguish. While friends say you're just blue. But life goes on, or so I'm told Whether we like it or not. And I've found that it's better to live life, Then to just sit around and rot. So reader now I make a toast, To finding someone new. I hope that you are happy, And life is good to you. August

Enough
ENOUGH What is your heart? Tell me about it How dose it love? And fall in love? How could it sell? Somebody buying it Enough You cheated on who opened his heart for you You hurt and sold who loved you The dream of your life which he draw for you You stepped on it and lost it by your hands My heart that you wound and did wrong Tomorrow you will ask it to forgive you Tomorrow you will be hurt and repentance When you find it forgot your look and too late Enough I used to believe all your words I used to live on your fake dreams You used to cheat You used to hurt You made me live in your illusions You made me live in your illusions Enough I am sure you dont feel me And you can't feel my pains that you made Tomorrow you will taste my pains Then you will cry on me Now I am telling you enough To stop years of love You are end of sorrow and memory And my heart now needs a start Enough I used to believe all your words I used to live on you

For Fun
Roses are red, violets are. . . well they're violet. When this email arrives, be sure that you file it. Fossils are old, babies are new. Thought you should know, I've been thinking of you. Computers cost money, pencils are cheap. Sentiment makes you sappy, please try not to weep. Crayons are wax, tables are wood. Hope you're doing like me, 'cause I'm doing good. Prose is for rambling, and poems for rhyme. I like to do both, when I have the time. Writing's a pain, e-mail is fun. I hope you enjoyed this, 'cause now I'm all done. August

Mcr In Hawaii
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Fortune
Having finished my dinner, My belly was full of things that are impossible to pronounce, But it's fun to try. I opened my fortune cookie. For some reason I was hesitant to read it. What if this was the one true way of telling the future? What if all of our tomorrows, Were forecast on this piece of paper? I wouldn't have to ransack the morning paper, For my horoscope. I could end my search for a decent palm reader. I could stop trying to trans-channel Nostradamus. I would finally know your name. I would know our life. I would sleep soundly each night, Content in the knowledge That you and I are predestined for each other. I unfolded the fortune. "You are fond of Chinese food." So much for my future. Maybe I should enroll in chopstick school. August

From Michaela
You can't give me the sunshine. Although I admit you have a certain warmth. It's simply not sunshine, So don't expect me to stay too long. You can't give me moonbeams, No matter how hard your poetry ribbons try. They are simply not moonbeams. So don't expect me to stay too long. You can't give me rain. Salty tears don't quite cut it. They are simply not rain. So don't expect me to stay too long. You can't give me fire. No matter how intriguing your nipples are sometimes, They are simply not fire. So don't expect me to stay too long. You can't give me wind, Because you need it. So I changed my mind, I will stay, And I will see you when you pass through. August

For Gail
Violets are violet Roses rose colored Reading your poem Has left me befuddled Now don't think I'm cruel Now don't think I'm jaded Your poem has left me A bit twitter-pated Can it really be true? With the linger and pining My heart skips a beat (And thanks for not whining) "Master August" you call me I blush at your praise (Better tell John So he'll give me a raise.) You know, of your absence I could never grow fond Come on April 10th Why must you take so long? I pine for your coos Tickles and kisses I'll try to make Portland To grant you these wishes Till then by my screen I will wait all the time So end my suspense And send me a rhyme August

A Funny Name
What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Then why does my name spark reaction? It's a common name, Though not for commoners. It is a name for kings and great men. It is a name of respect. Why then, do people laugh? The name itself means "to be honored." Why should that be funny? Is it because a month holds the same name? And if so, that's hardly my fault. Why should I be troubled? Maybe it's because, There are so many ways to say the name, Or a part of the name, And still have it mean the same thing. There's Augie, Gus, Augustus. . . It seems like there's more than that. . . I've been called so many things. . . But maybe there's a good side to this too. Maybe I can get away with all the things I do, Because of my name. "That's August, he's crazy, You can tell just by listening to his name." Now I admit that I march to the beat of a different drummer, And I admit that I have done, And still do, some crazy things now and then. . . But I

Geek
People say I'm crazy People say I'm a geek People say I'm a nerd People say I'm a creep My friends say I'm OK A little weird but all right My parents say there's no way That I'll ever turn out right I listen to the radio I memorize the words I hear things inside myself That no one's ever heard I used to live inside myself Afraid to let anyone in I should have known that nobody out there Would understand just where I've been I read my books and poetry I understand them all I have built these walls around myself I have made them strong and tall I once thought that I found someone Who wanted to come in To share with me, her secrets And show me where she's been But just like all the other times It never worked out right We each wanted something different So we parted after a fight Then, there was someone else We needed each other as friends We keep each other inside ourselves Hoping it will never end I give to you the story of my life Laugh

Ghost
Some people touch the lives of men. Some people take a stand. But I cannot touch anything, With my shadow of a hand. My presence isn't really known. I'm a dream that some recall. But I never really leave my mark, Not a single scratch at all. No home to keep, I roam the land. My footsteps leave no trace. Invisible, I haunt the globe, Still searching for my place. I once thought I was Captain. "I'm a buccaneer!" I'd boast. But in truth, I'm not out chasing dreams, I'm really just a ghost. August

Gifts (a Letter To My First)
The hairbrush is gone The first gift you ever gave me I balked at the time But I loved it It was my little piece of you Now it's in a landfill somewhere Covered with the teeth marks of that damned dog The sunglasses are gone, lost On one of my many adventures Two dollars well spent on a cheap piece of plastic Every time I held them I thought of you The last of your gifts Swept away by life And what of the gifts I gave you? As hard as I try I can recall only one My most prized, kept my whole life Entirely intangible Do you treasure it as I did? Or has it evaporated into thin air With the hairbrush and the sunglasses? August

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Glance
There it was, The look I had been waiting for The expression that says "I anticipate" "I hunger" "I burn" She showed me that look And I was filled with an incredible euphoria But the look was not for me And it bothered me, That the pair of eyes for which it was intended Didn't see it Didn't look for it Didn't hunger for that look It was wasted August

Golden Gifts
"you disappoint me in the way that you behave, and how you treat me." And I'm greeted with a slamming door. "Happy Father's day" I mutter as I walk away. My mind stumbling back across the years. Tripping flat. . . across each disappointment. The week before Christmas, Thrown out into the cold. No shirt. . . no shoes. . . no respect. What a disappointment I was, I survived. Even though you told the neighbors, And the police, That I ran away. What a disappointment. Every stumble, Every fall, And I can't seem to land on my face. And through this haze of resentment I wonder, Does the Chrysler building resent it's foundation? Does it dream of marble instead of concrete? Can this skyscraper admit. . . That without it's base, however flawed, It would crumble. Happy Father's Day My gift to you is silence. No retort to your slammed door. The last word is yours. It's over, you win. I'm the disappointment. August

G.o.p. Creed
I am a republican. A member of the American National Republican Party. Because I am proud of the organization I represent, I will always act in ways credible to the Republican Party, and the nation it serves. I will hold myself and my fellow Republicans to a higher standard of conduct, specifically when meeting those of opposing views. I will debate any issue on the merits, and never let a debate denigrate to name calling, or violence. Nor will I stand by and watch other republicans do so. I will treat my fellow Republicans, and my adversaries, with respect at all times. I will police my own organization. I will not hesitate to denounce a party member who has behaved disgracefully. For that individual represents me as well as the rest of the party. I will support free speech. Particularly when it disagrees with my own views. I will defend another's right to disagree with me. I will be open to new ideas, regardless of their source. I will be committed to being open minded, a

Rough Sex Facts
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Grady Cooper & Rebecca Ann Kizziar
August second, nineteen ninety-seven Remember this day For this is the day of your wedding The whole is now greater than the sum of it's parts. Remember the love you feel this day. Remember it. . . When he leaves the seat up. . . When she's "in a mood". . . When he forgets to take out the trash. . . When she forgets to recap the toothpaste. . . Remember. . . you're a team. You're together forever, this is it. To have and to hold. For richer, for poorer, In sickness and in health, Through rain and shine, And most of all, All of those days that are only partly cloudy. Remember Rebecca, Remember Grady, When your partner deserves your love the least, That is the exact moment that they need it the most. Be slow to anger and quick to apologize. Speak your love often. Show your love always. And remember this day. August

Elsa......
HI......thanks for reading this.......I need to explain this to my friends........I am owned.....by a absolutely wonderful man.....he is my ...MASTER...some of you won't understand it...it is not what you may be thinking...it is a good thing.....he is guiding me in my exploration of myself...and my pleasures........he keeps me focused.......helps me make the right choices.....we are friends above anything else......and that is what makes this a truly wonderful experience.....I am a strong independent woman...and giving him this control....empowers me!Feel free to ask questions.....I am very open about it.....I have much respect and adoration for this person....my Master......my friend.....and I hope you will respect that......I can have but one Master....so...please don't ask me to disrespect him....I'm sure you understand.......I can ...however...still have fun.....but keep in mind...he does own my body...(what a BIG job...lol)so...please don't ask me to share it with you......take wh

The Great Mike
This poem doesn't make any sense. This poem goes on and on. It's not really a poem. It's just senseless rambling. . . and thus defines me. I am the senseless rambler. The man at the bus stop who mumbles to the wall. The man on the strip who talks to the lamppost. They are all me. Only I am more fortunate than most. I am not in the buffet line muttering about turkey gravy. My audience has ag. . . No wait. . . That came out wrong. My audience has agreed not to throw things or lock me away. The Java junkies are suckers for endless babble in the name of art. Here, have a tarot card. Good poetry, bad poetry, songs, screams, creative filibusters. . . even empty silence. . . hell, even full silence. I could ramble on and on. No really. . . I could. Is it my turn? If it's not I could go anyway. I'M IN CHARGE! August

Grenades & Spam
Join the Army, be a man. Talk to me, I'm Uncle Sam. Every morning, with the sun, We get up, and run run run. For breakfast, it's green eggs and spam! Courtesy of Uncle Sam. I'll teach you how to shoot a gun. We do this after our morning run. Now doesn't all this sound like fun? To run in the sun and shoot a gun? Now in the Army, every day, There's a push-up game we like to play. And you can play this fun game too! How many push-ups can you do? Another thing we do all day, Is play the game "Grenades Away" Is it fun? Well I should say, It's always fun the Army way. At nite time after all our games, The sergeant calls us funny names. He says he has a great new game, Marching, marching in the rain! Just think of all the games we'll play, If you'll just sign your life away. Take my pen and sign today, And we'll play games the Army way! I do not want your funny names. I won't do push-ups in the rain. I will not sign. I will not train. I will not play your Arm

The Guru
"you're a poet, right?" At last, a question I know the answer to. "Yes." Go with simplicity. "So then you know stuff right?" "Yes." What the hell, it worked once. "Great. What do I need to know?" Don't laugh, don't laugh. The coffee house steps are the new mountain. If he thinks that you're the Guru. . . There are worse fates. "What is it that you seek?" Solomon eat your heart out. "I wanna know how to do what you do." Ok Solomon, you can come back now. "What do I need to know for the open mic?" At last, a question I know the answer to. "Be confident." "Be brief." "If you can't be brief. . . Be spectacular." "Keep it simple" "If you can't keep it simple. . . Make your transitions short." "Remember your audience, Don't try their patience." "Believe in your words, Or no one else will." "And most importantly. . . When you're finished. . . Let people know." August

Pieces Of Mind - Faced Union
During transition of time Skin of life grows old. The dreams and images that ferment as boundaries of reality fade in meaning. Burrowing inside itself, Ever deeper through blankets of mist Where only a glimmer can be seen It only leaves a whisper of those faded From brilliant strength. It’s glow rarely disruptive, Yet blinding when it comes. NOW SEE Open that barricade. Raise that road that was covered in flood rain for all that time. And with all truth, let two opposing forces… See an ally. So strong these two wage for triumph, And seek higher ground IT’S TIME TO STEP OUT OF THE DARK AND REMOVE THAT MASK I AM READY WE ARE ONE I AM FULL

Happily Ever After
I wish I had a horse. Yes, It'd have to be a horse. Because then, I could jump onto my trusty stallion, And together, we could race across the countryside, After you. And you would see me on my charger, Obviously larger than life. And you would realize that yes, We should give this a shot. Happily ever after is an attainable goal. But I'd need a horse. It wouldn't work without the horse. The hero doesn't chase the girl in a Geo Metro. The stalker does, but not the hero. I wish I had a horse. I wish I had a carrier pigeon. Yes, that'd work. I'd send you a poem on wings of love. You'd receive it, and read it, and know, That we were meant for each other. Happily ever after has our names on it. But it'd have to be a carrier pigeon. Email just doesn't cut it. Because I was a geek before it was cool. I wish I had a carrier pigeon. I wish I had a kingdom. Yeah, a kingdom, that'd work. I could offer it to you, Risk it for you, Lead it into battle for you sword

A Story I'll Probably Never Finish Or Edit
Buffalo? Fuck. No one voluntarily goes to Buffalo. I mean, as a general rule. It's the type of place you are born in and don't leave. It's the type of place you go for a meeting when your client buys some shitty company there and then you spend the whole time you're in town feeling like you have the hantavirus and the only possible antidote is getting the fuck out of Buffalo fifteen minutes ago. It's the type of place that's on the national news every once and a while because some guy flipped out and killed someone at Wendy's or it snowed a lot again or they annexed themselves to Canada or what the fuck ever. But you don't get in your car on a sunny Sunday afternoon and drive to fucking Buffalo. It isn't done. Except, apparently, when it is. So anyway, I was having half a pack of jerks come in from out of town. My friend Joe was flying back from Seattle where he lives with his probably illegal immigrant Mexican au pair wife (obviously). Joe was tech

How It Starts
And it starts with the peacock Feathers bright, strutting his stuff Flogger hanging from his belt Peacocks, the most ferocious beast. . . . . .of the petting zoo. So it goes to the bull Muscles rippling Horns sharpened, Flashing his knives amid his leathers. A little obvious if you ask me. Domesticated creatures don't do it for me. But it's hard to fear camouflage So my freedom is to go unnoticed The deadly spider. . . waits. It starts with your neck Tight in my hands A gasp as your breath is lost So it continues in your eyes The surprise, trepidation, fear. . . But you ain't felt nothing yet. The spider sits and waits Counting every insult Seething at being overlooked Revenge is the art of the spider. You're going down As I vary your torments Breath, pinch, slap, cut. . . Just a bit at first. I want you to realize your mistake. Nobody fears camouflage. But it starts. . . August

I'll Be There For You
When the creek gets high and dry And you've broken our canoe Well don't begin to worry Because I'll be there for you I'll pour the creek more water And fix your boat like new And it's just my way of saying Heather, I love you. When the road gets long and dusty And you've worn out your best shoe Without any hesitation I'll be there for you I'll sew your soles so nicely You'd think they were brand new And it's just my way of saying Heather, I love you. When you're feeling lost and lonely With no one to talk to Just smile, sit, and wait for me. Because I'll be there for you. I'll listen to your troubles Maybe tell a joke or two I love to make you smile because Heather I love you. You may wonder why I'm saying this What purpose could there be The reason that I'm here for you Is that you're always here for me I'll never let you down Just you wait and see And until we are together I'll be loving you, love me. August

Swallow
He had a lot to say, He knew the ropes well. But he knew them from example. I've walked many miles. I've seen the moon many times, how loud are you? Are you prepared for me. Am I prepared? know my soul, know me well. I'll pull you down, I'll watch you drown and not notice. I don't mean this recklessness, I don’t want to hurt you But I'll only destroy you. Help me care for you. Help me understand. My skin may fade from you, pull my blanket close- I don't mind. Just don't get stuck in this world, not with my dilutions. Don't let me swallow you!

Investments
Call me. Invest a quarter in our relationship. Let me be secure in the illusion, That if you spend a quarter for me, You will gladly walk across hot coals, Just to be by my side. I can convince myself that if you call, You are reaching for me across the wires. Give me the illusion that I am being pursued. Call me. Call me. Invest a few minutes of your day in our relationship. This will prove to me, That every waking moment you spend away from me, Is really agony to you. That you could so easily set aside precious time to talk to me. Call me. Call me. For every call is an investment, A precedent, A promise. It says that we are going somewhere, Instead of nowhere. It says we are connected. It declares that there is a future On which we can sit, And look back on all those promises, All those phone calls, All those investments. Call me. August

It's Out Of The Way Now.
So she says to me; "You've just made the biggest mistake of your life!" And I really had to think about that. Because I've crammed an awful lot of mistakes Into the past twenty-six years. Now we're not just talking, About when I shoved that copper wire, Into the electrical socket Or when I told my mother, What I really thought of her meatloaf. Those are pretty minor league compared to others. Like the time I asked my Drill Sergeant; "Drop what?" Or the time I let her kiss me, Although I knew she was pledged to another. I have made mistakes that have launched me across oceans, As well as continents. My mistakes have hurled me into as well as out of, Military service, broken houses, sleepless nights, And way too many relationships to recall, And this is the biggest mistake of my life? Oh well, At least I've gotten it out of the way. August

The Juggling Song
(to the tune of 'Turkey In the Straw.') Well I got a set of beanbags and I practice every day And I'm gettin' pretty good 'cause I can hear the people say; "He can juggle up above his head and juggle to the side He could juggle with a blindfold should he ever feel inclined." (Chorus) Juggle today, Juggle tonight. Throw things at your friends and there's never a fight You'll be glad you practiced all the time When the audiences tell you that you're doing really fine. I can juggle on the floor and I can juggle in a chair We can juggle all alone or we can juggle in a pair We can juggle face to face or we can juggle side to side We can juggle 'round another even if he's pretty wide Chorus Well I can juggle axes I can juggle magazines And I never juggle apples but I juggle tangerines I can even juggle bowling pins and other heavy stuff I can juggle flaming torches which is really pretty tough Chorus I can juggle on a mountain I can juggle on a plane. I c

Cold Awakening
Yellow skies, black clouds And transparent arrows Pointing to a black hole The sun was dead. The moon long lost, it fell behind that sheet that some call god STOP It pains to see the world you’ve created, It’s shaming to know I’ve helped. Can’t we open our eyes? But then we’d have to see THEIR AFRAID, The monsters in the window Are seen with blind eyes. THEIR AFRAID, The clock is running out And the turning hands are growing, Louder YOU CAN’T PRETEND NOT TO HEAR YOUR ALARM Wake up from your shackles, It’s time for your nightmare

Julie's Poem
So you really wanted a poem. O.K. fine, this poem is for you. Without preamble, without introduction. Because poets aren't any good at introductions, We're too busy pouring our existence onto paper, When the ink dries. . . There should be more. All the metaphors should have footnotes. Cliff Notes should print a guidebook to my poetry. How do you like your poem so far? What's that? Not what you expected? You expected the literary equivalent Of flowers and chocolate? Instead, you get a minestrone of ideas. An incomprehensible mix of ingredients, Put together for no other reason Then their availability. They were the leftovers. Like me. Because now we are apart, So all the laughter, tears, Sweaty nights, and frustrating moments, Are behind us now That door is closed, locked and chained. The last of your words ringing in my ears, With the slamming of that door. Without me having ever written you a poem. So here it is, your poem. Hope you like it. Can't talk now

Good And Bad This Is Me
I have done a LOT of things wrong in life, and few things right. When I look back at all the things I have done in my life, sometimes I have to laugh. You never know how things are going to turn out. Things I have done wrong: 1. Started Smoking 2. Cutting Class 3. Not minding my mom 4. Taking the car without permission 5. Sneaking out 6. Lying 7. Having Sex (thats a good thing too lol) 8. Drinking 9. Running away 10. Being bossy 11. Getting in peoples faces 12. fighting 13. Everything above times 10 (a lot more not enough room to put them all) Things I have done right 1. Having Sex (2 beautiful children) 2. Being a good mom 3. Being a good daughter 4. being there for my friends 5. Learning to stick up for myself. I told you a lot of bad a few good. But I wouldn't change a thing because thats what makes me who I am.

Dinner With Whatever - Part 1.
"I'm thinking of a number between one and ten," she said, putting down her wine glass. He looked up at her. "No," he simply stated. She paused for a moment. Peering across at him, her eyes narrowed in contempt, she resisted the urge to pick up her fork and stick it into his eye. Instead, she concentrated hard, sending awful thoughts his way, hoping his nose would start to bleed. He barely noticed her stare. Instead, he busied himself slicing up the steak on his plate. "Blood red rare," he always ordered. "I wanna hear it moo when you bring it to me." He thought his jokes were funny. No one else did, save for the odd waiter who assumed that laughing at his lame attempts at humor would increase their odds for a large tip. Little did they know, she thought. "I don't tip big," he'd say. Then he'd smirk. She'd cringe, knowing was what coming. "They want a big tip," he'd start, then pause for what he thought was a dramatic moment, his absurd comedic timing, "I'll give 'em a big

Friends. Can You Answer The Question?
Friends always seem to make you happy when you are down. Friends make you feel good when they are around. I'm glad I have a lot of people that I can call friends, Because without them this world would be something I wouldn't want to be around. For all of you who think you have friends here's a little tip. To know and have a friend means: To open your heart and expand your mind, because a friend will be there when you need them, and when you don't. They won't pull any punches when it comes to the truth of what you are doing. They will let you know when you are acting stupid. They will let you cry and not say a word or put you in check when you need it the most. A friend is someone you can count on when it seems the world is coming to an end, but will be there when you make accomplishment and cheer you on. With that being said I have a couple questions for you.... Do you have a real friend? Are you a real friend to someone? Before you answer, sit back and really

Miss Muffet I Presume?
On the blanket, a spider had landed, Walking his little spidey path. I had no interest in feeling his spidey feet, As they carried him across my bare leg. So I held out the paper, a compromise, A spidey ladder, a spidey lifeboat to safety! But Spidey wasn't going for it. He apparently thought my leg held much more adventure. An anonymous woman snatched the paper from my hand. She held it for this fickle spider and he climbed aboard. And I thought; 'How neat.' 'She likes saving spiders.' 'She is having fun being a spidey savior.' Suddenly, she overturned the spidey-raft, And unceremoniously dumped spidey into a bush. Much to my surprise, she turned to me and said; "Yeeech! I hate spiders." August

The Kiss
It was a kiss straight out of a storybook, The kind you feel in your toes. The kind that wars are fought over, Quests are ridden for, Dragons are slayed for, Kingdoms are lost for, It was that kind of kiss. And now I know what breathtaking means, What desire means, What meaning means, It was that kind of kiss. It was the kind of kiss that. . . spoke. It spoke of beginnings, It spoke of possibilities, It said, "I want you." It said "goodbye." It was that kind of kiss. It was the kind of kiss that. . . inspires. It was the kiss of a muse, Of a true love, Of a stranger. It was that kind of kiss. It was that kind of kiss. And like all kisses, It had to end. August

At The Table
Down to the felt. Don't bother to count your chips, You've been dealt a mighty blow. Excuse time; 'But I did everything right!' 'He shouldn't have done that.' 'I had bad cards.' Done now? There are other games. Other tables. This game appears to be too rich for you. Maybe this isn't your calling. Not everyone's cut out to be a gambler. Even if you turn this game around, Get off the felt, Grab the high stack, There'll still be other losses, Other upsets, Do you really want to go through that again? The dealer looks to me to see if I'm going to walk or play. I'm still licking my wounds. Maybe I should become a farmer, far less risk. Plowing fields, harvesting crops, dreaming of cards. At the table, I never dream of farms. Down to the felt. Don't bother to count your chips. I pick them up, Toss them into the pot, Blind. I'm a gambler, And I'm all in. August

Know Who You Are
From this day forward, Whomever dons the uniform is your brother. They are your family. They will understand, When you drink too much, Smoke too much, And even when you leap into a ditch, At the sound of backfire from a passing car. They will understand when you can't sleep, When you say; "I don't want to talk about it." When you bolt upright in bed, Sheets soaked with sweat and tears in your eyes, Choking down a scream in your throat. Be aware of these brothers. Even when the uniforms come off, And their glory days are long behind them. Be their brother when you hear them say; "Squared away" and "good to go" There is respect to be had, From all fighting men, From all who give up themselves To become a part of something greater. From all who survive. From this day forward, Know who you are. August

In A Fantasy World
In a fantasy world life is all peaches and cream. Everyone loves one another and there is no war. You don't have to lock your doors at night. And you always have the people you want are you around. You always have a smile on your face and love and peace in your heart. Unfortunatly, we do not live in a fantasy world. We all go through trials and tribulations. Alot of the time it feels as if we are in hell. You get hurt either emotionally, physically, or mentally. But we always seem to bounce back with a vengence. Stronger, more knowledgeable, and more careful. This is to all the people who live in a fantasy world. W A K E UP!!! Live life to the fullest and emerse yourself in the real world. You only get one shot so make the best of it. Smell the roses and look at the sky. Because you never know when it may be the last time you ever see, your kids, husband, mom, dad, sister, brother, best friend, or yourself. We will love and loose in life, but we al

A Lasting Impression
It's supposed to be easier than this. Your memory is supposed to fade, Like a photograph. My God it's been a year! Since I first saw you, Since I first touched you, Since I first spoke your name. And after all this time, I still remember. And there he he was. Jealous of our intimacy, Wanting to crack our code. Knowing that with every smile, Every wink, Every touch, Meant something that he couldn't fathom. And then you were gone. . . Quicksilver is not to be held, Save for a moment. No one understands Mercury better than I. But I still feel empty at your passing. It's been a year. That feeling should fade. It's supposed to be easier than this. August

Whats Up!
Well as many of you have noticed over the past couple months i haven't really been around... Working and taking care of my kiddos and trying to run a house by my self doesn't allow me much play time except Thursdays nights when i do go out! Mmm Gotta love the Gulch here in S.V for those that don't know what that is. Its pretty much a reg bar most the week but have lady dancers Wend & Thursdays (NO IM NOT DANCING) LOL well for money that is... Soo let me get to the point of this blog! Ive decided... I'm going to go ahead and leave Fubar.. Or what the fuck you want to call this place.. Meat Market???? Soo QUESTION is.... Do i delete my account fully or leave it and well do nothing with it.... Thing is i don't have time to chat with everyone and with adding me as a friend is only going to add another "cold" account... Now unless you only add people for points! Do as you will.. Point is my realty is better then this BOX.... Thank God!! So for those that really would like to keep in touch?

Letter From Exile
You asked for a letter. But what am I to say? What exactly is it that you want to hear? Do you want to hear that I miss you? I could tell you that I miss you. But that's not the truth. The truth won't fit in a simple single line. The truth won't look so good on paper. The truth is, that when you send me away. . . I feel relieved. I feel happy to be back in the one place that I'm comfortable in. The unknown. By myself, on my own. But that's not what you want to read. You want an invisible bond to link us together across the miles. That tether no longer exists. You severed the umbilical cord long ago. And I've long since given up on the idea of repairing it. You simply don't like me. Your mind is made up, and getting to know me won't change it. How I feel doesn't matter to you at all. So here's my letter from camp, Mom. Fifteen years late. I'm on my own and doing fine. With. . . indifference. Your son. August

Unseen Help
He was laid stricken with his back to the post of nocturnal lament to weep in his solemn content, was the only warmth our brow has tasted for such a length that we held on to those tears for fear that if they were lost, so would our humanity. We crawl amongst those mountains searching for something that we once knew, warmth guides us, our eyes useless and all senses numbed by pain. We only have our hearts and a dull sense of touch to guide us. crawling against the cold raptures of our caves and ravines feeling our way through, desperately seeking the warmth we once knew. We brave to climb to the top of the ravine to face the night, tossing and turning up to the top holding the trees for our support we brave to open the eyes that we hold sacred, and time after time find the darkness we’ve been thrust into. W

In The Corner Crying
Girls dance, and flirt with all the guys. People have fun, while time flies by. While I’m all alone in my own little world, I’m hearing all the things I’ve heard before. I’m gonna stay and endure the pain once more. For I know I can leave through that forbidden door. As I watch couples glide across the floor, I think of why my heart is turning sore. My tears fall and fall like rain. I’m hurting with very extreme pain. My stomach hurts, my hearts dying, ‘Cause I’m in the corner crying. Midnight came and gone like the wind. I wait at the window for the rise of the sun. I’m shivering as everyone else has fun. My head’s pounding like cement. I’m regretting the invite my friend sent. I’m in a lot of anger and I’m dying, Because I’m in the corner crying. I’m in the corner crying, Over heartbreak and sorrow. I’m in the corner crying, Wishing my heart will live tomorrow.

Love
She said to me, "I want to give you a reason to come back." And I thought; That must be love, A reason to come back. She gave me a memory, unlike any other. But aren't they all? I came back. Planning to stay. I had my reasons. But she was gone. And I wept. For I thought I had given her, A reason to wait. And I thought; That must be love, A reason to wait. And I realize, all alone, Love has no reason. August

Jokes, Jokes, Jokes......hahahahahaha
Body: Q.)What doesn't belong in this list: Meat, Eggs, Wife, and Blowjob? A.) Blowjob: You can beat your meat, eggs or wife, but you can't beat a blowjob. Q.) Why does a penis have a hole in the end? A.) So men can be open minded...... Q.) What's the speed limit of sex? A.) 68 because at 69 you have to turn around. Q.) What does a Rubix cube and a penis have in common? A.) The longer you play with them, the harder they get. Q.) What's the difference between your paycheck and your dick? A.) You don't have to beg your wife to blow your paycheck! Q.) Three words to ruin a man's ego... A.) "Is it in?" Q.) What do you get when you cross Raggedy Ann and the Pillsbury Dough Boy? A.) A red headed bitch with a yeast infection. Q.) How can you tell when an auto mechanic just had sex? A.) One of his fingers is clean. Q.) What do you do with 365 used rubbers? A.) Melt them down make a tire, and call it a Goodyear. Q.) What does bungee jumping and hookers have i

Mr. String
On the blanket, a spider had landed, Walking his little spidey path. I had no interest in feeling his spidey feet, As they carried him across my bare leg. So I held out the paper, a compromise, A spidey ladder, a spidey lifeboat to safety! But Spidey wasn't going for it. He apparently thought my leg held much more adventure. An anonymous woman snatched the paper from my hand. She held it for this fickle spider and he climbed aboard. And I thought; 'How neat.' 'She likes saving spiders.' 'She is having fun being a spidey savior.' Suddenly, she overturned the spidey-raft, And unceremoniously dumped spidey into a bush. Much to my surprise, she turned to me and said; "Yeeech! I hate spiders." August

Do You Smell That?
DO YOU SMELL THAT? A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. "I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could. "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one." Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely f

How A 7 Yr Old Learns About Sex....funny As Hell
how a 7 year old learns about sex.....funny as hell Little Johnny was 7 years old and like other boys his age rather curious. He had been hearing quite a bit about 'making out' from the older boys, and he wondered what it was and how it was done. One day he took his question to his mother, who became rather flustered. Instead of explaining things to Johnny, she told him to hide behind the curtains one night and watch his older sister and her boyfriend. This he did. The following morning, Johnny described EVERYTHING to his mother. "Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while, then he turned off most of the lights. Then he started kissing and hugging her. I figured 'Sis must be getting sick, because her face started looking funny. He must have thought so too, because he put his hand inside her blouse to feel her heart, just the way the doctor would. Except he's not as smart as the doctor because he seemed to have trouble finding her heart. I guess he was getting

Mr. String
A friend of mine gave me a ring, And said that I must see the things, This man can do with only strings. "With string," he said "This man is king." This "King of string" was knot too tall, He was sort of stringlike after all. He said "Come on, we'll have a ball." "I'll show my tricks to one and all." He first said "Not, upon a string." And then with his wrist, did a fluid-like thing, And I thought him a bit of a ding-a-ling, For indeed, it was, upon the string. He next said "Not, behind the back." But indeed, behind him was where it was at. "Not around the foot, not from above." Each time he said "not" but then, there it was. He threw "slips" and "normals" and "cosmics" too, And more than one around his shoe. Then upon a bottle he placed anew, A golf ball! Then he strung that too! I approached him and said; "Mr. String you're hot" "I really liked your show a lot." "Can you tell me what it is you've got?" He grinned and replied, "you know. . . . . .I th

Wouldn't It Be Nice.
Wouldn't it be nice if you could see this type of wonderous magic every night. This is one of my favorite pictures, So calm, so serine. When I look at this picture it makes me feel as how can anything go bad when you have beautiful surroundings like this. I think in life we take alot for granted. The sky, the earth, the flowers and trees. In my heart I beleive that if we all we would take a step back for just 10 minutes and really look around. We would all see something we never have before, even though it may have been right in front of us all the time. In life I personally have taken alot for granted, and I wonder why. There is such beauty around us at all times but we seem to ignore it and find things to bitch about. We all do it some time during the day. Just once I would like to go outside sit on my swing and just waste the day away. Listening to the birds, the wind, and the creek. Looking at the trees and sky, because the way things go in this world, you nev

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Can You Take Control Of You?
Lets start out by saying I personally am very open to new things and ideas. I love to argue, ethier side. I can remove myself from it and see both sides. I like to stir debate. I recently summited the question, is the number 13 lucky or unlucky, to a mumm. I placed no beleaf ethier way in the question. I did however use the example of gambling. The gambling side drew way more response than the original question. I recieved comments from how I was precieved to what I should do with me life. I'm not supersticiuos. I don't beleave in dumb luck. Things happen because thats life. We can influence certain things but not outright control them. However, some of the commits got me thinking, why would some one that or assume certain things. I don't have a gambling problem, but since I said I gambled people inplied I did. I never said I was in debt, had lost my job or any other thing realted with gambling. But I should do other things with my money. Key words my MONEY! In order to get at the root

Awesome Sex Facts......
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Rating My Pics
if you are going to rate my pics and then leave nasty lil comments on my kids' pics you WILL be banned!!!! no questions about it... dirty comments on their pics.... you will be turned in, other parents have pics of their kids on here and i don't feel that i did anything wrong by postin my teenage girls in their party dresses for my oldest sweet 16 party or summer shots in thier shorts... got a problem with my pics come to me directly, don't leave mean messages on their pictures!!!!!!

Muses & Love
Sometimes I lose the words. And I'm a poet. . . So it's not as if they're behind the couch. And you'll never believe that I'm swept away. When normally, the words flow from my tongue with ease. As if I'd been practicing for years. But you can't lie in a poem. This isn't rehearsed. I'm winging it here. I'm making it up as I go, But that's not quite. . .accurate. I'm not, making it up. I'm thinking it, I'm living it, I'm breathing it, I'm being it into existence. I'm writing it down, Because you can't lie in a poem. The muses won't allow it. And one of those muses, Is a six foot two inch tall, blond, German Dominatrix in full fetish gear, Who only visits me twice a year, and doesn't leave until she's completely satisfied. And yet sometimes. . . I lose the words. And I stare mutely into your eyes. Where in God's name is the leather fraulein when I need her? Because you won't believe in love at first sight. Not from a poet. Not from a charmer. Not from me. But

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Tips for Handling Telemarketers Three Little Words That Work !! (1)The three little words are: 'Hold On, Please...' Saying this, while putting down your phone and walking off (instead of hanging-up immediately) would make each telemarketing call so much more time-consuming that boiler room sales would grind to a halt. Then when you eventually hear the phone company's 'beep-beep-beep' tone, you know it's time to go back and hang up your handset, which has efficiently completed its task. Thes e three little words will help eliminate telephone soliciting. (2) Do you ever get those annoying phone calls with no one on the other end? This is a telemarketing technique where a machine makes phone calls and records the time of day when a person answers the phone. This technique is used to determine the best time of day for a 'real' sales person to call back and get someone at home. W hat you can do after answering, if you notice there is no one there, is to im

"tips For Giving Head" Testimonials
giving head....... 1. If you hate the taste of cum, tell your boyfriend/husband to eat pineapples for about 2 days before, and it will taste sweeter. - Anonymous, Virginia 2. Some women don't like to swallow semen because of the sharp sensation it leaves in their throat. And there is nothing much to do about that. What I found to be the next best thing (possibly even better) is that she slowly lets it ooze out of her mouth while sucking (best done while sitting up). - Rob, Europe 3. At first I was afraid to swallow. But then my best friend said the best thing to do is suck on Tic Tacs before sucking on a cock. And she was right. - Melissa, U. S. 4. I would recommend putting something sweet in your mouth before you swallow and get tongue ring. Gives your guy a better experience. - Ann, Iowa 5. The most obvious thing to do is use a condom. It may not be as pleasurable to your partner than it would be without it, but hey, it is better than nothing, right? I mean, you should not hav

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My Best Time
Well, she wasn't eighteen She was closer to forty And she didn't have a body like a supermodel More like an aging housewife There were scars on her stomach And she was self conscious about them But I wasn't there to see her scars I was there to hear her laugh I was there to drink in her eyes I was there because every time she looked at me. . . Every time she touched me. . . Every time she called me love She made me believe That there was nowhere else on earth That she would rather be, Than in my company right then And I was nervous It wasn't as if I'd never. . . Just, not a lot. . . The wine was good The lights went off The music came on Dun dun dun da da dun dun Dun dun dun da da dun dun That song from Queen I think Dun dun dun da da dun dun Dun dun dun da da dun dun Under Pressure And the beat was playing havoc with my rhythm And the wine was threatening my stamina But still she called me love She kept telling me, In a hundred subtle ways This was whe

My Love
My love for you is like a chain saw, Rough-cutting the forest of my resolve. My love for you is like a train wreck, Determined to happen, horrible yet fascinating. My love for you is like a fable, The longer it goes, the more meaning I find. My love for you is like a gargoyle, Meant to frighten evil, but sometimes frightens all. My love for you is like a cave, Dark and dangerous, but exiting. My love for you is like a madness. (No explanation necessary.) My love for you is like a cancer, Eating away at me from the inside. My love for you is total, Just thought you'd like to know. August

I Am Taking A Vacation
Well i am taking a vacation that is LONG needed!!! I leave sunday to spend my birthday somewhere with ome one that is VERY specialto me!! I get a break from al the stress and drama and KIDS!!! lol evenh tho my kids are about grownh... they are still up my butt all the time lol. but If my friends send me messages or anything i hope that they dont think that i am ignoring them cause i doubt seriously that i willbe online at all while i am gone. AI will be home around the 12th or 13th. at taht time i will anwer all that is left but til Sunday morning i ma here lol hugs and much luv' me.......

Never **** With A Juggler
I was In the Army. (Hard to believe, but true.) My duties that day were to be on gate guard. I received a phone call from inside the main building, so I handed the gate key to my friend Doogie. When I returned, Doogie was gone! And sitting by the gate, surrounded by his evil henchmen, was my arch-nemesis, Stewart. Obviously, Doogie was called away, and the key was in the hands of one of these mindless goons. Things did not look well for our hero. "Who has the key?" I asked. "You're the gate guard. Why don't you have the key?" sneered Stewart. I was not about to fall for his little game. Before I had come back outside, Stewart had been bragging to his cronies. "Watch this, I'm gonna **** with August." "Stewart," I challenged, "Give me the ****ing key." (I apologize, but we really did talk that way back in the Army.) "Here!" cackled Stewart, and with a flick of his hand, he threw the keys point blank at my chest. Now nearly everyone I know will be happy to verify the

Noise
I'm the host, if that's ok. I mean if it's not ok I. . . Well I guess I can't do anything about it, So I hope it's ok. Since I am the host, I'd like to read If that's ok If you don't mind, Are you sure? I want to read about. . . My body parts and. . . My sordid relationships, And my under-active hypothalamus gland. But I won't talk about sex! Is that ok? I'm the host. August

Creamy Italian Chicken
Creamy Italian Chicken 6 boneless chicken breasts 1/2 cup butter 1 pkg dry italian salad dressing mix 1 can cream of mushroom or chicken soup 1/2 cup white wine or 1/2 c. chicken broth 4 oz. onion & chive cream cheese pkg angel hair pasta (cook according to box directions) Place chicken in crock pot. In sauce pan melt butter. Stir in italian salad dressing mix, soup, cream cheese & wine. Pour over chicken. Cook on low for 4-5 hours. Pour over cooked angel hair pasta or any kind of noodle you desire.

Nothing So Original
As I walked through the darkness I was startled by the light. Not scared or uplifted, just surprised. It flashed for half a second Deep into the night. And I'll never know the reason why it came. This is the story of darkness And how it came to light Nothing so original Nothing so out of sight In darkness there is comfort In light you are alone. Does it have to be one or the other? Is there a combination of both? The combination is tricky You're never quite sure where you stand. Darkness and light is quite a mix You go there when you can. When I was in darkness I didn't feel alone. It was only when the light came in That I saw what was my home. It showed me that when darkness came I just couldn't see what was there But what was there was nothing There was nothing anywhere. I've made my peace with darkness I live inside the gray. Just enough darkness for cover Just enough light for day August

Coca Cola Sloppy Joes
Coca-Cola Sloppy Joes 1 1/2 pounds lean ground beef or turkey 1 large onion, chopped 1 cup Coca-Cola 1 cup thick, tomato-based barbecue sauce 6 hamburger buns In a nonstick skillet over medium-high heat, brown the beef or turkey with the onion until onion is soft and meat is no longer pink, about 5 to 10 minutes. Reduce heat to medium; stir in cola & barbecue sauce continue to cook, stirring occasionally, until sauce is thickened to desired consistency, another 10 to 15 minutes. Season to taste with salt & pepper. Toast cut side of buns, if desired, under broiler or in a skillet. Heap mixture onto buns. Serve.

Hey Come One Come All
COME ON EVERYONE. LETS SHOW THE GHOST RIDER A LITTLE HALLOWEEN SPIRIT. HE NEEDS 11,4OO COMMENTS TO WIN HIS 3 MONTH V.I.P, SO HIT THE LINK BELOW AND COME JOIN THE CREEPY FUN. HIT THE GOOD FELLOW AS HARD AS YOU CAN. I KNOW YOU ALL CAN DO IT. Fire My Words

Nothing So Original (rewrite)
It flashed for half a second Deep into the night. And I'll never know the reason why it came. This is the story of darkness And how it came to light Nothing so original Nothing so out of sight In darkness there is comfort In light you are alone. One extreme or the other. A combination of both? A tricky combination. Never quite sure where I stand. Darkness and light is quite a mix I go there when I can. When I was in darkness I didn't feel alone. It was only when the light came in That I saw what was my home. It showed me that when darkness came I just couldn't see what was there But what was there was nothing There was nothing anywhere. I've made my peace with darkness I live inside the gray. Just enough darkness for cover Just enough light for day August

Apple Cobbler In The Crock
Apple Cobbler in the Crock 4 medium tart apples 1/2 cup honey 1 grated rind and juice of 1 lemon 1 dash cinnamon 5 tbs butter 3/4 cup natural cereal with nuts and fruits Oil to grease pot Grease side of your crockpot lightly with oil. Core, peel and slice apples; place in crock. Add honey, lemon rind, lemon juice and cinnamon. Combine butter and cereal. Add to crock; mix thoroughly. Cover. Cook on Low for 6 to 8 hours or High for 2 to 3 hours. Serve with vanilla ice cream or whipped topping, if desired.

Game Day Recipes
Grilled Wicked Wings Prep Time : 45 Minutes (Soak Time 30 Minutes) Cook Time: 15-20 Minutes Per Batch Yield : 2-3 lbs. Per Batch as determined by Grill Size Ingredients: Brine: 1 Gallon Cold Water ½ Cup Table Salt 1 Cup Sugar Or Inject ¼ tsp. Cajun Injector Brine Solution in each Wing Segment Olive Oil Cajun Shake Seasoned Salt or Louisiana Wicked Wing Seasoning Original Louisiana Wing Sauce Preparation: Separate Wings at joints and discard wing tips. Rise Wings in cold water and immerse in Prepared Brine. Stir occasionally. After 30 minutes, drain and blot dry with paper towels. Brush wings lightly with Olive Oil and lightly sprinkle with seasoning. Grill over medium heat (350-400 F.) Grill for 3-5 minutes per side for 15-20 minutes until skin is crisp and brown, and juices run clear. As always with poultry, be careful not to undercook. The goal is to produce wings with a crispy skin, yet still be juicy inside. You can also experiment with a two layer

What The Hell?
I started seeing this woman a couple of weeks ago and I am not sure on how to take it all. Everything started out good as always. I bought her everything that she needed whenever she asked for them. The last night I went to see her I bought her a dozen roses with a vase, made her a cd and wrote her a special message on the card. I have done everything for that woman and now she says that she needs time to get herself straight when she is the one who asked me out!!!! I dont understand this. Time is what I gave her. I only went over there when she asked me to come over. I dont understand women and why when they have a man that is supportive,caring, and will do anything for them they decide to push them away. What am I doing wrong?????

A Nigga Has 4 Different Types Of Girls..
A nigga has 4 different types of girls.. 1. Wifey 2. Boo 3. Bitches 4. Ho's 1)Wifey is irreplaceable.. but she is the only one that is irreplaceable.. She is the girl that the guy loves and will always loves, and he never wants to see her with another man.. But.. He will cheat on her with Boo, Bitches, and Ho's until he is mature enough to realize that if he loses Wifey he would be screwed, and NEVER be happy again.. 2) Boo is replaceable, she thinks she's Wifey, but will NEVER be Wifey because Wifey was made Wifey is irreplaceable.. she can NEVER replace her.. Boo tries to take Wifeys spot, but once she attempts, the guy allows her to get a TASTE of Wifey's spot... but will NEVER achieve her spot for any longer than a few months, then the man goes back to Wifey.. And Boo either gets replaced with another Boo, or, the man matures and decides that Wifey is the one for him.. (Ladies.. you don't want to be BOO) 3) Bitches.. A female that a male uses only for sex or o

Ode To Agnes Depesto
Part I. You called me on the telephone, But as you can tell, I'm not at home. Now don't begin to whine and moan, Just leave your message at the tone. Part II. You might be tired, you might be hurried, You might even, be scared or worried. I'm not here now, but don't you weep, Just leave your message, at the beep. August

Ode To My Hat
I'm only a hat And I stay in my place Up there on your head Making shade for your face I'm only a hat The mark of true wit I sit slightly askew Just awaiting each tip I'm only a hat And my uses are many As to questions of style. . . You know I have plenty. August

Offering
I don't know what to offer you. I'm a poet, So you know I'm not rich. Any good looks I have, Are merely a trick of the light. I don't know what to offer you. I'd be your champion in war, But my warring days are in my past. I'd be your genius, But when I look at you, I know that will never be. I can't even offer you witty conversation. You turn me into a fool. In your presence I'm soaring, Flying, Falling, Drooling, Giggling, Dying, I'll be your fool. And that's my final offer. August

Selfishness
He said to her: “I don’t care what you think I don’t care how you feel I’ll do what I want I’m not willing to deal Sure, I love our life But I want this too You can take it or leave it It’s up to you I am who I am I live as I please I make no excuse Now get down on your knees NO, you say You won’t do as I ask Well, whatever, I’ll get another for that task I’m not hurting you I’m just taking what’s mine And if you don’t like that Well, I guess that’s fine After all it’s your choice To stay or to go All you need to do is Say “Yes, Sir”; not no So My way or yours What will it be Just make up your mind And do it quickly Your time has run out I’ve got things to do I’m tired of waiting This is not about you It’s simply about Me having it all I’d like you there But if you’re not that’s your call Here are the choices you have There’s no middle ground Stay and accept all that I do If you can’t do that then don’t hang around And r

Oh That Is Just Sooo Cliché
Can you believe that? What's your sign? Can I buy you a drink? Everybody's doing it man. As if. . . Whatever. . . A watched pot never boils. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush If you kill two birds with one stone. Why, there's more than you can shake a stick at. You don't say. . . A stitch in time saves nine. Well I'll be. . . Haven't we met before? Was it in Paris? If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me? Take a long walk off a short pier. Walk west till your hat floats. Get lost Take a hike Drop dead Don't do me any favors. Trust me. I'm not that kind of girl. But will you respect me in the morning? Who loves ya baby? Alice, you're the greatest. He's dead Jim. To the Batcave Robin! All righty then. Hey dude Awesome man Groovy Like, totally tubular. Bitchin Hey buddy, spare a dime? Can I take your order? You want fries with that? But of course it's true. I'm on the spot here. Would I lie to you? Here's to you.

One Chance
That was it. The door is closed. You had your chance. I'm a one chance man, A true romantic. Anything can happen. Anything is possible. I throw caution to the wind, Wear my heart on my sleeve, I'm ready for anything. Except that. Except those words of yours that cut through me. Not like a knife, But rather like a branding iron. Which instead of leaving an imprint on the surface, Gouged through to my bones And scarred me, in the marrow. I may still enjoy your company, But you won't receive mine. I'll only give you what's on the surface. It won't be me. Or at least not any part that matters. I will never again expose my underbelly To that branding iron tongue of yours. You wounded me once, And therefore lose the opportunity To ever do so again. I should probably tell you all of this, But I won't. The old adage is true. Knowledge is power. And I'm through with giving power to you. It's a shame that this happened. I really did care for you. It's too bad th

On Mardi Gras, Hugh Hefner, And Exposure
Mardi Gras, certainly one of the most renowned parties of the world, where you can see all the babes, boobs, butts, and beers you could ever hope for. Where else would the Hefner limo be that week but in 'The Big Easy?' I found myself actually shaking hands with the ultimate man's man himself. (Great handshake by the way.) But this isn't an ass-kissing story to pay homage to the founder of Playboy. In the days that followed, men and women alike were captivated by the story of my encounter, and I began to wonder why. What is it about this man that appeals to so many? I decided that it wasn't the money. Wealth is more common than it used to be, and it still can't buy you charisma. No, the answer lay deeper. Flashback Two of my charming lady friends, (We'll call them Rebeca & Marie) were having a discussion about Victorian dresses, and more specifically corsets and the wonderful cleavage they provide. Marie, whose figure resembled that of an ironing board said; "No way, ain't hap

Pain
Holding onto the slats of the stairway My face pressed against the wooden bars A prisoner, struggling to hear the warden I hear their yells and I know I am helpless Pain is memory's glue It's what keeps things important It places value on ordinary life. On my bike with a mile to go I take the back way through the wood They won't look for me there I see the fallen tree and know Before I see the five of them I am helpless Pain is memory's glue It's what keeps things important It places value on ordinary life It's Christmas and the house is full I have a room mate for the holidays As the light goes out I know I am helpless Pain is memory's glue It's what keeps things important It places value on ordinary life I'm half dressed in the middle of winter He's drunk as I'm propelled out the door I'm at a disadvantage Far from helpless Pain is my friend It helps me focus It keeps me creative and strong I'm in a strange land when the rocket hits I'm

Im A Leo!
LEO: The Lion in bed Great talker. Sexy and passionate. Laid back. Knows how to have fun. Is really good at shit. Great kisser. Unpredictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Loyal.Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Great when found.

Hello Everyone Who Loves A Good Time!
My name is Tim Bone, I'm a married, professional stand-up comedian from southern illinois...I'm in my third year and things are starting to turn a corner from me....right now I am working shows in illinois, missouri, and indiana. Would love to hear from anyone who loves comedy, loves to laugh, and loves to have a good time. Can't wait to get started meeting new people in here, ya'll give me a shout!! Tim

For Paul
Send me a ticket for Christmas. A heart attack makes me travel. Death and weddings are the only things that get me to Jersey anymore. So I will put up with an airport at Christmas. I will tolerate my relatives. I will brush aside questions as to me financial welfare, my moving back to Jersey, my estranged father. I will ignore taunts from my mother and sister. I will do this because of your heart attack Paul. Paul. . .That's all I've ever called you. Although technically, Grandpa would be correct. Of all my relations, I have never crossed words with you. There are no slammed doors, or angry shouts in our past. There is only cozy conversation. About warm coats, hot pies, good meals, pretty lights on the Christmas tree, and always, a piece of candy. I am here in New Jersey, away from all control. I am at their mercy. But it's not so bad. I am not as angry as I used to be. So here I am, in a room full of people that really don't like each other, and everyone turns to me. I am the br

Moms Surgery!!
Well a year ago on oct. 12th my mom was seriously hurt at work, a tree fell on her and put her in the hospital. She was put in to an induced coma for 3 weeks. She had so many things wrong with her and still does. She has no use of her left arm at all beacuse the main vain in her harm was severed so the little vains in her arm had to take over. Im very thankful for my mom being here today. I tried blaming people for it but couldnt it was a freak accident the wind took it and blew it the wrong way. Well anyways she went to the doctors today for her evaluation on her arm and to meet all her doctors. NOV. 6th she goes in for surgery. Im excited because she'll be able to use her arm again not as good as we can but it will work. Im as nervous as she is but im glad its finally happening. Please Pray for and pray that everything is going to be alright and work out like we want. Thank you!!!

Perspective I.-vi.
I. My Eyes He's a giant of a man He wears a saintly glow With love and pride he teaches me All I'll need to know. With loving arms that hold me Friendly words and playful games A sense of humor, grace and charm I pray to turn out the same. II. His Eyes He's a noisy little thing But cute, I'll give him that He learns things quickly, like his Dad He's sharp, just like a tack. But small and fragile most of all Is what he seems to be He cannot make his way at all He must rely on me. III. My Eyes He's drained another bottle Ignore him, it's the beer Remember how he used to be Keep that image clear. You owe him for the things you are No matter what he does Know him for the man he is But love the man he was. IV. His Eyes He's always saying something smart What a noisy little brat He won't amount to anything You can depend on that. But weak and worthless most of all Is what he seems to be He cannot make his way at all But he'll get

The Silent Ranks
THE SILENT RANKS I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens. But I am in the military, in the ranks rarely seen. I have no rank upon my shoulders. Salutes I do not give. But the military world is the place where I live. I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get. But my husband is the one who does, this I can not forget. I'm not the ones who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line. But my job is just as tough. I'm the one that's left behind. My husband is a patriot, a brave and prideful man, and the call to serve his country, not all can understand. Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free. My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me. I love the man I married. Soldiering is his life. But I stand among the silent ranks, known as the Military Wife.

P.j.f.
'Twas a week before Portland And all through the houses The jugglers were busy Clicking their mouses! Sending out email With due date and time, To be sure all would know When each, would arrive. They'll be coming by car They'll be coming by plane, They'll be coming in droves Just to play in the rain. A family reunion Held every tax time Whose family? You ask Ask me, I'll say; "Mine." So MaryLou, David, Bring John Price, and Gail, And better bring Travis. (Go ahead, post his bail.) Come Mark, Shannon and Peter, Bronwyn & Gomez And please take some pictures So we can show them at Lopez. August

Broken...
In the end that is all I am.... Don't ask why... Don't try to look me in the eye.. Don't sing love songs told... Those are all lies.... Don't ask why... Don't say good-bye... Don't glace back as you go.. Don't pretent it isn't so.. Those are all lies... Becasue I am broken and fallen and I have no where to go up down...I am broken...fallen...and there is no one there to help.... lyrics - Seether Lyrics

Poem For The Asking
I don't want to write a poem. I've met my quota of self-expression for the week I have no need to write anything new Just because there's an open mic this week. . . You think I can't just listen, And not get up and read Just because I never have doesn't mean I can't. I don't want to write a poem I'm tired of arguing with my spell checker Do you have any idea how difficult it is To be the only poet who can't spell or type? I don't want to write a poem I have nothing to complain about Nothing spectacular has happened I have no emotional baggage that I need to unload I don't want to write a poem I can't think of anything funny Or clever, or sad. . . Or new I don't want to write a poem August

Mister Bear Sees Chicago
So my mistress moved out here a month ago, and she made me come too... but that's ok cause i dun wants her to go without me. It's nice here but it's getting colder... she still gets ice cream shakes though so is ok. She goes out at night alot, and gets drinking alot, but she always make shure i am there to takes care of her. I right more laterz. Mister Bear

Poems
I think that I shall never see A poem written just for free A poem written just for fun Without compulsion from anyone A poem not for looming deadlines And certainly not for fancy headlines A poem written from good and right And not from staying up all night No complaints of earthly woes Of righting wrongs or fighting foes No teenage angst upon the page No words of sorrow, fear, or rage "A poet's life is hard." It's said "No guarantee of daily bread." So poets, please do what you like I'm headed to the open mic August

Poem Slivers
There should be a poem here But I don't have one It's not ready It's still hiding behind my eyes Lurking beneath my fingertips Gestating in my brain There should be a poem here It should tell you how much I love you Or how fucked up the world is And it should mention frustration And ecstasy Or something about a statue Chipped from ancient stone There should be a poem here But there are only fragments Shards of ideas Poem slivers That can't yet have their own page But their time will come There should be a poem here One day there will be August

Too Much Judgement
I just don't understand people...in general...Especially people who reply to mumms. Sometime I put stupid stuff on there just for fun, but most of the timeit is serious stuff that I'd like an honest, but polite answer about. But people can't seem to be nice on this site...at least 90% of the people. I'm attractive and post revealing pictures so I get either I want to fuck you or your a whore. I'm a 19 almost 20 year old mother and I get some way to goes...but a majority of babies having babies or way to start your life tramp. When no one who comments really know who I am. I'm an intelligent woman...There is more to me than my looks or my age. I'm just happy that I take these judgements with a grain assult, but think about the individuals out there who saying things like this would really hurt their feelings or may change the way they think about themselves forever. Most of the people saying these things are adults...why can you all be mature? It is ridiculus. Also, women alway

Poet's Block
When you're a writer, things are pretty simple, There's grease stains on the keyboard And your desk smells. Like it was manufactured by KFC And to hell with coffee cups, Straight from the pot baby! I'm cranking out twenty pages a day here. Because I'm a writer And that's what writers do, they write! And if a day goes by that I don't write, It's called writer's block, And that spells disaster baby! Because it's a slippery slope that you just can't climb up Without an act of God to help you. But what if you're not a writer? What if you just write poetry. . . Every once in a while. What if you drink coffee only with friends, And you wouldn't be caught dead within half a mile of KFC. I'm an artist baby! It's my job to be misunderstood. So what happens if I don't write? One day. . .two days, Three months? Six? When does procrastination cross over into writers block? Where's the line? I don't know. But it's a good thing I thought of this and wrote it down. Becaus

Questions
"Why on earth do you love me? Where did I go right? What did I do to earn my way, Into your arms tonight?" And tears mixed with sweat, As we lay in warm embrace. An excess of emotion, Spent in way too small a space. I kissed her tears and stroked her hair. I sighed my biggest sigh. I thought; "I say I love you, And your response is 'Why?'" Her eyes met mine and searching. . . Pleading. . .groping for the truth, Accustom to rejection, Always needing proof. "I could go on about your beauty, Or how you sing your siren's song. I could claim it's your laugh, your lips, your eyes. . . Only I would know that's wrong." "The truth is. . .I've no idea, Why it is I love you so. I can only say when I'm near you, You make me want to grow. When you're near I watch my posture. I stand up straight and tall. You inspire me to ascend the heights, And never fear the fall." Her breathing eased, she'd gone to sleep. Her question satisfied. And I asked the silent

Rage
There is a time, In the future, When my forehead will not be wrinkled in fury. My breathing will not be so forced. My hands will not wring impulsively. This is all theory mind you. For all I know I could stay mad forever. But that doesn't sound like me. So I take it on faith. My pulse will slow. Not that I want it to. I WANT TO BE MAD! I WANT TO REVEL IN THE INJUSTICE THAT HAS BEEN HEAPED UPON ME! I WANT TO SHOUT FROM THE ROOFTOPS "YOU'RE NOT FAIR!" Theory says that this will pass. Experience says that this will pass. I don't want this to pass. I LIKE BEING MAD! I WAS WROnged! I get to be mad! Bold print and capitol letters seem to fade. It's really not in my nature to stay so upset. I am mad. You treated me unfairly. Now let's fix it. August

Italian Kids Vs American Kids
Italian kids vs American kids American kids: Move out when they're 18 with the full sup port of their parents. Italian kids: Move out when they're 28, having saved enough money for a house, and are two weeks away from getting married....unless there's room in the basement for the newlyweds. American kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings a Bundt cake, and you sip coffee and chat. Italian kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings 3 days worth of food, begins to tidy up, dust, do the laundry, and rearrange the furniture. American kids: Their dads always call before they come over to visit them, and it's usually only on special occasions. Italian kids: Are not at all fazed when their dads show up, unannounced, on a Saturday morning at 8:00 , and starts pruning the fruit trees. If there are no fruit trees, he'll plant some. American kids: Always pay retail, and look in the Yellow Pages when they need to have something done. Italian kids: Call their dad or u

Reflection Point
(My Weekend As Frosty The Snowman) Looking back on it all, I have to say, That I probably should have tried drugs Now I'm not saying, That drugs are a great lifestyle choice Or anything like that But it would be nice To have people look at me and say "It was the drugs that got him there." Scapegoats are hard to come by Especially when your head isn't lost, In an artificial haze No, there's nothing artificial, about this haze 97% curiosity, 2% stupidity, and 1% luck Should have tried drugs. August

The Race Is On
I feel tears wellin' up cold deep inside like my heart's sprung a big break and a stab of loneliness sharp and painful that I may never shake You might say that I was taking it hard since you wrote me off with a call But don't you wager that I'll hide in sarrow when I may lay right down and bawl Now the race is on and here comes pride in the backstretch Heartaches goin' to the inside My tears are holdin' back They're tryin' not to fall My hearts out of the runnin' True love's scratched for another's sake The race is on and it looks like heartaches and the winner loses all One day I ventured in love never once suspectin' what the final result would be and how I lived in fear of waking up each morning finding that you're gone from me There's ache and pain in my heart for today was the one that I hated to face Somebody new came up to wed her and I came out in second place

Rejection Notice #721
I'm looking over your application, And there seems to be some confusion. You don't really meet our criteria. Yes I know. . . I said I was looking for someone honest. But what you fail to realize is, That means I'm looking for someone honest, Who will gladly tolerate dishonesty from me. So, do you see the dilemma? Yes, yes, When I said I valued openness, It was your mistake to assume that I, Was willing to be a participant in said openness. I'm looking for someone with no walls, Because I have more than enough to spare. And I'll thank you very much Not to start your self-serving rhetoric About how I deceived you, And lied to you, And my hypocrisy in general, Because I've been there mister. And you're just sorry that I screwed you Before you screwed me. And you can take that any way you like! And just because you came in here, With exactly the credentials that you claimed, Don't think for one second that proves anything. I know your type. You artists change wi

Here Is A Story
alright on Tuesday Night or October 30th, 2007 I was in a rush and went to get out of my moms van. When the van door came crashed down on 2 of my fingers one is just a simple blood blister beneath the nail the other however was worse. The nail is nearly avulsed (nice way of saying chopped off) it will soon fall off i did nerve, tissue, and tendon damage, it has swollen about 3 times normal size a picture is below but however the pain is insane i am taking Vicodin *5/500 (aka hydrocodone) for pain and its not cutting it and the pain has not subsided so if im delayed on responses please just bare with me.... Also i forgot to mention the stitch in my finger goes through the top of the fingernail out the side of my finger to protect whats under it while it has about a week too heal so 3 weaks is how long the pain will last this is gonna be a long 3 weeks!!!!

Some Girls Do....sawyer Brown
She turned up her nose as she walked by my Cadillac From the corner of my eye I saw you and you laughed You were sittin' on the swing on your front porch Paintin' your nails like you were bored And you yelled she was sure impressed with you Well I ain't first class But I ain't white trash I'm wild and a little crazy too Some girls don't like boys like me *************** Aw but some girls do I yelled and asked if you would like a ride When we pulled out of your yard I bald a tire You was laughing at me, I was doing James Dean You was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen When you rolled your eyes and twirled my pink fur dice Well good ole' boys don't get no breaks And rich boys think they got what it takes But theres' someone for each of us they say

Repatriation
A lifetime crawling out of a hole worse than debt Crawling out of shadow Crawling out of despair Standing alone in the middle of a war zone A traitor to both sides. Trained by the best to lie, Deceive, Spy, report back, And most of all, keep secrets. Intelligence is the key to any battle. I am tired of this lack of intelligence game. I am tired of being tried and retried For war crimes I was conditioned to commit. IT WAS WAR!!! I did what I was trained to do. I served my time as a P.O.W. Then I was released into society, A soldier without a battlefield But the war continued and I rejoined it, Desperate to be in familiar surroundings, Behind enemy lines. . .fighting to survive. Eventually, government agencies stepped in. The factions were told to stop their war. But they find ways to carry on to this very day, Like two schoolchildren, Who throw things at each other when the teacher isn't looking Neither side knows why they're fighting It's just a twenty-year-o

Replaced
So long ago I thought them gone, I was sure they would not return. My pieces all are back to stay, You would think by now I'd learn. A soldier died on the movie screen, He was gone, and gone for good. A piece of me came back to stay, For when Taps was played, I stood. I was playing with my juggling toys, I was lost in idle thought. Another piece came back to stay, For when kids came by, I taught. A friend of mine had a desperate need, To be held, and listened to. Another piece came back to stay, I can be a blanket too. A lyric came to me one morn, So I wrote it to a friend. Another piece came back to stay, In the poem I did send. A year ago my life was changed, What I was had been erased. Four pieces ran away that day, But I've found, they've been replaced. August

Reunion
And how can you be so calm after three years? How can you just say hello? With no sorrow, no guilt No feeling whatsoever For nearly a year you drank of me Until I thought every breath would be my last Your affections became all-consuming They ate at me like a cancer So I cut it out I exorcised my demons and I told you; "NO." You vanished, gone in smoke but not flame You never even said goodbye And three years later you chide me for not writing I wrote you And my letters were heard in coffee houses across the country! I cared, I wept, I hurt, I bled Then affixed the emotional tourniquet I cauterized the wound With the passionate flames of survival And I went on Never dreaming that the wound would be reopened But it has And I discovered something That deep gouge is gone This pain has no substance It's a hangnail, a paper cut, A memory And all you can say is hello. August

Rogaine
O.K. So I used to be a stage manager. And I managed this play see, And I got dragged through the worst experience of my life. I mean it was painful. The long hours, the whiny actors, The director! And don't even get me started on what happened, Once the show finally began. But it's over now, at last, And I don't ever have to worry about doing theater anymore, Because the theater manager/ my ex-girlfriend, Told me specifically; "You'll never work in this town again." But in a way, I feel bad. I feel that with this show, a part of me has died. So to symbolize this, I chopped off my hair. But it didn't end there, oh no! Without my ponytail I was confused, Disoriented. An easy mark for any smooth talker that happened upon me. Before I knew it, I was a victim. Lost in a stream of unconsciousness, I awoke only to find myself, Gainfully employed. . . In Bellevue! It didn't look good for our hero. I stumbled into a coffee house, Desperate for refuge. Staggering wil

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A Ring
The ring on your finger, so shiny and new, Has extinguished the torch I have carried for you. All the hopes and the dreams of the life I had planned, Have disappeared, leaving me lost in the sand. I'm alone in the desert, broken heart in my hands, And there's nothing to blame, but that little gold band. With a diamond that sparkles so shiny and new, That I have to stop mourning my lost love for you. I think of the man, to whom you are engaged. No, my blood doesn't boil. I'm not filled with rage. The two of you fit. It's easy to see; His only flaw, is that he, isn't me. Enough of these phrases! You don't need my rhymes. Just know, when you need me, I'll always make time. That ring on your finger, brings my hopes to an end. But I'll always be proud, to call you my friend. August

Mom Still In Hospital
Mom is still in the hospital and they are keeping her.They did not take the second mass out yet. They may be doing a biopsy on it. Still no news on the fluid in her brain. Do not know if they will do that surgery now or not.

Screenplay
It was a lot like a movie. There was darkness, Danger, A mysterious Russian girl With alluring eyes. And I remember the cold war, The Day After, Perestroika and Glasnost. "That was long ago." she tells me. "Back when I was a child." Thanks a lot. "Is for you." And she hands me a present, An original drawing. This mysterious Russian girl. It was like a movie, She took my arm, And we promenaded down the street. I never felt so proud. The Poet And The Painter A fairy tale. August

Send Me A Picture
Send me a picture. Prove to me that you're still the same. That you haven't changed at all. And that if you have changed, You won't do it anymore. Your hair, your clothes, your face, your body, That scar on your shoulder and that pimple on your nose. Send me a picture. Send me a picture. I want you captured on Kodak paper. I want to capture you in my hand, Keep you in my wallet. I want to pull you out and look at you, Completely unchanged, Anytime I choose. Send me a picture. Send me a picture. Prove to me that you're still on the planet. That your future is still ahead of you. That all possibilities still exist. That you still care. Send me a picture. Send me a picture. Let me compress your 3-D world, Into a flat 3X5 piece of captured light. Flat, and cold, and simple. Send me a picture. August

28 September Baby!
"Sit down Joe, this round's on me, And don't let that redneck bother you." I hadn't been called Joe in years. Not since I wore the green, And that thirty-something Red necked punk with the crew cut was a wannabe. He had never served, I was sure of it. "Junior over there is the son of one of the members, He saw your long hair and didn't understand, You were that young once, you remember." "Yeah, I remember, thanks for the beer Sarge." I knew, just as he had known. Of course, the fact that we were in the local VFW sort of helped. We talked and drank, each of us picking up every other round. Others stepped up to share a beer every once in a while, All the important stories were told. From Pearl Harbor to The Buldge, To Tet, The Gulf, and my own African adventure. At last call, I raised my glass and said. "Here's to all in uniform. The friends we lost along the way. Here's to those who covered us, And helped us reach this day. Here's to those who faithfully serve, A

Wtf Is That!?
Ok so I have a dog with Diabetes. HE went blind over night and needs insulin every day, 2 times a day. he needs to eat a prescription food called Hills W/D. Well I buy it from my vet and it is a tad on the expensive side, about 50 bucks for a 30 lb bag. I dont care about the price, the hassle is the prescription part. So today I needed to buy a bag, the vet's shipment didnt come in. I called pet smart and the DUMMY on the phone told me just to come on in and show the Vet's prescription for the food and they would issue me a Pet smart card with the prescription on it. She said I could just show it to the cashier every time I wanted to buy it and without the card you cant buy it. So now the story begins. So I pack up my daughter and the wife and I go to Pet Smart. I go to the Vet side and show them the Prescription. They tell me that they will not honor it. WTF? what!!!??? They acted like I forged it. Why in the f00ken hell would I fake a damn script for dog food? Am I going to sm

Seriously
I am not E.F. Hutton. When I talk, nobody listens And I talk a lot just to make sure In that respect I'm more like Andy Rooney Now I'm OK with the fact that nobody listens to me It frees me to say whatever I want Whenever I want I can crack a joke Or make a snide comment Anytime at all Except when I write things down Because I'm what's called a POET That's big P big O big E big T And apparently that means That whatever I write down on paper Comes straight from my soul Is filled with deeper meaning Is really a cry for help! It wasn't always this way When I first started writing People would ask me questions like; "Was that about me?" or "Did that really happen?" Nowadays they just know it's them Or that I'm deeply troubled inside Imagine that. . . Me, taken seriously It could happen. Even Andy Rooney says something of merit Once in a while August

Stuffed Burgers (it's What's For Dinner)
*Stuffed Hamburgers* 1 pound lean ground beef 3/4 teaspoon salt 3/4 teaspoon dried onion flakes 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper 1/2 cup crushed bacon crisp 4 tablespoons pickle relish 4 ounces cheddar cheese, sliced 1/4 teaspoon salt 1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper 4 hamburger buns 1 tomato, sliced for accompaniment 1. Preheat barbecue grill. 2. In a large bowl combine ground beef, salt, dried onion flakes and pepper. 3. Shape into 8 thin patties. Divide and place pickle relish, cheddar cheese, bacon, salt and pepper on half the patties. Place the remaining patties on top and press the edges to seal well. 4. Grill for 5 minutes per side for well done burgers. 5. Serve over 4 hamburger buns with 1 sliced tomato, ketchup, prepared mustard or other condiments of your choice. Makes 4 servings.

Short Cuts
The final curtain goes tonight I've loved this wild, bumpy flight Yvette is always in a rush The Lighting Opp? He's on the bus. Mrs. Sorken steals the plant She's everybody's favorite aunt Naomi surely is a wit Deep in the conversation pit Johnna comes off very meek Till John comes out so very chic Amanda's quite the southern belle Ginny sure can make her yell Tom's head is surely in a spin Forgot his paper, yet again. I know how Lawrence gets his kicks But I hate those stupid swizzle sticks Intermission's always fun Did August remember to load the gun? The Announcer wants to cancel the show But Tommy and Grandma, where would they go? Lettie's fine she's got the gun The adulteress and homo? I guess they're done The music now is all the rage A hoe-down's going on backstage The Operator is an ace No desperate look upon his face And Gretchen, lonely in her house With extra food stashed in the couch Sally says she has small hips And Zelda with those hairy pits

Slivers
"But it hurts it hurts!" And I want to scream at him "Of course it hurts, but it's just a sliver It hurts until you take it out, then it's over. If only I had your problems. You don't have to pay the rent, Or work all day, Or look up every damn word in the dictionary Because your spell checker knows fewer words than you do. My problems are real! My problems are important!" But of course I can't say these things. If he could, This little boy would gladly take on The burden of my troubles Just to be free of that little sliver. I remember the terror of slivers. That terror has shrunk with time. Will my current slivers shrink as small, If I simply wait twenty years? "It hurts! It hurts!" "I know it hurts." I soothe "There you go, all done. Go play, and watch out for slivers. August

A Soldier's Question
Dirty socks and broken cots, No pillows on which to sleep. Artillery in the morning, Bunkers collapsing in a heap. So many sandbags left to fill, I've built so many walls. I'm surrounded by a maze of sand, A labyrinth four feet tall. No flag to boast our country, No song to shout our name. Just endless shifts of roving guard, And prayers for one more day. I'm in a backward country. Why? I do not know. I remember wanting to come here, But now I want to go. But I believe in Duty first, Wherever there's a need. My Uncle Sam gave me a call. I did right, and I took heed. With my buddy and my rifle, I go to the marketplace. I ask the man why we are here, And a smile comes to his face. His eyes are weak and hollow. His teeth are yellow-green. He speaks as if I am not there, As If I'm just a dream. "I have many children." Says this strange decrepit man. "They once were very hungry, So I searched throughout the land." "All around me was the fighting, I h

Something To Say
What if I don't have anything to say? What if I'm out of rage? I'm tired, Empty, Nearly finished, All the good lines have been taken. I question the limitless discovery. What if this last one, is the last one? But of course, These questions are pointless. To admit failure would be to disappoint, And that I could not bear. My resources are limitless. I am the poet, The bard, The storyteller, Of course I'll have something to say. August

Strange But True
In 1988, or 89 I decided to kill some time by opening a leather crafting kit that had been purchased at a garage sale. The kit was missing pieces, but there was enough there to make a wallet. For about a month I worked the leather, tracing patterns, using punches, slowly putting together what turned into a one of a kind, very nice wallet. I planned to give it to my son one day if I had one. In 1990 I got mugged. My wallet was taken and I got a bloody nose for my trouble. I've often wondered what happened to that wallet. In June of 2001 I was working in the fast-paced glamorous world of fast food. About fifty miles from where I was mugged. One day a customer came into the store, when he payed for his meal, I noticed his wallet. I asked to see it, and I asked him where he got it. He bought it in a thrift store about ten years ago. It was a little worn, but in excellent condition. I explained that I had made that wallet, that It had been stolen from me, and then I offere

Supply Run
Staring out the back of the pick-up truck, Rain in my face, eyes half shut. Past the man with all the canes, Into the streets filled with rain. Hold my rifle, safe and low, Stick held high, give them a show. Watch for rocks in this cursed rain, Truck hits a pothole, I'm in pain. Windshield smashed, we fall on the floor. "Watch the bumps! I can't take much more!" Back on my seat in the driving rain, Watch for rocks, ignore the pain. The sniper is out there, on these streets, Crossing the rooftops on silent feet. We play this game almost every day; Will I be shot, or go on my way? Thousands of people line the lane, Waving to soldiers, ignoring the rain. Some give us smiles, some give us jeers, Some throw their rocks, and some show their tears. The flooded street is a muddy maze. The driver plunges through, half crazed. Every bump could be a mine. Every moment, our last in time. Around the circle, past the square. "I'm soaking wet! How long till we're

Y
y am i so confused about this and that i know what i should do but for some reason i can yet i wish i had the answers easier then i do im so i dont know confused or messed up.. or who knows... oh well maybe when the right time comes ill figure it all out... i just hope in the mean time things keep going for the better in the places they should for me. and not blow up in my face like i fear they will...

The Story Behind "august"
A few weeks before I was born, My mother asked my father; "What shall we name this son of ours?" Without hesitation my father replied, "August, after my father." My mother's response was something to the effect of "eeuugh! I hate that name. How about Brian?" Never one to give ground easily, my father rebounded with "Great, August Brian, I like the sound of that." "Brian August" and the battle was finally joined. "August Brian, three reasons." "What's the first reason?" "Alphabetical, A before B." "I'm not convinced. What's the second reason?" "Our last name starts with a B, if we make his initials B.A.B., one day he'll be big enough to pay us back." "That has a little merit. What's the third reason?" "I promise, we'll always call him Brian. It's just very important to me that he be named after my father." And so the deal was struck, and my mother has never called me August, however, my father has never called me Brian. It's one of the reasons they go

Wants
When do I get to be unreasonable? When is it my turn? Why do I have to be the bigger person here? I want to be small today. I want to blame you. I listened Waited Gave into your every eccentricity Waited Allowed myself to be teased Waited And waited some more AND YOU FRIEND ME!!!!!!!???????? And I have to just stand there and take this? 'Cause it's not me, it's you? Of course it's you. I did everything you asked. We know it's not me. I wish it was me. I want it to be me. I want to be unreasonable. I want to call you names. I want to cry. I want you to feel one one millionth of the despair That I feel right now. And watch you just stand there and take it. I WANT TO BE UNREASONABLE!!!!! But I'm not that type of person. Even if. . . Today, I really want to be. August

Who I Am
Take your vitamins, Grow up to be big and strong. Grow up to be a man. The words of my youth echo back at me. But what sort of man will I be? I want to be a brave man, macho. With a black leather jacket and a slick motorcycle. Never afraid of anything, groupies following me wherever I go. Everyone will be impressed with me. I want to be a tough man, With scars on my body Trophies of past victories. Many battles fought and won, No defeats, no regrets. I want to be a strong man With muscles that ripple when I'm on the beach. The quick path to success. I want to be a smart man, Never making mistakes, Surrounded by people wanting my advice. I did not become a smart man, I have mountains of mistakes behind me. And many more ahead I'm sure I have become an experienced man. I did not become a strong man My muscles don't turn heads at the beach I often choose the longer path It seems as if I can go on forever I have become an endurance man. I did not

The Strip Club
Well it's business as usual at the local strip joint. The crowd looks good tonight. Some are eager, some pensive, All are wondering if the show will meet their expectations. So they sit back and sip their lattes as the show begins. There are different kinds of strippers. Some can't wait to remove every article, To prance about with every orifice clearly exposed, To shout to the crowd "This Is Me!" I'm not one of those. Others just stand there, naked. Saying, "I'm exposed now, what do you think?" I'm not one of those either. Still another type will walk out on stage, Strip completely, and dare you not to accept them. I am definitely not one of those. I'm a fan dancer. I stand naked on the stage, Covered only in two huge feathery fans. I begin my song and dance. I give a little shoulder, Then I take it right back. Then I give a little leg, And I take it right back. My feathery shields are in constant motion around me. The spectators strain to catch a glim

So Much To Say
You tell me that you love me, And I can't believe my joy. The other times I've heard that line, I've felt like a personal toy. You've let me see your heart of hearts, You've let me ease your pain. Now I think of us, and endless walks, And kisses in the rain. There's something I don't understand, Please explain it if you can. How can you love someone like me? I'm just like any man. My heart of hearts is an open book, That your eyes are free to read. You hold my humor, love and mind, And all the friendship that you need. I've never been much of a poet, The masses don't crave my lines. But I'm laying out my love for you, To keep here for all time. Life is a circle, I've heard it said. And I guess it must be true. Because every time we say good-bye, You know I'll come back to you. When this world has got you down, And you feel like no one cares, Just close your eyes and think of me, And you know I'll be there. Please forgive my random jumps, I've

Soulmate
How I long to tell you that I love you. How I long to see the sunlight on your face. I still have no idea where to find you. Are you hiding in some strange enchanted place? You come to me in dreams each night, When I rest my weary head. I think of you in the morning light, As I struggle out of bed. You are with me every moment, I don't even know your name. And although I've never seen you, I am sure we are the same. You must be searching for me too. It simply has to be. Someday our dreams will be fulfilled; I'll find you and you'll find me. But until that day, keep searching. Find your soulmate tried and true. When you ask me where I've been I'll say: "I've been searching the world for you." August

Specifics
I want a kiss O.K. I'm going to come over and talk to you now, And you don't even know me yet, so just relax. Now don't start with those old killer phrases, like: You remind me so much of my brother, or, Aren't you gay? Come on now, play fair. Play hard to get, sure, but play. Don't turn me into some lunatic stalker as I approach your table. Don't look at me with disdain and say, "He only wants one thing." As if only one thing could hold my interest. At least let me get to your table, Let me compliment your hair, Drink in your eyes, Give me a chance to be charming. 'Cause I can be charming I can say things that you've never heard before, But will long to hear again. I'm at the table now, been here awhile We've sat at many tables together, Gone out a few times, Gotten to know each other a bit. But you've still got to play fair. Non-lethal ordinance only. You can't use the deadly weapons in your arsenal. "I'm so glad there's no sexual tension between us" "You

$till In Vega$
In that faraway $tate, The land of delusion, A calendar rumbles, Amidst the confusion. A one-wheeled juggler, Rolls out of the rubble, Better hark what I say, Or you know there'll be trouble. I live in the land, Of the great neon sign, It's really not bad, Er, well, most of the time. I would keep on going, In this slick way of mine, But the hour grows late, And I'm lost for a rhyme. So jugglers take heed, For one never knows, Who will sit down beside you, When you're watching the shows. I might crash up a game, While you're watching the ref. Or maybe I'll show, At the next P.J.F. August

Tears
I was going to write a poem to make you cry. I was fully prepared to let loose my poison pen, With it's acid ink to virgin paper, And burn your eyes with it. But what purpose would that serve? I could blurt out FUCK in my poem, Just to shock you. I could ramble on about sex I've had, Both in my mind and with my body. But what's the point? Are you so numb that you need to be shocked? So cold that you need to be burned? I have the pen. I'm in charge. Why should I want to shock you? Why should I want to burn you? The written word can produce immortality. The writer longs to be immortal. The poet is desperate to be immortal. I will not stoop to being a cattle prod or branding iron! If you are shocked, It will be because you have underestimated me. If you cry, It will be because you have been moved. And with those tears. . . My immortality. August

Suggestions????
I have lots of ideas on what I want to do tomorrow night to my husband when we go to bed to play. I was just wondering... IF, you were my husband, what would you want me to do to YOU? Be as specific as you can. I want to surprise him with something new to our sexual experience. Any suggestions?

Well Hell...
Yeah so I'm here again... not all together sure why, but I can say the first sign of bullshit again and I'm gone for good. I have a few friends that continue to have me logging into fubar to see pics or something *you know who you are :P * ANYway... I like this place just not some of the people.. guess I will have to learn better how to ignore them. I did learn one lesson the hard way.. dont make people here your real life friends, because its all a lie.. a game.. Definitely dont open your heart to anyone.. Yeah I know it was stupid in the first place but we all gotta learn for ourselves right? No more seriousness here.. nothings real.. so dont take me seriously either.. and dont expect anything real out of me.. because here.. I am not at all who I am in real life.. since no one cares to see the real me anyway, I'll leave it for reality. Later! }|{

Months
Pick your birthday month and read it, then repost with whatever you are. JANUARY = CALM Fun to be with. Loves to try new things. Boy/girls LOVE you. You are very hott. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times.Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt bu

Tina
I stand here all alone, My back against the wall. I'm waiting here for her to come to me. The both of them just stand there, On the opposite side of the room. The two of them against the one of me. She stands there in the middle, Looking like a star, But the middle isn't where she wants to be. I tell her she'll be happy, I promise her the moon. I only wish she would believe in me. But her friends are calling too. They're louder than I am. "Why take a chance on him?" they seem to say. It's a bloody tug of war. The two against the one. So much to lose, and yet much more to gain. She stands there in the middle, Wanting to go both ways. Should she go with me and be happy? Or with her friends and stay the same. August

Traci's Monologue
So he says to me; "Just be yourself." Well let me tell you, I'm an actor! I'm not supposed to be myself, I'm supposed to be somebody else. For seven hours every day, I work long and hard at being somebody else, and this bone-headed pimply-faced staged manager says: "The opening act is late, go out and stall the crowd, warm them up, tell a joke, just be yourself." Just be myself? Where's the fucking script!?! Sorry. . . I get carried away sometimes, well, a lot. Like this one time I was starring in La Boheme and I was just about to do my big aria, the one that goes (la la la) When, halfway across the stage, I saw a cockroach, now this wasn't one of your L.A. roaches, no sir. This was a New York City Roach. Although we were in Tennessee, but anyway during my aria, this giamongus cockroach is crawling across my stage, at me. Now just so's you know, I don't like cockroaches. My first impulse was to run, but Musetta, that's my character, Musetta, wears these ridiculous high heels. So I

Interesting.....
FOXNEWS.COM HOME > BUSINESS Nike Unveils N7 Air Native Shoe Designed for Native Americans Wednesday, September 26, 2007 BEAVERTON, Ore. — Nike on Tuesday unveiled what it said is the first shoe designed specifically for American Indians, an effort aiming at promoting physical fitness in a population with high obesity rates. The Beaverton-based company says the Air Native N7 is designed with a larger fit for the distinct foot shape of American Indians, and has a culturally specific look. It will be distributed solely to American Indians; tribal wellness programs and tribal schools nationwide will be able to purchase the shoe at wholesale price and then pass it along to individuals, often at no cost. "Nike is aware of the growing health issues facing Native Americans," said Sam McCracken, manager of Nike's Native American Business program. "We are stepping up our commitment ... to elevate the issue of Native American health and wellness." Nike said it is the

Twelve-dollar Train Wreck
So it's back to twelve bucks again Twelve bucks in my pocket Eight days 'till payday All is right with the world. And my friends just shake their heads. . . and sigh. And ask me how I stand it But I'm really busy now With the circus And the play I'm the stage manager I don't have time for poetry And both of my fans are upset My friends just shake their heads. . . and sigh And wish I would straighten out I don't have to worry about the circus anymore Or the play, Or theater at all It's back to twelve bucks 'Till who knows when But I'm a salesman now And I hate it Bellevue is overrated And my friends just shake their heads. . . and sigh And make obscure comments, About train wrecks But I'm too busy Bingo is my game Well, my profession Little money, twelve bucks. . . But it's fun And my friends don't say a thing They just shake their heads And wait I'm down to eleven bucks Something's wrong here I've got a new job It's fun But strange They let me wear

On Using A Toy
And it doesn't go away The thought behind my eyes The forbidden hunger I can't deny But don't want to admit To hold you in my mouth And see you looking down on me To be helpless before you Choking on you I hear your commands The excitement in your voice I'm trembling Your hands burn in my hair And you're behind me Bending me over Readying me for access For my final surrender And then gentle Slow Soft Wet Coos Strokes Praise And oh My God Please I Yes Um Oh Breathe Breathe And then hard Over and Over Griping Stroking Thrusting I'm just along for the ride A victim of the fury of your hips Your hot breath on my neck Your chest, soft against my back Your litany of authority in my ear And it slowly dawns on me I am yours August

Wow When I Read This
this was in the thing they hand out at the funeral it had her pic and this typed around and next to the pic After Glow I'd like the memory of me To be a happy one. I'd like to leave an after glow Of smilyes when life is done. Whipsering softly down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times. And bright and sunny days. I'd like the tears of those who grieve To dry before the sun Of happy memories that I leave When life is done. i have a lot of good happy memories of my aunt mary kaye. and i will always remember them and her. and she will alway live in my heart.

Two A.m.
The clock has struck the hour two. I cannot sleep for thoughts of you. The way your eyes light up my life, Keeps me awake throughout the night. And as I long to hold you near, Your golden-throated voice I hear. You sing to me a song so sweet, I pray we once again will meet. The sun, the moon, the stars above, I'd give to you but for your love. All this that I would give to hear, Your whispered love upon my ear. A question haunts me day and night. Am I the one to grace your life? And do you lie awake at two? To think of me, as I, of you. August

Unanswered Questions
She asks, "Who are you?" As if it's a question. And not a demand for self justification. I choose the jacket that offers the most comfort. I am a poet. Who are you, really? And I want to say, No really, I'm a poet. "That's not who you really are." "Who are you?" As if it's a question. I know this game. The only correct answer, Is to ask her. But it doesn't work. She claims it must come from me. "Who are you?" As if it's a question. "I am a teacher." If I have to be put into a box, This one'll do. "That doesn't tell me who you are." "Who are you?" As if it's a question. This game goes on and on. Being a jack-of-all-trades has it's advantages. But she isn't satisfied, With any of my pat answers. "Who are you?" As if it's a question. Questions have answers. If this had an answer I'd know it by now. This isn't a question. It's a journey. In this case, The journey is the destination. "Who are you?" "I'm not telling." "But if you find out, let me know."

What It's All About
But it's all about words man It's all about words Some words are better than others Some words have class Some words are so elite That they're downright snobbish Like antidisestablishmentarianism Other words are funny Like bunny, not rabbit, bunny Or frog, frog is funny Deer is not You have never heard a joke that starts. . . "O.K. A deer walks into a bar." It just doesn't happen Although, Bambi is funny Other words produce images, Set fire to the imagination, Leave you encrusted in muck, Find you soaring in ecstasy It's all about words man, It's all about words. August

Have A Good One
Hey all my friends and family, Hope you all have a wonderful friday....I wont be here gonna go sing a tune or two and hang out with my buds here..........If ya party be safe....If ya stay home be good or good at it hehehe love ya all.

Help Me Get There!
Hey Lovies Wow I'm 268,000 from Godfather!! Its unbelievable. All the months of meeting you all, all the rating, all the comments, comment bombing. All the love from all of you!!! Its finally coming to close! Didn't think I would make it this far.. and well here it is. Just 268,000 more pts to go. WOWZERS!! What a happy time this is. To most think this is just a site. Who cares about levels.. and all that. Yes it is just a site. We all have our own lifes to live. I enjoy every single thing about fubar. I love it cause its totally different from myspace and other sites. Its fun, and interesting and I have met soo many wonderful people on here. So it is more then a site to me I will tell you from 1st joining this site to now. I have grown quite a bit. I'm sure alot of you who read this, who has known me since the begining can also say that I have. Grown alot of confidance thats for sure. I can tell in the pics I 1st posted to my latest. Big change.. but only for the better :)

Value Your Props
Many people have seen me juggle three bowling pins. In fact, when I arrive at a festival I am always asked; "Did you bring the bowling pins, and if so, why?" This can best be answered with a story. The story begins in 1996. I was on my way to Las Vegas from Seattle. I stopped in Provo, Utah to visit a friend. We went bowling. On the shoe counter stood a single bowling pin and a sign which read; "USED BOWLING PINS! $1.50 EACH!" I read the sign aloud, thus attracting the saleslady's attention. Feeling mischievous I asked; "Ya got three of em?" And before I could explain that I was just kidding, she placed three bowling pins on the counter and said: "I'll tell you what. If you can juggle them, you can have them for free." The manner in which she said this led me to believe that she had had this conversation many times before. I felt my only option was to smile in mock surprise and say; "Really? I'll try." I arrived in Las Vegas with three, brand new, used

Victory
Man, don't talk to me about respect man. You don't know. You're an old man. You must be twenty at least! How old am I? I'm thirteen, but I've been around man. I know what life is. I know what's important. Yeah yeah, I know. You sound just like my stepfather. He thought he knew everything too. Me? No, I don't know everything. I just know more than you. How do I do in school? All right when I go. Yeah yeah, you're just like my stepfather. The last time I read a book? I don't remember. What difference does it make? The last book I read? Who cares? You prob'ly gots a whole room full'a books. I ain't no genius like you man. Yeah I can read. I just don't is all. What's that? Of Mice And Men? Sounds stupid. No, I don't want to read it. It's too thick. One hundred and eighteen pages!?! You must be out of your mind man. I ain't got time to be reading. I don't always have time to come home at night. Two weeks! You must be crazy man. I can't read that in two weeks! You don't understand. I'll be r

Voice
But what if it happens to me? My boyhood question lingers What if the shadow of the moon finds me? Like in the song "and if I ever loose my eyes And if my colors all run dry" I wore a blindfold for a day just to be sure Fascinated by how easily I adapted Everyone I encountered accepting me as I came For the most part Seeing is better, but not seeing isn't so bad "And if I ever loose my hands Loose my plow, loose all my land." A broken wrist answered that one Adapting, overcoming, getting by Still, only one hand, not so bad "And if I ever loose my legs I won't moan and I won't beg." An infected foot solved that one Crutches for three months But the foot was saved Although in the end, I was ready to let it go No big deal "And if I ever loose my mouth All my teeth north and south Yes if I ever loose my mouth Away away I won't have to talk. . ." That one was a bit more difficult I talk a lot. . .no really And if I can't use my voice Can't be poetic Can't spe

True Love??
True Love, it only comes once in every persons life. Now we may turn it away and love another but that ONE TRUE LOVE only comes once. It has always been said that for everyone there is one person who is his/her match. So few of us ever find our one true love. So many of us give up and just take what we have before us. Or either we find True Love and are to lazy to do what it takes to keep it. And then there are those out there who just can not be faithful and with cheating comes lieing. But what ever the reason, True Love was never promised to be an easy love. And wise man once told me that if you did not work for it then it is not worth having. I have watched so many of my friends including myself just give in to what is before us or either not believe in it. And yes I was one of these people. Then about a year ago something happened to me that would change my life forever. Yes I finely found what I had heard about and did not believe in. It hit me so hard and fast it took my breath a

A Little Part Of Me
I want to share a little bit of me with you, by showing a picture of the school I went to.. Hamilton High School in Hamilton, oHio. This statue is called... "NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND" It shows the caring, the love, the need for education... and the drive to succeed. It is made from solid bronse and like knowledge, it will endure the test of time.

Shoulds
There should be a pill for this. Like it's a headache, Or the flu. There should be a cure. A ritual cleansing An antidote For the poison I've been drugged with There should be an organization A mission A hospital A twelve step program There should be a book A seminar An infomercial Doctor Phil should have a fucking hotline for this shit! There should be a band-aid A sterile dressing A tourniquet There should be an operation A "procedure" A prosthetic There should be an answer As to "why?" "How could you?" "Didn't I mean anything?" There should be a solution Like in Math Or chemistry There are no shoulds. But there should be. August

Anger Management
Now this guy has style! When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter? "Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f***ing number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills

Men!!
Why is it that there is no 50-50 in a relationship anymore? Or am I the most hateful biotch to live with? I sure did not see myself miserable so soon in life. And people wonder why I dont want to be married again. Maybe I have too high expectations out of a man. Hell,,keep a job,,weedeat the grass,,,hell ill mow, take out the trash...and occasionally tell me you love me and hold me like there is no tommorrow...Hell im lucky if the trash gets out. Maybe I am just having a bad month..cause im not pmsing right now..lol. I work...cook..clean,,,and any of the above....Or maybe noone is happy anymore and its all a facade?

Knowing Your Stuff
I signed my last signature Gave back my name I'm done with paper Turned in my credit cards Checkbook Library card Driver's license Poetic license, The whole deal. I went through the government files, Blotting out all references to me. Abandoned my car Traded my kilt for a pair of baggy pants My cell phone for a battered sax. I kept the beret. 'Cause now I'm a jazz musician. That's all I want to be. People will say "Hey did you see the latest political scandal?" And I'll blow out the most outrageous jazz. *Doot Doot Doot* And they'll say "Wow, you really know your stuff." Lovers will walk by holding hands And I'll blow the most outrageous jazz *Doot Doot Doot* And the lovers will kiss, then look at me and say "Wow, you really know your stuff." And my days will be filled with *Doot Doot Doot* And the next generation of beatniks Will flock to me for understanding And I'll blow the most outrageous jazz *Doot Doot Doot* And the beatniks will feel enlightened, T

Rants And Raves
1:29 am and it’s late on a Friday morning…I should be tucked away ; sleeping soundly tonight as I do each night. Drifting into an abyss of dreams , nightmares that plague my mind each night. Though tonight that doesn’t seem to be the case…tonight it seems I sit here…up my mind going a thousands miles a minute as I think, think and think some more about us. You and I… I haven’t thought about the sentence in such a while that perhaps it was better when I didn’t spend majority of my time seconding guessing my feelings and lived isolated, my heart frozen from feeling. It sure as hell was better then always wondering, doubting if I’m the person…the right person you need me to be? Who I am and who you see I wonder if they’re often the same person? Back before I discovered I had a heart…or was in self denial I walked away…without any care in the world. Nothing really bothered me yet then here you came and changed all that. I’m not writing this intentionally to make it sounds as though you

Walk With Me
Walk with me through a lifetime As down life's road we go I'll be with you in the sunshine As well as the rain and snow Don't walk in front of me For I may not follow Don't walk behind me For I may not lead Just walk beside me And be my friend Let me walk with you Down that winding road The poets all call life I'll hold your hand And sing you songs And comfort you in strife I won't walk in front of you For you may not follow I won't walk behind you For you may not lead I'll just walk beside you And be your friend So take my hand And let's move on To places yet unknown With you to keep me company I'll never be alone Lonely is a horrid word You'll never have to fear For through life's valleys, Hills and dips I'll always be quite near August

Who Agrees?
I stole this from thatotherguy269 Quite frankly, beautiful women come in all shapes and sizes. And today, when most people think of an attractive woman in the fashion sense, they usually imagine a slim-hipped waif with hollow cheeks, narrow shoulders, and a rather unremarkable bust line. This is what commerce has brainwashed modern society into believing is the ideal woman. It is a lie, propagated by marketing forces and fashion designers who use the obsession with a slender female form as a means to earn millions of dollars selling weight-loss products and other health routines. But some of us know better. There is another female form that has been idealized for centuries. She is the familiar hourglass or pear-shaped woman of wide hips, an ample bust, plump cheeks, soft-full lips, and a generally healthy profile of alluring curves and crevasses. She is the Rubenesque Woman. Elegant. Cultured. Educated and Beautiful. In fact, the very word "rubenesque" originates

Weird
I meander to the beat of a different drum. I sing out, and I sing out loud. My philosophy is "Do whatever you like." "Just so long as it draws you a crowd." I amuse all my friends, with my stories and songs, And maybe a poem or two. They listen and say; "You should live out these tales." I wink and say "Maybe I do." "Why you'd be amazed at the ships I have sailed, At the perils through which I have steered." Although never amazed, my friends always smile, And say; "August, you're certainly weird." August

What Cost, Love?
You wanted a "Real" little brother. And I'm reminded of Pinocchio Who only wanted to be a "real" little boy. But at the tender age of four I used every ounce of courage To say no to your dress up games And you've yet to forgive me for it. The road to manhood is forked with decisions. At four, that one cost me your love. You wanted a genius son One that knew all the answers Instead of asking so many questions You wanted a pet You'd have settled for anything But a boy in his father's footsteps A decision I have to remake every day My identity at the cost of your love And now you come at me in quick succession With expectations I cannot fulfill The Rebel The Good Husband The Zealot The Stud At each juncture I had to make my choice I choose to say no Set my limits Be me Awash in disappointment Forgiveness and/or love Trickling down in varying amounts And I feel like scuba gear Giving O2 'till I'm empty Begging to be refilled Instead of thrown away In

What Ifs
But what if I don't like it? And I rage. And what if I don't approve? And I rage. And what if I. . . Succeed! Have a great time! Learn! I begin my rant I could flip a coin if you like. And I rage For every what if you give me, I could give you three back. If you don't find out, You'll never know And I rage. Because the real question. . . Is the one she won't ask. But what if it hurts? Well, then it's important. August

Will Try
Hi everyone Ill try to be on durning to nite an do some rating an talk to yous. Im real busy I need to do some xmas wrapping for the people I help out at xmas time ---the little ones I do for the one that never get much. So take care an hope to get a break from doing that an having my granddaughter with me.As Im sure the ones that have grand children will know what Im talking about--but I love them very much , Take care talk soon.

What Little Boys Like
Little boys like outhouses I'm not sure I can explain it, but it's true. There's something about pissing down a hole too deep to see. Something almost dangerous. Like pissing off a bridge, It's amazing. Little boys like trees Because the possibilities are endless. Trees are towers to climb, Fortresses of steel, Trees are homes for mythical creatures. Trees are adventures waiting to be adventured. Little boys like rocks, any rocks. Rocks to be thrown, Rocks to jump off of, Rocks that hide ants, and spiders. Rocks that are caves to explore, Caves that may have bats. Little boys like bridges Even though you're not supposed to piss off of them. Heights are amazing To stand still and fly at the same time. How did the builder get across in order to build in the first place? Little boys like the smell of aftershave. Because it reeks of manhood. Of the future Of what they may become. I have no idea what little girls like. But little boys like these things.

"why Don't You Dance?"
"Because it's all about movement." And I shudder C'mon, move." And this is the hardest thing I've ever done. "Let the music control your movement." Control my movement!?! "Don't Move!" And this is the hardest thing I've ever done. As this damn creature contemplates my hand, Carefully deciding whether or not I'm a flower. "It's time to move." And this is the hardest thing I've ever done. Don't sway, step sure. Anyone can learn to march. . . really. Get your fucking head down! Move!" And this is the hardest thing I've ever done. Because this time, it's my voice. It's my job. Bullets flying, truck pitching, Shove them to the floor, Keep these soldier/boys safe. "I love the way you move." And this is the hardest thing I've ever done. Because it's my voice again, And it doesn't falter as she cries, And curses the day we met. Throat raw, head heavy, I'm out the door for the last time. Every experience, Every decision, Every triumph, Is movement to me.

Why Things Fade
I was fourteen and on my way west, And she kissed me with tongues for the first time. "Now you have a reason to come back." She said. But the west it was calling. And back is a place that I don't care to go. And she was the first to fade away. I was eighteen and Army bound, And she kissed me for the first time. "Now you have a reason to come back." she said. And oh how I wanted to stay. But my uncle was calling. The man I was to become was waiting. It was years before she began to fade. I was twenty-four and headed west, And we made love for the first time. "Now you have a reason to come back." she said. And I knew I'd be moving on, Even faded, she left an impression. I was twenty-nine and headed. . . somewhere. When she said; "How come no girl ever captured your heart? In all of your travels, has no one ever, Given you something to come back for?" And how do I explain how things fade? Back isn't a place that I go. And what saddens me, Is that no one o

Your Smile
There's often times that I feel down Like I've walked my last mile It comforts me, that with all my faults I can always make you smile When people knock you down and say "You're just a worthless fool!" I remember how you smile at me And my thoughts run calm and cool. I would climb the highest mountain I would swim right down the Nile I would ward off any danger Just to see you smile I may not end up in your arms, When all my quests are through But as long as I can make you smile I'll know our love is true I'll always be there when you call To dry your every tear I'll let you lease me anytime And I'll always say; "Yes Dear." August

You're Not A Soldier Yet
"You're not a soldier 'till you've tasted dirt. So get your fucking head down." And I chew some more dirt on the obstacle course. "You're not a soldier 'till you've heard a shot fired in anger." And I listen to the scattered fire on the south perimeter. "You're not a soldier 'till you've led men in battle." So this is me, convoy Sergeant. Yelling at my men to keep their heads down. I think it's safe to say I'm a soldier. And, like all soldiers, I face my toughest battles here at home. As I escort my date outside, When an angry patron makes an insensitive comment about our nation's loss. "How can you not stop her? You're supposed to be a soldier!" And my own platitude surfaces. "You're not a soldier until you realize, That your job is to ensure that others have the right to disagree with you." August

All About Me
What is Spina Bifida? Spina bifida (SB) is a neural tube defect (a disorder involving incomplete development of the brain, spinal cord, and/or their protective coverings) caused by the failure of the fetus's spine to close properly during the first month of pregnancy. Infants born with SB sometimes have an open lesion on their spine where significant damage to the nerves and spinal cord has occurred. Although the spinal opening can be surgically repaired shortly after birth, the nerve damage is permanent, resulting in varying degrees of paralysis of the lower limbs. Even when there is no lesion present there may be improperly formed or missing vertebrae and accompanying nerve damage. In addition to physical and mobility difficulties, most individuals have some form of learning disability. The three most common types of SB are: myelomeningocele, the severest form, in which the spinal cord and its protective covering (the meninges) protrude from an opening in the spine; meningocele in w

Love And Friendship
love these days is so much like a double edged sword. you tell them your damned you dont you never would have known. to love a friend is to love like family but in that there comes all the problems with it. i hurt a friend who is dear to my heart and why because of a jealous remark i should have never made. will she feel my pain or stat true to you always say what your feeling. wel im feeling like shit and want my friend back!!!

Girlfriend Application
SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE SEND THiS BACK TO YOU IN YOUR INBOX! Ladies Title it "BOYFRIEND Application" Guys Title it "GIRLFRIEND Application" 1. Your Name: 2. Age: 3. Fave Color: 4. Whats your sign? 5.Phone Number: 6. Location: 7. Height: 8.Hair (color and style): 9.Piercings/tattoos: HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ... 1. Are we friends? 2. Do you have a crush on me? 3. Would you kiss me? 4. ...with tongue? 5. Would you enjoy it? 6. Would you ever ask me out? 7. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater? 9. Would you take care of me when I'm sick? 10. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before? 11.Would you walk on the beach with me? 12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me? 13. Do you/have you talked about me? 14. Do you think I'm a good person? 15. Would u take a nap with me? 16.Do you think I'm cute? 17. If you could change anything about me -would you? 18.Would you dan

He Died Saving Others
Sgt. Nick Vaughan of Northeast Pennsylvania, left the US Oct 14 2007. He had volunteered his unit into Iraq from Kuwait a day early. The following day, there was not enough shelter for them all to get to safety. Nick got everyone there but him and one other guy (I am sorry I don't know his name). He saved 11 lives that night, including six 18 year old men. They were always his top priority. He died when a bullet struck his neck. If everyone could please say a prayer for Nicks family and his girlfriend, Ashley, who is one my closest friends. RIP Nick we will miss you. If you are for or against the war please find it in your heart to get this out to everyone. These guys and girls put their lives on the line every minute of every day. The least we could do is say thank you. Thank you everyone, Cassandra- Krazy Ems Chica (repost of original by 'KrazY EmS ChicA- RIP Nick' on '2007-10-23 08:47:25')