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Pasta And Fruit Salad
This is a really refreshing summer dish and when you make it with non-fat yogurt it's quite good for you too! Ingredients 1 1/2 C. uncooked spiral pasta (plain, not tri-colored) 1 8 oz. can pineapple chunks 1 8 oz. carton peach yogurt 2 Tbs. sour cream 1 1/2 C. cantaloupe, cubed 1 C. seedless grapes, halved 1 1/2 C. fresh strawberries, sliced Directions Cook pasta according to package directions; rinse in cold water and drain. Cool completely. Drain pineapple, reserving 2 Tbs. juice; set aside. In a small bowl, combine the yogurt, sour cream and reserved pineapple juice until smooth; cover and refrigerate. In a large bowl, combine pasta, pineapple, cantaloupe and grapes. Just before serving, stir in strawberries and pour yogurt mixture over top of salad. Tip: To cut down on calories and fat, you can opt to use non-fat yogurt and sour cream. You can add your favorite fruits to this salad and make it even more colorful and tasty. Yield: 10-12 servings

The Pastors Ass! Funny!!!
The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS. This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10 This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next day the headlines

The Past Does Hurt
THE PAST DOES HURT All this pain is trapped inside it consumes me, I have no place to hide I long to be free, so free to be free from all the pain, all the hurt. People say that they past can't hurt you, but the real truth is that the people lied. The past does hurt, it hurts so bad especially when you find that the past is repeating itsself and you are left wondering, "What the hell?" I often wonder about what really happened but I've learned you're never going to tell. You say that you will answer anything I want to ask Yeah, right, thanks for the good laugh why don't you just go ahead, and take off the mask? You say that you need a friend, and I'm sitting here thinking, "Ok, I've been right here waiting, where the hell have you been?" Is this how you treat all of your female friends or is this jus how you treat me? No! Don't tell me that you're sorry I've heard this line too many times before. You have often stated that you felt like you hurt me

The Past Few Days....
OK, I know I haven't been around much. Most of you probably didn't even notice, but there's a few of you I speak with pretty regularly, including a new friend...and you all are special to me. Wicked Red, I cut you off in mid-sentence today....and, I'm sorry (I was right...it's broken.). I worked a 24-hour shift On-Call at my job yesterday, and worked for nearly 20 of them. No time for Online after the ORs shut down. Then, I came home, showered and crashed hard till around 2:00 pm this afternoon. I was chilling out with my kids this evening, and my 9 year-old came in screaming, and holding his arm. Seems he was diving for a football in the frontyard, and came down on his left elbow...right on top of the Water-Main shutoff valve in my front yard (A wrought-iron, small round cover...like a tiny manhole cover with a bolt in the middle.). After nearly 4 hours in the local E.D., my suspicions were confirmed. He fractured his radial head. He broke his elbow. Now he's tucked in, I

The Past Couple Days
9/24/07 Megan came over on the night of the 24th. We ended up hanging out and decided to drink, then one thing lead to another and everything we felt about each other started coming out. She had spent the night and I got very little rest cause she hogged my bed. 9/25/07 She came over and we just hung out, pretty much took off from where it left the night before. We decided to be Friends with benefits (exclusively) with the possibility of becoming more. Now this is the person who stood me up a couple times and she explained that. I'm a year and a half younger then her. She's 23 I'm 21 about to turn 22. Now the other interesting thing is she's liked me since we first had a class together. (Math 102). So I do feel this will advance but how quick I do not know. She enjoys hanging out with me. She likes me. I like her. We are happy around each other. And she wants more but is afraid of moving too quick. So who knows but hey I'm happy I'm at the stage I'm at now with her.

The Pastor
There was a Pastor whose wife was expecting a baby so he went to the congregation and asked for a raise. After much consideration and discussion, they passed a rule that whenever the Pastor's family expanded, so would his paycheck. After 6 children, this started to get expensive and the congregation decided to hold another meeting to discuss the Pastor's salary. There was much yelling and bickering about how much the clergyman's additional children were costing the church. Finally, the Pastor stood up and spoke to the crowd, "Children are a gift from God," he said. Silence fell on the congregation. In the back of the room, a little old lady stood up and in her frail voice said, "Rain is also a gift from God, but when we get too much of it, we wear rubbers." And the congregation said, "Amen

Pasta Al Forno
1 pound ziti rigate 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, 2 turns of the pan 1 small onion, finely chopped 3 cloves garlic, chopped 1 (15-ounce) can, crushed tomatoes 1/2 cup heavy cream 2 pinches ground cinnamon Salt and pepper 3 ounces prosciutto, 1 thick slice from deli, chopped 1/4 to 1/3 cup grated Parmigiano-Reggiano Softened butter to coat a medium casserole or baking dish Bring large pot of water to boil, then salt and cook pasta to al dente on the chewy side, 7 minutes. Once your pasta water comes to a boil to cook ziti, preheat oven to 500 degrees F. To medium skillet over medium heat add extra-virgin olive oil, 2 turns of the pan. Cook onions and garlic in oil 3 to 5 minutes. Stir in tomatoes and bring to a bubble. Add cream and season sauce with cinnamon, salt and pepper. Add chopped prosciutto to sauce and stir with cooked pasta to combine. Coat a medium casserole with the butter. Adjust seasonings and transfer pasta to casserole. Cover pasta with Parmigian

Pasta Puttanesca
This sauce is named for ladies of the night. They would place pots of it in their windows to tempt men into the bordellos. I like it because it's spicy, fast and easy (...no disrespect to the ladies.) 2 tablespoons (2 turns around the pan) extra-virgin olive oil 4 to 6 cloves garlic, chopped 1 tin flat anchovy fillets, drained 1 /2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes 20 oil-cured black olives, cracked away from pit and coarsely chopped 3 tablespoons capers 1 (32-ounce) can chunky style crushed tomatoes 1 (14.5-ounce) can diced tomatoes, drained A few grinds black pepper 1/4 cup (a couple of handfuls) flat leaf parsley, chopped 1 pound spaghetti, cooked to al dente (with a bite) Crusty bread, for mopping Grated Parmigiano Reggiano or Romano, for passing, optional Serving suggestions: a simple salad of mixed bitter greens dressed with oil and vinegar, salt, and pepper, recipe follows Heat a large skillet over medium heat and add oil, garlic, anchovies, and crushed pep

The Past
The way things were in the past may never over come the way things are today. Only if you let them things will turn out to be the worst. Make sure you live like theres no tomorrow, and make sure that things with yourself are the right things, if they arnt then one day you know that nothing will ever be right until, you changed your whole veiw around.~*~ - made by me.. (i wrote this yay)

Past Lives.
I can smell the cold And feel the night, I can see my breath Though lack of light And hear the souls Of long since dead, I can taste their blood With fear and dread And I know there back From deep within, My soul now aches With thoughts from Past lives relived again.

Pasta With Roasted Vegetables
Pasta with Roasted Vegetables Roasting vegetables is a good way to spice up a veggie pasta dish. Experiment by adding grilled vegetables -- you can use a stovetop grill -- which provide a nice charred contrast to the sweetness of the roasted ones. Credit: ILovePasta.org Servings: 2 to 3 Ingredients: * 8 ounces rigatoni pasta, uncooked * 1 pound mixed fresh vegetables * Salt * Pepper * 1 teaspoon Italian seasoning * 2 tablespoon vegetable oil * 2 teaspoons balsamic vinegar * 1/4 cup chicken broth * 2 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese Directions: Preheat oven to 500 degrees F. Prepare pasta according to package directions. While pasta is cooking, slice or cut vegetables and place in a shallow baking pan, arranged in a single layer. Season with salt, pepper and Italian seasoning and brush lightly with oil. Roast for about 10 minutes, or until vegetables caramelize and brown, leaving any juice in the baking sheet. Drai

Pastor Flapps
The Reverend John Flapps was the pastor of a small town. One day he was walking down the High Street and he noticed a young lady of his congregation sitting in a pub drinking beer. The reverend wasn't happy. He walked through the open door of the pub and sat down next to the woman. "Mrs. Fitzgerald," he said sternly. "This is no place for a member of my congregation. Why don't you let me take you home?" Sure," she said with a slur, obviously very drunk. When Mrs. Fitzgerald stood up from the bar, she began to weave back and forth. The reverend realized that she'd had far too much to drink and grabbed her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their balance and tumbled to the floor. After rolling around for a few moments, the reverend wound up on top Of Mrs. Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist.

Past Life Companions
I wasn't sure where to put this particular topic, lol. But it does have alot to do with energy, so this ended up here! I feel the need to write this because, of late, I have had several friends, both online and off, who have encountered their first past life companion that was a past life spouse/lover/whatever. This is truly a mind-blowing experience and tends to upset one alot, lol!! That is a most diplomatic way to put it, lmao!! How do you recognize a past life companion, of the generic sort? You meet them and it feels like you've known them forever, lol. I tend to get a chill running up my spine, as well. But that may just be me. You are comfortable with these people for no good reason that you can see. Chances are you have known each other in a past life or two, or more! Past life companions that have been spouses/lovers/whatevers cause a little different response, lol. The strength of the response depends on many things, from what I can tell: how many lives you have spe

The Pastor's Ass
The Pastor's Ass The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT. The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS. This was too much for the bishop so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper hearing of the news posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS

The Pastor’s Visit At Celsius 232.7
Last night our associate pastor came to visit our house. This wasn’t out of the blue, even though when I saw Pastor Gerald at church Wednesday morning and he remarked that I was on his radar, I wondered aloud if I was speeding! No, he’s wanted to get around to the individuals who come to Bethany Lutheran and meet them in their homes and wondered what would be a good time to visit Martha and me. I told him Friday night was good for that, and after making our first floor as clean but not immaculate (people do live here, and with an infant and toddler “immaculate” gets thrown out the window) and moving various accumulated messes off the table so we actually look like a home, I brewed some coffee for us after dinner last night. Pastor Gerald remarked we were about the hundredth home he’d been to since he started at Bethany, and it really helped to not just see the places where people lived as houses, but as homes. I brought Jeffrey with me to our church’s men’s breakfast today and a

Past Life Vision Tea
Timing would be during the dark of the moon through the waxing crescent. It is the time of visions. For this you will call upon Isis. You will need Lilac oil to anoint your Temples, Brow Chakra, center of each Palm, on the Solar Plexus Chakra, on the Sacral Chakra and the soles of each foot. Now you will be making a decoction. Which means you will simmer the herbs for twenty minutes. There are two teas that you can choose from that will both work. Tea 1 Table spoon of Catnip Table Spoon of Mugwort Table Spoon of Ginger Tea 2 Table Spoon of Valerian Root Table Spoon Orange peel Table Spoon of Mugwort Use a glass sauce pan, for some reason metal ruins the tea. Mix to two -two and a half cups of water. Bring to a boil then drop the heat to a simmer and allow to simmer for twenty minutes. Stir clockwise as it steeps., Visualize your intent and infuse the tea with your energy and desire. Strain the herbs and drink a large cup of the tea.

Past And Present Questioning
ok I have been checking the history when i get home every morning and I noticed that my boyfriend has been looking up porn ( that doesn't bother me i like porn but he says he didn't do it and there is only the two of us on this computer) and his ex girlfriends.....he's made a myspace profile and won't add me as a friend. a few months back I was getting these text messages from a dating service he was suscribed to, he also didn't know anything about. and was messaging this 16 year old things like I'm wanting and hoping to hear from you soon, the pics on your profile look amazing... his excuse was he was setting his cousin up with her. now it may just be my paranoia but now he has added aim and i found a personals thing on the history, I'm a very jealous person psychotic doesn't even begin to describe what I would be if another lame asshole is cheating on me. I'll neuter him with a butter knife. but the main thing is why can't some just be honest? if you don't want to be with some one j

Pastry Wrapped Pineapple Cream Cheese
Pastry Wrapped Pineapple Cream Cheese For pastry: 3/4 cup flour 4 T. unsalted butter, softened 4 oz. cream cheese, softened For Filling: 6 T. crushed pineapple, drained 8 oz. cream cheese, softened 1 egg yolk, beaten Assorted crackers and sliced apples, tossed with lemon juice, for serving For pastry: In a large bowl, combine flour, butter and cream cheese. Beat with electric mixer at low speed, scraping sides often, until dough forms, 2 to 3 minutes. Shape into a ball. Wrap with plastic and chill for at least 30 minutes in the refrigerator. Heat oven to 350. Place dough between two sheets of wax paper and roll into a 12 x4" rectangle. For filling: spread 3 T. crushed pineapple in center of dough. Place cream cheese on pineapple; top cream cheese with remaining 3 T. crushed pineapple. Allow pineapple to drip down sides of cream cheese. Enclose cream cheese with dough by bringing sides of dough together and pressing edge

The Pastor's Ass (email)
The Pastor's Ass The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT. The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS. This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10. This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains

Past Blogs That Men Should Many People Should Read!!!!!!!
HELLO ALL, HERE ARE A FEW OF MY BLOGS FROM MY SPACE. YES I CAN BE A BITCH WHEN I FEEL THE NEED TO BE. JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS, THESE ARE VERY OLD. I JUST HAPPENED TO HAVE OVERHEARD A CONVERSATION BETWEEN 2 CERTAIN PEOPLE FROM HERE, AND I HOPE LIKE HELL THEY READ THIS. SOME MEN CAN BE SO COLD AND HEARTLESS. THESE BLOGS ONLY HAVE TO DO WITH THOSE 2 MEN AND NONE OF THE REST OF YOU ON MY PAGE OR WHOM I TALK TO ALL OF THE TIME. I REALLY CARE ABOUT ALL OF MY FRIENDS, AND DON'T WANT TO LOSE ANY OF YOU. THESE 2 MEN KNOW EXACTLY WHO THEY ARE. ONE IS MY HUBBY AD THE OTHER IS A DJ FRIEND OF HIS. THE REST OF YOU PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS AS A SHOT AT ANY OF YOU AT ALL. NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU HAS DONE ANYTHING TO ME EXCEPT BE MY FRIENDS. BUT MY HUBBY AND HIS FRIEND WERE TALKING SHIT ABOUT WOMEN, SO I DECIDED TO PUT A FEW OF MY OLD ASS BLOGS UP ON HERE FOR THEM TO READ. I CAN MAN BASH WITH THE BEST OF THEM, BUT I DON'T DO IT NOW, BECAUSE I LUV ALL OF MY FRIENDS, AND I DO HONESTLY CARE ABOUT THEM.

Pasties For Two
"Oh, that tickles!" Annie giggled. "It tickles now but you’re going to be groaning when it’s time to take them off. Now hold still." At 22, Belinda was three years older than Annie and she often took the attitude of stern older sister. They were from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, and when Annie moved to Boston to start an independent life, she looked up her old neighbor Belinda. After living in Boston for several years, Belinda was glad to help her young friend. "Annie, I wish you would take a job in a store or an office. I feel bad that you’re doing this topless dancing with me. Your parents would kill me if they knew I had helped you get a gig in this dive." Annie had been accepted to study in a prestigious nursing school. "I’ve got three months before the course begins," she had told Belinda, "three months in which to make enough money to feed myself all year. Please, isn’t there an opening at the place where you’re dancing" As a painter, Belinda was not yet sufficiently est

Past Drama On Fubar
Ok..if you have read my ABOUT ME, then you know that this is my 2nd attempt on fubar. The first time I was on fubar, I met a guy that totally turned out to be a headcase. He wasted a lot of my time and caused me much emotional stress! His name then was JJ..NOW, he is back on fubar as 'Sexy Daddy Jason - Fu Hubby to Sexy Bi Angel' His yahoo is JJ Alexander or Jessie Jones.. dragracer_from_hell@yahoo.com or midnitesoulz (something like that..he uses the other one more) He told me he had a daughter named Ashley..but i never heard her in the background any of the times that we talked. Also..when he calls you it will always show up "withheld" or "private caller". He told me he had a daughter that died. Of course, he told me a lot of things that just never added up. He sent me lots of pictures that i am going to post in an album..so ALL YOU LADIES can know that I am not lieing. This guy has mental problems and tries to manipulate females. And I don't want you to go thru the emo

The Past
I looked for you But U were gone in a fraction of a moment I was alone and empty Insignificant and empty all I had was memories of a false happiness of a life untrue It was over I was dead inside for a longtime I cried thousands..No Millions of tears for a false love, a fantasy then one day I woke up.

Past The Cover
Past The Cover The beauty of a woman, isn't in the clothers she wears, The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman, must be seen from in her eyes, Because that's the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman, isn't in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman, is reflected by her soul. It's the caring that she cares to give, the passion that she shows, And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows.

The Pastor's Ass
The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10 This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next day

Pasta Shrimp Bake
Pasta shrimp bake 4 cups dried pasta 6 oz mushrooms 2 oz Parisian cheese 1 tbsp. + olive oil 6 oz peeled shrimp 2 tomatoes sliced 6 tbsp./ 3 oz + butter Béchamel sauce 1 tsp. dried oregano 2 small fennel bulbs Pinch of cayenne Salt and pepper 1. Cook pasta in large pan of lightly salted water with 1 tbsp. Olive oil. When tender, but still firm, drain. Return to pan and dot with 2 tbsp. Butter. Shake the pan well, cover and keep warm. 2. Melt the remaining butter in a pan over medium heat and sauté the fennel for 3-4 minutes, until it begins to soften. Stir in mushrooms and sauté for 2 more minutes. Stir in shrimp; remove from heat, set aside. 3. Make béchamel sauce and add cayenne. Remove from heat and stir in vegetables, shrimp, and pasta. 4. Grease a round shallow ovenproof dish with butter. Pour in shrimp and pasta mixture. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese on top. Arrange tomatoes around edge and brush with olive oil and oregano 5. Bake in preheated oven 350 for 25 minutes

Past Life
Sam, you could have been a famous Artist Oil painting, sculpture, photography. No matter the medium, it's clear that an imaginative soul like yours must have been an artist in a former life. With your creativity and originality, you've got a unique approach to the world that just begs to be shared with everyone. Like the great masters who came before you, you march to the beat of your own drummer and don't follow the herd. You live life by your own rules and aren't afraid to express your ideas. Lucky for all of us, they're great ones. So, keep expressing yourself. You're sure to be legendary! http://web.tickle.com/rd/52658/invite?type=t&test=1432&inviter_id=Cjf3APQYtfrxnNXz&inviter=Sam

The Past...
they say that people from your past are there cuz they never make it to ur future.. how can a person make it to your futur when u never gave them a fair chance to be a part of your present...to have interference at every turn...and have others make u out to b something ur not and lie about u simply because they are jelous..and they are afaird that u may see how truly compatable u may b together... the past is to teach us a lesson, to learn from it and move forward and to not try to relive it, for it will never b the same... reguardles of how your emotions are or how great the memories can be of the past... once to cross thee line and cut them to the bone, u can never take back that wound it shall for ever be a scar upon your heart and yours thoughts shall always wander to that memorie...

Past
Don't be blinded by the past, believe in the things that fate has brought your way if you wait to long it will be gone. For if you stand still, you can not move forward I'm waiting to share the goodness, the love the passion and the best that you can imagine.. Are you the one that will make my heart stop whenever you are near? Are you the one that will come up and whisper I Love You in my ear? are you the one that my heart has longed for and now finally did find? Are you the one that promises to always love me until the end of time? Someday a soul will reach out, touch your heart, and with tears in their eyes ask are you the one?

The Past
Yea, so the past has come out again Why is it I can't get rid of it? All I want is to live my life in peace Yet once again, the depression sinks deep If I could go through life without feelings I would do so in a heartbeat But always I must feel Always have this pain in my chest Like I am under water and can't find the surface Choking on the scream that wants to get out My heart pounds in my ears The blood pours out my veins Yes, I have cut myself again I can't live anymore, not here Watching as the blood pools around me Maybe I'm hallucinating, is that you mom? No, I've heard people see things My fingers play with the wounds Oh, there goes some more fresh blood Joining with its friend on the floor My vision is fading now, getting dark I think I'll just go to sleep A few hours should do me some good I remember the past, and it scares me

The Past....
kinda sucks that my first blog on here is a sad ,shitty one.The only people up are,u guys so who ever reads this,thanks for listening.Im not askin for comments or support i just need to vent it out a 'lil. So,im sitting here cause i cant sleep.So many things are goin through my mind...but the most important is tomorrow morning.For those of u whom know me outside of here know my struggle and battle everyday.Well, tomorrow morning is the day i get to fess up to the horrible,unfair,so wrong things that i have done to my body for the past 13 yrs.Its fucked up how we do things that we know r so wrong and hurt everyone around us and do nothing but keep on keepin on.Its fucked up how we avoid a situation if we know the outcome and dont like it.But,at last,it does catch up to u.Its too late. So,to not go into details anymore than i really want to i have had a serious eating disorder for 13 yrs.Im not ashamed and im not proud.Im me.And everyday i have to wake up and look in the mirror and w

Past,present And Future
REFLECTING ON MY PAST-I WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING.BUT TIME TO PUT IT IN THE PAST AND FOCUS ON THE PRESENT AND THE FUTURE.I AM HAPPY AT THE PRESENT BECAUSE I AM PAVING THE WAY FOR A BRIGHTER FUTURE,A FUTURE THAT IS FILLED WITH JOY,HAPPINESS AND PEACE. I HAVE LEARNED TO LIVE AND LET LIVE I HAVE LEARNED HOW TO LOVE AND LET GO I HAVE ADAPTED TO THE WAYS OF THE WEARY WHO DON'T KNOW WHICH DIRECTION TO TAKE IN LIFE. I AM EVOLVING FROM A SCARED WOMAN...SOMEONE TAUGHT ME THE MEANING OF "TOUGH LOVE". BUT I CAN SEE THE FUTURE AND IT IS AS BRIGHT AS CAN BE...MY JOB WILL MATTER...WHAT WOULD THIS WORLD DO WITHOUT ME? 2 PEOPLE "INSPIRED" THIS-ONE IS A LOVE LOST AND THE OTHER IS A LOVE THAT WAS LOST AND THEN FOUND.

Past
who cares about the past what should it matter if you have done it you should take responcibility not push it all on someone else sure you should get help but you shouldnt get off free its not fair to the others when they are doing it all so what if you want to party you ruined that leave the child in you in the past step up and be a father

The Past Two Days Have Sucked
literally. the past two days have sucked sooo much. since tuesday i have been getting sick and i didnt go to the health center until today. turns out i have an infection in my chest. it makes sense...at least to me it does. the woman at the desk was really rude to me this morning which i didnt need today especially after wat happened wit my professor but that is a story for later. so the receptionist this morning was just RUDE. it went like this: me: hi, i'm a walk-in.. her: oh, well we do everything by appointment (NOTE: their site says they take walk-ins) me: oh ok her: wat's your name? since when have you been sick? me: angelica mooney and since tuesday her: well, ANEGELICA, we do everything by appointment (i wanted to say, a-fuckin-pperantly!) me: uh...ok her: i dont have anything right now until late morning and that's how my appointment wasnt until 11:25. but i now have super antibiotics so we will see. the professor thing and then the mike thing. ok. my

The Pastor And His Son
The Pastor and his Son A good reminder of God's Love. Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.' His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?' 'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.' Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain.' The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?' Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.' Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?' His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts,

Past Due?
Yearning to fathom the depths of your Wonderful eyes, Eyes shimmering brighter than gemstones in candlelight, Venerating every inch of your face against my chest, Listening to heartbeats racing distances, As our trembling hands fondle each others bare shoulders, And our tongues entwine and caress like timeworn roses, Heavy eyelids & heavy hearts, Amidst the celestial bodies, Spending a night on earth Moans of contempt and romance, All imitated of course, But a passionate kiss all the same, Is this love for infatuation, Infatuation with love Or have I forgotten what's past Due? True Romance BY: YOUR BELOVED TWEETY

The Pastors Ass!!!!
The Pastor's Ass The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read: .... PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT. The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS. This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. The Bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10. This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead

Pasta Siciliano
This wonderful and easy skillet pasta dish includes sun-dried tomatoes, olives, pine nuts, feta cheese, and crushed red pepper flakes. This is an authentic alternative that gets rave reviews in our family. Prep Time: 15m Cook Time: 20m Ready in: 35m Yield: 8 servings Ingredients 1 (16 ounce) package uncooked farfalle pasta 1/4 cup olive oil 3 cloves chopped garlic 1 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes 2 tablespoons lemon juice 1/2 cup pine nuts 1 (2.25 ounce) can sliced black olives 1/2 cup chopped sun-dried tomatoes 1 cup crumbled feta cheese salt and pepper to taste Directions 1. Bring a large pot of lightly salted water to a boil. Place farfalle pasta in the pot, cook for 8 to 10 minutes, until al dente, and drain. 2. Heat the oil in a large skillet over medium heat, and cook the garlic until lightly browned. Mix in red pepper and lemon juice. Stir in the pine nuts, olives, and sun-dried tomatoes. Toss in the cooked pasta and feta cheese. Season with salt

Past Lives Mumm: My Reaction.
I strongly believe in past lives. I actually am a living example of past life cell memory. I can tell you about some of my past lives including my most recent past life where I was a Jew in a Concentration Camp. I kid you not. My first words ever spoken this lifetime were in German and in Yiddish. They were nein (I would shake my finger no and shake my head simultaneously so) and goy (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goy) which I would often say while falling asleep. All I know is I was a young girl and I was burned to death. I had nightmares as a child this lifetime because of it. I used to be so afraid of fire. I would get sick to my stomach and have panic attacks upon conversations in school regarding the matter. When forced to watch Schindler's List in school, I was much more emotional than my classmates. There was also an incident this lifetime where I crossed paths with my former husband from my life as Sarah, a young British woman with red hair, in college. We were married in the 17

Past Holds Secrets
The past holds many secrets better left untold . . . For to bring them to the present its bitterness unfolds . . . The memories we cherish may be tarnished by its gloom . . . Its darkness and its sorrow is to what we are doomed . . . There is no need relive the past for to do so is in vain . . . Yesterday's gone, today is here why relive the pain . . . Forget the past as you turn away and wish it a farewell . . . For no longer in the past will your present dwell

Past Life Thoughts
The forgotten life is gone now, The slate has been wiped clean, There is no recollection left, Of who I was or where I've been, Haunted I stare at the mirror now, Knowing that I remember but at the time, I forgot all I once held dear to me, All that I owned, all that was once mine, The dying memory has faded now, Shifting in the sands of sleep, There is no nostalgia in my mind anymore, No melancholy for me to keep, The dark is crowding in now, Thoughts are screaming in my mind, As visions of a life I have not lived, Are discarded with the feelings I find, The other time is going now, It's just slipping away from me, Leaving me without idle regret, Finally just setting me free, My spirit is singing in joy today, I will not question why or how, The nagging memories of my past life have faded

Past Songs Featured On Battle Of The New Rock
Hope you Enjoy! Cinder Road - Shouldve Known Better Red - Already Over Disturbed - Inside the Fire Blacktide - Shockwave Korn - Kiss Papa Roach - Be Free Marylin Manson - Vodevil Chevelle - The Fad Ashes Divide - The Stone

The Past And The Future...
HEY!! JUST HAVENT HAD TIME TO WRITE ANYTHING BUT I GOTSA! OK FIRST OF ALL LIKE NORMAL I APOLOGIZE AHEAD IF I OFFEND ANYONE BUT I DONT KNOW WHY I WOULD UNLESS ITS YOU IM TALKING ABOUT:p LETS TALK ABOUT THE PAST.......WHO CARES? THE FUTURE DOESNT MATTER IT AINT HERE YET! IF THE PAST MATTERED ALOT OF YOU WOULDNT BE READING THIS I WOULD HAVE YOU BLOCKED OR YOU ME SO GET OVER THE PAST ITS DEAD GONE NEVER BE BACK!THOW IT BEHIND YOU AND NEVER LOOK BACK! THE FUTURE IS BOGUS THERE IS NO FUTURE!THERES ALWAYS TOMMOROW DONT HAPPEN HAVE YOU NOTICED? WORRY ABOUT TODAY! RIGHT NOW NOT 5 MINUTES AGO OR 5 MINUTES FROM NOW. I COULD DIE RIGHT AT THIS MOMMENT AS IM TYPING THIS BUT THEN YU ALL WOULDNT BE READING IT! SEE???ALL THAT HAPPENED DONT MATTER TO ME ALL THE DRAMA DONT MATTER! SO GET OVER IT!!!!! THATS ALL THANKS FOR READING MY RAMBLNGS! HAVE A GOOD NIGHT:) THE WATCHER

The Past
Beneath the water that's falling from my eyes lays a soul I've left behind the edge of sorrow was reached but now I'm fine I've filled the hole I had inside I'll pray it doesn't scream my name so I light a flame and let it breathe the air that kills the shame I'm up I'm down like a roller coaster racing through my life I've erased the past again a risky morning I feel like I'm alive I can't believe I've made it through this time the edge of sorrow I lived in for some time (lived in for some time) has left the hole I have inside The burden is I try my hate was the last thing I ever felt or thought I could escape I'm up I'm down like a roller coaster racing through my life I've erased the past again You let me in then broke me down the difference is this time around I will not let you see me try I'm up I'm down like a roller coaster racing through my life I've erased the past again Erased the past again now Erased the past again Ben

The Past Few Yrs
THE CRAZY BITCH, MY ILLNESS, AND THE MOVE! The crazy ass bitch wanted me dead: She went to school we with Steve and she married his best friend and I was there daycare provider. After cheating several times on her husband she left him for a man the same age as her dad! She had 2 kids now girl is 14 1st husband and boy is 4 2nd husband! She is one nasty woman gross as hell she would wash dishes before dinner cause every dish in their house was always dirty! We are talking moldy food not even scrape stuff off she left the dishes all over the house! She would even forget to shower! You know those people that give you a bad vibe this is her! She was a terrible mommy so bad that when her daughter was a baby her mom called me and asked if I would take care of her baby if she called cps I said yes but ya have to be a relative! She is bipolar not on meds! So for several years she begged me to do a 4 sum with her and her husband and I kept saying no cause ewe…. I need to lik

Past Incidents Shape Who You Are Today
You see how bad the world can be when you've been up close and have seen the things most people in their lives will never see. You've seen the anger, the terror, the violence, the blood, the pain, the hurt, the heartache and the sadness. You wonder how any of this can happen. then you wonder how all of it can happen in one setting over and over again. Murder, Domestic Violence, Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Assault/Battery, Alcoholism/Addiction, Drug Abuse/Addiction, Thieviery, Attempted Suicide, And Death. You'd think I was talking about a day in the life of a police officer, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong. Unfortunately, I've seen all of this at a very young age. A few incidents were shielded from me, but I still know every last detail and the images are there from what I learned about it. I know all of this has affected me whether or not conciously or subconciously, it's all still there. I've taken it all in. I always wanted to help make the world better by helping people

The Past
Dear, (fill in name if it applies to you) Over the last few months there have been some people that I've hurt in one way or another. I want to send my deepest apology for all that I may have done that hurt you in anyway. I have struggled through many things in my life lately and finally realized that I need to apologize to those i've hurt. I allowed my life to be affected by so many things therefore i took it out on others. I cannot allow myself to go day to day and never apologize to those I hurt. I'm sorry for my lack of good judgement and I'm truly sorry. It takes alot for me to admit that I was wrong in one way or another and by using bad judgement on my part I lost alot of things. Once again I just want to sincerely apologize for anything that I may have done. Feel free to message me if you like.

The Past
Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside or outside... to want to be no where and disappear? In two years time, my scar became pale and shiny and I had no memory... That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain. After a while I didn’t think it was a terrible life, no, not really. After a while I hurt so much that I didn’t feel any difference. A person has very strange thoughts when it seems that life is about to end. And I want to tell you this: We are lost, you and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others. But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day because it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust and restlessness; the wonder, fear and loneli

Pasta Tonight
A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for Several years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she confided in him that She was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage,he would pay her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child,he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write Spaghetti" on the back. He would then arrange for child support payments to begin. One day, about 8 months later, he came home to his confused wife. His wife said, "Honey, you received a very strange post card today." The wife handed him the card and watched as her husband read the card,turned white and collapsed. On the card was written: "Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without! Request bread...

Pasta With Asparagus
Pasta with Asparagus Ingredients: 5 garlic cloves, minced 1 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes 2 to 3 dashes hot pepper sauce 1/4 cup olive oil 1 tablespoon butter 1 pound fresh asparagus, cut into 1-1/2-inch pieces Salt to taste 1/4 teaspoon pepper 1/4 cup shredded Parmesan cheese 1/2 pound mostaccioli or elbow macaroni, cooked and drained Directions: In a skillet, cook garlic, red pepper flakes and hot pepper sauce in oil and butter for 2-3 minutes. Add asparagus, salt and pepper; saute until asparagus is crisp-tender, about 8-10 minutes. Add Parmesan cheese; mix well. Pour over hot pasta and toss to coat. Serve immediately. Yield: 4-6 servings. My notes: I thought it was too spicy but my husband loved it. Next time I would cut back on the red pepper flakes and let my husband add his own hot sauce to his plate.

The Past Was Good!!,, But My Future Is Awesome
I discoverd today.. why they hell im so depressed.. TO HELL WITH PEOPLE IN MY PAST.. and god I love the ones that are now here present.. There is nomore fool me twice shame on me! Only shame on you...

Past, Present & Future.....love......
We have a past... You were my love before I even realized it. I had been searching for a long time, and then my heart recognized you. We have a present... You understand my language, whether it's a sigh, a nudge, or a sly wink. :D You inspire me to be real, to face things and to give everything my best shot. You accept me as I am, and sometimes I'm not entirely lovable, but you love me anyway. We have a future... No matter what my fears, no matter what my challenges, you'll be there for me and I'll be there for you. We're a part of each other, and you and I will always have the best kind of love.

The Past
Ok, so, everyone has a past...some people regret and hate it, other people love it. I hate and love it. So many things have happened in my life, and a few of them I regret the way I went about them. Other's, Im proud of myself. But sometimes I wish that I could just go back and change the way I reacted or I could do it a different better way. I guess there really is no reason to dream about the past, but for me, I do, even when I don't want to. And all it does is tear me up inside and kill me. I can't stand alot of things that happened. But, it's life, and it's in the past, I just wish I could let it go.

Pastor Is Looking For Weddings
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The Past
Why is that we cant ever escape our pasts... No matter we do, how we change, or how far we run.. Its never enough.. and it always comes back... And it brings all the old, dead emotions attached to it with it.. and they float back up to the surface...

The Pastor's A@*
This is too funny and so true!! Enjoy yours!! The Pastor's Ass The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10 This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered t

The Pastor's Ass
Can't get much closer to the truth then this! The Pastor's Ass The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT. The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS. This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10. This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered

Past Vocations
Ok, my wife was making fun of me the other day for all of the things that I've done in my past. So, I thought I would list them for whoever gives a crap. 1. Movie theater projectionist (High School) 2. TV/Appliance Delivery (H.S.) 3. Church Nursery attendant (H.S.) 4. Disc jockey (College) 5. Summer Camp Riverfront director (College) 6. Summer Intern Youth director (College) 7. Youth/Children's Minister (College) 8. Church Pastor (College) 9. Fire suppression inspector (TN) 10. Motorola Store manager (TN) 11. ADT Salesperson (TN) 12. City Fireman (TN) 13. Tire salesperson (TN) 14. Disc jockey (TN) 15. Vending delivery driver (TN) 16. TV producer (TN) 17. Asst. Loss Control Manager (AR) 18. City Fireman (AR) 19. City police officer (AR) 20. Health & Safety Manager (KY) 21. Safety Manager (KY-Present) Any questions? Go ahead and ask away.

Pasta Stuffed Pizza Style
Pasta Stuffed Pizza Style Two great tastes in one easy dish! Make extra and freeze before baking; you've got another meal without any more work! Serving: 4 Prep Time: 25 minutes Cook Time: 20 minutes Total Time: 45 minutes INGREDIENTS: 30 jumbo shells uncooked 3 oz part skim Mozzarella cheese, grated 1/4 cup Parmesan cheese, grated 3 medium zucchini, grated 2 tsp garlic powder 1 cup seasoned Italian bread crumbs 1 1/2 oz pepperoni torn into small pieces 1 large egg white 3 cups low sodium tomato sauce 1 tsp oregano 1 tsp dried basil DIRECTIONS: 1. Prepare pasta according to package directions. 2. While pasta is cooking, preheat oven to 450º F. 3. Toss the zucchini with the garlic powder and put it into a colander. 4. Let it sit 5 minutes and then squeeze out as much moisture as possible. 5. In a large bowl, mix zucchini mixture with bread crumbs, pepperoni and egg white, stirring well. 6. In a medium mixing bowl, stir together the ingredien

The Past
its funny how the past always creeps up on u like a phatom in the night. how u loose sight of wut used to be. how time fly by when u loose ur mind. its crazy how things seem so good when looking from the outside looking in. but when ur looking from the inside out .... everything could be so painful& so lonely even tho ur walking around with a smile on ur face and laughter leaving ur mouth. lost in ur own thoughts of lust and confusion. never understanding how the past keeps jumping into ur present. not able to seperate the reality from the fantasy... trying to comprehend the used-to-be's. no one really knows what runs thru ur mind or all that u see or maybe wut words u wish u could really say just wanting to stay to urself, closed in room far away from everyone else. its funny how the past always ends up in ur face with memories of aches and pains ... that no one can relate to how u used to feel so useless and dazed. to sum this dont make sense... but th

Past Songs Featured On Battle Of The New Rock
Sevendust Prodigal Son Disturbed The Night Apocalyptica I Dont Care Theory of a Deadman Bad Girlfriend Rev Theory Hell Yeah Seether Rise Above This Sixx AM Tomorrow (Your Current Champion)

Pastors Ass
The Pastor's Ass The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT. The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS. This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided t o give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the follo wing headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10. This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back t

The Past Years
The Past Years How often I have tried to tell the ways the words always there yet never coming out we began as friends we grew to be best friends over time we became mates then we were married our daughter is a most beautiful angel our pets they depend upon us always having a home for our family one mind, one body, one soul, one heart!!! falters, sumbles, fails... happiness dims while sadness grows barriers put up where none should ever be distrust spreads like a cancer poluting our hearts and our minds spirits wavering on the verge of collapse falling into a bottomless dark abyss darkness surrounds you, smothers you suffocating you, cant breathe wanting, needing, pleading surrender to the sorrow let it embrace you like a blanket two minds, two bodies, two souls, two hearts! something important is missing searching for purpose, looking for meaning wanting peace of mind broken, battered, bleeding love is lost without you holding my heart rock bottom seems so

Pasta With Marinara Sauce And Grilled Vegetables
Ingredients 2 Tbs. olive oil 10 large fresh tomatoes, peeled and diced 1 tsp. salt 1/2 tsp. minced garlic 2 Tbs. chopped onion 1 Tbs. chopped fresh basil or 1 tsp. dried 1 tsp. sugar or sugar substitute 1/2 tsp. oregano Black pepper, to taste 2 red peppers, sliced into chunks 1 yellow summer squash, sliced lengthwise 1 zucchini, sliced lengthwise 1 sweet onion, sliced into 1/4-inch wide rounds 8 oz. pkg. of whole wheat spaghetti Directions Heat oil in a heavy skillet. Add tomatoes, salt, garlic, onions, basil, sugar, oregano and black pepper. Cook slowly, uncovered, for 30 minutes or until sauce is thickened. In the meantime, brush peppers, squash and onion with oil. Place under broiler and cook, turning frequently until browned and tender. Remove to bowl. Cook spaghetti until al dente. Drain well and portion onto plates. Cover with equal amounts of sauce. Top with equal amounts of vegetables. Serve immediately. Yield: 4 servings

Past 24hours
The past 24 hour has been hell. First Essie hung up on me. I was trying to talk about the auction i was running since at work. Then call her later on when told me and her sister talk to me like nothing and no body. Then while at work I was stock, Co manger Robert and Ast protion Mike cam over yelled at for working asking me y doing i working. Top of about lose someone like and want to be with. Then today i wash my mp3 player and got yelled at my step dad. It was pure t hell at wor today. I not sure what going on in my life. Wish i had friend to turn to for help. I have no one and no realy cear about me

Past Lives
Have you ever known someone for a short time but felt you've known them forever? Or felt an immediate dislike to someone for no apparent reason? Perhaps you suffer from an ailment that doctors can't seem to diagnose. Much of what's happening to you in your current life is rooted in the past, not just from childhood, but from past lives as well. Your talents, mental capabilities, feelings, fears and foibles are carried over from one lifetime to the next. What's more, the Universal law of cause and effect, or karma, means that you attract situations and people into your life because of your actions and feelings from past lives. A fear explained When Beth was a little girl, she had a profound fear of loud noises, which would send her into a fit of crying. To make matters worse, she had recurring nightmares of puppets dancing outside her bedroom window, followed by an explosion that always jolted her awake. She said that nothing in her waking life could account for these dreams.

Pastors Ass
The Pastor's Ass The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT. The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS. This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN. The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10. This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild! The

The Pastor's Cat
This particular story just made me laugh. Every time I think about it, the vision of that poor cat just amuses me to no end. Hope the story leaves a bright spot in your day. Dwight Nelson recently told a true story about the pastor of his church. He had a kitten that climbed up a tree in his backyard and then was afraid to come down. The pastor coaxed, offered warm milk, etc. The kitty would not come down. The tree was not sturdy enough to climb, so the pastor decided that if he tied a rope to his car and pulled it until the tree bent down, he could then reach up and get the kitten. That's what he did, all the while checking his progress in the car. He then figured if he went just a little bit further, the tree would be bent sufficiently for him to reach the kitten. But as he moved the car a little further forward, the rope broke. The tree went 'boing!' and the kitten instantly sailed through the air - out of sight. The pastor felt terrible. He walked all over the neighborhood

A Pastor With Guts!
Thought you might enjoy this interesting prayer given in Kansas at the opening session of their Senate. It seems prayer still upsets some people. When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual genialities, but this is what they heard: Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and Guidance. We know Your Word says, 'Woe to those who call evil good,' but that is exactly what we Have done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed Our values. We have exploited the poor and called it The lottery. We have rewarded laziness and called it Welfare. We have killed our unborn and called it Choice. We have shot abortionists and called it Justifiable. We have neglected to discipline our children and called it Building self esteem.. We have abused power and called it Politics. We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it

Past Relationships Have Lead Me To Become A Stronger Person.
I'm not sorry that I opened up to you, and told you that I really liked you. I'm not sorry that I was raised with respect, and that I don't sleep with every guy that comes around. I'm not sorry that my body's not perfect enough to 'satisfy' your wants. I'm not sorry that I'm not 'hot'enough, to be your lady. I'm not sorry that I'm actually nice, and not a bitch. I'm not sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things I'm not sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of going out. I'm not sorry that I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date I'm not sorry that I am there to comfort you, When you and your new girl got in a fight. I'm not sorry if I start not being there, and being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when a hotter girl catches your eye. I'm not sorry if I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you whine about how badly girls

A Past Mumm
About 15 months ago I did a mumm called "Should I do this" the funny thing was it was my first mumm asking about doing a photoshoot for free to any lucky lady (for me preferably a BBW). I actually got ripped by a couple of people, one was a complete A$$. He actually put down get pics of soldiers raping teen Iraqi girls and piling dead bodies in pyrimands. At first of course I was angry cause people thought I was out to label and do a bad thing. Maybe in thier eyes I was, but in my eyes I was thinking I was going to celebrate life with my return to the USA. I'm not angry but you know whats funny is it really hurts that there will always be people that will say bad things about us (military). This is not so much for the fact they may hate the military or was maybe discharged baddly or refused entry, for the fact that was going to try something that I feel I worked very hard to return for. I have traveled over 3/4 of the country of Iraq, been fired up and return fire, I've even se

The Past
as the sunset niht begins. the present becomes the past and the future becomes the present. in order to keep life straight you can't let the past bother you. you may want to know about the past to keep the puture insight. just remember if you let everything bother yo then you will have trouble getting ahead in life so let the past be the past but keep your friends in the futurebecause your past present and future become your walkway throgh life.

Past...present...future...
I have learned not to be afraid of facing my past. When I am placed in situations that make me face my most uncomfortable memories, I am simultaneously placed in situations that will allow me to create new memories for my future. -- Harlan Snyder

The Past
The past creeps up on us all…usually at some point in someone’s life when it’s not appropriate. The strong ones are able to just shake it off and continue with their lives. Then you have my group of people…the ones who can’t seem to run far enough away from their past…the ones who relive the memories on a daily basis to the point where it fucks up their lives. It’s just not a life I want to live anymore. I said in my previous entry that a hell of a blog was coming up. Well, this is it. My mind is running faster than I can write…and that’s just not a good sign. I’ve been telling myself that I would quit getting into so much detail with my blogs because it pisses a lot of people off…but this is for me. This is my way to get things out on the table and deal with it when the time comes. And unfortunately, that time is coming near. It seems like this past month has been a battle of the exes so to speak…at least from the previous two. The one I haven’t heard from in two dam

Past
There is many a time You seem to read my mind. But in the end You can't know what I intend. Your view of my actions Are clouded by your past attachments. Your memory guides your comprehension. If only you could change the definitions. Erase the imprints on your heart. Make a new start. Allow me to ease your misery. Let us make our own new history. Poem by Tammy C.

The Past
The Past The past haunts us Like a scorned lover Kicking us in the gut And unexpected assaults Strike fierce and true And leave scars that run deep How many times Are you willing to be kicked How many times Are you willing to be struck From behind by Your own actions?

Past Pain
how do i read you my beautiful son??? you have always been my heart and my soul more than u will ever know past lies and decptions only show one side of the story there is one that has never been told daggers r sunk in lies have been told i see that pain u carry inside for i feel that pain as well my son reaching thru the time reaching thru the pain may u feel once again the love that i have always had for you reguardless of of what others have every said..u feel deep in your heart that which can never b said... i can never erase that which u endured but i can re-affirm that which u know is real and tru.. its not flashy its not expensive and it will never be labeled with a price but it shall always be tru and i shall always love u my beautiful son.

Past To Present
Its seems like so long ago That you said Goodbye It felt like an eternity I know And it made me want to cry No longer would you be there Your voice I'd no longer hear To me it seemed you didn't care I just wanted to disappear Your laugh only a memory Those beautiful green eyes, gone for good My eyes wet, frozen beneath this tree I tried to forget but its not like I could The smile I'd seen so many times And hearing you confess you love to me The inspiration for all my rhymes Its what I'd give just to make you see Maybe then you'll smile like you once did Maybe you can laugh like never before Perhaps you;ll show the love you hid And maybe we would be close once more Then maybe after reading what I have to say And how I've missed what we used to share I wont have to wait any longer for the day When you tell me you love me and you still care

The Pasture
On the edge of the pasture I see what I believe is my life .Filled with prickly pear and cactus but flowers blooming are fresh with a sweet sweet aroma . Knowing that a storm is brewing and the rain will fall with lighting and thunder . The sky is purple gray and magenta swirling clouds over the pasture . Winds blow away the rampage of mother nature to a calmness only she knows ....

Past And Present Survey
5 Years Ago: Did you have a job? What was it? Yes. I worked at Target. Did you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Exactly 5 years from today? No. But I did in the year of 2004. lol Where did you hang out? School, I was involved in so many clubs and sports I hardly left that place. What was your favorite TV show? Hmm. Probably Law and Order. Where did you live? In Raleigh, in the old townhouse. Did you believe in Santa Claus? haha, sure. My mom is the best Santa Claus ever! Had you been in an accident? No. How old were you? Again, exactly from todays date, I was 17. Who was your best friend? I don't think I really had one. Well, I did, but she moved away and we kind of lost touch. What was your favorite possession? My class ring, which I had lost but my dad was kind enough to help me get a replacement. 5 Months Ago: What was your favorite TV show? Still Law and Order, lol. Had you been in an accident? No. Where did you live? Columbus, GA.

The Past Week
Well have not been on here..... we got a wonderful ice storm that knocked the area totally out. I just got power back today, internet and cable... so life should get better. My shelter is still out of power which really sucks for the 4 legged critters so spending as much time there as possible haying the dogs in so they can burrow under it and build up some body heat. Hoping to get some pictures added that I found amusing around town. Specifically one I had a friend take of the strip club with the "toy" store that had a home made sign out front letting all know they had batteries for sale....... *snicker* So just wanted to let all know what the hell is going on. Apparently we are supposed to have some more of the mess coming back.... 80,000 power poles down so I should count my blessings to have my power back up. hugsss n later folks, have to make another run to check on my shelter animals then off to bed.

The Past Few Yrs...
So I was sittin here one day last week thinkin about the last few yrs of my life, and I've come to realize a few things. Most of it, is pretty obvious, but there were a few things I REALLY had to think about. What I've gained, what I've lost... WHO I've lost, people that have come and gone, and one or two who wont go away. I've finally come to accept the simple fact that when I make someone a priority in my life, I'm never more than their option. Someone to fall back on when their life falls to shit... their own lil pick me up, their "escape". And what I found odd, was how 4 women, who, as far as I know, have never met one another, all came up with the term "escape" when they would refer to what it felt like to them when we hung out, or spent time together, or "dated" or whatever. Is that the new term Cosmo is tellin women to use now? I know I'll have a hard time trustin anyone who claims they care or love me, especially after findin out the last one never meant it. I know now

The Past Week
so this last week has been one crazy week for me i went to Oregon for the first time, that was great we went up there to work on stuff for Laura"s wedding, it was great being able to see lil grandma and grandpa (i think its been about 3 years since i seen them last) i have some photo's up if you want to take a look, sadly there was not a lot of snow just some on the grand when we were going thought the pass. But its all good, so i get home and mom tell me that Quentin might be going on strike but as of right now all they did was some of the clock pickteding but from the last that they told me there not going to go on stricke cause they like they way the new contrack so yea im happy about that then on wednesday we get a call from my aunt Kelly (she is Quentin sister) letting us know that my aunt Sharen is in the hospital an well its not looking all that great for her so yeah im really going to miss her i do have one thing to look forwared to Mike will be coming up on wednesday

"past, Present, Future"
We walk on these streets, And crawl to our feet, Just to watch us fall, The knowledge we live, And lives that we give, Just to see us sprawl. Is wisdom just a chance, To see us crumble, In defeat While we stand back up, And run away, In the shadows of elite. While we wallow in their footsteps, To become, What they once were, We swallow in our pride, Our past, Becomes a blur. Our present is a stone in time, Our history’s, Aghast, Our future’s right before us, Don’t be trembled, From the blast.

Past And Future
First, past. Really getting my exercise on now. Gym three times last week, three games of badminton on Tuesday and about 6 hours of football over the weekend. Lost another 2lbs Secondly, future. Tomorrow I have my job interview. Providing that goes well, next step is my medical. All in all, things are looking decent at the moment.

Pasturize And Process Me To Death
We are living in a homogonized, pasteurized, antibacterial world, and we as a nation are fatter and sicker than ever. We pump our meat full of hormones and antibiotics, we process the vitamins right out of our foods and then add the vitamins back into them. How many chemicals do you think you consumed today between pesticides in your foods and all the additives that you couldn’t pronounce on the label? Do you remember hearing of salmonella and e-coli outbreaks 10 or 20 years ago, much less people dying from them? These days you can’t order a medium rare hamburger or an over easy egg because the restaurants are so afraid that you’ll get sick and sue them. We have made our houses airtight, we use antibacterial soaps but now we have killer staph and the threat of super bugs immune to antibiotics. Are you sick? Go ahead, bug your doctor for an antibiotic whether it’s viral or bacterial. Chances are they’ll give it to you just to shut you up. Have the flu? Take tylenol to kno

Pastor Gerald's Response At Daybreak
Yesterday was my day off from work, so in the early afternoon a few hours before picking Martha up at McDonald’s, I took Sarah and Jeffrey with me to Dakota Square’s play area and McDonald’s play place to work off some of their energy. I brought them in the stroller that my kids really like to ride in for at least a few minutes, then I alternated carrying one of them and letting the other walk within sight of me. Sarah likes getting held more (she says, anyway) and Jeffrey actually feels heavier despite being the younger sibling. One of the community displays at the mall was a series of new farm tractors. I had to stop Jeffrey from climbing on one with a leather seat and gearshift for your left hand – I was holding Sarah – and told him if he really wanted to know more about farming he needs to ask Pastor Gerald at our church. Sarah: “Pastor Gerald’s here?” I related that episode to the man himself this morning at our men’s breakfast and he got as good a laugh out of it as I did

Past
Walking along this desolate and cracked planet Feeling like the air itself is pressing down upon your skin Weighing you down with life's responsibilities Looking behind you All of your past mistakes rushing forward to try to trap you again A part of you knowing that it would be easier to turn around Let those same mistakes swallow you whole again A shudder racking your body as you fight those intense urges to give up Digging deep down inside yourself, deeper than you've ever dared go before Amazed to find that small spark of strength The strength to turn your back on past mistakes Feeling that small spark growing as you face the future Growing as you place one foot in front of the other Rolling your shoulders as every foot gained gives you a little more space to move The beginnings of a smile caressing your lips Knowing that you have the strength to face new challenges The strength to turn your back on past mistakes To drop t

The Past
Wow where to begin, last night was completely a mind fuck. As I search for answers to my past, a old friend turns up on here. Although I can't recall much about her I do remember her name and can't forget her face. I don't recall the last time we spoke to each other or how things even ended. I do remember where she lived when we were friends. Maybe she will be able to help fill in some of the blanks in my past. Although we have both gone our seperate ways, I hope to be able to still have the friendship we once shared. Last night the dream I had about her felt so real, I'm not sure if it was something that really happened or if it is my mind playing tricks on me. Hopeful time will tell and maybe some of my past will be revealed. Please help I need to know what happened.

The Past Affecting The Future
"The only man a girl can depend on is her daddy."That line from Grease is one that has resonated with me for years, and it has even affected the way that I approach my relationships. I think this is, because in my case, I didn't even have my own dad to depend on growing up. He dropped out of my life right before my 2nd birthday, (August 7th, 1986) and didn't come back into my life until about two days before my 16th. Fourteen years of absence from my life, and all he could say was, "I always MEANT to call or write, but time just gets away from us." Ten to one, he wouldn't have ever gotten back in contact with me, if it wasn't for the letters that I sent him secretly throughout 6th grade. And, not even then.. had it not been for my former step-mom who happened to find those letters while doing some spring cleaning! I owe it to her for the relationship I have with my father, albeit shaky and off-on as it is. At least I've gotten to meet my two half brothers, and my former step-sisters.

The Past Has Come Back
Sometimes I just have a hard time understanding why things are the way they are. I like to think, that this is the way its suppose to be, what is suppose to happen will happen...and with any of my friends I would tell them that, and try to make them feel better. But honestly, that is just a load of crap! Do you honestly think there is someone out there for everyone? My answer is no, because if there was someone for everyone, how do you explain all of the elderly that die alone? No kids, no family, except if they are lucky they have some neices and or nephews that care about them. I feel like, I have met one person, that would have been everything I could have ever wanted, and then more. It just felt good...better than good. It felt good, and I felt good. For reason, that were way beyond my control, it wouldn't work between us. Its possible that I had blinders on, and this guy was like everyother guy I ever liked..and maybe it was just a game for him. I like to think it wasn't, but I wi

The Past Day Has Dragged
i miss talking to who i love and think about when im alone. even as little conversation as it was we were having. the more guys that hit on me, the more i realize how alone i will ALWAYS be. i need... i need a guy who likes me to open his eyes and be straight forward with me. to realize that he is in love with me, and when he realizes that, i need him to tell me and i need him to not change his mind and i need him to know that once i say "I love you too," it means i will ALWAYS be there for him. no matter what. i dont want to feel like a third wheel. i dont want to feel like a charity case. i dont want to feel like a burden when im w/ my friends because ive been one to my family my entire life. boys r all the same and just so...strangle-worthy. slutty chicks r nice to look at. however, they will not be there for u, to take care of u when u r throwing up in the middle of the night!

The Past, A Distant Memory
Love, now THERE'S a scary thought. A brand new mindset and thought process has brought me to this crossroad, the past is over, i cannot dwell on it anymore. As much as i loved who i loved..theres nothing i can do to make it work. i failed at trying to fix things.. now im ready to start over.. to obtain the same person i was before 3 3 short yrs ago. Before i knew "love", marriage, and a friendship that would break me. My life is new again, i look forward to all that God has for me... in the future i dont know where it will take me, whether its to college, touring in the music field, or a family life. (things i had all longed for at one time or another) one day i will meet you , my dear.... my best friend, my better half all the moments of darkness dissipate in the light of the angel God had sent me past "loves" a distant memory... past pain the catalyst to who i have become well deserving of the best, nothing short of perfect, you walked into my life and the honor fell upon my s

The Past.
IWROTE THIS BLOG A WHILE BACK IN THE MISDT OF GREAT PAIN AND SUFFERRING, I WROTE WHERE I WAS AT AT THE TIME. I AM MUCH GREATER NOW, BUT YOU CAN NEVER FORGET WHERE YOU CAM FROM IF YOUR GOING TO BE INTENT ON THE FUTURE AND ITS CHANGE! In this part of my life, i realize that i have made an incredible amount of mistakes. Honestly, not knowing what i was doing. It is true that i am very intelligent, but when your lost in a maze, puzzling to figure out your way, situations arise that can be very damaging. Things in life have led me to try to make a better life for myself. Emotions get caught up in moments that bring contentment, peace, rest, and the finding of newness. It is very possible to become so lost that you really forget good judgement. Your sight can become so cloudy and so mystical, that you could be in a moment that is surreal. I think what happened to me was my mind took an alternate way of thinking just to survive. Trauma, will do that to you. It will cause one to just make

Pastiche
pastiche\pas-TEESH; pahs-\ , noun:1.A work of art that imitates the style of some previous work. 2.A musical, literary, or artistic composition consisting of selections from various works. 3.A hodgepodge; an incongruous combination of different styles and ingredients.

Past
ok im not one to write much but i just cant shake a few things off ,i just dont understand if someone is susposed to be your best friend and you did and have done everything possible to help that person,even going as far as giving them a place live so the kids wasnt going without,how can they turn around and tear a family apart,take a father from his son ,and rip apart a relationship ,it might have not been the perfect lil family and maybe we fought alot and i wasnt treated the best but we managed to make it through 9 years together,but now my so called friend has took over and is living the life i once had,and dosnt feel bad at all for doing what she did,i guess it still dose hurt me some,i mean other then my son, him and his family was my life and thats all i knew i never imagined in a million years that i would have to lose everything i knew and start a new life clear across the country,it just hurts to know she is gong to be waking up everyday in a house that was once mine in the s

Past Present Future & Life
Letting go of the past & moving on can be one of the hardest tasks anyone has to do, however once you get past it, It will make you a stronger person. You always have your memories & You may even have a few "what if" go through your head from time to time, but dwelling over something that is long and gone can put a toll on you and in the end really is not worth being held back from everything life still has to offer, no matter what the past holds. Never let anyone tell you that you are weak for giving up, because sometimes it takes much more strength to give up something you love. Live for the moment, Live life as if tomorrow was the end, never have regrets about anything you ever have or will do, for once all is said and done, everything you did was exactly what you wanted to do and you learn a lesson for everything that happens in your life that in the end makes you who you are as a person. Spend time with your family and friends, you never know what tomorrow may hold. Speak your

Past
I look back on my life and remember some things but not others. I remember what it felt like to watch her sleep. The slow and steady rise & fall of her chest. What it felt like to run my fingers threw her hair. I liked what it felt like to nusal my nose just behind her ear and feel her hair across my face. It is a memory now nothing more or less. I look back and remember some things and not others. I look at the pictures of one or two of the lady's here on fuar and wonder what it would be like to make those kind of memories with them. What suprises me is what I remember of the past. I think that the bad memories fade with time & all I am left with the good ones.

Past & 824
Mr. David Winkler, Esquire said they'll dig up the past but apparently did not know I had nothing to hide as others and for him as well the Stranger and the lady in Lexus, along with the commentator I'll bring up the past starting with 824 Central Avenue, Franklinville, NJ. Flooding was the problem from the Major Subdivision going in behind and around me by Toll Bros. A Land Acquisition Manager, Mr. Henrick Warner came looking for me to buy my home which I surrendered and declared an Illegal Chapter 7 Bankruptcy for the sake of the VA and others. They had placed an Illegal Financial Mental Incompetence on me for over 20 years. I told Mr. Warner I no longer have that property and perhaps he's intrested in my other property. 2 weeks later he contacts me and tells me he's intrested. By that time Shirley was back with me along with at Stonybrook with ProACT and never did I say I was for sale or any information I possesed. Welcome Leanne Hasbrouk from Rep. Andrews office saying we are goint

A Past That Hunts (still Missin My Snobunny)
this is sum i never thought to expectas i flew bacc in depression granny was in da medi am so confused i rilly dont understandonce apon a time i had a bunny n u had a manmysteriously i pondered sumething was wrong not ordinarily strange but clearly at the tip of the tonganother being learking from the shadows if i hadent seen it commin i wouldn't hav felt my hearts hollows i wonder why bad comes to good people n come to think of it as a signal where we ment or ment to be single now um lost no confort no mingle....now i need a drink

Past Tense And Portraits Of The Sober Mind~by Jd
I should have lived a diferent life, Better memories and fond keepsakes. I should have slowed down, Took a bit more time, I could have listened to the important things, Made a few less mistakes. I could've been happy from the get go, Only thing that held me back were stubborn decisions and the rivoting of my mind. I should have lived a different life, Instead of going for broke and to the fullest i would live, I made it so easy to take beating after beating and it became so easy to dispose the good hearts who came my way. If i would have lived a different life, I would have stayed true to my intuition and my choices all the same. I could have spent a little less effort learning how easy it was for people to be used, Sorry but somehow i must have been misguided, I believed people were just meant to come and go. If this were another life relived and the slate was wiped clean, I would think twice before i jump into the deep end, Think properly before i took the next

The Past..
Thinking about things in the past thinking about all the things we thought would last. Things that dont mean what they should, things and thoughts that we always could. Dreams that we though would always come true. When in the end they never do. The dreams of childhood that we strive to believe and try to make a reality, but soon they leave. The love of a lifetime or so we believe, when in truth is revealed they always leave. Thinking about the things in the past, about all the things that we thought would last. The love of a child that we bore, but when they grow up they choose to ignore. They say that ignorance is bliss, but we find out that its either hit or miss. Hoping and praying for that dream far far away, Waiting for that day to come your way. Think about the past, and hold those thoughts and feelings close to your chest. For one day When you least expect. those things can be ripped from you to your regreat. Then your left of the memory of what you thought wa

Past Random Statuses Messages To Bring You More Current, Lol
Past Random Status Messages on Fubar November 6, 2009 Feel like shit and I wanna do bad things to certain evil, wicked vile, putrid, festering sores of humanity that never should of been born in the first place because they fuk up everything. So you really wanna make it worse? Remember I warned you. This cat has claws. November 11, 2009 Gonna play hide the snuggle bunny, lol. December 18, 2009 Loving my sweet Pookie Bear and wanting to get some lovin later to sooth my savage beast.

The Past Is The Past
I usually use my blog for rants, so if you do not like my rants please leave now. Thank you. Thismorning I got up early to help my boyfriend with his requirments to level. After he left, I decided to check on my facebook because I havn't been on it in a while. I was in a REALLY good mood. Well I changed my status on there to tell the world that I was in an amazing mood, hoping to god that people would get it and not screw it up for once. So, Im going thru my things and this guy I used to hang out with when I lived in KnoxDale said hi in my status then started to bring up my past. Pretty big mistake cause it ruined my day. I have changed since then, and I have changed for the better. There is a REASON that I am not like I used to be. Nor do I want to think about the way I used to be. I feel personally if I think about it, it's going to wear on me and then I will back track. I don't want that. So, this is why I feel the need to rant. I wish people would stop bringin

The Pasture Test
You Are Flexible You believe that wherever you go, there you are. And you are able to be anywhere. You can easily adapt to changing situations - in fact, you think a little change does you good. You are incredibly observant, and because of this, you are very wise. You have an impressive memory. You are a very visual person. You never forget a face or a scene. The Pasture Test Blogthings: Waste Time at Work!

The Past
When that Angel with the Blackened Wings set off into his new life, he wanted to look forward. The past however had different plans. Like hooks into his flesh, his past held on. He struggled so hard, the flesh ripping up from the body, the blood so horrid. He knew the pain would be there, he knew the pain. It was such an old friend. Embrace it he said. Keep pulling he said. Never give up moving forward, no matter how much your old friend wants you to stay. Shredding him, the scars will be deep, all the way to is soul. But he'll learn, he always did. He will survive.

Past Reflection.
People enter our lives, for whatever reason. They fill it with laughter, pain, tears, drama. Whatever their purpose is in your life, they enter it and serve it. Some stay for years and fade away, and some enter briefly into your life, vanishing just as quickly as they had come. There are people whom you create a raporte with and instantly take to, and there are people whom you wouldn't trust as far as you can throw them. They come and they go, and sometimes they stay. But no matter who they are, they leave little imprints along your path. The people who grace our lives can sometimes teach us lifelong lessons and help shape how we feel about relationships. We love, and hate, or we simply don't care at all. And sometimes, people help us realize who we are as an individual. And because of him. I discovered something. I discovered myself on this long, trialing journey. So for whatever reason he came into my life, he came for a reason. Perhaps even as our lives drift onwar

Past Pain
Can you hold this please? Dont fold it, it needs to be straight to hold the breeze. The moments pass and days dont last. Not long enough for me to get a grasp on all the thoughts and feelings that have my head hashed. Im bracing for the impact, And hoping I'll stay intact, but I know that once its done we cant take it back, so I write my personal to keep it on track. But the roads been covered now how am I to find my way? Today Im lost hung over and frayed. It's the edges of my soul. Please tell me you know how to braid. See I need help this waters too deep to wade. Can you tie me back together and make me feel okay? Would you fly me through the weather and make this jack ass and ace? Could you give me 90 days notice and hold this heart securely as a deposit? Please dont fold it. I'll pay you when I pick up the pieces and get emboldened. Can you hold this please? Dont fold it, it needs to be straight to hold the breeze. This is to the son

Pastry Chef Schools Engage Tasteful Progress Options
Dough Revere Ware Cookware schools cater to a part part of the cookery sphere. Pastry chefs are uncomparable when it comes to cookery professionals. You may jazz baking everything from primary oatmeal cookies to indulgent cheesecakes. Or, you've e'er been paradisaic immersion author on course than the primary way. Maybe, in your eyes, concern of the joy of a cloying address is the way it is decorated and served. If you feel this way, you should speculate present one of the increasingly hot pastry chef schools across the Fused States to turn a advancement that combines pleasure with practicality.Pastry chef schools request a variety of programs. To opt the justice pastry chef info for you, judge near what you're rattling looking for Revere Ware Cookware a hot and pastry education. There are galore culinary field schools that include dough and baking activity in a thoroughgoing culinary information for chefs. These programs present learn you quite a bit, but only as a sub-unit of a large

Past Blogs Help Me See My Progress..."made Your Bed"
Sunday, January 17, 2010 Made your bed Made your bed (dedicated to...Someone that thought he was better than me,,, And my stupid ass believed him) Now go and lye in it, Hide from every lye in the world that you've just spun me and others in the past 3 months.. Use your excuses all you like.. Thats right .. Guilt gets lighter if you pin your actions on someone else.. But its better to act like im the problem.. He's the problem She's the problem This time i see it was NEVER ME.. Its your way to be,,, I stuck up for you ,to get STABBED And learn that everyone was right about you.. what you pushed me to believe it was never you. You use You hurt You lye You cheat But its all right Cause you got a lye.. An alibi Go use the next guy Tell them a bunch of lyes about me Why?? Awww u need sympathy. Need people to carry you through life Proud of your accomplishment A real hero Because you never worked for anything never have everything,, Use everybody

The Pasta Test
You Are Accepting Your friends would all agree that you are level headed and non-judgmental. You keep things in perspective. You are good at bringing people together, and you enjoy building a supportive community around you. You question everything, including your own decisions. You like to gather input. You would like to be more courageous. You are good at facing your fears, but you think you should do it even more. The Pasta Test Blogthings: Our Quizzes Weren't Written By Bored 12 Year Olds

Past Love
I express more with words on paper than I ever could in person It soothes me, calms me, makes everything clear I write to purge my soul of emotions I cannot handle My heart is bleeding out, the memories I created of you The problem with those memories is that they are a fairytale I made you perfect in my mind and forgot your flaws I loved you regardless of them and gave myself to you Our personalities made an interesting match with each other Inspiration, diversity, fire and passion that led to destruction You held back a piece from me that I longed for I gave up and moved on to find someone willing to share I healed and sought out a new friendship with you I needed you again-someone who understands part of me that most don't You need me to accept what you are willing to give I have loved you, lost you, let go of you and need you Melissa Lay 2009

The Past
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearsble any more,I drank from this life and was poisoned by the night, so i will weep for you at the break of dawn. Crazy is a judgement a criticism made in a world of others the word cant hurt me now for i am in a world of my own!

The Past
THE PAST BY. LADY NOK. the past is like a shadow it will always follow you no matter where you are no matter how bad or good you can try to run from it but its still there the past is like the fog some days it's thick in your memory if you just wait it out it will fade little by little but then it will hit again later on in your life the past will often attack your present with the pain of your memories

The Past Few Days
I have been an emotional trainwreck. I'm not sure exactly why...but I do know it led to over reactions about things that I am not 100% clear on. I am trying to calm down, but it seems like the emotional tail spin has hold. The two people who would normlly calm me, seem to be MIA...so...forgive me if I snap at you, or whine a lot. I had been doing pretty well. Pleh. I'm trying like hell to not go back to the old ways of feeding the sadness cookies.... working out helps to a certain degree feeling a tad lost, and very overwhelmed.

Pastpresentfuture
one day as i was laying in a field on my back, my arms stretched out and my eyes closed. the sun shining on my face. i feel its warmth and it remindes me of being in the arms of a lover. carefree and blissful. not having to say a word and just knowing all the words. its like being able to complete a complicated task while being blindfolded. and as i lay there i begin to daydream of a man. his eyes shone into my soul like a child playing with a magnifying glass. they ignited a passion in me that was wild and untamed. his hands were rough and callused but when they touched me it was the softest lightest touch i'd ever felt. as though he was handling such a rare artifact and did not want to damage it in anyway. and when he spoke to me it was like listening to the most amazing song id ever heard, every word he spoke seemed to caress my heart and stimulate my mind. i felt my self becoming lost within him. its as though i was lost in a labyrinth and was walking in circles. this man made ever

The Past
I am particularly fascinated by the past lately I know that this sentence is funny in itself The past is a tricky thing It isn't REAL yet carries REAL feelings In it's wake to wash upon future shores Before I wax poetic and start measuring my sentences Oh Dear I already have Ok nevermind....my point Just in observation because that is all I can really do The past is fascinating And has a reason More as a footnote for reference in a current argument But when it is used as a blanket defense I really don't understand I have heard ""that is in the past Hilary get over it" And the same people Baptize Dead people And tell me that I am the one with the problem

The Past Can Kiss My Ass! By Koda Shadowcry.
The past is the past, And history can kiss my ass. To long has history repeated, No more shall I feel defeated. I will rise up anew, And give the past a fuck you. I stand before you a new being, Forward looking and future seeking. No more looking back, For it constantly makes me lose track. Lose track of who's in front of my face, No amount of time could replace. From this day forward I promise you, That I will not doubt and will trust you. This promise I will hold tried and true, For I truly lo

Past The Point Of No Return (poem)
Past The Point Of No Return It is a crisp fall night without a soul in sight. I am stowed away for the evening, with in the chamber I write. The memories within haunt me just as a demon preys upon the soul of a un- christened child. Cold and dark with Embers casting shadows; within the chamber walls I fight. The darkness is here, this is the point of no return. No way to undo what I have done. I wallow in my own Self pity. The shiny razor, It breaths life, It inflicts pain, the pain I need to understand. I cut my self, not for the mere prescience to kill myself, but to feel the pain, just before I die, so that I shall feel alive, one last time. The blade sharp as a thorn, Slices the flesh, so flawless, so beautiful. The blood thickens, the minutes quicken Pain has been inflicted. So helpless am I, Yearning for guidance. But no one hears my Cries. No one cares. The cries, the tears, the pain, no one sees my fears. At last I have reached the point Of no return. This is the fi

The Pastry Sale (fiction)
THE PASTRY SALEEvery year, and sometimes even twice a year, the ladies of St.Mark’s Church organized a pastry sale to help finance the upkeep of the church. The parish of St. Mark was an affluent one where many professionals resided and also, since the establishment of a Revlon factory, many single women who worked in the profitable field of beauty products. It was difficult to get the younger women to participate in church affairs but Marjorie Halpern had managed to gather half a dozen middle-age women to take part in some activities. They came from all over the country especially those in the marketing and design segments of the business. Of course the old gals, some much older than Marjorie — she was 48 — were always the first ones to offer to bake while the others, those from the factory, had offered their services to organize the event, rent tables and chairs, and have activities for the c***dren. Since her husband had left her for a younger woman five years ago,

The Past Comes Back
07/04/2012 @ 05:07 am Born in November of 1982. A few weeks after my birth my father's mother (my grandmother passed). I was the only grandchild she knew about when she was alive. Time passed and here came middle school. 1st Friday of the school year, I trip over a curb and fracture my left hip. Ok its the pelvic bone at the hip joint. I was on crutches for 13 weeks. I was off crutches for 2 weeks when some friends and I were playing around and I tripped on my friend landed on my right ankle. Sprained my ankle and was on crutches another 8 weeks. over the years I will have many injuries. The summer of 1997 changed me. I had 2 best friends who were twins 4 years older then myself. July 24th, 1997 we lost my best friends parents to a head on crash with a drunk driver. August 14th, 1997 I watched my best friend (Kev) get murdered saving me from a psycho who wanted to date me and wouldn't take no for an answer. the end of August 1997 princess Di died in a car crash. There was more loss

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Amidst of my greatest lost. What it cost? My heart, another chip chiseled off. Statue sculpting, in memory of. She. Giver of a new start. Far apart, like grand canyon in between. Reality versus dream or long distant lovers chatting on computer screen. Fingertips like lips. Pressing against softly. Connected by the keys to doors of what can be. Which can't be for me. New journey. No longer growing old together, that's whatever. That's it folks, nothing left to see. There's no truth to those rumors. Just rumors to those rumors. Left no room for us, no space to speak. On my feet, tip toeing to my beat. That slow thief stroll, sneak. Blinded in this darkness, reaching for the light I seek. At it's peak I tasted. Sugary sweet. Addicted. Gimme me. Gimme me. Feed me that L. O. V. E. Can get use of. Bring it to my future like she gave it at that present but now she's just a P. A. S. T. Let it be. Best thing for she. Best wishes. Great things come hopefully. Not as bright the star she me ma

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It's the day you realize your past life was a dream.. That's when it all fails to matter. To know that no matter how hard you try, how honest you are or how good your intentions are... for that all to mean nothing. For it all to rest on just one other persons insecurities. This is how precarious your existence is... This is why I am never doing it again. It's a fucking trap. A chemical reaction that means little more than a squirt in the pants... or mouth, depending on how good your aim is.

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Pastors And Clergy
TO ALL WEST TENNESSEE PASTORS. MINISTERS AND CLERGY I AM WRITING THIS OPEN LETTER IN RESPONSE TO YOUR HOUSE OF WORSHIP, YOUR CONGREGATION, YOUR STAFF WHO PREACH AND TEACH THAT WE SHOULD FOLLOW ORDERS AND WORSHIP THE GOVERNMENT, IT'S LEADERS AND IT'S STATESMEN AS FROM THE LORD AS IN ROMANS:13. IF WE DO THIS WE ARE IN DIRECT VIOLATION OF THE SCRIPTURES, THE BIBLE AND OF JESUS CHRIST AND THE WORD OF GOD. JESUS CHRIST AND THE TWELVE WERE IN DIRECT DEFIANCE OF THE GOVERNMENT AND OF ROME BECAUSE ROME WAS IN DEFIANCE OF GOD'S WORD. ROME WAS EVIL AS IS THE CURRENT GOVERNMENT IS EVIL. THE PRESIDENT, CONGRESS AND LOCAL GOVERNMENTS FOLLOW THE BEAST AND LUCIFER. MOST ARE LUCIFERIANS WHO WORSHIP SATAN AND THEIR CONTROL IS THE ELITES WHO RUN THE FOREIGN BANKS LIKE THE ROCKEFELLARS, THE BANK OF ENGLAND, THE ROTHCHILDS, GEORGE SOROS, AND THE BILDERBERGS. THEY IN GOVERNMENT WANT US TO FOLLOW THEM AND NOT JESUS CHRIST THUS THIS GOVERNMENT IS EVIL AND SHOULD NEVER BE FOLLOWED. THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY,

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TO ALL WEST TENNESSEE PASTORS. MINISTERS AND CLERGY I AM WRITING THIS OPEN LETTER IN RESPONSE TO YOUR HOUSE OF WORSHIP, YOUR CONGREGATION, YOUR STAFF WHO PREACH AND TEACH THAT WE SHOULD FOLLOW ORDERS AND WORSHIP THE GOVERNMENT, IT'S LEADERS AND IT'S STATESMEN AS FROM THE LORD AS IN ROMANS:13. IF WE DO THIS WE ARE IN DIRECT VIOLATION OF THE SCRIPTURES, THE BIBLE AND OF JESUS CHRIST AND THE WORD OF GOD. JESUS CHRIST AND THE TWELVE WERE IN DIRECT DEFIANCE OF THE GOVERNMENT AND OF ROME BECAUSE ROME WAS IN DEFIANCE OF GOD'S WORD. ROME WAS EVIL AS IS THE CURRENT GOVERNMENT IS EVIL. THE PRESIDENT, CONGRESS AND LOCAL GOVERNMENTS FOLLOW THE BEAST AND LUCIFER. MOST ARE LUCIFERIANS WHO WORSHIP SATAN AND THEIR CONTROL IS THE ELITES WHO RUN THE FOREIGN BANKS LIKE THE ROCKEFELLARS, THE BANK OF ENGLAND, THE ROTHCHILDS, GEORGE SOROS, AND THE BILDERBERGS. THEY IN GOVERNMENT WANT US TO FOLLOW THEM AND NOT JESUS CHRIST THUS THIS GOVERNMENT IS EVIL AND SHOULD NEVE

The Past Will Die
You can't hold onto the past forever But the past can hold onto you as long As it wants to. Someone once told me that letting go Is easy, I know that's not true. The memories still remain as a stain On your heart that wont go away. Don't let the past destroy you, for the past Is just an old memory that wont go away till you start letting it goBut if you have help you get over the past and willing to lend you open arms and a sholder to cry on, then the past is worth getting over ,so you can move forward in life, And i have a very special someone who will be there for me when i let the past make me cry and hurt again when i open the wound, And i know after i will feel liek a new person. I love the only guy in my life that has made me feel so live, i love you babes

Pat?
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Pat
Pat Benatar is a certified rock'n'roll superstar, a four-time Grammy winner with six platinum and four gold albums to her credit as well as such hit singles as "I Need A Lover," "Heartbreaker," "Fire and Ice," "Treat Me Right," "Hit Me With Your Best Shot," "Hell Is For Children," "Shadows of the Night," and "Love Is A Battlefield." Long acknowledged as one of the leading female rock vocalists in the industry, Benatar will be embarking on her first live concert dates in over two years before going into the studio to record her first album since '93's Gravity's Rainbow. After capturing industry ears with her showcases at New York's Catch A Rising Star, Benatar signed to Chrysalis Records and released the million selling "In The Heat of the Night" in 1979, followed by the multi-platinum "Crimes of Passion" a year later. From 1980-83, she captured an unprecedented four straight Grammysin the category "Best Rock Vocal Performance, Female" for the Top Five album "Crimes of Passion" ('80)

Pata
A picture is worth a thousand words,Hers worth so much more.Each time I gaze at her beauty,Words want to flow,even more than before.Her eyes keep me entranced,Her smile makes my heart glow.Even on the darkest of night,To her my smile would go.So my angel of night,Almost half a world away.Through the dark walk with you,And dream of your beauty in the day.

Pat Benatar 7/7/07
Well tonight I went to the first night of The Summer Jubilee over the city of Alhambra with my daughter and a friend to see Pat Benatar. I had the time of my life because for one it was my 12 yr old daughter's very first concert and 2nd is seeing Pat Benatar. Man, we got there a little before Benatar play and it was so fuckin packed! LOL I didn't even gave a fuck about my friend, I told him to keep up because my goal is to move through the crowd and get up close as I can to the stage or to get a good view!! LOL We got as far as we can go but it was good enough for me but my daughter had a little bit of trouble seeing at times. Neil Giraldo came on stage first and started playing his guitar then the drummer and bass joined in, they ended their song and Pat walked on stage. Pat Benatar put a kick ass show,that little lady can sing. Her vocals was so amazing when she hit the high note, she sang her old songs as well as one song they never played live and one new song! Neil kick ass with

A Patchwork
Made up of memories of you Bound together with love Sewn with your selfless giving Threads made of grace Lined with thoughts of you. Squares made of days gone by Days we spent together Each with a new design Of the things that we shared. Blanket stitches of our hearts Mingle the squares in rows Nothing can tear it apart Not fire or flood or anything close. It’s kept in a place of my keeping The treasure chest of my heart Wrapped in tissue of forgiveness And tied with ribbons of love. The colors all speak of you Pinks and Blues and other hues Sewn tight and fastened together With hope and faith and truth. - Written and owned by MasterOfLove@

Patchwork Quilt
Made up of memories of you Bound together with love Sewn with your selfless giving Threads made of grace Lined with thoughts of you. Squares made of days gone by Days we spent together Each with a new design Of the things that we shared. Blanket stitches of our hearts Mingle the squares in rows Nothing can tear it apart Not fire or flood or anything close. It’s kept in a place of my keeping The treasure chest of my heart Wrapped in tissue of forgiveness And tied with ribbons of love. The colors all speak of you Pinks and Blues and other hues Sewn tight and fastened together With hope and faith and truth.

The Patch
Two priests are in a Vatican bathroom using the urinals. One of them looks at the other one's penis and notices there's a Nicoderm patch on it. He looks at the other priest and says, "I believe you're supposed to put that patch on your arm or shoulder, not your penis." The other one replies, "It's working just fine. I'm down to two butts a day."

Patch Work Quilt
Sometimes I think I will write the story of my life. It's like an old patchwork quilt, with pieces of my heart sewn into the material. If I'm learned anything it's that love ebbs and flows, but never remains the same. It is infinite, ever circling and returning. An infinity symbol with a pearl in each circle— The precious parts of life that make it worthwhile. To be loved you must love. To love sometimes means pain. Without the pain--you'll never know you're alive. Each time we love we take that chance--that it will end but how else can we live? Without love we're in an empty vacuum breathless with no air. WRITTEN BY BONNIE ADAMS

Patches
PATCHES by WILLIAM THOMAS KINSEY UP ALL NIGHT AND WORKING HARD REPAIRS ARE UNDER WAY I'M PATCHING UP A BROKEN HEART OR TRYING TO FIND A WAY THIS ONE'S BEEN AROUND A WHILE IT NEEDS TENDER LOVING CARE IT'S BEEN BROKEN MORE THAN ONCE THERE ARE PATCHES EVERYWHERE IT TAKES A LOT OF PATIENCE WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START PUTTING PATCHES OVER PATCHES TO MEND A BROKEN HEART ONCE YOU GET THE HANG OF IT IT SHOULDN'T TAKE SO LONG FIRST YOU HAVE TO CHECK IT OUT TO FIND OUT WHAT WENT WRONG THERE, THE LAST PATCH SET IN PLACE BUT THERE IS NO GUARANTEE I ONLY HOPE IT LASTS A WHILE FOR THIS HEART BELONGS TO ME

Patches Of Yellow Grass
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The Patch
Two drunks are driving down the highway, drinking their beer. All of a sudden the driver notices lights flashing in his mirror; the cops are on his tail. His buddy says, "What are we going to do?" The driver says, "Don't worry. Just do exactly what I tell you and everything will work out perfectly. First, peel the labels off our beer bottles and we'll each stick one on our forehead. Then shove the bottles underneath the seat, and let me do the talking." They pull over and the cop walks up to the car. He looks at them kind of funny, but asks to see the guy's driver's license. And he asks him, "Have you been drinking?" "Oh, no, sir," the driver replies. "I noticed you weaving back and forth across the highway. Are you *sure* you haven't been drinking?" the cop asks. "Oh, no, sir," the drunk answers. "We haven't had a thing to drink tonight." "Well, I've got to ask you," says the cop, "What on earth are those things on your forehead?" "That's easy, Officer,

The Patch
Two old georgia boys pull up to a dui check point the driver pull's the lables off to battles of budwiser and sticks one to his buddys head and ont to hi own tells him to let "me" do the talking---cop walks up shines the light in looks at these two guys with the lables on there for heads and ask's you boys been drinking? driver says NO SER WE GOT THE PATCH !!!

Patches
This is why patches is the worlds most awesome leprechaun Candace: in the words of harvey danger..your only bored if your boring Ian R: Then I'm bored A LOT Candace: hahaha Candace: Ian R: You were supposed to pick me up there and be like U? Nahhhhh. Thanks alot Candace: HAHAHA not gonna happen Candace: you put yourself in that hole you can dig yourself out Candace: Ian R: I see that Ian R: And OMG I HATE YOU Ian R: Wanna have my babies?????? Candace: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Candace: omg that was amazing Ian R: That's what she said! ---------------------------------------------------------- he hates me because my status says "hate me like you mean it. i kinda like it "

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Patch Work ... A Serialized Story Of Inelegance
And you pull the thread, but how loose it is seems horrifying. Like a cableknit skin, and you're terrified that you'll suddenly unravel. Just a hair. That's what you tell yourself, "just a hair". The first day you really noticed it. But then you'd been looking at the cracks and seams for a while by then. You'd never really given much thought to the intricacies, just to the age. You feel old, suddenly. You've been feeling old for a while. The wrinkles at the edges of your eyes, threatening to tear down and meet the lines at your lips. Some idiot called them "smile lines" years ago...but you know it's from smoking and smirking for far too long. You pull at the edge of skin and create the smooth-textured-alien face that you assume would be your surgical finale. "I look like an idiot...an old, stretched idiot." You're not wrong...but you're still busy looking at the lines when you let it slack. Noticing how the skin falls, and folds. You didn't look like this

Patch Of Green
I saw her sitting aloneAt a corner table Of a poorly lit innHer blouse pinkThe color of Sweet smelling rosesShe had no clueWho else was in the Tavern and did not careShe was reading From what looked like a diaryOccasionally taking notesInfrequently sippingFrom a half empty glassOf sallow wineHer hair was colored Gold as shiny as King Tut’s venerated chairShe looked like a modelUnsuspectingly posing For a photo shootWith her cheek bonesPlaced high in her face Her eyes made of jadeWhen I looked at her From the far side of the room A butterfly entered the localeAnd softly settled On the rim of my wineglass Levitating my heartOn occasion she would Posture a smile more Captivating than a Mona LisaI stood up slowly My feet growing colder As I approached her Hello, I said To myself as IHaughtily fought My chi and feigned Indifference as I soberly Lost course and Spun toward the exitLeaving my rose behind And keeping it my secret Nobody noticed As I solemnly walked past T

Pater...
I want a kid. I can't believe I'm writing this here, but I am. I've always known I'd want kids sometime but I guess it's become clear. I want a kid. Now, I'm not gonna go nuts on this right now because, well...I'm single. I'm not one of those people who'll be with someone just to have a kid, not one to have a kid to patch things up or to solidify a relationship, so... No kid for now. I sometimes feel as though I should be grateful. I'm sure some guys my age (32, not quite the old man yet...LOL!)would kill to still be uncommitted, still free to do what I want, when I want and not have to report to anyone. But still... To quote Malcolm Reynolds, from Joss Whedon's Firefly, "Could you imagine that? Me with a whole passel of critters underfoot?" Ya know what, Mal? I reckon' I could. This is me... And you're leaving.

Paternity Fraud
I know I haven't been on here as much as I have been in the past. After being deleted "mysteriously" several times in the last few months, I figure I would just kinda keep a low profile. But, that is only one of the reasons why I haven't been on as much. The main reason is that my husband and I have been busy dealing with a Paternity Fraud case involving his EX wife, her new husband and son. Those of you who have been friends with Dan and I in the past are aware of this, those of you who are recent friends are not. This came about back in August of 2008, when Dan's "son" came to stay with us for a week. Previously, this young man has mouthed off to me and my son's about Dan and his family, saying cruel, hurtful things about them. These rambliings by this young man has always led me to believe that he was not my husband's biological son and when I would mention this to my husband Dan, a fight would always ensue. When this young man was graduating from High School, he called my husband

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The Paths
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A Path To.. Enlightenment
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Pathetic
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The Path
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i wondered here in this empty place walk on at a leisure mind pacing through outerspace thoughts puicken my heart begins to race though of her life me and suicide the path becomes rocky rain starts to fall as if for fear of death i begin to run faster and faster thats about when the falling had began i see her face i hear her name all i can think is of my loss and our pain so now u see why i cant move thats why they have me tied up in this room

Pathways
This was written by a friend of mine a few years ago. It has floated aroubd manyeLists and bulliten boards. If you RIP this (and you are welcome to) - please include the credits. Thanks, This has always been one of my Favorites. I like stories that are Positive. Blessings, Eugene Pathways: An Essay on the Freedom of Religion © 2000-2006 DreamDancer Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again it was the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one of those Wiccans, a so called witch. How can anyone in their right mind make this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings of the bible? She doesn't even have the common decency to keep her satanic symbol, her pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the decent, God fearing people in the office. She has some nerve. I find that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know that she has been deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she cannot see. I've seen that so called Wiccan C

Pathetic Thoughts Of Distruction
Tough been Terrible 2 days actually.18 Days Sober,3 meetings yesterday,none today.They want so much outer me at these meetings. These people think their Fuckin God. Should have never started going. I did it to be on the same playing field as my friend Jennefer.but thats alright she cares about me as a friend an atleast she has me as her new Mechanic,an her being a Single mom with 3 kids an going to school,I have Tons of Respect an Admiration for her.As she does for me.So afraid to desire something more.Relationship woes.another tough subject.Join'd this Dateing/Sex site.I have so much Hurt from my fealing from my ex.Doesn't matter how many times she cheated on me or nothing I still Love her as much as day one.The Best yrs. of my Life were spent with Kate.So hard to let her go,so hard to move on.So now I seek Sex from Married women cause I'm so afraid to let anyone else in to my Heart.I wish I wasn't afraid to Die.I overdosed in 83 on 30,10 mg.valiums.10 minutes later the nurse told me

Pathways - The Way Things Should Be...
Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again it was the fault of that new girl, Victoria. She is one of those Wiccans, a so called witch. How can anyone in their right mind make this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings of the bible? She doesn't even have the common decency to keep her satanic symbol, her pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the decent, God fearing people in the office. She has some nerve. I find that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know that she has been deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she cannot see. I've seen that so called Wiccan Rede that she has tacked to the wall above her computer. On the surface, it looks like a decent loving belief, but all one must do is look, look closely and see that by practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus Christ as savior, she is on the pathway to hell. As I've said, it was a bad day in the office. Three times in the past few weeks I have been ca

Path Number :)
I agree with all of this except for the first paragraph.. :) Your Life Path Number is 11 Your purpose in life is to inspire others Your amazing energy draws people to you, and you give them great insight in return. You hold a great amount of power over others, without even trying. You have the makings of an inventor, artist, religious leader, or prophet. In love, you are sensitive and passionate. You connect with your partner on a very deep level. You have great abilities, but you are often way too critical of yourself. You don't fit in - and instead of celebrating your differences, you dwell on them. You have high expectations of yourself. But sometimes you set them too high and don't achieve anything. What Is Your Life Path Number?

Pathetic Cam Whores!!!!
ok, i'm tired of them it's enough one of my friends try to protect me from my pathetic ex, and one of his cam whores had to go and rate my friend with 1!!! so people be carefull... if you're my friend that means my ex and his cam whores will rate you down grrrrrr fucking bitches, why do have to put your nose in something that you weren't called?

Paths
I don't burn no candles for tomorrow I don't waste my time on yesterday I won't show no pity for your sorrow Seems to me you like it that way You don't know the paths that I walk You can't understand the things I say Its true what they say talk is talk And you don't really listen anyway. I won't bare my soul for the likes of you I don't like the games that you play I won't sing praises for the things you do Yesterday is gone give me back today. I wont listen to your claims of power I won't pick you up off the floor I will laugh at your pain as you cower And your spells don't hold my mind anymore. Now I'm living my life according to me Making my strife thats the way it should be I don't care if you disagree Cause I'm livin my life according to me.

Pathetic Pathetic Pathetic...
So I get asked out on a date yesterday but I already had plans with a friend of mine so I didn't go. He was begging to take me out to dinner or to go get a drink somewhere. So tonight, I say are you still up for the date, and he goes "well just come over here to my house" Ok for one thing. I have never met this man before. he lives in my town. I don't just go over to strangers houses to meet them. Secondly, he is kind of pervy and always talks about how he'd like to have his way with me (these kind of things I do not care about, words are just words, blah)... So I keep telling him that I'm NOT going to just go over there so he can maybe take advantage of me. I suggest going out and he thinks every place in town will be packed cuz it's Halloween. WHATEVER so I'm sitting here in a cute v-neck sweater and new jeans and my new boots and have no where to go. Men. SUCK. And that other guy I spoke of. Still has not called. I sent him a message asking what he was up to

Path Of Skins
Path of skins Crystal flickers of morning light bathes the spot on his back Every curve a scarlet deception of the night before His chest raises in slow motion on his heart I lay my head down With hands of a lover I touch his chin, trace his jaw to lips An ache inside of path of skins this man is my prison I am the valleys of his hips the motion of him and me Words come from the way we caress, exhale, and savor The path of skins is deeper then love and immortal sins We walk with our bodies interlace in the soft candlelight Shadows roams over his naked thighs linger on his hips The path of skins is a walk within we travel as one.

The Path Of Druidism
Con Connor runs the Druid School of Ireland for more information here is the link Druid School of Ireland The path of Druidism, Then and Now Undoing the history of disinformation on Druidism The Romans and the Greeks There is a lot of outrageous rubbish written about Druidism. In ancient times Druidism did not have Priests and no Classical writer (Greek or Roman) ever applied the term Priest to any Druid but they did use the term philosopher while also making a clear distinction between "Druid" and "Priest". No Classical writer ever refered to Druidism as a religion. The majority of Classical references consist of anti-Druid propaganda by the spin-doctors of the Roman Empire. Caesar had to "spin" the truth to get the funding and support to fight his battles against the Celtic nations. Hitler and Bush used the same technique to force their demands and got away with it even though many knew that these powerful men were twisting the reality to suit their own agendas. The Rom

Pathetic
THE ONE THING I FIND PATHETIC IS THAT I GOT MORE ADDS BY SHOWING OFF SKIN AND TITS AND STUFF THEN I DID WITHOUT DOIN ALL THAT STUFF WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE...MAN THERE IS ALOT OF PERVERTS IN HERE ARENT THERE OH WELL I GUESS I LIKE IT HAHAHA....WELL THANKS TO ALL THAT DID ADD ME EVEN THOUGH THEY DIDNT NEED TO SEE SKIN JUST TO ADD ME..

Pathways ~ A Story By Black Elk
PATHWAYS Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again it was the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one of those Wiccans, a so called witch. How can anyone in their right mind make this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings of the bible? She doesn't even have the common decency to keep her satanic symbol, her pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the decent, God fearing people in the office. She has some nerve. I find that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know that she has been deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she cannot see. I've seen that so called Wiccan Rede that she has tacked to the wall above her computer. On the surface, it looks like a decent loving belief, but all one must do is look, look closely and see that by practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus Christ as savior she is on the pathway to hell. As I've said, it was a bad day in the office. Three times in the past few weeks I have

Pathetic
When I first came to this site I liked it a lot. The concept was neat and the people were nice. Ive met a lot of cool people and some not so cool people. Now everyday when I log in I read shitloads of bulletins about voting in contests. What is the point really even being in a contest? You get a fake gift woo fucking hoo. You get a bunch of people gawking at your naughty bits. Do you bitches have such low self esteem that you feel the need to spread your pussy or show your dick to every Tom, Dick and Harry on the internet? Its degrading. Have a little class. Also posting the same bulletin about your stupid contests is ridiculous. Ive gone through and deleted a bunch of people for that shit. This site has become nothing more then a porno site and I think its pathetic.

Path Of Deception
The innocent are fed lies and hate the truth hidden beneath a world of betrayal A close mind cannot speak Or see the pains of life coming signs of evil point the way to the path of least resistance nothing in life comes easily so this path is not worth taking treason and a hollow laugh give way to desire or will the demons feed on the death of life and quench their thirst on the blood they spill

Pathetic People
I just got a friend request...let me repeat....FRIEND REQUEST from a man who left the message...and I quote "Sorry, I only gave you an 8, but I love your breasts" Wow...nice way to get me to add you buddy... lol. Just thought I would share that with everyone :) Enjoy your night!

Pathetic People....
so when people screw with you... why can't they just leave you alone?? i mean c'mon.. randomly coming by your page... hell do they wanna see how good you are doing without talking to them?? i mean really.. how old are we?!?!?!

Pathetic
obsessive. not with me. random strangers. what is a boyfriend who prefers to get off to fat chicks on a web cam rather than have real sex. I must be a horrible person. im too fat. he wont have sex with me.. im fat. im worthless.

Pathetic!! Contest Show Who Ya Friends Are!
This my dear friends is THE LAST contest this old lady will enter!!! Put up my link, am not so savy in making it clickable, so guess no one but my truest friends bother. Just for the heck of it, here it is........................let's see http://www.cherrytap.com/viewimage.php?u=150458&albumid=150927&i=2478853581

The Path We Take
When the time comes it will be all over it will never be as I remember it, but it will be as I have always dreamed it would be. Love will have nothing to do with it, but it will be involved with it all. Fear is inevitable and can not be ran from. Who will hold you in the highest love and admiration? Who will take back what you feel? Who will hold you in their arms and never let go? It will be the longest road that you will travel, for I have walked this path. I have seen the horrors and felt them in my soul. I dreamed the deadly dreams that others dare not to. I will take to the highest heights and return with the knowledge that will get me through this life that I have been given.

The Path I Travel Has A New Horizion
AS I WALK DOWN THIS PATH I KEEP MY EYES ON THIS LIGHT THAT HAD ME SHATTER THE CHAINS THAT BINDED ME FOR SO LONG.I HAVE REACHED HER. MY VIBREATE LIGHT. I HAVE WALKED THIS PATH LOOKING FOR THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE TO WALK WITH ME AN UNDERSTAND WHAT I HAVE BEEN THREW. I HAVE REACHED HER. MY VIBREATE LIGHT. SHE IS MORE THAN I EVER EXPECTED. HER TOUCH SENDS PEACE THREW MY SOUL. HER EYES I GET LOST IN FOR HRS AN THAT DON'T SEEM LONG ENOUGH. I WILL MAKE HER THE HAPPIEST WOMAN. SHE HAS BEEN THREW ALOT IN HER WALK THREW THIS HELL BUT WHEN WE UNITE WE WILL OVER COME ALL TRIALS AN TRIBULATIONS THAT WE ENCOUNTER. THERE IS NONE LIKE HER. I WILL DEFEND HER WITH ALL I AM. SHE HAS PULLED ME OUT OF THIS HELL THAT HAS KEPT ME FOR SO LONG. WHEN I AM WITH HER I FEEL LIKE I AM COMPLETE. I WILL NEVER LEAVE HER SHE AN I WILL BE TOGETHER OUR SOULS INTERTWINED FOR I WILL GIVE HER THE SHELTER AN LOVE THAT SHE THOUGHT DIAPPEARED FROM HER LIFE. FOR THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN THIS. THERE WILL

Path Of Life
This life is winding, twisting in directions to numerous to mention. Pondering the things we do, woundering the meaning to why we are here! I often wounder to myself why it is we do the things we do, or why we make the mistakes that we do. The world we live in is a mystery that can never truly be solved. Generations of people have tried to uncover the thruth, never to break the surface of the true fabric of our being. Many wounder if theres a God or something watching out for us. We ask ourselves everyday, do i believe in the superficial beliefes of everyone else. Do we follow the path set before us by our ancestors. Or do we choose our own path in life, and let it lead us where it will. To many people in this world try to tell you how to live your life, who you should worship and what you should do. Follow your own path do not let others guide you. do what you want and you will lead a happy fulfilling life. Do what Ye will but Harm none!

Pathetic
It's really sad the way you fall all over yourself trying to defend the whore. Do you honestly think that she will show you here boobs because you are her self-declared protector? I loath you. Besides, I saw her first. Now get the hell out of my way.

The Path
"I’m lost!" azure said with a small hint of fear in her voice. "no where not I know this place!" replied Jamie, only just hiding the fact that he was completely lost. they had been on a simple nature walk when they stopped to have a rest....by the time they realized all the others had gone it was too late.... "there’s only one path here they couldn’t be that far" muttered Jamie. being in his 5th year hiking class he did know allot of these road's but this one was new. there teacher had stumbled across it a year ago and was taking them on a mapping walk to see why it had not been mapped before. azure didn’t want to be here she hated the outdoors no computer no phone...it was hell!! but she met Jamie here a week ago and they have been close ever since! he was nice and sweet, laughed at all her strange joke's and even stuck-up for her when the other guy's hassled her for dressing like a Goth girl... secretly that was why he had fallen for her. he liked that she didn’t ca

The Path
I wait and wonder why things are this way Looking all around the path seems to never end But in the distance a light breaks through What could this be? Hoping for the unknown to become something so true That is what everyone is hoping for To have that chance to be in the spot light to do something that all remember you by The memory can be such a great thing If you allow yourself to make memories that all will think about We truly are in charge of our destiny Just believe and seek what you need to make things happen Don't wait for others to be there for you or to give you the solution because the solution is usually already in your hands

Pathway To Achievement
Tuesday, January 16, 2007 Pathway to achievement The best way to figure out how to do something is to do it. Make the commitment to make it happen, and you'll start working your way through the details. Don't get bogged down speculating on how something will come about. Instead, get started on the best approach you have, and follow the path wherever it may lead. When traveling along a road, you can never see the entire road at once, but that doesn't really matter. What does matter is successfully making your way through the portion of the road that is right in front of you. Work through the things that are to be done right now, and you'll put yourself in position to handle the things that come along later. Travel down this section of the road, and you'll then be able to travel the next section, and the next. If you put all your energy into worrying about every little detail of how to reach your goal, you won't ever get started. Instead, put your energy into reminding

The Path To Nowhere
Transformation Through Meditation and Awareness This is based on the teachings of Osho who was an enlightened master of no religion. His teachings are basically the core of paganism in that he pulls from many different religions but stresses that individuality is most important. Osho is like a modern day Buddha or Jesus. He passed away only 12 years ago, so many of his teachings are adaptable to present day situations. This is not a “how-to” blog, it is a “to-do” blog. You will find your own methods; I’m just presenting the facts. As for transforming yourself through meditation and awareness this has been quite an eye-opening experience for me. It’s not necessary to plan a day or an hour to meditate, this is about making your whole life a meditation. It is about using every moment, whether it be at work or play, to become aware of everything around you and it’s about going into every moment of your day totally. From my experience, awareness is really the key to transformation so-

Pathetic Photos
I cant take it not more people!!!. Will you some of you stop taking those photos where i can see you holding you damn camera its trying me nuts. Do you realise how silly you all look, you dont look cool at all people and i dont care how sexy you think you are but you just look plain stupid standing there infront of a mirror and taking a pic of yourself. GOD people get somebodyesle to take if not use self timer you know that timer takes photograph without u needing to stand infront of the mirror and posing like a numb nuts. I sorry if i offended anybody but i pissed off seeing peeps standing infront of mirror bare chested and think u look sexy IT IS DAMN WRONG SO STOP DOING IT PEOPLE LMAO. sorry rant over :D lol

Pathetic
Don'r come crawling back to me you look pathetic on your hands and knees you lost your guts long before we talked maybe instead of dragging them you should have walked you cannot crush me with your voice I will not let you its not your choice I dont want you to know a thing this was nothing but a careless fling your pen is the barell of you gun now its pointing down your tongue your confidence is filled with unanswerabke questions i think you could use a few suggestions as the razor falls from your hand your scars begin to look very bland

"path"
A woman walk on long path. She look at one long path and look around of tree, leaf on grass and sun The cold make her shive up her spine. A woman keep going walk on long path. She feel lonely inside her body and soul She feel so cold and decide to sit on big rock on long path A woman sit and thinking about things that she make several mistake. she feel so cold because she is all alone and no one to hold A woman look around at the nature around She saw 3 little paths so she get up and walk on long path 3 little path is coming closer to her. A woman are unsure where to go on 3 little path No one guide or help her where the best to go on little path She feel little warmth in her body. A mystery man come out of no where. He speak to her " Come to one path and you might find happiness" A woman are so confuse because she been all alone in her lifetime. She decide to pick one path to walk. A woman choose right path to walk Her body beco

Pathetic
When you send me lewd and tasteless messages, I'm going to remove you from my friend list. If you retaliate, you'll be banned. This is not place for losers and their disgusting messages, now move along and get your head examined. ~Tina

Pathetic!!!! Lol.
AIGHT THIS SAD PIECE OF SHIT DIDN'T LIKE THE COMMENT I LEFT HIS SAD LITTLE FAMILY ABOUT THIER CONTEST. I HATE TE VAMPIRE CLANS, THE ICP JUNKIES, AND ALL THE OTHER LITTLE DARK GOTH FUCKERS WHO ARE ALL SO CLEAN CUT IN REAL LIFE IT'S JUST SAD. THEY SAY THEY ARE ALL TOUGH AND SHIT, BUT LOOK AT ANY OF THEM. ALL 5 FOOT NOTHING, A HUNDRED AND NOTHING POUNDS. YET THEY WANT PEOPLE TO BELIEVE THAT THEY ARE DARK PRINCES AND LORDS OF THE UNDERWORLD?!? WHAT THE FUCK!!! AIGHT SO HERE'S THE COCK SOAR WHO DECIDED TO WRITE ME A MESSAGE, YEAH COULD HE HAVE USED ANYMORE VAMPIRE NAMES IN HIS TITLE?? SAD FUCKERS, GIVE THEM HELL FOR ME. CAUSE I'M BLOCK FROM THE PUSSIES SITE. PEACE OUT AND SHIT.-BILL. P.S. NAKED AND MAD AS FUCK!!! THE PIECE OF SHIT. Nosferatu۩Elder-LOЯĎ۞Dracula۩Lord Lestat-WRR Protector/Convo Specialist@ CherryTAP THE SAD SAD MESSAGE HE SENT ME. LOL. you know your really fucking pathetic you sit and call these women a bunch of whores and yet you think y

A Path Less Traveled
Where do our roads take us i wonder sometimes?...there are days where I can see the endless possibilities of the paths of others and i try and help them see their paths and get them started on their way....and i know of days where i have no help to offer others...it is during these times i wonder where all the paths in life lead once i have helped someone find their way...will they find the happiness that is with in their reach or will they stumble somewhere along the way?...as i reflect on all this i am left to wonder...why is it that i can always see others paths but never my own?..is it a curse of mine that i must carry for helping others along the way as i keep putting one foot down ahead of the other in search of the path that surely someday i might see?...I dont know where my path lies nor where it leads..but on that path less traveled i hope that i have some company!

Pathways
Pathways Memory builds a little pathway That goes winding through my heart. It's a lovely, quiet, gentle trail From other things apart; I only meet when traveling there The folks I like the best For this road I call remembrance Is hidden from the rest; But I hope I'll always find you In my memory rendezvous For I keep this little secret place To meet with folks like you. Helen Steiner Rice

Pathetic Twerps
Awww.... Not what you expected? Nah believe it or not.. While I have some chick running around the internet talkin shit.. oh oh oh sorry... "warning" people about me... and I have another one I'm sure talking equally as much shit... As well as a couple people who..by the way... barely know me.. in another state... talking certain someones out of desicions...(sp) I really have nothing to say about you all... Except.... the old saying of sticks and stones... I guess what you all.. (names have been removed....cause believe it or not.. I HAVE respect...even for those who have none for me)Don't realize.... is.. you guys just don't mean enough to me.... theres only a couple ppl whom I care about thier opinions.... I happen to be at one of thems ppls houses right now... So obviously.. theres no issues there..... although.. damn you did try in that conversation with him online...Didn't you (again..names been removed)...? and the other person..whom I'll be seeing next we

Paths
She is the one who makes my heart beat. I feel her thoughts racing towards me, wanting to take me to my limits and beyond. Discovering myself in your hands and the way that you see me. It gives me new insight, recognition of something familiar that has always been with me. A kindred spirit that intertwines through me and courses through my veins. Alive I feel, connected I stay no matter the distance of miles or time. My path standing still here at this moment in these cross roads. Waiting for conformation, the direction to you. Your meant for me and I belong to you, once together before, separated by the physical and now brought together again by fate. The passion has found us again within us making us whole, now all the pieces are back as one

Pathetic....
Ever wonder what the expression "stuck on stupid" meant?Well here is an example: The grinning idiot clinging to Je$$e Jack$on is Cindy Sheehan... the sob sister protesting the war at Bush's ranch, who lost her son in the war, the same son she gave up in her divorce when he was 7 years old. And by the way if you wonder why she has so much free time ... she is going through another divorce right now and guess what? She is giving up custody of another son. As Forest Gump once wisely proclaimed, "Stupid is as stupid does."What Is This Picture? Obviously, it's a picture in a cemetery. What cemetery and whose grave? Sadly, it's the grave of Casey Sheehan. After two years, and a DoD payment of $250,000 to the "Peace Mom", Cindy Sheehan has not had the time or bothered to have a headstone placed on this young hero's grave. And, she doesn't even have to pay for one, the DoD will provide one: "The Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) furnishes upon request, at no charge to the applicant, a g

Path To Victory
From this moment, there is a path that leads toward victory and another path that leads toward defeat. Which path is your awareness focused upon? Each pathway is equally valid, equally realistic, and equally accessible. Which path have you chosen to follow? The particular circumstances of this moment don't really matter that much. What matters is what you decide to do with what you have right now. Know, without a doubt, that there is a very real path that goes from where you are now to where you would most like to be. Know it and you will surely see it. Always, there is hope, for always you can take a step forward. Step by step, you can work your way to any place you choose. Get yourself on the path that leads to victory, to accomplishment and fulfillment of your most deeply held purposes. That path is surely here right now, ready for you to take the next step.

Pathetic......
I'm finding out how bad people really can be towards others just because someone new comes around. Or they get involved with someone that other person doesn't like. In the last couple of months l have lost 4 friends due to the simple fact their signifisent others did not like me or had penis envy or something i dont know. I guess it goes to show you how pathetic people can be. You shouldnt need to drop friends because of the simple fact that who ever you are with doesnt get along with them. Perhaps if there was a valid reason like assuming they were dangerous or would attempt something sexual with that other person i could see it but not when you are mearly long time good friends. And others wonder why i find it so hard to get close to people, All it ends up as is more drama and more bullshit that isnt needed and or wanted. Though i suppose i should get use to it. Because it will never end, not as long as people cant be honest with one another anyways.....

The Path
THE PATH TO GREATNESS BEGINS IN YOUR OWN HEART.SOME OF US SLEEP THROUGH THIS LIFE AND MISS OUT ON SO MUCH OF LIFE. I'M ON THE PATH WIDE AWAKE AND LIVING A DREAM. COME BE A PART OF MY DREAM. LET ME SHARE THE PASSION IN MY BLOOD. WALK WITH ME DOWN THE PATH.

The Path To Nowhere
This is based on the teachings of Osho who was an enlightened master of no religion. His teachings are basically the core of paganism in that he pulls from many different religions but stresses that individuality is most important. Osho is like a modern day Buddha or Jesus. He passed away only 12 years ago, so many of his teachings are adaptable to present day situations. This is not a “how-to” page, it is a “to-do” page. You will find your own methods; I’m just presenting the facts. As for transforming yourself through meditation and awareness this has been quite an eye-opening experience for me. It’s not necessary to plan a day or an hour to meditate, this is about making your whole life a meditation. It is about using every moment, whether it be at work or play, to become aware of everything around you and it’s about going into every moment of your day totally. From my experience, awareness is really the key to transformation so-called mundane things into meditative experiences.

Pathetic Men On Here
U know people come to this site or well the Internet even for various different reasons. Some looking for love ,some looking for friends some even just use it as an escape from the day to day stresses just to get away. Then U have these pathetic older men who are alone never ben married and have no children just have them self's and there self's only to worry about. I have decided after some recent events that just took place I am so done with even as much as a convo with week minded men who do nothing but feel sorry for them self's, and cant figure out why they are alone. Look guys it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out! It must be nice to only have yourself,and I do mean yourself only to worry about! So if U R needy and week and well plain PATHETIC keep on browsing cuz im done, done with it! Grow some balls and B a man . A woman doesn't need another child to take of she needs a man!

Pathetic Men
When everybody on earth was dead and waiting to enter Paradise , God appeared and said, 'I want the men to make two lines. One line for the men who were true heads of their household, and the other line for the men who were dominated by their women. I want all the women to report to St. Peter.' Soon, the women were gone, and there were two lines of men. The line of men who were dominated by their wives was 100 miles long, and in the line of men who truly were heads of their household, there was only one man. God said, 'You men should be ashamed of yourselves, I created you to be the head of your household! You have been disobedient and have not fulfilled your purpose! Of all of you, only one obeyed. Learn from him.' God turned to the one man, 'How did you manage to be the only one in this line?' The man replied, 'My wife told me to stand here.'

Path Of Darkness
As I walk my path with my head up high, Being blinded by smoke and bright lights. Craving a deep feeling for justice and revenge, Doing that which I have learned to do now. Everyone counting on me for victory points, Finding what it takes to put one foot forward. Giving all I got with effort and prayer for others, Hanging in a balance between strength and fear. I wonder when this will end and we can all leave, Just once I wish we could stop the fighting now. Killing another soul leaves me in an empty shell. Like a life like chess game we take our orders, Moving where we're told and watching our steps. Not able to hear myself think over a childs cry, One by one i fire shots in the night covered city. Puzzled if our leaders still think about our constitution. Questions rise and hatred follows through the ranks, Reaching out seems far fetched and hopes look grim. Seeing today's world would make one wonder now, Trust and hope in those that lead seem to weaken. Under

Paths Cross
They don't know why there worlds have cross paths.. For there distance they know the have a purpose to each other that will last . For he is the angel of war she is the one of peace an love combined they unstoppable .. For she is his protector from himself .. In many battles he can always win but the battle she protects him from is his battle within ... She knows she will stand by him in his dark times for she is his light. He will protect her with all his might .There passion for each other is true no matter far distant they are .. All they have to say is I need you an in there arms they will stay... They are each other protectors in this life an for one another they will sacrafice ... He is the Hero ..as she is the Heroine...with their force ..only they can win.. together do battles.. but not with each other... for the forces compel them as now distant lovers ..

Pathetic Online Tough Guys
Most people have had to deal with them. Mostly men, but occasionally women, who supplement their pathetic real lives by trying to be 'billy bad-asses' online. I stare in awe at how sad that is! Many people have wild, tough REAL lives. They've proven themselves over and over again. To act as if you're a mob boss on a computer, randomly making rude comments or ridiculous threats, causes me to wonder if they're trying to compensate for something. I don't know, maybe the men have small penises and women have cellulitic bodies! All in all, they annoy me. Generally, I don't tolerate conversing with them...I simply block them. I tried to argue once, but I think I had a more fulfilling conversation with a tree! So, if that's your style, you can pretty much take it somewhere else. Real people don't need your pathetic presence in their lives.

The Path!
Sometimes the path we take dosnt always seem right. sometimes life gives a choice and with that choice someones gonna get hurt. yet we make these choices everyday regardless of what the outcome may be. we follow the path we chose blinded by our own desires. we dont stop to think how the choices we make will effect other people. we just plow ahead on the path of life so many times we have seen sorrow, pain, death, missery, greed, and lust this is all a part of everyday life so blinded we walk along the path of life Faced day by day having to chose which pain to endure Is it your own pain you inflict? or is it pain you inflict on others? No matter what choice you make, in the end the outcome is the same we all suffer the burdens of everyday life, but we all push on day by day surviving untill the next path is choosen!

Paths
PATHS 3:49 PM 8/2/2007 I woke this morning thinking of paths.This thinking continued with me. I did smoke prayers.Still I am thinking of these paths. I try to push them away, they are distracting. I open my emails. I receieved one from a sweet sister of mine. This email followed with my thoughts. I realize Creator wishes to speak with me and I have not been hearing. This is important and I have to pay attention. So I stop trying to control these thoughts. I sit,am quiet and let them run.I use my life and myself for an example. This is what I see. When we are first created we are put on our lifes path.Our road through life,beginning to end. Creator gives us this gift. We do not have to seek for it. Through our lives we all stray from this gift. I have strayed when I knew no better . I suffer a little. I learn alot.I get back o

Pathetic State Of Being
I can't see my counselor for another 3 weeks because school is out. It's a weird day. But not too out of the ordinary. It feels weird. I forgot to take my pill today. I ate a bunch of chocolate instead. lol. I think, well pretty sure I'll be moving out of my brother's house at the end of the month. That's exciting. I'll be closer to school, and I like the people I'm moving in with. ( not that I don't like the people who I live with now ) I think it will be really " good for me. ". As any excitement goes, it brings stress. Stress of moving everything, and adjusting to new people and a new envirement. Luckily, it sounds like Jason made arrangements for other people to move in so things will be ok here when I leave. He's a good ( good being an understatement. Especially realatively. The pun wasn't inteded, but appropriate. ) guy. I'm happy I don't have to live with him anymore though. lol. Other "excitement " and stress. I think I really like this girl. I think she really likes

The Path To Peace
Peace is a fleeting state of being, Brought about through grace. Grace is a quality much sought after, Elusive, yet always within reach. And in reaching into our deepest self, We can become completely selfless. And only then will we be graceful enough, To completely find inner peace. ~Morgana Angelia~ 8-19-2007

Path Of The Warrior
The path of the warrior, there is many to follow like there are many types of warriors. Some become warriors to protect the family, friends and country. Some become to gain riches, land and wealth. Some for self-esteem so maybe they can feel worth it in this world, or just to become the strongest. For me I take lonely path I fight to live in this world. I am alone I follow the path of the fist, the only truth I know. The fist doesn’t lie it represents you’re self, your heart, your emotions, your strength and your soul. My fist is full of sadness, pain, rage it seeks to go around the world to fight other warriors.

Pathology Report!
Well, my pathology results were given to me today. I had surgery 4 weeks ago tomorrow and have been patiently waiting. When I talked to the doctor last week, they were worried, bc they didn't have the full report back, but they told me NOT to worry. So they called me today and told me what was taking so long--the original report showed cancer. I almost died when she told me that, but Dr. T said--NO, do more tests, that can't be right. So the lab did. Spent another 1 1/2 weeks testing. After more tests, this is what they know. My cervix looks bad-like HORRIBLE bad. Pathologists said thank goodness I did the surgery when I did because they felt that within 6 months, I would have had full blown cancer. I had wanted the doctor to leave part of my cervix to begin with, but he said, no that usually doesn't help any. And now I'm so thankful that I let him overrule my decision. My uterus also looked bad. We have known this for several months. The original sonogram showed my uterus was small an

The Path
Standing before him I bow down onto both knees. My life before this was nothing more than ordinary, nothing spectacular. I've been searching for something within myself, and within my peers. Something to guide me and teach me. Now I cower in front of him. My name has been put to shame, no longer good. My tears continue to flow. They have been flowing for days. I've been begging out for answers. I've been begging for you to point in a direction for me to travel. I am at a crossroads and have been here for days. To go left would mean that I would be on my own and to go right would mean I'd have everyone by my side. I have long yearned to be on my own. Discovering myself, and creating myself. How can I turn away from the ones that have helped me grow so far? The people I trust and love. The people who hurt me the most. He helps me from my knees and carefully dries my eyes. He will not tell me a direction, he touches my heart and says that I know. That I have known all along. He leaves

Path
u know right now i have started a new path to take.. an in this path thought it is a lonly one.. im ok.. im starting not to think about finding that some one, but more finding some one to hang out with.. i tryed to do the hole find some one.. an well that shit didnt work.. i was ready and he could not do it.. an thats find i wish the best for him always.. its been a while sents i have gone out with some one.. an last weekend i went alone.. dinner and a movie.. its was little odd but oh well.. its part of my new life.. i am happy.. didnt think i would be.. i dont think so much about what others are doing any more.. try to think about what im doing and how the kids are doing.. i have had alot of men look my way and say im beautiful. but i laugh when they say it.. haha im just me no a very specail girl.. might not even been worth much to any man.. but maybe one day some man will think im wonderful and beautiful.. they just wont let me forget that.. till then im free.. till then i just wil

A Path To Live And A Path To Die
Both songs are written for Amber. A Path To Live And A Path To Die She's cold, And frozen with fear, A gentle tear, Keep her warm right here, As I hold my baby near. We move, Through blackend skies, The sound of sacrifice, And eternal cries, A path to live and a path to die. We make, Only gentle sounds, As the moon shines down, In it's light we drown, On this burial ground. The light, Shines from her face, In this graveyard place, Our fall from grace, And we're gone with no trace. All lyrics written by Scotty J. C.

The Path You Choose In Life!
When you think your on the right path, what about the other points? 1 Has the path you chosen accepted you? 2 Can you accept the path you choose? 3 Can the path be right for you? 4 The path can lead or mislead you. 5 Since your on the right path make sure its a good one and chosen you. 6 Never let anyone that does wrong things lead them to your path, because its not the right path in life to take. 7 Is the path you choose in life is what you make is the path you have chosen, but you can change the path you choose.But that is your choice. 8 Not all paths will take or accept you even if you think its the right one, and we cannot make our own paths too. The paths have been made before us. 9 Each step starts with what we take on the paths and each minute is always ready for us. Lets see if you are ready to face your path or if the path can face you. By outsider on 10/27/04

The Path Of The Seventh Moon
From far away, in the forest where i go, comes to my ears, the howling of a wolf... wolf!. Terrible things waits for me, but blood calls, the path of seventh moon, burns in my skin. I'm running through the trees, with a black storm starting in my eyes. I feel my blood. I fell the fire, burning all the land, and all is left is this silence of a darkest night, the Wolf invincible, the reign... into the shadows. Slowly, my senses sharpening. I can smell everything in the air. A supernatural energy. impels-me. i'm awakening to my new being. I'm running through the trees, with a black storm starting in my eyes. I feel my blood. I fell the fire, burning all the land, and all is left is this silence of a darkest night, the Wolf invincible, the reign... into the shadows. Brother wolf, now i walk beside you,,, and we share the pray.

A Pathway Of Dreams
In dreams, I walk with you amongst the Stars The Milky Way this pathway that we stride And all the wealth of Worlds, built over years Are naught besides this jewel at my side In dreams, I talk to you of Lovers things The noise of space, an Ether Drift Divine The tune of love played out on Saturn's Rings Mere background to your sweet, sweet voice sublime In dreams, I taste your presence in the air Breathe in Galactic fragrance so divine To fill my lungs and heart and mind full fayre With you, my love, a heady, heady wine In dreams, we touch and bodies meet, in Passion's glory race The meld of Love embraced in fyre, a Star-like form assumes Joins with Lovers, stretches whole, to universe embrace A Magic Hall, of all that is, till Time himself resumes In dreams, I am reluctant to return A frosty world in no way can compete But lest I lay and dream my life away A worldly path to you I must c

A Path To Live A Path To Die
A Path To Live And A Path To Die She's cold, And frozen with fear, A gentle tear, Keep her warm right here, As I hold my baby near. We move, Through blackend skies, The sound of sacrifice, And eternal cries, A path to live and a path to die. We make, Only gentle sounds, As the moon shines down, In it's light we drown, On this burial ground. The light, Shines from her face, In this graveyard place, Our fall from grace, And we're gone with no trace.

Pathetic
Just thought I would add it here.. in case you did not see it in your IM.. Closure... I feel better Alyxia Uesugi: i just wanted to let you know, that was very cowardice of you.. I spoke with mel... and she never spoke with tina nor was she ever "mad" at you. You are a real pussy and a sorry excuse for a man. oh and you were never my "fix" dude you couldn't even keep it up! you can take the movies i brought and shove them up your ass!! you might like it. sad really fucking sad.. that you treat me like shit over some assumption and a fucking london broil. you know if you wanted to just have sex i probably would not have come back after the last time you couldn't perform. but you know i thought you were a good person.. seems my sister was right ... you are an asshole and not worth the time. I have moved on and am very happy with a man that CAN perform and has the sense enough to talk to me and if he is upset... tell me whats on his mind... grow the fuck up asshole.. oh and just for th

The Path Of Life
looking back on the path i have taken i know it is the right one the roads are rocky and the leaves r shaken lookin back on the path i have taken through the thorny bushes that cut me so deep that left scars deep in my soul looking back on the path i have taken where the storms were deadly and the suroundings were petrifying i am sure it is the right one How do i know u may ask lookin ahead in the path i have chosen i see sun and white fluffy clouds i see rainbows and butterflys I see feilds of daisys thats how i know its the right one

A Path With No End
ripped from my chest i feed the animals a heart i no longer need i wish for it to cease to beat i watch it pulse in my hands blood flowing dripping i feel like i have wings that have been ripped from the joints open wounds never to heal pain rages through me tears that never cease in their endless flow and endless sleep is wish for pain dwells where there should never have been emotion stupidity floods my mind i scream why me what was wrong with me that i receive the vulnerable heart all things squashed with a faltering glimmer of a hope hope is a deceiving creature of the night it stalks and lurks kills things you are ignorant enough to believe in ever swelling darkness never good enough never loved always loving which cannot be had hatred swells for oneself an end must come blood flow to cease a still ever beating heart grasped in and clinched fist grip tightening lungs gasping for air stupidity increases fates cruel games bring light th

Paths We Follow
You will sometimes meet someone you believe is a soulmate; you feel the connection on many levels, perhaps instantly. And as you get to know each other more, you begin to feel the connection deepen and you feel that you must have an arrangement with this person that predated this lifetime. Do not assume, however, that this soul connection necessarily means that you are meant to be happily together for this lifetime. It may be that you are meant to be friends and allies, helping each other out. It may be that you are going to help each other in ways that even involve conflict and separation, but with an end result that is beneficial to you. It may be that you are going to learn some lesson from each other and then go your separate ways. What you need to do with all relationships, including those that have that instant and deep connection, is let be. You need to allow all of life, including close relationships, flow and evolve. You need to let people be who they are, not what you want

Paths We Follow, Thanks Jake :)
You will sometimes meet someone you believe is a soulmate; you feel the connection on many levels, perhaps instantly. And as you get to know each other more, you begin to feel the connection deepen and you feel that you must have an arrangement with this person that predated this lifetime. Do not assume, however, that this soul connection necessarily means that you are meant to be happily together for this lifetime. It may be that you are meant to be friends and allies, helping each other out. It may be that you are going to help each other in ways that even involve conflict and separation, but with an end result that is beneficial to you. It may be that you are going to learn some lesson from each other and then go your separate ways. What you need to do with all relationships, including those that have that instant and deep connection, is let be. You need to allow all of life, including close relationships, flow and evolve. You need to let people be who they are, not what you want

"pathological Presidential Liar, Or Idiot-in-chief?"
12-06-07 video and transcripts of Olbermann's "special comment" about Bush's "cataclysmic deception about Iran" "Finally, as promised, a Special Comment about the President’s cataclysmic deception about Iran. There are few choices more terrifying than the one Mr. Bush has left us with tonight. We have either a president who is too dishonest to restrain himself from invoking World War Three about Iran at least six weeks after he had to have known that the analogy would be fantastic, irresponsible hyperbole — or we have a president too transcendently stupid not to have asked — at what now appears to have been a series of opportunities to do so — whether the fairy tales he either created or was fed, were still even remotely plausible. A pathological presidential liar, or an idiot-in-chief. It is the nightmare scenario of political science fiction: A critical juncture in our history and, contained in either answer, a president manifestly unfit to serve, and behind him in th

The Path Of Life
Walk with me, the path of life, to explore every bend of the road Enjoy with me the beauty of life, along its wonderful way Find comfort with me, in each other's arms, when grief crosses our path Find strength with me, in each other's strength, when despair lies in wait Laugh with me, a single true laugh, to enlighten another's distress Cry with me, a single true tear, to understand true happiness Cherish with me, the wonders of life, as they need to be preserved Rejoice with me, in the mysteries, of what is yet to be Find peace with me, in each other's souls, when the world has gone insane Find love with me, in each other's hearts, until this life has been fulfilled And when the path comes to an end I hope we can say from within We've known the beauty of true love, our love came from within

The Path To Peace. - Who I Am
Great Spirit did not put us here to fight each other, and stopping hate is not a part time job or a hobby for me. The words below are also a link to a page describing other principles that those who seek peace may find helpful. Relationships Always treat every person from the tiniest child to the oldest elder with respect. Give special respect to elders, parents, teachers, and community leaders. Avoid hurting others physically, mentally and emotionally by words and actions. Respect the privacy of others. Never intrude on a person's quiet moment or personal space. Never walk between or interrupt people who are talking. Speak in a soft voice, especially when you are in the presence of elders, strangers or others to whom special respect is due. Never speak about others in a negative way, whether they are presen

The Path To True Success
The Path to True Success Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for giving us your wisdom, your knowledge and your understanding which is required to find the path of true success. Praise the Lord, that every good and perfect gift is given to those who are truly seeking your will for their life. In Jesus name. Amen. Wisdom, the path to true success. How do we pursue wisdom? True wisdom rests in the hands of God. Psalms 111:10 KJV 10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever. One of God’s greatest gifts, wisdom. James 3:17 KJV 17 But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy. Seek wisdom and you will not be disappointed. The wisdom which God gives is perfect. Every good and perfect gift comes from above. His word tells us that He will not with

Paths Will Follow...
Paths will follow... You will sometimes meet someone you believe is a soulmate; you feel the connection on many levels, perhaps instantly. And as you get to know each other more, you begin to feel the connection deepen and you feel that you must have an arrangement with this person that predated this lifetime. Do not assume, however, that this soul connection necessarily means that you are meant to be happily together for this lifetime. It may be that you are meant to be friends and allies, helping each other out. It may be that you are going to help each other in ways that even involve conflict and separation, but with an end result that is beneficial to you. It may be that you are going to learn some lesson from each other and then go your separate ways. What you need to do with all relationships, including those that have that instant and deep connection, is let be. You need to allow all of life, including close relationships, flow and evolve. You need to let people be who the

Path
A friend is one who stands to share Your every touch of grief and care He comes by chance, but stays by choice Your praises he is quick to voice No grievous fault or passing whim Can make an enemy of him And though your need be great or small His strength is yours throughout it all No matter where your path may turn Your welfare is his chief concern No matter what your dream may be He prays your triumph soon to see There is no wish your tongue can tell But what it is your friend's as well The life of him who has a friend Is double-guarded to the end.

Path Of Life
As we walk our path of life, We meet people everyday. Most are simply met by chance. But, some are sent our way. These become special friends Whose bond we can't explain; The ones who understand us And share our joy and pain. Their love contains no boundaries. So, even when we are apart. Their presence enhances us With a warmth felt in the heart. This love becomes a passageway, When even the miles disappear. And so, these friends, God sends our way, Remain forever near. Author Lisa Pelzer Vetter

Pathways
pathways ..> the dark may lead to sunlight, the cloud may lead to rain, the smile may lead to laughter and the hurt may lead to pain. the seed may lead to flowers and an egg may lead to a dove but not much more than a smile is sure to lead to love. and all the things i..ve mentioned are possible that..s true and all the pathways i..ve taken has lead me back to you. jocko-1/24/08

The Path Becomes Clearer
The more I read of Rev. Spong, the more I understand his premise in this book and perhaps the premise of his overall theology. Yeshua, being fully, wholly, and completely human, encapsulates Divinity through that completeness. Obviously, to make such a claim, regardless of its accuracy, a good thinker must support such a claim. Hence the latest of his books; a work which should it be this last he publishes, it would certainly be considered a capstone for his theological writings. The basic view of Yeshua calls to mind thoughts of the Sufi masters. They also spoke of transcending the limits of our humanity to reach back to God in totality. The basic views of Yeshua call to mind thought of that wisdom, which I will discuss later, and answers for me, much better, on of my earliest and strongest objections in Christian theology. Growing up in the Bible Belt, I was taught, in my Baptist indoctrination, that I must always and forever fear the same God which was described as the font of et

The Path That I Walk
There are times in one's life when you no longer know who is staring back at you in the mirror. We make a choice to walk a particular path, however damaged or weathered from the storms it may be. Sometimes we skip, most times we stroll at a respectable pace, and then there are those times that we yearn to run full speed; fighting the wind that catches our face. We see our challenges laid ahead of us, we see our past behind us, and we daydream about what is around the bend. We know our own accomplishments, we know the obsticles that we have overcome, for we are alone on this journey of destiny. In life we are bound to stumble over the stones set aside, and may think that there is something more out there, somebody else through the mass of greenery that clouds your vision. And we find that what was a temporary relief from a tiresome walk, was actually a short cut that lead back to a worn path that we had already traveled. Emotions get trampled on as the days, months, and years go

Paths
In life there are many paths and there are many that cross yours. There are paths you can take from the one you are on. The paths you take can sometimes lead you back to the path you had travelled before. Only time will tell. There are paths that are blocked and you can’t travel back on them or go down them yet until the things that are blocking them are cleared. The paths you take are the ones you choose. So the dirt and the trails you leave are yours to leave. So treasure the paths, the prints and the marks you leave behind. Try to make sure leave good ones to let others know that you were there after you have gone.

The Path
A friend is someone who walks with you along life's path. Sometimes for a day or two, sometimes for a lifetime. And while the paths you take may seperate for a time, for many reasons both good and bad, they may yet cross again someday. And even while seperated, a true friend is always with you, for when friendship is given, a part of that person goes with you always. The strength of the friendship is shown not in the good times, but in times of turmoil or seperation. A friend will give you strength in times of need even when they have none for themselves. A friend will let you go when needed, to let you be your own person, to find yourself. But they will always be waiting with open arms should the paths cross again.

Path
Wwhen your path seems narrow and shadows burk behind keep moving forward althought its an uphill climb Never look into the past focus on whats in store always reach for your dreams believe you can be more and if some dark day the rain begins to fall close your eyes and think of sunshine and you can erase it all when your heart gets broken and you think you'll always grieve remember you can move mountains if you only BELIEVE

Pathetic
I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I find it really pathetic and sad that some people are so insecure with themselves that they'll spend hundreds of dollars a month on blasts, hh's, blings, tickers, etc etc etc, on other people simply so those people will give them some sort of recognition. What's even worse is that most of the people getting these things are fake profiles. How insecure do you have to be to have to buy friendship from someone who's already lying to themselves and everyone else about who they are? Is it just the fact that it makes them feel special to see a picture of some hot broad in a blast saying they love the poor piece of shit that bought them the damn blast? The whole thing is just ridiculous. Hell I wish I had the kind of money to dish out to anyone and everyone like that, must be nice..

Pathetic People
I can't for the life of me understand what fucked-up world we live in where people who says their adults act like little kids in public school..oh if he goes we go personally in my opinion....let the whiny little sucks go who really gives a shit..i dont..its just a bunch of childish crap played on by a whiny little biatch who tells people hes the victim in all his BS and convinces them hes ok...but of course "these adults" act like 7 yr olds taking tantrums cause of a choice that was made against him...i say in big words "get the fuck over it and move on " stop taking fits and grow up

Pathworking
~ Pathworking: Journeys of Power ~ ____________ _________ _________ __ Pathworking, as guided meditations are sometimes called, it a term which somes to us through ceremonial magic. It is the most potent tools we have for aligning ourselves with the energies of deities and mythic figures. The term "Ppathworking" has been adopted by Pagans who define it as a guided journey into the inner-world, or universal/archetypa l/astral plane, for the purpose of acquiring a lasting change on both the conscious and sub-conscious mind of the journeyer. Other terms which are synonymous with pathworking are journeying, inner-plane work, exploring alternate realities, seeking, astral world, going within, going out-of-body, inner world journeying, self-hypnosis, and vision questing. Pathworking, sometimes referred to as an "advanced: magical practice, is as old as the art of storytelling itself, an art highly prized by the Celts. Their itinerant storytellers (called seanachais) have, by uin

A Path Of Insight -- Lmao ???????
A Path of Insight A really terrific person recently gave me some excellent advice. I will pass it along for those who may be seeking. "Remember this my dear. men were only given enough blood for either the brain or the penis but not enough for both at the same time... Rather than move the blood back and forth from brain to penis they just keep the blood supply in the penis... Therefore they think only with the penis..."

Pathetic Women
OK, if you're gonna be the kind of woman that sends flirty texts to married men. At least Woman up and tell the wife that you're up to it. Don't be sleazy, slutty, and cheap...have the decency not to send "you turn me on so much" to a mans' phone. Guess What, he's married. He has committed to forever with 1 woman, and that isn't you. And if you can't get a man who isn't married, at least have the tits to confront or fess up the wife. Because no woman deserves to have another woman trying to fuck her man.

The Path Of Greatness Within You
THE PATH OF GREATNESS WITHIN YOU If you are quick to take offense, then you ll be under the control of those who you find offensive. If you are easily angered, then your actions will be dictated by those who anger you. If you are obsessed by what other people think, then you will be imprisoned by their thoughts. If you yearn for easy answers and quick solutions, you ll fall prey to people who offer you nothing but promises. If you find the truth too difficult to bear, you ll be enslaved to those who tell you what you want to hear. When you have the courage to think for yourself, the strength to accept what is, the commitment and discipline to make a difference, then you experience freedom. You have true freedom to live with purpose, joy and fulfillment. Let your life be defined, not by reactions to what others do, say, or think but rather your own unique vision. Raise your eyes above the pettiness and follow the path of the greatness that is within you.

Pathetic
Thoughts of you illuminate my spirit; Never a flicker of flame, but with Arching bolts which strike with a force That disturbs my equilibrium. My mind races as waves of passion flush over My pale skin, causing me to gaze upon visions Of impossible romantic possibilities. Pathetic is this woman who anticipates the True rhythm of love, with a man she will never hold. My imagined discourse of thoughts leave me suffering, As my lips quiver with the words I shall never speak to his: "I have loved you more than anybody in this world."

Pathetic....
So the Downfall to anonymous gifts...Now people can talk shit and not have to worry about them knowing who said it....honestly if i was to say this to someone i wouldn't hide and send the message as an anonymous...thats just plain dumb, stop being a pussy! geesh! what are we in high school? LMFAO!

Pathetic...........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Wow outta 275 friendz on my list i only got one bday wish sum friendz i got!!!!! Not like it matterz but outta 275 now 98 remain ;) so if ya still on my list then i guezz ya got a second chance to be a friend laterz!

Pathtic Women
What the hell is wrong with half of you? Don't you realize most of the guys you're chatting with are taken, married, whatever? That they're posting other people's photos? That they are rarely what they say they are? Haven't you figured out that they're just fooling you into cyber-sex so they can get their rocks off? And I can't believe those of you dumb enough to web-cam the act or these guys!!! What the hell are you thinking? Despite what they tell you, most are not 1) single; 2) divorced; 3) in the process of 1 or 2. I mean really, what kind of connection are you going to have with someone halfway across the continent - or the world? You are NOT going to find a relationship here. Wake up and get some self-respect! Believe me, you are NOT the pathetic women you are allowing yourselves to become. If you want to meet someone, leave your damn house and go out. Go out with friends, take walks, bark at the moon - whatever floats your boat. If you find someone, great! If not

The Paths
The Paths I stand Here on This path Wondering Which direction To go Neither path Has been Traveled upon In a very Long time Which path Should I Take Which path Holds the Least amount Of heartaches Through both Paths are Long and Hold many Surprises I shall Chose one Path to Walk alone By: Kat 7/5/08

Pathetic!
Most of you know I am a writer, and lately I've realized that although pathetic, my life is far from boring and so I've been using bits and pieces of my real life in my books. Well I could write an entire novel about tonight. It's a story so pathetic that I am laughing about it. It started this afternoon. I got a call from my friend Jennifer's brother Jeff. Jeff is my friend, but we only see each other once every six months or so, whereas me and Jennifer hang out every weekend night. Jeff called me and said, "Tim, my friend Ina wants to meet you. I told her all about you and we're coming down tonight and thought maybe I'd introduce you to Ina." I said sure. I was stood up on the last blind date I had, but for a couple months now I've really not had a good time going out and thought well, maybe this will be a good night. 8:30 - I met Jeff, his wife, and Ina in the parking lot. I said, "Hey Jeff, been a long time. How you been?" Jeff looked at me blankly, which did not strike me as

The Path To Joy: 10 Principles Of Spiritual Optimism
In his newest book, "Why is God Laughing?" renowned teacher Deepak Chopra gives a humorous take on spirituality--using a fictional tale of a comedian and his unlikely mentor to show the way back to hope, joy, and even enlightenment. Here are 10 principles for spiritual optimism adapted from the fable that will help you direct your life on a path to joy every single day. 1. The Healthiest Response to Life Is Laughter. This first principle serves as an antidote to fear and sorrow by encouraging you to experience life as joyous....When you feel momentary happiness, or you want to burst out laughing, or you smile for no apparent reason, you are glimpsing eternal reality....In time, these moments of joy will begin to knit together. Instead of the exception, they will become the norm. There is no better way to know that you are growing in God-realization. 2. There Is Always a Reason to Be Grateful. This second principle is an antidote to victimization....T

Patheticinsensitiveselfishba$tard!
I honestly have to say that I dont feel like just because you are dying, you get a hall pass to be a big f*cking pathetic asshole who is completely selfish and self absorbed by the disease and has you completely out of touch with what little bit of life you do have left. You had the opportunity to spend a wonderful weekend with a fabulous person who wanted nothing more than to get your mind off things, get you away and just spoil you with attention and affection. And you f*cked her over, treated her like she was worthless and consider yourself in the right for doing her this way because of your situation. You consider that you have done no wrong because no one understands what you are going through as they arent dying like you are and you arent really bothering to tell her or anyone maybe, whats really going on. But you want empathy and understanding from others who could not even possibly know whats going on without you sharing. Youd honestly think that you would want to suck

The Paths The Leads ..a Poem By Kissingal
"The Path That Leads" the path may seem narrow, and our vision may be dim and the clouds above may seem dark but we keep on following on this path for up ahead.. the fog lifts and the path widens and our vision will clear and we will see, what is meant for us, waiting there at the end of that path as the sun shines down and makes us see, what was so unclear before so we wait and we walk slowly patiently into the unknown with hope in our hearts to find out where the path leads... the paths that lead to our destiny are hidden in the misty forests as we walk thru ... we cannot see up ahead at this time..

Path-apocalyptica
I want to live in fire With all the things I desire It's all good if you let me dive With some sharks on the ground You lose your routine You lose your routine 'cause i found my path What the hell are you trying (now i know there is something more) What happened to you (still staying on my path) Are you still denying (now i know there's something more) That this is the truth (it's all in you) What do you came for What did you expect to find So boundless I feel And boundless all my fears Stop running back to old times Stop running back to old times You lose your routine... cause I found my path

Pathways Of Life
We walked together the pathways of life, Hand in hand facing each obstacle we came upon. Welcoming those that strengthened our resolve, Conquering that which refused to yield. Inseparable from one another, together our love grew, Stronger and stronger with each passing day. We grew closer as each challenge was met, Becoming as one in deed and thought. Time passes for those with the illusion, That always their love will be strong. As our lives become complacent, assumptions are made, Love slips away slowly and becomes stagnant. A cross word said, a thoughtless remark made, Ignoring the needs of each other. Taking for granted the other will forgive, Selfishness and greed become our passion. Ignorantly we hurt without thought or need, Blindly stumbling, wounding each others soul. Negligent we are that we refuse to see, The pain growing and the tears from the eyes. Our pathways of life have come to a fork, Once clasped hands no longer do touch. Our resolve n

The Path
some are chosen...others we choose..whatever the circumstance...as you travel that path just remember that strangers may become friends and friends may become strangers and thats ok as long as you embrace the change

Pathological Liars
For your information, I never trusted you. You can't even use your own pics on this website or other sites as well. You lie and when you're caught you continue lying. You accuse others of lying which makes me crack up inside. I have never lied to you or anyone else for that matter. I have no reason to. I am true to myself and always have been. But you need to back the FUCK off...stay out of my account and quit telling MY FRIENDS lies...they don't believe you and well we laugh about how pathetic you are all the time...your game playing is through. Game OVER...move on and let go...Love doesn't live here anymore. Good luck with everything and remember KARMA is a big bad bitch...you'll get yours...Peace out.

The Paths We Trod
The paths we trod We often wonder about the paths we didn't take, those other choices we didn't have to make. But what of the paths that we daily use, are they the paths we'd prefer to choose? After all it doesn't matter where these paths all end, for in time we become dust like all our friends. Listen for the music, look for the beauty of your way, life is caught in the moments that leap from day to day.

Pathways - By Dreamweaver
Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again it was the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one of those Wiccans, a so-called Witch. How can anyone in their right mind make this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings of the Bible? She doesn't even have the common decency to keep her satanic symbol, her pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the decent, God-fearing people in the office. She has some nerve. I find that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know that she has been Deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she cannot see. I've seen that so called Wiccan Rede that she has tacked to the wall above her computer. On the surface, it looks like a decent loving belief, but all one must do is look, look closely and see that by practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus Christ as savior, she is on the pathway to Hell. As I've said, it was a bad day in the office. Three times in the past few weeks I have been call

A Path Of Servitude
I awoke from my drunken stupor with unfamiliar surroundings starting to un-blur. Regardless of however infrequent it is, such a sensation is not new to me, as it is typically accompanied by a tender embrace and a kiss to welcome the morning. The dank, uneven stone floor I slowly clambered from this time proved to be a tad more disturbing. I began to wonder exactly how much of an ass I made of myself flirting with the ladies during the time I lost. Things weren't crystal clear yet, partly due to the dim lighting, partly due to my just recently sobering state. As I finally got to my feet, my eyes made out a door across the room. About ten feet away from reaching it, I fell on my face. My equilibrium wasn't the cause, as something appeared to grab my left leg; the expertly tied noose just above my ankle was the true cause. Having the style I do as an author, I have written about a couple similar scenarios- none of which had a pleasant ending. The passing thought caused the blood to

The Path Of Enlightenment
Dharma (Sanskrit: धर्म) in Buddhism has two primary meanings: * the teachings of the Buddha which lead to enlightenment * the constituent factors of the experienced world In East Asia, the character for Dharma is 法, pronounced fǎ in Mandarin and hō in Japanese. The Tibetan translation of this term is chos (Tibetan: ཆོས་; Lhasa dialect IPA: [tɕǿʔ]). In Mongolian dharma is translated as nom, which is noteworthy since it ultimately derives from the Greek word νομος (nomos) (law). Contents [hide] * 1 The Buddha's teachings * 2 The Buddha's Dharma Body * 3 Qualities of Buddha Dharma * 4 Dharmas in Buddhist phenomenology * 5 Meanings of "Dharma" [edit] The Buddha's teachings What is called Buddhism in the west has been referred to in India (the teachings' place of origin) and the east generally for many centuries as buddha-dharma. This ter

The Path.......
I see the path that i must take it is blank,empty yet I unknowlingly start ahead with out any knowledge of what lies ahead.I feel invisible as I walk on this lonely path,i feel a strong sense of self-pity.Im afraid of moving forward for I have come to a path with a fork in the road and I know not which path to take.I started walking in the hope that I will find what it is im looking for. For I know not what I am looking for but I feel a strong pull ,pulling me where I do not know.I feel lost ,I am blind to my future, I am fearful for what I might find ahead on this lonely,sullen path.No blue sky,no sun shining brightly down upon me just me and the empty souls that walk along with no agenda.I see them lost,lonely and scared.I stand alone and watch them i watch,the dead and lost walk alone with no sense of love,compassion or destiny.I am afraid of becoming one of them I am afraid of becoming one of the forgotten ones.

The Path
i stand beside you my hand locked with yours as we both look down the path we look at each other and smile as we take a step forward i can feel your fear and i reasure you with my love as we take another step forward you squeeze tight and i whisper into your ear i will never let you go i will always be here right beside you never leaving your side another step forward and the darkness starts to fade and with each step the light grows as the the sun shines for the both of us we can see the path and its not so scary now i can feel your heart beating faster as you now have nothing to fear because you know i am not going anywhere without you and the light is so bright nothing is hidden now and you know the truth that resides in my heart and soul its all exposed for you to see and then our lips meet and you know that this path is our path one we will walk down together for this life and the next i feel you squeeze my hand one more time and we move forward

Pat Hingle - 84
Tall and solid built, with a twang left in his rich, deep voice from his Southern upbringing (he was born in Miami and raised and schooled in Texas), he played everything from gangsters to policemen and every moral station in between. With his wide smile, twinkling deep-set eyes and bushy eyebrows, which seemed imbued with years of homegrown wisdom, he effortlessly drew the viewer in, but - somewhat like his contemporary and fellow Southerner Burl Ives - his folksy charm could turn malevolent just as easily as it could prove virtuous. As Angelica Huston's underworld boss in the film "The Grifters," he spoke to her with paternal warmth while calmly loading a sack full of oranges, with which he planned to beat her. Critic Kenneth Tynan called him "a specialist in portraying the American male as a lusty, overgrown boy, given perhaps to blustering but inherently goodhearted." He was both friendly and boorish as a football player in End as Man, the 1953 Broadway play that made his rep

The Path
Overcome with some emotions right now, I am going to try to exercise the demon with some writing, before I venture out today. Somewhere in the world there is somebody Who will feel the way you do right now You may not see this but think it through Your souls are connected on a parallel road If you you think it you will feel it This connection becomes less sporadic And the feelings truly organic And the poles will begin to unite There once was a life without hope Where I would confine my time in decay And in this glowing eyesore I had seen The tellings of a medium manifest before these eyes For true love had been revealed In a name and nothing more And a cloud of skepticism would stay Until this very day when you came to me This was unprecedented Such fortune was never seen before And to terms I came with the truth You loved me and I truly loved you The only problem was the distance But even at 3000 miles away True love can be kept It still takes

Path Of Death
Path of Death 1/30/07 Join me on this path of death, our empty souls shall have no rest, within these walls of our minds, we will walk till the end of time, our hearts are broken, dreams are shattered, living this hell just doesn't matter, it's what we've come to know and love, this barreness, so unlike a dove, there is no life within these people, no desires within their eyes, they've lived lives like no others, they've lost fathers and mothers, older siblings and little brothers, they've been broken beyond repair, they have simply ceased to care, about everything and everyone, all they want to do is run, from all the pain and all the sorrow, they wish there would be no tomorrow, they walk this neverending path, of shattered truths of what they had, their empty hearts shall never be fed, for this is the path of the dead.

Pathetic Female Thoughts..
So I grabbed the other half's camera tonight to steal his memory card.. lost mine and the last time he used his camera was forever ago.. So anyways going through the pics on the card since he never deletes them ever and i did not want to delete them so I uploaded them.. I saw pics of him and his ex girlfriend ( the girl before me) So I felt this twinge of jealousy when I saw how absoulutely beautiful she was and skinny and blah blah and how they damn near fit perfectly together.. Now I know he would never want her back.. hell he left her the when he met me.. but still ugh I hate feeling like a jealous little twit..

The Path Of A Tyrant
Walking around these halls Slowly hearing the heartless laughter Of a million lives lost to the madness Wondering how can someone have so much power Yet she walks in a glorious haze Of a beauty covered in sloth and deceit Observing all these fools honoring someone that has no valor As it praises them only if they are on their knees Family it preaches While in gluttony this monster prevails Slaying those whose eyes are open And giving everyone slowly a piece of her hell As the monster they praise slowly wraps them in their own neglect These lemmings yearn for a higher cause I finally understand that its no longer my place to preach to those who desire to be lost. ** I am free from your mindless hate. I simply fell to your lie that I was family, when in reality I just hated myself for believing you could be true.

The Path
WHEN LOVE HINDERS IN ANGELS GRACE AND THE WORLD GROWS COLD TO EYES DESPAIR, ALAS THE HEART GREW HALLOW AND THE ANGEL FELL INTO DARKNESS. CONSUMED BY PAIN AND LOSS THE WORLD WAS A VAST PIT. YEARS PASS AND NO CAUSE CHAMPIONED, THE ANGEL WALKED A ROAD SOULESS AND SOLITARY. AMONST THE CITIES AND CROWDS THERE WAS STILL NOTHING TO THE WORLD. THE ANGEL HAD FALLEN AND WAS LEFT TO AWAIT PERGATORY. WHEN ALAS BEFORE HIM CAME A GLIMERING MUSE. SHE THUS TOOK HIM AND INSPIRED HIM, AND LIFTED HIM ON HIGH. FINALLY HE HAD FOUND SOMETHING RIGHT IN THE WORLD. WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD AND FILLED HIM WITH THE LOVE AND FAITH THAT WAS MENT TO BE. ALAS THE ANGEL WAS LIFTED BACK ONTO THE PATH OF THE RIGHTOUS AND LONG AS HIS MUSE WAS THERE COULD NEVER SEE THE DARKNESS OF THE WORLD AGAIN. INSTED HOPE AND JOY, THE SPLENDERS OF HEAVEN. THOUGH HE HAD FALLEN THERE IS A PLACE FOR THEM IN THE GRAND PICTURE OF LIFE. ...................................................................

Path To Redemption
in a hundered ways i suffer each day learning how a soul and body can merge into a shapless blur of carrion nightmares the heart beats, the lungs draw air,time ticks the surface calm and warm never revealing inner war of hellish hateful timless grip thoughts linger like cancerous foul breath why must i embrace malignant lies long trip my foundations chiseled hammered chipped in evil most heinous im set adrift she knows not of damge deeply done like flesh in fire can never be healed anew the phoenix will rise to do no right set

Paths
This was sent to me by a good friend. TY for the unconditional love and support! I can almost see itThat dream I'm dreaming butThere's a voice inside my head sayin, You'll never reach it, Every step I'm taking, Every move I make feelsLost with no directionMy faith is shaking but IGot to keep tryingGot to keep my head held highThere's always going to be another mountainI'm always going to want to make it moveAlways going to be an uphill battle, Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose, Ain't about how fast I get there, Ain't about what's waiting on the other sideIt's The ClimbThe struggles I'm facing, The chances I'm takingSometimes they knock me down butNo I'm not breakingI mean I know itBut these are the moments thatI'm going to remember most yeahJust got to keep goingAnd I, I got to be strong[ The Climb lyrics from http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/ ]Just keep pushing on, There's always going to be another mountainI'm always going to want to make it moveAlways going to be an uphill battle,

Pathetic Fu-males
WTF guys?!? The whole "Perve bet" between Wicked and Seamus ended with Seamus GIVING IN!!! I repeat... "WTF Guys?!?" Are ya'll SERIOUSLY THAT hard up for pics of online chicks?!? Are ya gonna let the FU-Females run shit around here?!? *sigh* I already made a "perve bet" with Wicked but the poor little girl needs 3 days... So in 5 days, I'm gonna bring RESPECT back to the males of FUBAR... ...though I know she'll come up with yet ANOTHER excuse... GAME ON.

Pathetic
There is nothing more pathetic than men who take themselves too serious, esp ones that HAVE to pick steroid laden names like PITBULL, or BULL, or DeathlyRider, or Hardcore, etc. It is even sadder when they have sappy/steroid laden stati like "Hell has three gates: lust, anger, and (somethin else I donr recawl). Ask me how I know", or "shoot, I'm bullet proof", or "made of steel, you cant break me", or some pther pathetic shit like that. Its even MORE tear jerking when they misspell things in those, like "I'm a man of steal". A thief?? Finally, this pathos cannot be complete without a shirtless pic in the mirror.

A Path With Heart
A Path With Heart Anything is one of a million paths. Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question. I will tell you what it is: Does this path have a heart? A path without a heart is never enjoyable. You have to work hard even to take it On the other hand, a path with heart is easy; it does not make you work at liking it. For my part there is only the traveling on paths that have heart...and there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly.

The Path, Right Left Or Straight
"whats it worth to leave, to move on with our lives, to make a change. Can we travel the road less traveled cuz others said not too, can an offer be too good not to take it, can it be the very thing we need, to help others while helping ourselfs, so the questions is what is ur life worth to ur? turn left to safe places, turn right to family, straight to the unknown, cant turn back the way we came." i offer this to fuland, what choice would u take, why and at what cost? can u aswer my question i that seek an answer for, leave a comment, leave it in my SB or private message. have a nice life fuland!

Pathes
The world is so upside down at the moment,I just can't be happy until you are here,Breaking down and crying in all the madness,Losing you is all i have left to fear,We're on the move, never sitting still,Going in different directions,If or when our pathes cross I'll wear a smile,Even if it was my imagination,The sight of you is all I can fathom,It's all I can think about,You are my guardian angel,My bliss,My sensation,My wonder,and my dream.

....pathetic Reality...
its a proven fact that in the world today sex sells. its a sad truth but true none the less. anyone unwilling to submit to this sexual hunger will be broken down and eventually succum to it. losing their dignity, self respect and the respect of others. everyone scoures the earth for someone to see them as more than a piece of meat in this vicious game of life. through the search you'll run into characters of all sorts. the players. the sweet talkers. the obsessive. the possesive. all of the above will tear through the population using anyone in their path. which leads to low self esteem, depression, yearning for attention and by any means necessary of course. leavin the masses left behind like used tissues. leaving behind people like me... being sick and tired of feeling hollow and worthless because no one sees us as people who are just looking for that loving feeling but as objects of desire and lust. having been taken advantage of for the simple fact that we yearn for someone to want

Path
MOTIVATION SELF HELP MOVE FORWARD DON’T GIVE UP SUCCEED YOU TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE WELL BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN MAKE IT BETTER OR WORSE BASED ON YOUR ACTIONS OPPOSED TO SOMEONE OR SOMEBODY MAKING THAT CHOICE OR ACTION FOR YOU. LIFE HAS SEVERAL PATHS ITS ONLY YOU WHO CAN CHOOSE THE RIGHT TO FOLLOW. YOU FOLLOW A PATH THAT YOU FEEL IS RIGHT TO WALK ON WITH THE PARTICULAR PAIR OF SHOES AND CLOTHS YOU WEAR. THE PATH YOU DESIRE IS SOMEWHAT IN A WAY OF RUNNING AWAY SO THE PERSON CAN DO WHAT HE OR SHE WANTS TO DO. THE DESTANATION IS CHALLEGEING AND PROBLEM SOVLING BECOMES DIFFICULT. LOVE MEETS YOU HALF WAY. YOU BECOME WANTED AND NEEDED. SOMETHING WONDERFUL APPEARS, IT’S THE REFLECTION OF YOUR INNERSELF AND IT GIVES YOU THE ENERGY AND MOTIVATION TO CONTINUE. BUT ITS STILL APPEARS TO BE DIFFICULT TO CONTINUE IN SOME WAY CANNOT EXPLAIN. IN THE DISTANCE YOU SEE A STORM. THE STORM GETS WORSE AS IT APPROACHES. THE PATH STARTS TO DISSAPPEA

The Path
A long path of hardship and loneliness is the one she has walked down for so long, Her head hung low with disappointment and sadness that she carries with her. Her soul empty and heart broken into pieces she feels are beyond repair, The road is covered in harsh rocks and the fire of hatred for those who kicked her down. As the tears fall and her hopes fade into nothing she sees the endless path before her, At the point when she almost gives up a hand reaches for hers…… There he stands his hand in hers and she looks up into his eyes, Caring, so soft with love he looks at her as though she is a goddess before him. Her hand locks in his; the warmth is filling her heart, As they walk side by side the path that she has walked on for so long is changing. The trees are flourishing; the grass begins to take form beneath her feet where the road was,

Path Of Initiation
My blood boils with rage and burns slow like sageAnd with every song I write I fill up another pageIn this grand grimoire you can open doorsMentally let my words sink into your pours, yeahAnd into your mind you'll never know what you'll findThese premanitions are more than a simple signIt's more deep than mankind, more deep than a false Savior, More deep than the hands of timeIt's like every word I say is a part of this puzzleDon't be mistaken the answer is forever shuffledWithin the artwork, tracks and numbersThis is initiation for it you must sufferTake my hand, let me lead straight into the fireYou bought the record so it must be your true desireI am the Prophet speaking to my congregationDisciples now prepare for the path of initiationThis is the path of initiationThe cycle of death brings forth creationYou must die for illuminationDivination is your destinationThis is the path of initiationThe cycle of death brings forth creationYou must die for illuminationDivination is your dest

Path Of Initiation
My blood boils with rage and burns slow like sageAnd with every song I write I fill up another pageIn this grand grimoire you can open doorsMentally let my words sink into your pours, yeahAnd into your mind you'll never know what you'll findThese premanitions are more than a simple signIt's more deep than mankind, more deep than a false Savior,More deep than the hands of timeIt's like every word I say is a part of this puzzleDon't be mistaken the answer is forever shuffledWithin the artwork, tracks and numbersThis is initiation for it you must sufferTake my hand, let me lead straight into the fireYou bought the record so it must be your true desireI am the Prophet speaking to my congregationDisciples now prepare for the path of initiationThis is the path of initiationThe cycle of death brings forth creationYou must die for illuminationDivination is your destinationThis is the path of initiationThe cycle of death brings forth creationYou must die for illuminationDivination is your desti

The Path
Walking alone in this path I search for love to adapt A single hint of your smile The scent of your love perfume Alone in this path, I flee the past Embrace a new and brighter future; One with the warmth of your presence And the comfort of a look in your eyes. Alone in this path I shed your tears, I can no longer stand to see you cry For taking your love for granted And not loving you like you knew I could. Alone in this path I’ll fight your war Risk my life; bleed my love for you, Cast your sins and live your fears Take your hand and forever hold you near. Alone in this path I bring you hope,

The Path Is Chosen
Hard to believe, but in less than a week a part of my old life dies. This is a time when my life is now at a crossroads. I am sad, for I am leaving a place I have spent the last three years in. I look around these walls and see memories. There... that is the spot where my son first rushed out and asked if Santa was here yet. And there... where he sat to blow out the candles for his first birthday in his first house. On the wall, I see the marks I have made the past three years, where I have measured his growth. Two rooms... one, his first bedroom that he actually stayed in. Hints of the light blue paint still can be seen. The second room, where he moved to. The green is on the wall, his bed which shall go with me still stands up, showing his interest. Friday... it seems like a short time. But it has been years coming. Though I am sad, I also see hope on my horizon. New memories shall now be made. The lil man, when I have him, and I will begin building times with each o

The Path
watching my life run on a course that I don't quite follow. My cup is full but my soul feels so hollow walking the path that leads to where i want to be down the road. but its hard with such a heavy load. no one walks with me to help haul the pack. there is to much behind me for me to look back. no one to pass the time with as I journey ahead. no one to hold when I lay in my bed. walking on blindly scared of whats up the way. I have to keep going for there is no safe place to stay. what the future holds for me is so very unclear. Continue on i must there is no time for fear. Emotions hang on and constantly shadow me. but i cant be consumed if i wish to be free.

Pathetic Remorse
I login to this site, yet my being is frutile An unknown presence in an overpopulated place The rare wanting for attention always going unheard For everyone seems busy, in this constant race I ponder my reasons for continuing to come here A waste of time it seems, when I'm always unnoticed Just a blimp on a radar, no one doesn't even see Wanting just a simple pleasure, a little bit of bliss I'll skim through my reasons, the few that I have Seeking proof to continue to come here and play This game with these people, so cultured and profound Or maybe I'll vanish, and come back someday Anthony don't judge me too harshly.. I haven't slept and I'm insanely bored.

The Path
Walking down an empty path through the forest of life twists, turns, broken bridges along the way A fork in the road One lead to death, sadness, and darkness The other leads to love, happiness, and enjoyment. One is bright and sunny while the other is dark, secluded, and cold. I stand there uncertain as to which way to go the bright path seems so inviting but I was raised to believe looks can be deceiving So I take a deep breath and head down that cold and lonely road. Whispers in the shadows Light becomes night I start to tremble and cry wondering if my decision was the right one I continue on my path evil seem to lurk in the shadow of the trees. Still concerned if my choice was the right one i keep walking. Laughing, crying and screaming surround me. I come to a clearing It is beautiful, The trees are so green and the flowers are so vibrant I stand there and wonder if I am dreaming. Then you appear. You smile and tell me that I have chosen my destiny One of l

A Path That Leads No Where
A path that leads no where I look at my life around me And all I see are all these memory's. They seem to fly by me like butterfly's, Trying to remind me of what was. Though in my heart all I feel is the pain. I remember all the words, the hugs, and the laughs. Everyday that passes by I see the changes on the faces of those I've loved. In many ways these memory's were happy, Of people and places I'll never see again. But now as I recall on them to guide me, My heart wants to cry, and I want to scream. I feel as though I have been ripped apart by time, And mending it is a far off dream. I've taken many steps forward in my life, But I feel as though I have only moved backwards. I keep hoping that life will show me my path That one day I'll know all of what I've been doing is right. But right now I feel I'm at a standstill. Like I'm on a path that leads no where. A path that leads no where 9-12-10 By: Lacie (aka me)

A Path To Choose
We all have a path to chose and those choices help to make up the attributes of who I am now. So When I look at the saddest things that happened to me, I just stay strong and don't back down. I'm gonna be here when the smoke settles no doubt, but many people often ask how. Well when the wind blows away your rose petals, just focus on the moments you had until you can smile.

The Pathalogical Liar...
ok, time to vent... So, this past month someone has made me feel like total shit. Stupid fights, name calling, stupid accusations, everything. I was seeing this guy who, as usual, at first seemed amazing. I had a ton of fun hanging out with him, and loved being in his company. Then all of a sudden *poof* he was all of a sudden working like 22 hours a day, with no time to even message me to find out how my day was going. I knew something was up, gut feeling, but didn't have anything to back it. So whenever I'd ask to get together or to just talk, I would have my head ripped off. "I'm working, what's wrong with you? What don't you get about that?" ... only to find out by one of their best friends that he was now chasing his best friends little sister who is 14 years younger than the guy I was seeing... This made me feel so sick... Then I hear from his SISTER-IN-LAW that he told her I wasn't his girlfriend, I was some stalker who only went to visit him because I threatened to kill myself.

The Path
"Why does this always happen" she said to no one inparticular. As she once again walked, deeper into the forest the fog just got worse. She could never seem to find the right path. She stop beleving the path even existed. So many times before she had chosen a bad path. They all led to so much hurt, such unbelieveable pain. One day long ago she just stoped searching. It was easy enough to just stay put. The fog would clear then and there would be no more pain. Or nothing hardly as bad. She didnt even know how she ended up back in the fog, searching once again. If she slowed down maybe the fog wouldnt be so dense, Maybe she could see more clearly the path which she found herself on. She wanted to believe it existed.

The Path 2
As she edged her way through the woods the fog slightly cleared. She thought she was seeing the path more clearly. For every step she took tho, she wondered if she took too big a step. She could so easily get turned around, lost. She doubted her own steps, wondered if she was even prepared to take the path. She didnt want to slip and fall. She was tired of not knowing what to do. The path seemed right, it seemed safe and easy enough to fallow. She wanted to be able to just take it, instead of inching her way down it. but she was too scared. There were so many chances that she was just too weak to take. Sometimes she just wanted to rip out her own hair. "Why do i have to be so broken?".

The Path Ends
She suddenly found herself in a clearing. She looked around and noticed everything was visable. The fog had broken up and she was left standing on a large patch of grass inthe middle of the woods. She let out a small gasp as she realised something was very wrong. All of her sences were hightened. A old wise tree sat in the middle of the clearing, its bark and size told her it was old. She watched for a moment the bugs living their daily lives, at home in the tree. She could see all of that going on. She could feel the warmth of the tree now as well. It radiated energy at her. Focusing on something else she closed her eyes. She could hear the forest, like a massive symphony. Each bug cherping, each tree groaning. She could feel mother earth below her feet. The grass like warm soft carpeting on her toes. Her nose was filled with the smell of flowers. Everywhere she looked there were patches of them. Different sweet aromas floating past her in the cool refreshing breeze. This place was so

Pathetic!
I am WAYYYYYY beyond sick of people and their lack of morals....values...there are certain lines you do NOT cross....words you do NOT say...a NO FLY ZONE....people can change your perception of them very quickly...regardless of how long you have known them....harmless flirting is one thing....so is random silliness...but being persistent when it is NOT wanted is a total different story...I am DONE covering and making excuses for ANYONE...my friends mean the world to me....especially my REAL ones....I will NOT play your fucking game....go play in someone else's field..NOT in mine...total BS...just because I have a nice body and like to show it off...it does NOT define me as an individual....I define my fucking self....and it is pretty damn sad when the one being a TOTAL ass clown...KNOWS THIS....I am NOT going to waste my time on the typical male....the one's that only see the exterior....they can do watever they must with the VIRTUAL me....people like that will NEVER ge

The Path We Take
Every path leads to the unknown, some paths join others, and some split off on their own. We want to know where they all go, but maybe we shouldn't. Maybe the more we insist on knowing, the less we'll be able to learn from life's twists & turns. I know what you're thinking, that the unknown ...is scary, but that's okay. We're human. Maybe before we feel free, we're supposed to feel fearful. Maybe it means more that way.

Pathetic
The way I feel inside Everything is broken It's like having a twin that died I'll never be the same again The world seems flat without you The stars shine dimmer at night Neither of us will glimmer as bright As when we were together, my friend That which doesn't kill me Only makes me hopeless I don't want to be broken And you don't even notice That anything, would be better than this The way I feel inside Broken and pathetic It all means, absolutely

Paths Taken
Whenever we walk the path of life, rarely is there a single right path but rather many paths each with different outcomes. Life is more enjoyed when we look forward and not dwell too much on the past. This is how we heal from tramatic events and let painful memories fade while attempting to hold close those that we particularly enjoyed or were meaningful in some way.....selective memory.

Path
Can anyone tell me the path I need to take??? I am so happy.. but I am happy for ALL the wrong reasons... I will end up hurting ppl who dont deserve it and I am and will be devestated... I am in love with her.. and she is with me..I see it in her eyes..and yet.. I am so stupid cuz I can never have her... not with out pain.. suffering of ppl who dont deserve and never asked for any of this... I have to walk away from the one person I am ment to be with...my so called "soul mate"..never have I been drawn to a person like this.. anyone who see's us together knows we are one.. and yet......I made my bed.. I will sleep in it now.. and I will lose a HUGE part of myself in the process..

The Path
Every 1 gos down there own path as me I know where I'm going for that I'm a wiccan who see's Paranormal ghosts and demonic every time of his life & experanced with both black and white magic even got a real Death Note I made after my ex almost killed me by putting me in a 6 month coma i dont remember how she did it. But for though's who hurt others emotionally or phyiscially that is a 2 way trip after death 1 Limbo 2 Demonic Relam sure you can redeem your self if you changed your attitude and out look on life and how you treat other's I believe that is the only way. I urge you to choose your path we only get 1 life in this Relam don't go down the wrong 1.

The Path Of Aloneness
Accept everything just the way it is. Do not seek pleasure for its own sake. Do not, under any circumstances, depend on a partial feeling. Think lightly of yourself and deeply of the world. Be detached from desire your whole life long. Do not regret what you have done. Never be jealous. Never let yourself be saddened by a separation. Resentment and complaint are appropriate neither for oneself nor others. Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love. In all things have no preferences. Be indifferent to where you live. Do not pursue the taste of good food. Do not hold on to possessions you no longer need. Do not act following customary beliefs. Do not collect weapons or practice with weapons beyond what is useful. Do not fear death. Do not seek to possess either goods or fiefs for your old age. Respect Buddha and the gods without counting on their help. You may abandon your own body but you must preserve your honour. Never stray from the way.

Pathetic
I find it so pathetic at how fast people are to mourn a actor in thier status but not a Police Officer, Fire Fighter or a Service Member. It is also sad that Fu comes out with a bling for them. Just so they can make more money. As I was thinking about this I also realized how Fu is using special events like Breast Cancer Awareness Month and Major weather events to make money. They make a bling for these. Charge $3 make it a requirement and only give $1 for each one to the Cause. So for every bling the make $2. This is worse then the scammers who go to these places and scam people by taking money and not doing work or the many other things that happen. This is really sad. It shows the true colors of the people who run Fu. They are just scammers

Patiently Awaiting
People get used all the time. Whether you want to admit it or not Even those you care about have used you at some point It all depends on the degree of which they used you if you choose to recognize it or not. I’ve been used several times to help people understand that it’s better to speak your mind then letting things lie beneath the surface and tear you down inside. The ting that bothers me the most about all of this is that maybe I feel that a certain level of respect is owed and it seems like those I choose to care about can’t seem to show me the same as what I show them. I don’t get hurt by this because 9/10 time I choose not to feel and the one time that I do I have a cut off switch built into me. I have the ability at what seems like the flick of a switch to go from caring to not at all. Sure you can call this a wall of some sorts, but maybe the wall is still there cause I’ve never found anyone as genuine or pure as me and how I am when comes to wearing my heart on my sl

Patience
Patience The days are so long as I wait for my turn at life. The cards are delt one by one. I look at my hand and sigh, It is filled with pain and strife. The waiting is a test. Wondering takes my mind away. Will I ever get delt a hand worth keeping Or, will I be lonely until my eternal rest? My time will come, one way or another. I will live it day by day. The cards will fall as they are destined So I wonder why do I even bother. The days are so long as I wait for my turn at life. The cards are delt one by one. I look at my hand and sigh, Why must it always be filled with pain and strife. Darla

Patience Gone The Route Of Chivalry??!
~What is wrong with people? Don't get me wrong and i don't do it every day (because when i do i tend to go those wonderful 8 hour spans where you kill that last bad guy and realize not only didn't you sleep but you're late for work). I do love video games and yes i would love to have the latest and best and all the coolest games but it's not practical for me to have all i want right now. Nor is it necessary. I fill my life with meaningless trinkets like anyone else but i would never in my life think something so important as to trample over another human being. Endanger a life for some golden fleece that will essentially become an obsolete piece of technology or a hand me down for someone who's patient enough (or busy enough) to wait .... oh say a few months out of the 90 years one may be alive. I had started to hope we'd matured a bit from the days of beatings and killings for a pair of friggin shoes simply for having a "socially" popular brand name. The same stuff EVERYONE w

Patience
Let’s hang everyone, and then hang some more Let’s fill the empty field of towering gallows Working around the clock tying noose knots in strong rope Everybody shuts up to hear the death croak Dig out a pit to house the corpses Should they burn, or use lye? Fucking choices choices Eventually the screams stop being voices And become a soundtrack of background noises Drowned out by the sound of the peasants rejoicing “Death to the king, all hail the new order!” Ordered to make a meal out of grave dirt Flirt with the idea that it tastes great, but we both know your taste buds don’t work I much prefer a psychopathic individualized form of attack Instead of the idiotic emptiness of a murderous mob mentality Is it some kind of bonding experience to kill as a family? The frenzy of group psychosis, stacking travesties on top of atrocities True bloodlust belongs to those who can act calmly Blind group rage tends to be brutish and sloppy When you focus on the death you ign

Patience Gone, Let's Make A Deal!
So back in June I was given a promotion with a modest pay increase. I wanted more money but they explained why it wasn't going to happen. The one thing that made me feel better was the promise of a few thousand more per year on January first if I were still here and then a cost of living increase in February. Well guess what...it's January, just got my first pay check for the year. NO RAISE IN THERE. I asked my supervisor/manager/higher up and he says that they want to wait until they review everyones pay in February. That's bullshit! I was promised this money by the president of the company and didn't get it. I am getting pushed off and am so pissed. I plan on having a meeting with him when he gets in sometime this morning. At first I was so pissed off and didn't want to talk to anyone. Now that I have sat for a little bit and checked the job ads i am cooled down some. I am still aggrivated! Time to negotiate.

Patient Heart
All alone in my own heart tossed around this undulant sea At the seams I come apart once love was taken from me The smell of a sweet betrayal the bitter taste of hate Into my own shell I shall crawl telling my heart be patient and wait You were the light on the dark side of me a very artistic and intricate design Of lies you managed to weave a very deadly land mine Now lost in my own secret place from emotion I am locked away Only seeing pictures of your face back and forth I begin to sway Nightmares come and go emptiness filling my veins Being pulled down in the undertow some other force at the reigns Drowning in my own sadness tear stains upon my cheek In complete and total madness body and mind so very weak Slipping into the darkened night to disappear without a trace Keeping out of anyone else's light so no one sees my face Into my own shell I shall crawl telling my heart be patient and wait

Patio Problem
My husband, Ray, was attempting to build a patio for the first time. He bought 100 cement blocks. Laying them out in a pattern, he discovered the chosen area was too small. He stacked the blocks against the house and cleared more space. The next day Ray put the cement blocks back down, only to find that the ground was too hard to keep the patio level. He ordered a truckload of sand to be delivered the following morning. Again he stacked the 100 blocks against the house. Observing all this, our next-door neighbor asked, "Ray, are you going to put your patio away every night?"

The Patient (tool)
A groan of tedium escapes me, Startling the fearful. Is this a test? It has to be, Otherwise I can't go on. Draining patience, drain vitality. This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old. But I'm still right here Giving blood, keeping faith And I'm still right here. Wait it out, Gonna wait it out, Be patient (wait it out). If there were no rewards to reap, No loving embrace to see me through This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. Gonna wait it out. If there were no desire to heal The damaged and broken met along This tedious path I've chosen here I certainly would've walked away by now. And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may. Be patient. I must keep reminding myself of this. And if there were no rewards to reap, No loving embrace to see me through This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. And I still may. Gonna wait it out.

Patience
Powerful hands pulling my hair into a tight rope He tenderly tugs my head as he possesses my face and neck With his warm mouth and tongue. I feel a heavy burning pressure on my thigh and press my chest into his eager hands… He worships my breasts like a prized possession. Patience… I want him now… Patience. I open my lips into the urgency of his mouth, engulfed in insane flames of desire… Patience. He lifts my hips and desperately kneads my belly, Devouring my soft petals with his sensuous lips… Oh, I want him… I want him now. He enters me like he has come home and softly sighs into my ear… I welcome him... oh how I have missed him. Tears of joy stream down my cheeks and moisten his smooth neck and back… I am home… and time stops. His eyes are teasing me to taste him to please him to love him. With each thrust he whispers he loves me…With each thrust I whisper I love him… He pauses… and I smile…He cups my face into his man-hands and smothers my m

Patience
Patience is the hardest thing for a slave to learn, and hence it must be one of the first things they are introduced too. A slave is always waiting on his or her Master, waiting to serve, waiting to be given instruction, or simply serving. So as you see the slave must learn to develop a great deal of patience even if he or she is not a patient person. There is patience of another form that must be discussed as well. Many times a Master will give an instruction or order and the slave will have no clue as to why the instruction is given, the slave must be patient and allow the Master to explain when and if there is a desire to do so. It is not the place of a slave to question the orders or demands of the Master, unless there is a need for clarification. Unless there is a moral, legal or safety issue involved; a slave should follow the Master's instructions without question. Hence the slave must have patience and not focus on things that he or she may not be privileged to, or things

Patience
Practice patience People who cause you problems also give you something of real and lasting positive value. They provide you with the opportunity to practice and build your patience. Patience is a profoundly powerful and useful thing to have. It can bring real value into your life in almost any situation. With patience, you can achieve a thousand times more than what you could achieve without it. With patience, you can listen, learn, work and prosper instead of lashing out at every frustration. Patience enables you to see and to experience rich treasures that you otherwise would have missed completely. Patience gives you the ability to forge deep and meaningful connections with others. Practice patience, and you avoid costly careless mistakes. Live with patience, and you have the persistence to create great things. Be truly thankful for each opportunity you receive to strengthen your patience. For it will surely bring new richness to your life. -- Ralph Marston

Patience Is A Virtue?? Crap
7 months now and the days just keep marching on. There's something about separation laws that just gets my gander up. As my lawyer said to me, I have to be a "Monk in a Monastary". I can understand the reasoning, yeah I'm separated and that doesn't mean I'm divorced yet. Can't let the ex find out I was seen in public with someone of the opposite sex and try and tag on an adultery charge to the mix. But to tell me I can't even go out and hand with a friend, I repeat, just a friend of the opposite gender, because I'd run that risk, It's almost ridiculous. Yeah, I have some lady friends but that doesn't mean I want to fuck them...well maybe a couple, but I wouldn't expect to just on my own morals of not wanting to lose them as friends, but it's a damn shame I can't like ask them to catch a movie with me or grab a bite to eat. Hell, I can go hang out with all the male buds in the world and nothing would be said. There's the crux of it too. Have dinner with a lady friend and get ac

Patience
Patience I wait unseen, knowing perfectly well I am often translucent. Tears, stunned by out of control chaotic emotions, still hold onto the absurdity of quiet moments of hope. As if dreaming in slow motion, shrouded in angst waiting patiently for the unfamiliar silence and shadows that quietly suspend time, to rescue me. Absorbed intently dreams of innocence, silent words fall senselessly to waiting paper. Hypnotic images, so full of promise whisper reassurance in the quiet of our dreams. © copyright 2007 K. G.

Patio Office
Earlier today, I moved most of my plants out to the patio so they can enjoy the summer sun and the fresh (albeit polluted) air. Then I went back inside, and my dining room--where I normally work--seemed empty. Lifeless. Feeling jealous of the plants, I moved a table and some chairs out to my patio so I could sit here and, ostensibly, work. I have my laptop, a beverage, some cigs. This should work, no? I wrote about a page. Now, I'm watching cars drive by. Watching my neighbors come home from work. Watching people walk their dogs. And watching my cat stare at me from out the window, pissed that I won't let her outside to play in the street. And I'm writing a blog. I don't think this new office setup is going to work. But MAYBE... if I open a bottle of wine... Yes. I think that will help.

Patience Is A Virtue
I have been told by many people that I have the patience of a saint. My job requires patience. Parenting requires patience. Relationships require patience. My fuse is VERY short when it comes to MY kids and relationships. The relationship fuse has run short way too many times.It's now shorter than ever. I never thought I would get to the point to where I didn't care. I am at that point right now. I have someone I care about, but he is just a figment of my scattered brain ( most days ). My patience ran out and now I just don't care anymore. I hurt every day. I love every day. I feel every day... every day without him and I am getting more used to it than I had ever wanted to. Is this a sign of letting go? Possibly. Not out of a lack of love, but out of a lack of patience and understanding. If patience is a virtue. I am only half the virtuous person I would like to be. The rest of me is tired and broken.

Patience
Let's talk about patience, shall we? I can, and have, stayed still for minutes to hours at a time (and on one memorable occasion, over a day), mostly because my life or the lives of others depended on it. I have waited for 'proper moments' to occur many times in my life, sometimes for months and years. But that stuff is all about me having discipline and knowing how to wait without going insane. I did have a problem for a while with waiting for other people to get their stuff done, if it was stopping me from doing my job. and hey, I'm a lot better about that now than I used to be, by a longshot. Really... I am. Stop laughing, it's true...well mostly... But when my day to day existance is dependant on one of these sheeple, who wend their way through days full of grazing on the nape of society, I do get a little cranky when I can't even get a simple response to a simple info request. meh, I should know better, I'm aware of that... A need on my part does not cons

Patiently Waiting
I'm waiting here Patiently Just around the corner Many people passing by I talk to a few They aren't the voice I need Several birds fly through Singing your songs Keeping me content I have been here for years It seems Time stands still at this intersection I could call a cab I could jump on a bus Maybe I'll just wander I won't drift far Just takin the scenic route For now I can still hear the birds I'm still waiting Patiently

' Patience "
The impatient are always in a hurry. They are trapped in the future attached to fear and time. The impatient follow self-made goals that go nowhere. The patient are never in a hurry. They are totally in the present, bathed in timeless loving. The patient have no need for goals. except to be Home in the Heart of God. The patient are patient because they know they are already there.

A Patients Poem To Me,,,,, I Cried!
Sometimes ive wondered, What my life would have been like, If i had took better care of my body, Would this still have been my life? I sit in this chair, I cant just get up and go, My spirit has been broken, Im waiting for God to take my soul, Now i need 24 hr care, My privacy almost doesnt resist, I have lost my home and everything, And with my family, I barely exist, To see you come into work with me, Always happy and with a beautiful smile, It makes my soul fight the calling, And makes me want that extra mile, Though im alone and so dependant, I look foreward to when you come in, You really make me feel special, You also make my heart spin, Without you my dear Azalia, I would be so alone and lost, The i'd have to bargain with God, To end my life at any cost, If i didnt have you here with me, Bringing me your rays of light, I know i'd waste away to nothing, And give up this aweful fight, So im saying "Thank you dear", For sharing your precio

Patience
Patience by Blue Wolf. I know at times it's hard for you I'm not there to hold you tight, But I promise when we're together Our love will be worth the fight Patience and understanding That's what I ask of you, When we are far apart I promise I'll be true I give to you this heart of mine Scared and bruised so easily Broken and then mended over time Its the greatest part of me I'll love you longer than eternity Deeper than the ocean blue But patience and understanding is what I ask of you

Patience
Patience Silently waiting in the night and day for you to make a mistake Waiting for the day when revenge is so sweet The patience to stand in the rain and wind is mine It consumes me until the end Sunlight beats on my brow and sweat runs down my face Still patiently I wait until the day when I can act instead of pace The day arrives I am so happy and filled with fear Will I be able to go through with my plan today What will become of me when if it goes array The moment arrives and I make my move Success at last – victory is mine today The patience paid off and the trouble begins Life is fun when one lives life to the fullest Bargaining from day to day with one’s gods Being patient waiting for that perfect moment to strike Calculating and planning to the crucial second when you let it go Hoping and praying your patience pays off Timing and planning all come together to create the perfect plan Created by SF * In a writing mood this past two days :)

Patience.....our Poem!!!
I know at times it's hard for you I'm not there to hold you tight, But I promise when we're together Our love will be worth the fight Patience and understanding That's what I ask of you, When we are far apart I promise I'll be true I give to you this heart of mine Scared and bruised so easily Broken and then mended over time Its the greatest part of me I'll love you longer than eternity Deeper than the ocean blue But patience and understanding is what I ask of you

Patience
I know at times it's hard for you I'm not there to hold you tight, But I promise when we're together Our love will be worth the fight Patience and understanding That's what I ask of you, When we are far apart I promise I'll be true I give to you this heart of mine Scared and bruised so easily Broken and then mended over time Its the greatest part of me I'll love you longer than eternity Deeper than the ocean blue But patience and understanding is what I ask of you

Patience
Why is it when you are separated from the one that you love and care for the most, you miss them so much it actually hurts? In today's world of mobile phones, computers and webcams, distance can still cause such a loss. I know this aggrevation well, many times deployed and the like, I still do not cope well with being physically separated from the ones that I love. However the one thing that I have learned in my life, at the time of reunion with your loved one, everything is clear and nothing can hurt. SO, patience is learned to await that reunion, knowing all will be okay. It is okay now, knowing we will reunite soon. With each beat of my heart I miss you, but knowing that with each beat we get closer to being together. I patiently await to see you again my love. Hugs! 10 Seconds!

Patience My Ass!!!!
Tues July 31st marked the 9th week since I started the paper work for my wage replacement disability insurance. First check is finally in the mail today. I never said I was a patient person. The older I get the less patient I become. But I think I did rather well waiting for them to get their ass's in gear. I only drove my friends mildly crazy,(ok maybe a bit more that mild). I did call the main number to ask the status of my claim every other day. And knowing that they would never give me the real address to their office I did not hoard gas in my car so I could drive east to "talk" in person. I did how ever learn who my friends are. And I was very surprised at the level of help. I will never be able to give back all they gave me. And I'm not just talking money, which did help a lot! They hauled my sorry butt to the store, vacuumed my living and dining room. Dragged me out to dinner or lunch or both to make sure I ate healthy more than once a week. And unhealthy at least once

"patience"
I watch u disappear into the dark, I wonder... Will I see u again? Will I feel ur heartbeat under my hand? Will I feel the touch that leaves me breathless? I count the days ur not at my side. I watch the clock, tick-tock. I hope u know-I love you, and without u I am an empty shell. I sit waiting watching the dark for signs of my lyfe.

Patience
GUNS N' ROSES Song Lyrics Patience (From the album "LIES") 1,2,1,2,3,4 (whistle) Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you I'm still alright to smile Girl, I think about you every day now Was a time when I wasn't sure But you set my mind at ease There is no doubt You're in my heart now Said, woman, take it slow It'll work itself out fine All we need is just a little patience Said, sugar, make it slow And we come together fine All we need is just a little patience (patience) Mm, yeah I sit here on the stairs 'Cause I'd rather be alone If I can't have you right now I'll wait, dear Sometimes I get so tense But I can't speed up the time But you know, love There's one more thing to consider Said, woman, take it slow And things will be just fine You and I'll just use a little patience Said, sugar, take the time 'Cause the lights are shining bright You and I've got what it takes To make it, We won't fake it, I'll never break it 'cause I can't take it

Patience....
hit (Play) on the player to start the song..*sigh*..so anyways, as summer of 2007 comes to a close in the coming weeks, it's time to reflect on the events that have transpired not only on here, but in our real non-fubar lives as well. This time of year for a vast majority of people represents a time of "change" and sort of a "back to reality" feeling because "summer fun time" is over and some sense of "reality" kicks in be it school, work, getting ready for the holiday season or whatever your case may be. Personally well, there are other issues... ..but I don't need or want to address them here, I guess at some point in the past I would've done so without hesitation, but considering the state of things and watching friends, family members and people close to you change right before your very eyes, it's best to just leave details and names for a later, more appropriate time. It just sucks that it's come to that but it is what it is right?... ..as far as the "Snoogums Boogums" aka Be

Patience
When patience is not a virtue that you possess..waiting for things can be ever so difficult. When your heart craves something and it requires that you must wait..time can seem to drag on and on..with no relief in sight. This however, is the time where one must find faith. Faith that things will work out the way that you so want them too..and that each and every decision in this world takes time..whether we like it or not. One can find ways to cope when they find they find that they lack the patience that they require. Deep breathing exercises work..and just finding a quiet space on your own to relax, contemplate and enjoy the thought of what you are so looking forward to. That it will come..and you will get to enjoy all that you are so deeply anticipating.

Patience Brings You....
I am a firm believer in "everything happends for a reason". The slightest decision can change the course of your life. What ever it was that kept me from coming home early last friday, also kept someone else from spending all the money they had at the time. Had they spent it, they never would have ended up here, on my doorstep at 8:30 am on a saturday. If you pay attention, you should now know who this person is. The one person I said I was so done with. I think him showing up at my door is one sure fire way to get me to listen to what they have to say, right? Without spilling all the details of boring conversations, tears and such,I will tell you this. I know the truth. I have forgiven, but refuse to trust. This really goes for anyone at this point. I don't trust at all anymore and I think I am ok with that. I'm not letting anyone back into my heart, but I am letting a friend back into my life. I am having no second thoughts about it. I am really happy with my life and the decisions I

Patience
Why do people tell single men/women that are searching for a bf/gf to "just wait, the right one will be around the corner before you even know it"? As a divorced woman I know from experience that I can be happy in a relationship even though things don't end up the way you would like it. Thats okay. Growing up I don't believe I went without a boyfriend though. I don't know if it is out of boredom or a sense of needing someone to complete me I'm searching for one now. Does the human race really need to pair off for completion? I know I enjoy making new friends and I know that this site and others allow me to make them where I wouldn't have been able to without the computer. But is my anxiety hindering me from actually making the right choice about who I want to be with or am I settling cause they are the first one to ask? By that last question you can kind of know the answer to it if you read my profile. I am very stict on what I want in a man. I want a man to have manners, be cul

Patience
Could it be that a mom simply requires less sleep than everyone else in the universe? Why is she always awake? Especially if you're trying to sneak in past curfew or call her in the middle of the night to discuss a problem at work, or you're in bed with the chicken pox, every time you wake up, your mom is sitting by your bed just waiting to make you feel better. MOMs can listen to their children wax on endlessly about anything with genuine interest, and without ever judging. (Well, hardly ever!) The advice a mom gives is steeped in knowledge,and sometimes children wisely accept the advice and follow it. When you don't however, a mom never says, " I told you so." (Well, hardly ever!)

Patience!
You are the one The one of my dreams My heart’s desire All the prayers and wishes The fantasies and Fairytales Since I was just a little girl Here you are in the flesh Everything seems all a mess This I do know Through time and patience It will all grow Together everything will one day flow You are unsure this I do still know For it is still what is yours You do slip and say ours and we But most of the time it is I and me So this I do know you are not ready for us Not as of yet but close it is I do have to say yes I am scared There is still a lot to accomplish But I am ready for the ours and we Patience yes I know Patient as I can be It is still early of yet So all the patience that you need

Patient Zero
Patient Zero aka K.U.R.T. (kryogenics of un-dead research & testing ) He is believed to be the first infected the one who started spreading the disease . Are files that we have found on him shows a mutation in his system we are currently unclear as to what this means at the time , but further research will be investigated. All that is known for now id that an underground facility started this ,and me and a few other members of the Z.E.R.O. unit aim to stop this virus if we can and if its not to late . Upon walking up to the facility it seem to be abandon no signs of life can be found . Only traces of a battlefield at this time. I can only assume that the scientist at the facility have been either turned or made into zombie snacks . The small crew that I have though hope to find survivors. As of this time though chances are slim. I leave behind this disc for anyone who happen to wander upon this facility . perhaps these gruesome pictures of the subject will help make this a real

Patience
1,2,1,2,3,4 [whistle] Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you I'm still alright to smile Girl, I think about you every day now Was a time when I wasn't sure But you set my mind at ease There is no doubt You're in my heart now Said, woman, take it slow It'll work itself out fine All we need is just a little patience Said, sugar, make it slow And we come together fine All we need is just a little patience (patience) Mm, yeah I sit here on the stairs 'Cause I'd rather be alone If I can't have you right now I'll wait, dear Sometimes I get so tense But I can't speed up the time But you know, love There's one more thing to consider Said, woman, take it slow And things will be just fine You and I'll just use a little patience Said, sugar, take the time 'Cause the lights are shining bright You and I've got what it takes To make it, We won't fake it, I'll never break it 'cause I can't take it [whistle] ...little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah need a little pat

Patience- Gnr
(1..2...1,2,3,4) Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you I'm still alright to smile Girl, I think about you every day now Was a time when I wasn't sure But you set my mind at ease There is no doubt you're in my heart now Sad woman take it slow It'll work itself out fine All we need is just a little patience Sad sugar make it slow And we'll come together fine All we need is just a little patience (inhale) Patience... Ooh, oh, yeah Sit here on the stairs 'Cause I'd rather be alone If I can't have you right now, I'll wait dear Sometimes, I get so tense But I can't speed up the time But you know, love, there's one more thing to consider Sad woman take it slow Things will be just fine You and I'll just use a little patience Sad sugar take the time 'Cause the lights are shining bright You and I've got what it takes to make it We won't fake it, Oh never break it 'Cause I can't take it ...little patience, mm yeah, ooh yeah, Need a little patience, yeah Just a litt

Patience-take That
Just have a little patience I'm still hurting from a love I lost, I'm feeling your frustration. Any minute all the pain will stop. Just hold me close inside your arms tonight, Don't be too hard on my emotions Cause I need time. My heart has no feeling. So while I'm still healing, Just try and have a little patience. I really wanna start over again, I know you wanna be my salvation. The one that I can always depend. I'll try to be strong. Believe me, I'm trying to move on, It's complicated but understand me. Cause I need time, My heart is numb has no feeling, So while I'm still healing, Just try and have a little patience, Cause these scars run so deep, It's been hard, But I have to believe in me.

Patience? What Is That?
Well, it looks like I am not going to get my car until tomorrow. :( *tears* I guess it would be more inconvenient for them there is we came in tomorrow? Who cares about inconveniencing them? I want to see my car! I want my car, damn it! I have only seen the other colors and not the one I picked out so I am anxious to say the least. I love dark gray with black interior so it should be beautiful. I looked at a Lexus again online. There are things that the Lexus doesn't have and the interior on the Lincoln is actually nicer looking. I just want to trade in my vehicle but his brother wants us to sale it ourselves. I personally don't want the hassle. Yes, we can get a couple thousand more for it but....I don't want to have to go through that! As long as they save that car for me, I guess I will be alright with it. I am just not a patient person what so ever. When I want something, I want it now! Oh wait...that would be a woman thing ;). I am not going to be happy if

Patirotic Americans
SIGN IN A PHILADELPHIA STORE WINDOW - 'WE WOULD RATHER DO BUSINESS WITH 1000 ALQAEDA TERRORISTS THAN WITH ONE SINGLE AMERICAN SOLDIER!' This sign was prominently displayed in the window of a business in Philadelphia. You are probably outraged at the thought of such an inflammatory statement.& amp; nbsp; However, we are a society which holds Freedom of Speech as perhaps our greatest liberty. And after all, it is just a sign. You may ask what kind of business would dare post such a sign. Answer: A Funeral Home (Who said morticians had no sense of humor?) You gotta love it!!! God Bless AMERICA Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave. And impossible to forget! Share this with all your unforgettable friends today.... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Patience
Slow down,turn inward,and cultivate soulful patience. Sophisticate the quality of receptive waiting~Think like a mountain. Realize the ageless wisdom that come's with forebearance and abiding, sit in quiet contemplation. Through the ever-changing cycle's of time, attune to the consciousness of eternity. Sit unmoved,stand composed,despite the change's and upheaval's that characterize the outer world and agitate your inner mind. I AM ~ forever, unadulterated and whole. The incorruptible soul,brilliant as a diamond, endures.. Like the prophet's and priestesses of old. Constant and everlasting.. Essential Buddha nature, goes on and on, unflagging. Be quiet, be still,steadfast and durable as a mountain. Endure, unruffled as a glorious peak of calm~ In your patience is your soul.

Patience
Patience, My Child, All do not understand. Matters of heart are known Only by a joyous few. Some may never comprehend, Be not short with them. Instead show them pity For they are not as bountiful. Pay no heed to their criticism For their jealousy speaks it. Hold tight to your lover And hear solely his words of love. Be patient, Dear One, You have everything you need. While they flounder for The fleeting ghost of your love.

Patience
I have been very patient these days. I have to say that there is only one person that is responsible for teaching me to be patient. which in my eyes means P-Persistence A-Amazing T-Tremendous I-Intuition E-Exquisite N-Nice T-Terrific

Patient In Saturday's Aircraft Crash In Huntsville Tx Was My Uncle. Prayers/thoughts For Our Families Please
The article I just blogged about Saturday morning's aircraft crash in Huntsville, TX hits close to home. My Uncle David (my father's brother) was the patient being transferred to Houston for emergency surgery. He was taken to the hospital in Huntsville this weekend and it was later found he was having an annurism (sp? sorry im not of the mindset to look up the correct spelling). Around approx 245 Saturday morning the decision was made to life flight him to Houston as the only means of trying to save his life. An hour or so flight turned out to be torturous 6.5 hour ordeal for our family when word never came in the early morning hours that he had arrived in Houston at the hospital. We were not sent word that approximately 20 mins after the flight left Huntsville hospital that they had lost radio contact with the aircraft, until the family received word around 9am Saturday morning that the aircraft had gone down and they were dropping rescue workers in the area to "hike" in to "fi

Patients
I would like to thank CAREBEAR for writing this and wanted to share. subject: Patience post date: 2008-05-08 Any kind of relationship (friendship in this case), there must be patience. Although I have done my best to keep my patience, it has worn thin at times. But it's very important in friendship or any relationship. When there's a problem, be patient and try to resolve the problem. If you have an argument, be patient and talk it out. If something doesn't go right, be patient and help make it right. When there are disagreements, be patient and try to be agreeable. These can be extremely hard things to do. It happens to all of us. But without patience, these things cannot be achieved. I know this from personal experience. Don't try to be perfect because you'll fail. No one's perfect. Just try as hard as you can to be as patient as you can because it can make or break a Friendship. My response: Trust me, you never know when youre going to loose that one person in your

Patience
Shed a tear cause I'm missin' you I'm still alright to smile Girl, I think bout you every day now Was a time when I wasn't sure But you set my mind at ease There is no doubt you're in my heart now Said "Woman, take it slow It'll work itself out fine All we need is just a little patience" (patience) Mmmm, yeah I sit here on the stairs Cause I'd rather be alone If I can't have you right now I'll wait dear Sometimes I get so tense but I can't speed up the time But you know love there's one more thing to consider Said woman take it slow and things will be just fine You and I'll just use a little patience Said sugar take the time cause the lights are shining bright You and I've got what it takes to make it We won't fake it, I'll never break it Cause I can't take it (whistle) Little patience, mmm yeah, mm yeah Need a little patience, yeah Just a little patience, yeah Some more patience, yeah Could use some patience, yeah Gotta have some patience, yeah All

Patience - Gnr
Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you I'm still alright to smile Girl, I think about you every day now Was a time when I wasn't sure But you set my mind at ease There is no doubt you're in my heart now Said woman take it slow It'll work itself out fine All we need is just a little patience Said sugar make it slow And we'll come together fine All we need is just a little patience (inhale) Patience... Ooh, oh, yeah Sit here on the stairs 'Cause I'd rather be alone If I can't have you right now, I'll wait dear Sometimes, I get so tense But I can't speed up the time But you know, love, there's one more thing to consider Said woman take it slow Things will be just fine You and I'll just use a little patience Said sugar take the time 'Cause the lights are shining bright You and I've got what it takes to make it We won't fake it, Oh never break it 'Cause I can't take it ...little patience, mm yeah, ooh yeah, Need a little patience, yeah Just a little patience, y

Patience
Your words vibrate through my soul Awakenings and racing thoughts on the go My heart has been hit You need to know My friends flash warnings Love and concern casts their doubts How could I know They steer me away In the shadows I stay Not letting go My mind has lost control I just don't know Ulterior motives Player on the move All possibilities What do I have to lose I voice my fears Heart already shakes and quivers You listen and feel "Patience" you reveal I'm scared I'm excited I'm anxious I'm delighted Emotions unlocked I let you in Feelings enhanced There's no return Your words sing to me Time soars by I'm entranced by you Pure laughter and joy I feel a great loss When we're unable to talk I can never get enough You've become a part of me I follow my heart It's all I can do Time will tell If our love is true "Patience" you say Patient I will be Shutting out The voices surrounding me