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Memories
I feel tired all those memories in my hands and again I can not stop crying and all this out of the stupid wish someone would notice. I guess I need to get rid of some things I promised it myself didn’t I? And it’s getting empty anyway and for the first time since years I am not looking forward to the both events. I should give it back and get my mind together there are no excuses anymore it is all in my hands. Is that the reason why I wake up so late just to turn around and flee again?

Memories
Here's a memory for ya....About 3 days before my cousins aniversary, I met a "friend"...lol, SHE was "best-friends" with an ex-lover of mine. (confusing...i know). ANYWAYS.....She asked if i was going to "Billy's" party that night. I said "yes".........WHY? ...Cause I've been havin a REAL hard time and i'd like too just have a "FUN" night,.... Debbie said if i wanted a REALLY good time....too call you....so I'm calling...?...lol...so I said, "what else did she tell you?".....She said that you were one of the few men she knew that wouldnt FORCE. That you respected her, and her choices....and wasnt angry with her because of them, like most "guys"........(THAT story may come at another time) I said "well" SURE, i'll go with you........but what kinda "night" are you expecting?.....can we see each other again, can this be a "thing".......?between us?lol.......she said....."no, i dont really LIKE you, she says you can do all these THINGS, and i've never, i mean...nobodys ever.....LOOK, i

Memories
"Can you hold me tight? How 'bout all through the night" "I opened up my heart to you, now what are you going to do?" "Run the other way-c'mon baby, tell me you're gonna stay" "Honey, I won't be any bother-let me show you what I have to offer" "Why don't we start a new trend. I want us to be the best of friends" "I want to be close to you-tell me that's what you want to do" "So where do we begin? Now that we've ran across each other again"? "Should we start from the beginning, or pick up from the end?" "Have I captured your attention? After all that was my intention" "Don't try to leave, I'll close that door, because there is so much in store." "Got an hour? Or a year? I could just spend forever here" "You're like a drug, I am already hooked, The moment I took the first look." "I get lost in your eyes, then I sorrow at our goodbyes" "I hope I don't hurt myself when I fall, But suddenly it scary risking it all." "As I look upon the stars above,

A Memory
A Memory Current mood: depressed Category: Writing and Poetry I have a special memory, Of one very close at heart. Me and that precious memory, No one will ever part. I think of her so often, Someone I held so dear. A memory of a loved one, Whos been gone now for a year. Her image I see clearly, The smile upon her face. I never will forget her, No one can take her place. I watched her as she suffered, Then saw her getting weak. She'd smile and hold my hand, And I'd kiss her on the cheek. A loving aunt so dear to me, We laughed and we had fun. Until the day God whispered dear, Come be with your son. Written In Loving Memory Of A Special Aunt By Eileen (AKA Sweet) April 18th,2006

Memories Past
When I close my eyes, I can see his face. I open my eyes, and imagine he's in this place. Recreating the things we've done, and going to the places we've gone. Smiling, remembering the fun, watching the sun dawn. The more I imagine, the more it seems he's here. It's as if he's having the same reactions, as I look at him so dear. You had said you'd known, you'd said it for years. I'd never known it would hit home. You were eighteen, just like you said.. and now i've shed so many tears. While memories of you, flash through my head, I wonder if i'll ever see you again. I wrote this for my brother that passed away Aug.24 2000 You can see this in "letters from the soul" found at Barne's and Noble. And hear it on "the sound of poetry" Angi Buis

Memories Of My Ex
Hands hard as stone hitting across my back!My love I offered him his fist he gave back! I was his slave he took his anger out on.Just a year later he took it out on my son.Now all I have are memories of that terrible time.The bruises faded from my skin but forever buried in my mind!

Memo To The Children Of Earth
From: God/dess To: Our Children of Earth Re: Idiotic Religious Rivalries Dear Children (and believe us, that's all of you), We consider ourselves pretty patient folks. For instance, look at the Grand Canyon. It took millions of years to get it right. And about evolution? Boy, nothing is slower than designing that whole Darwinian thing to take place, cell by cell, and gene by gene. We've been patient through your fashions, civilizations, wars and schemes, and the countless ways you take Us for granted until you get yourselves into big trouble again and again. We want to let you know about some of the things that are starting to tick Us off. First of all, your religious rivalries are driving Us up a wall. Enough already! Let's get one thing straight: These are YOUR religions, not Ours. We're the whole enchilada; We're beyond them all. Every one of your religions claims there is only one of Us (which by the way, is absolutely true). But in the very next breath, each religion clai

Memories
You Gotta Be Over 40 to Understand This > > Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't get food poisoning. > > My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter, AND I used to eat a bite raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper, in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember anybody getting e.coli. > > Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then. > > The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system. > > We all took gym, not PE...and risked permanent injury with a pair of hightop Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross- training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built-in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have h

Memory
you are in his head, all over the place one day he will catch you, for now it's a chase. You will be gone, for now you stay this time you are faster, this is only today. You get tired, as he hopes to get stronger he shall not rest, until you are no longer. You are special, and it's not you he hates it's the little things, the biggest being fate. Before he met you, he vowed to never cry then that certain day came, making tears fall from his eye. They want him to be happy, so he raises his head there is his fake smile, and those tears unshed. They say he doesn't need you, without you he'll be fine but the close one all know, that you really made him shine.

Memories...
As everyone knows I have a horrible memory, so much so I do not remember most of my lifetime. However I ahve been doing alot of thinking lately and I realize that sometimes wether a memory is good or bad is irrelivant in that its still a reminder of the past. I don't want to be reminded of the past anymore, I'm just trying to rebuild myself again. Funny how every 5 years or so i have to do that...anyway so today as I was recanting some old memories both pleasurable and painful I decided that a good step in the right direction would be to clear all my in boxes. So as of today all my previous messages that I enjoyed (in any way shape or form cause sometimes pain can be a helpful reminder to us) have been erased. Deep thinking has sometimes been reffered to as one of my few strong points. Here's to hoping you don't need a new year to start over...may old acquaintance be forgotten and may my soul find some solice.

Memory
Its funny how we remember some things...but not others. I remember bits and pieces of my life. Most of my childhood I don’t recall with any clarity. Pictures evoke memory but even then only slightly. I don’t remember conversations and that I find disconcerting because in the end it’s the words said not the event that evokes the memory. Unless that event was so traumatic that it is burned into your memory. Maybe I’m just repressing memories. Though I don’t generally feel that is the case. My childhood wasn’t any more horrible then for most peoples. I remember faces a lot more then I do actual events. I remember the face and know that I’ve seen it but the memory with that person is mostly fragmented. It seems as though when a person is in your life at present you can remember past events and conversations but for me once that person is gone its as though they almost didn’t exist at all cause the memories slowly fade away into nothingness. As this ever happened to you. Am I thinking to m

"memories" By Mally
Memories There is some times where I sit and thinkthink about what has happened and what couldve happened. Think about how Ive been treated and how Ive treated others. Caring for people who could care less if I were dead and neglect to notice those who really do care. Think about how people who say theyre my friends can go and hurt me so bad. All the smiles and laughter from those I hold dear to my heart. Think of how a song can remind me of certain things that have happened in my life. Wishing at time that I could turn back the hands of time and make things like they were. Take back some of the awful things Ive said but let the good things be known. Wishing I could be stronger and not fall so hard for the words but for the actions of others. Hoping that one day the feelings I have will fade and I can move on even though the memories will remain. Hoping you know that what Ive said is sincere and came from my heart. My life has changed in so many ways and it seems at times

Memorys Clawing At My Heart And Mind!
You really do know how to strut that stuff (strut that stuff) You really do know how to act tough (act tough) Your body's just like a centerfold A fantasy (a fantasy), anyone would want to hold Chorus: Stop using sex as a weapon Stop using sex as a weapon You know you're already my obsession Stop (stop) using sex as a weapon Love is more than a one way reflection Stop (stop) using sex as a weapon With looks that kill and a mind that's twisted (twisted) I don't know why I can't resist it (resist it) I tell myself look the other way (other way) When you want me to (when you want me to) I, I always stay Chorus You play with desire like it was a toy (toy) How much affection can you destroy? You wrap my heart around your little finger Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex as a weapon Stop using sex as a weapon Stop using sex Chorus Stop using sex as a weapon Stop using sex as a weapon Stop using sex Stop using sex as a weapon Stop using sex (stop

Memories Of You
A tender smile, a gentle touch, a loving laugh, softly whispered words in to the night, These are the things I remember when I close my eyes. Memories of you drift through my mind, taking me back to a night spent in your arms. Troubles and worries forgotten when you hold me in your arms, the world stands still and all that matters is you and I. Not use to the way you treat me or how you make me feel, slowly getting use to what it means to be with you. Hating the time that we spend apart, but constantly knowing no matter where you are, you are always with me in my heart.

Memories Of Childhood
We were in Oklahoma a little after 3am Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC. We had some moonshine whisky and some of Bob's homegrown. We were so messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned. Randy was a sad-sack, tall kinda frail; Bob was a raving maniac, crazier than hell. They been kicked out of high school several years ago for pushin over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo. Since then they've done their little dance right outside the law they were popped twice in Austin Texas, once in Arkansas. I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along, cause I was raised a Christian and I knew right from wrong. We stole two Charolais heifers from Randy's sweetheart's paw and sold them at the livestock sale outside of Wichita. We got $900 and never did suspect the world of hurt we'd be in once we cashed that check. Next day we heard the story on the local radio and made our plans that very night to go to Mexico. I swear we would have made it if it wasn't for that shine. I got sick

Memories
Memories bring tears to her eyes, as she is taken to another place in her mind. Days filled with laughter and love, nights filled with passion and hunger. A gentle sigh escapes her lips, as she closes her eyes and escapes in to another place in time. Silent words flutter by on a breeze, a hint of romance fills the sky. She sits there waiting in the soft pale light for her lover to arrive. A wall erected around her heart, tears refusing to show, just the feel of his embrace would turn it all around. No longer scared to share what she feels inside, no longer waiting for the right one to arrive. There are so many thoughts and desires that need to be shared. Along with moments of tenderness between those that care. Suddenly she sees him walking against the colored sky, a smile on his face as his eyes met hers, words that go unspoken a love that is told by just a look. He reaches for her and pulls her to his side. He is finally whole no more searching for her. The void that he has f

Memo To All Employees
In order to assure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from employees, it will be our policy to keep all employees well trained through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (S.H.I.T). We are trying to give our employees more S.H.I.T than anyone else. If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T on the course, please see your supervisor. You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T list and our supervisors are especially skilled at seeing you get all the S.H.I.T you can handle. Employees who don't take their S.H.I.T will be placed in DEPARTMENTAL EMPLOYEE EVALUATION PROGRAMS (D.E.E.P.S.H.I.T). Those who fail to take D.E.E.P.S.H.I.T seriously will have to go to EMPLOYEE ATTITUDE TRAINING (E.A.T.S.H.I.T). Since our supervisors took S.H.I.T before they were promoted, they don't have to do S.H.I.T anymore, and are all full of S.H.I.T already. If you are full of S.H.I.T you may be interested in a job teaching oth

Memories
i feel the fear creeping in stealing all my dreams holding far away from me all my favorite things the fear of just a memory holds me hostage in my sleep standing here without you now i crumple slowly as i weap lost in this tragic tidal wave i cant get enough fresh air all this down upon me now it just doesnt seem fair inside this loving memory i live these things again safe inside my memories in love with my best friend

Memo To The Democratic Party
Listen up, idiots! I don’t normally give you people advice. I honestly have no use for you at all. However, I believe that for the good of the country, I have to get into your heads and drum this message into your pea-sized brains. DON’T NOMINATE HILLARY CLINTON IN 2008!!!!! According to a Rasmussen poll released last week, 40 percent of Americans said that they would DEFINITELY vote AGAINST Hillary Clinton if she ran for president in 2008.As a Republican, from a strictly selfish standpoint, I’d love to see you give Hillary the nod. Why? Remember the last time you put a loud-mouthed chick from New York on the presidential ticket? It was Geraldine Ferraro in 1984, and Ronald Reagan kicked her and Walter Mondale’s asses in an electoral landslide. (bigger than any landslide your big government messiah FDR EVER won) As someone who cares about his country, though, I have to ask you to wise up and keep Hillary from running. Because there’s always the chance she could win. Stranger thin

Memories
Every time I hear this piece of music, My mind drifts to you. Makes me think of the good times, The times we had together. Happy times. The times we used to sit on the window Feet hanging out, Talking about what the big world was like, How we would go and walk through it together. However. Sometimes when I hear this piece of music, It think of the bad times too. Suffering, pain. The agony you had to go through. Such talent you have, Playing, singing, composing writing. I have learnt so much just standing beside you, Its something I will never forget. There are times where I wish you were here Here right beside me, Just like when we were younger. I miss you during those times. Somehow. In many ways I have been able to move on, On into life. Its hard, But I have to. Just like you said, “stride on into the future, head up high.” that’s what I’m doing, Trying. There are many things that I wish to share, Tell you. Just like we did when we

Memories
this is a poem i wrote about 2 mins ago she sits alone in a room of yellow, purple, and white looking down at her scars as she tries to win the fight not a fight against anyone just a fight against herself she thinks she is no fun she says shes worthless her mirror is full of hate as she throws her fist into it all because that boy called her jail bait her razor blades have lots of stains from past nights of loneliness at the end of the night shes emotionally drained she cries herself to sleep each night with flashbacks filling her head leaving her paralyzed in fright she wonders if her life will get better trying to hide her new marks as she pulls down the sleeves on her sweater she finds herself where the walls are all white the staff tells her she needs to open up and that everything will be alright a month passes by and still no change she thinks she should just give up but its nothing they can arrange they finally let her go two months later scars al

Memories
I just spent the whole day with my exhusband and his new wife plus his family for a funeral. I am really surprised how things turned out and everybody remembered me and I hadnt seen them in 8 years. I don't ever want to do that ever again tho. My mind went back to the happier time of my life when I was married and I sure do miss being married. I remember the time my dad died and my exhusband was there for me and I really miss my dad but there is no more pain for my dad or exfather-in-law no more may they rest in peace.

Memories Of The Virgin Fuck
Hello sweetheart. with all my love and on all ur places without leaving an inch of space. It was late evening and the thunder of lighting with slow shower of rain has started and the wind was blowing rather fast.. My room is situated on the roof of my home. All alone single big bedroom with attached bathroom and a small changing room.. The balcony of your home and Your room is also very close to my room. Many a times i keep looking at you without your knowledge. Many a times i have seen you naked while you change your dress. I have even seen you massaging and patting your PUSSY with one hand and squeezing your tits with another. You are totally unaware that i am looking at you with my throbbing DICK. It was difficult to control myself but I know that you were getting marri

Memories
I open the old chest And what do I see All of the things That are special to me Poems and stories Pictures and such All of the things That mean so much Things that remind me Of good times and bad Things that remind me Of old friends I once had Sometimes I wish I could put my life in rewind But I know I have to close the old chest And leave the past behind.

Memories Past
When I close my eyes,I can see his face. I open my eyes, and imagine he is in this place. Recreating the things we've done, And going to the places we've gone. Smiling, remembering the fun. Watching the sun dawn. The more I imagine, The more it seems he's here. It's as if he's having the same reactions, As I look at him so dear. You had said you'd known, You'd said it for years. I'd never known it would hit home. You were eighteen, just like you'd said..... And now I have shed so many tears. While memories of you, Flash through my head, I wonder if i'll ever see you again. This poem I wrote in Loving memory of my best friend and brother, Damon Jenning. You can see this poem in the published book,"Letters From The Soul" found at Barnes and Noble. Also on CD, " the sound of poetry"

Memories
Anybody under the age of 13 should not read this, Being born in the 90s doesn't mean SHIT! It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons. I am sorry but three conscious years of the nineties just wont cut it. You're a 90's kid if: You've ever ended a sentence with the word "SIKE!" You can sing the rap to "The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air" You remember when Kurt Cobain, Tu Pac, River Phoenix, and Selena died. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House" You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. You remember reading "Goosebumps" You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, wax off" You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf. You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school. you danced to "wannabe" by the Spice Girls, Females: had a new m

'me Mood' Album Project
Time Moves........updated 24/11/06 Well my idea for a more experimental and moody project is almost done. This is much more of the inner me than my house profile D-White Noise. I will probably work on all the tracks again before completing this project but here is the probable track listing as I see it so far:- Intro (to record yet) 1. My Heart (12:14) 2. Moves Time (5:33) 3. Grace Gone (9:23) 4. Live Lizard Lust (6:59) 5. 1AP v5 (5:23) 6. Sleep Over (11:10) 7. Manky Monkey (6:47) 8. Day After The Night Before (9:02) 9. Find Your Soul (3:05) 10. A Pain Everlasting (7:15) 11. So Called Anger (3:04) exit (to record yet) All tracks now need to be in a stage where I can re-record them and do the final masters......the order and listing may change and I may add and intro and exit to the album. Also still deciding if I'll release this myself or enlist the help of an existing label......open to any offers but this will have to be a CD as well as download rele

Memories
25 i was burnt once already by love lost 3rd degree decisions that you made where at my cost 26 you where in a hurry to bury the hatchet you tossed its still kinda blurry i worry for whats gone 27 i reminisce on the often back to when i was your John you said we would be closer than we are and i long, 28 to hold you in my arms, like the times after dinner at yer moms or reading from the torah the traditions of so long, 29 laggin on a cigarette till after yer dads gone, laffing with yer sister at whatever Jeff had on 30 lookin at the list of memories its mad long, how'd i let this end, tellin myself my angel wont be mad long. 31 keep it to yer self john, everybodys heard sad songs i've grown away from the immaturities i've owned 32 found somthin in myself nobody else had slammed on brought it directly to my endzone live via microphone. 42 when you used to compress my chest, you said youd always be the

The Memories
Playing in the corn fileds Walking through the orchard Pickin black berries for my Grandmotherto bake us a pie As I grow older my memories are fading but as long as I write them down they will be here forever Never let go of what is dear to you for that is who you are

Memo From God
To: YOU Date: TODAY From: THE BOSS Subject: YOURSELF Reference: LIFE I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help. If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now. If you find yourself stuck in traffic; Don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege. Should you have a bad day at work; Think of the man who has been out of work for years. Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return. Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in di

Memories
walking down a path seeing a flower in bloom seeing you there picking some flowers in bloom walking down to the stream seeing you there swimming around watching the clouds slowly fly by seeing your face there walking on making my way throught the brush seeing my cabin ahead as you exit waving to me seeing you all around love has me enraptured for all i see is you my world my life

Memorial
well ok here it is 00:30 and i'm the only one awake. Didn't really expect to take my grandmere's death this hard but I am feel alot of saddness not for her being gone but for what My children will miss out of now that she is gone. I now have no living grandparents, and my aunts and uncles are passing on too. I am having a hard time with the whole death thing. I is just showing me that we can't live forever. ok so here's the problem, what if ou want someone, not to live forever, but for a long period of time. i worry more and more every day, especially when someone else dies, that my father is not going to be here for as long as I need him. that it the thought that is keeping me up tonight, and has been plaguing my dreams.

Memories
I felt it would be better not to remember you, to never entertain the thought of your kiss upon my soul, but I long to feel the fire of your hot, hungering lips, lovingly pressed on my lips, the tender whispers you uttered softly in the night, once filled a part of my life I was a prisoner harnessed by your smile, led by your eyes, moved by your touch, and totally captivated by your being, but still, we couldn't make it through the storm, So now that things have changed, there will always be a special place you will hold deep in my heart, and I will cherish in my memories, the smile in your eyes, the softness of your lips, the sensuality in your walk I guess there will never by any describing, indescribably you.

Memories
I was laying in my bed last night fantasizing. It was exctasy in my mind as I laid with my hands tucked neatly under my pillow and I replayed the thoughts of his touch. I could remember the look on his face before he told me I was beautiful. There was something about the way he touched me that made me cold and want to press every inch of my body against his. His lips touched mine and I could feel a fire start to rise in my chest. His tongue crossed my lips, and he pulled my hair with one hand and held me close to him with the other. It was like being in his arms made me want to become part of him and be so close to him that I was inside of him. But I could only kiss him. So I closed my eyes and let him surround me. The heat that traveled between us made my chest tighten.The the complexity of my desire for him took my breath away and left me panting. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. It was like being thirsty for water while soaking naked in a cool bath. I wasn't on this

Memoirs Of Carnal Desires
We do not often get the opportunity to say goodbye to the ones we love. I am overwhelmed by my own fantasies: my sense of escape and departure from the accepted rules governing our society. I feel as though I have to live for all that I can give; but, at night I lay in bed waiting to receive, but to receive what? I sometimes wish I was immortal and had the ability to journey through eternity, keeping the memories of those I hold dear inside. My dreams, and by that I mean fantasies, are almost always interrupted by a cry from deep within my soul. It leaves me thirsting, and hunger for that which was only a mere breath away. Oh God! I am forever seduced by my own thoughts, left breathless by the touch of his hands. Impatiently, I open my eyes, bright and wide, with lust and love, a combination that troubles him, enthralls him and scares him all in the same. For, in my eyes he sees an emotion so strong and powerful that it breaks down the walls he has meticulously create

A Memory Hug
A MEMORY HUG Your loss has left a hole in your heart. That hole never goes away... you learn to live with it. With acceptance of the loss and changes in your life, the pain lessens. Eventually memories fill up the space, but it never goes away. Then, when you least expect it, a memory spills out of the hole in your heart and washes you clean again with tears. Think of it as a "MEMORY HUG

Memory Lane
Close your eyes... And go back... ....Before the Internet or PC or the MAC...... ....Before semi-automatics and crack.... ....Before Playstation, SEGA, Super Nintendo, even before Atari... ....Before cell phones, CD's, DVD's, voicemail and e-mail.... ....way back.... ....way.....way.....way back..... I'm talkin' bout hide and seek at dusk Red light , Green light Red Rover....Red Rover..... Playing kickball & dodgeball until the first...no...second...no...third Streetlight came on Ring around the Rosie London Bridge Hot potato Hop Scotch Jump rope Duck....duck....GOOSE!!! YOU'RE IT!! Parents stood on the front porch and yelled (or whistled) for you to come home - no pagers or cell phones! Mother May I? Hula Hoops Seeing shapes in the clouds Endless summer days and hot summer nights (no A/C) with the windows open The sound of crickets Running through the sprinkler Happy Meals Cereal boxes

Memoirs Of A Woman Of Pleasure.....1
Madam, I sit down to give you an undeniable proof of my con- sidering your desires as indispensable orders. Ungracious then as the task may be, I shall recall to view those scan- dalous stages of my life, out of which I emerg'd, at length, to the enjoyment of every blessing in the power of love, health, and fortune to bestow; whilst yet in the flower of youth, and not too late to employ the leisure afforded me by great ease and affluence, to cultivate an understanding, naturally not a despicable one, and which had, even amidst the whirl of loose pleasures I had been tost in, exerted more observation on the characters and manners of the world than what is common to those of my unhappy profession, who looking on all thought or reflection as their capital enemy, keep it at as great a distance as they can, or destroy it without mercy. Hating, as I mortally do, all long unnecessary preface, I shall give you good quarter in this, and use no farther apology,

Memories....1b
Upon this she acquainted me that she was actually come to the office herself to look out for a servant; that she believed I might do, with a little of her instructions; that she could take my very looks for a sufficient character; that London was a very wicked, vile place; that she hoped I would be tractable, and keep out of bad company; in short, she said all to me that an old experienced practitioner in town could think of, and which was much more than was neces- sary to take in an artless inexperienced country-maid, who was even afraid of becoming a wanderer about the streets, and therefore gladly jump'd at the first offer of a shelter, especially from so grave and matron-like a lady, for such my flattering fancy assured me this new mistress of mine was; I being actually hired under the nose of the good woman that kept the office, whose shrewd smiles and shrugs I could not help observing, and innocently interpreted them as marks of her being pleased at my getting

Memories Of A Woman Pleasure....2
About eleven at night my two ladies came home, and hav- ing receiv'd rather a favourable account from Martha, who had run down to let them in, for Mr. Crofts (that was the name of my brute) was gone out of the house, after waiting till he had tired his patience for Mrs. Brown's return, they came thundering up-stairs, and seeing me pale, my face bloody, and all the marks of the most thorough dejection, they employed themselves more to comfort and re-inspirit me, than in making me the reproaches I was weak enough to fear, I who had so many juster and stronger to retort upon them. Mrs. Brown withdrawn, Phoebe came presently to bed to me, and what with the answers she drew from me, what with her own method of palpably satisfying herself, she soon dis- covered that I had been more frighted than hurt; upon which I suppose, being herself seiz'd with sleep, and reserving her lectures and instructions till the next morning, she left me, properly speaking, to my unrest; fo

Memories Of A Woamn Pleasure...3a
Charles, already dispos'd by the evidence of his senses to think my pretences to virginity not entirely apocryphal, smothers me with kisses, begs me, in the name of love, to have a little patience, and that he will be as tender of hurting me as he would be of himself. Alas! it was enough I knew his pleasure to submit joy- fully to him, whatever pain I foresaw it would cost me. He now resumes his attempts in more form: first, he put one of the pillows under me, to give the blank of his aim a more favourable elevation, and another under my head, in ease of it; then spreading my thighs, and placing himself standing between them, made them rest upon his hips; apply- ing then the point of his machine to the slit, into which he sought entrance: it was so small, he could scarce assure himself of its being rightly pointed. He looks, he feels, and satisfies himself: the driving forward with fury, its prodigious stiffness, thus impacted, wedgelike, breaks the unio

Memories Of A Woman Pleasure ...3b
I, struggling faintly, could not help feeling what I could not grasp, a column of the whitest ivory, beautifully streak'd with blue veins, and carrying, fully uncapt, a head of the liveliest vermilion: no horn could be harder or stiffer; yet no velvet more smooth or delicious to the touch. Presently he guided my hand lower, to that part in which nature and pleasure keep their stores in concert, so aptly fasten'd and hung on to the root of their first instrument and minister, that not improperly he might be styl'd their purse-bearer too: there he made me feel distinctly, through their soft cover, the contents, a pair of roundish balls, that seem'd to play within, and elude all pressure but the tenderest, from without. But now this visit of my soft warm hand in those so sensible parts had put every thing into such ungovernable fury that, disdaining all further preluding, and taking ad- vantage of my commodious posture, he made the storm fall where I scarce patie

Memories Of A Woman Pleasure....4
I had it now, I felt it now, and, beginning to drive, he soon gave nature such a powerful summons down to her favourite quarters, that she could no longer refuse repair- ing thither; all my animal spirits then rush'd mechanically to that center of attraction, and presently, inly warmed, and stirr'd as I was beyond bearing, I lost all restraint, and yielding to the force of the emotion, gave down, as mere woman, those effusions of pleasure, which, in the strictness of still faithful love, I could have wished to have held up. Yet oh! what an immense difference did I feel between this impression of a pleasure merely animal, and struck out of the collision of the sexes by a passive bodily effect, from that sweet fury, that rage of active delight which crowns the enjoyments of a mutual love-passion, where two hearts, tenderly and truly united, club to exalt the joy, and give it a spirit and soul that bids defiance to that end which mere momentary desires generally

Memories On The Tree
It's that time again. Time to put up and decorate the Christmas tree. I must admit that I do love the Christmas season. The material aspects aside of course. Well, today was the day for myslf and my children to decorate our tree. Today may not have been the best of days to chose. We are all sick and we seem to be getting worse by the day. I think being ill assisted in my ever changing mood. Since the day I was born, my fathers oldest sister has given me an ornament for Christmas. Yes, this year I will actually have 33 of them. Last year, just after Christmas, my mom gave me all of my ornaments. I never asked for them when I moved out and she still used some of them on her tree. I had 4 boxes of ornaments waiting for me this year. I pulled them out of the closet and began to open the boxes. With each ornament there was a different memory. With each box another tear, another giggle, another story for my kids. This is the first hear I have my past on my tree. The first year I have my

Memories Of A Woman Pleasure..episode2a
LETTER THE SECOND Madam, If I have delay'd the sequel of my history, it has been purely to allow myself a little breathing time not without some hopes that, instead of pressing me to a continuation, you would have acquitted me of the task of pursuing a con- fession, in the course of which my self-esteem has so many wounds to sustain. I imagined, indeed, that you would have been cloy'd and tired with uniformity of adventures and expressions, insep- arable from a subject of this sort, whose bottom, or ground- work being, in the nature of things, eternally one and the same, whatever variety of forms and modes the situations are susceptible of, there is no escaping a repetition of near the same images, the same figures, the same expressions, with this further inconvenience added to the disgust it cre- ates, that the words JOYS, ARDOURS, TRANSPORTS, EXTASIES, and the rest of those pathetic terms so congenial to, so received in the PRACTICE OF PLEASURE,

Memories Of A Woman Pleasure,2b
On the landing-place of the first pair of stairs, we were met by a young gentleman, extremely well dress'd, and a very pretty figure, to whom I was to be indebted for the first essay of the pleasures of the house. He saluted me with great gallantry, and handed me into the drawing room, the floor of which was overspread with a Turkey carpet, and all its furniture voluptuously adapted to every demand of the most study'd luxury; now too it was, by means of a pro- fuse illumination, enliven'd by a light scarce inferior, and perhaps more favourable to joy, more tenderly pleasing, than that of broad sun-shine. On my entrance into the room, I had the satisfaction to hear a buzz of approbation run through the whole company which now consisted of four gentlemen, including my parti- cular (this was the cant-term of the house for one's gallant for the time), the three young women, in a neat flowing dishabille, the mistress of the academy, and myself. I was welcomed and

Memories Of A Woman Pleasure,2c
The girls all this time did not in the least smoke the mystery of this new customer; but Mrs. Cole, as soon as we were conveniently alone, insur'd me, in virtue of her long experience in these matters, that for this bout my charms had not miss'd fire; for that by his eagerness, his manner and looks, she was sure he had it: the only point now in doubt was his character and circumstances, which her knowledge of the town would soon gain her sufficient acquaintance with, to take her measures upon. And effectively, in a few hours, her intelligence serv'd her so well that she learn'd that this conquest of mine was no other than Mr. Norbert, a gentleman originally of great fortune, which, with a constitution naturally not the best, he had vastly impaired by his over-violent pursuit of the vices of the town; in the course of which, having worn out and stal'd all the more common modes of debauchery, he had fallen into a taste of maiden-hunting; in which chase he had r

Memories Of A Woman Pleasure,2d
My gentleman had now put on his clothes and recomposed himself, when giving me a kiss, and placing me by him, he sat himself down as gingerly as possible, with one side off the cushion, which was too sore for him to bear resting any part of his weight on. Here he thank'd me for the extreme pleasure I had pro- cured him, and seeing, perhaps, some marks in my countenance of terror and apprehension of retaliation on my own skin, for what I had been the instrument of his suffering in his, he assured me, that he was ready to give up to me any engagement I might deem myself under to stand him, as he had done me, but if that proceeded in my consent to it, he would consider the difference of my sex, its greater delicacy and incapacity to undergo pain. Rehearten'd at which, and piqu'd in honour, as I thought, not to flinch so near the trial, especially as I well knew Mrs. Cole was an eye-witness, from her stand of espial, to the whole of our transactions, I was now less

Memories Of A Woman Pleasure,the Boiling Point Before
Louisa herself did not long outstay this adventure at Mrs. Cole's (to whom, by-the-bye, we took care not to boast of our exploit, till all fear of consequences were clearly over): for an occasion presenting itself of proving her passion for a young fellow, at the expense of her discretion, proceeding all in character, she pack'd up her toilet at half a day's warning and went with him abroad, since which I entirely lost sight of her, and it never fell in my way to hear what became of her. But a few days after she had left us, two very pretty young gentlemen, who were Mrs. Cole's especial favourites, and free of her academy, easily obtain'd her consent for Emily's and my acceptance of a party of pleasure at a little but agreeable house belonging to one of them, situated not far up the river Thames, on the Surry side. Everything being settled, and it being a fine summer- day, but rather of the warmest, we set out after dinner, and got to our rendez-vous abou

Memories Of A Woman Pleasure,booooooom!
You cannot conceive with what joy I embraced the hopes thus given me of seeing the delight of my heart again. But, as the term of months was assigned it, in order to divert and amuse my impatience for his return, after settling my affairs with much ease and security, I set out on a journey for Lancashire, with an equipage suitable to my fortune, and with a design purely to revisit my place of nativity, for which I could not help retaining a great tenderness; and might naturally not be sorry to shew myself there, to the advantage I was now in pass to do, after the report Esther Davis had spread of my being spirited away to the plantations; for on no other supposition could she account for the suppression of myself to her, since her leaving me so abruptly at the inn. Another favourite intention I had, to look out for my rela- tions, though I had none besides distant ones, and prove a benefactress to them. Then Mrs. Cole's place of retirement lying in my way, was not amo

Memory...part I...
waking to the feeling of your finger tips on my body...the softness of your lips on mine... opening my eyes and look into your smiling eyes...i'm lost again... drowning in your love...i surrender myself totally...without hesitation...wthout holding back... touching you...feeling your warm breath against my neck....my heart aches... aching with these feelings i can't control... i hold you closer and wish that time stands still... afterthought: looking back...i wonder what went wrong...seems love sneaked out of our lifes...on silent heels...

Memory...part Ii...
looking back...i have no answer why we drifted apart...i guess nothing lasts forever...still i would like to thank you for the memories...memories that are beautiful yet sad...sad simply because they're beautiful... remembering the first time we met...don't know if it's fate...karma...or destiny... i was feeling nostalgic...just wanted to get away from it all...the band boys were getting ready for the sound check ...just happened that the fuse blown and there's no electricity...so i jumped into a cab and when the driver asked where i wanted to go...i had no idea...told him to just drive...then impulsively told him to stop when we passed through the cemetery...no reason...just told him to stop... i love walking through cemeteries...so tranquil...so serene...then i thought i saw an angel...the fading light of dusk sieving through your long flowing hair...creating a halo...for a moment i thought i was at heaven's gate...as i moved closer...you looked up...and my heart...god...my heart

Memories
Meet Tina her age is twenty-two Screaming inside rebellious like you She dreams of lasting memories From the times she has known She remembers the good life When she always felt at home She remembers the good life When she never was alone Sobbing in silence How to forget all the pain? Sobbing in silence How to end all the strain? Meet Steven his age is thirty-five Lying awake wishing he would die He dreams of lasting memories From the times he has known He remembers the hard life When his father came home He remembers the hard life Being beaten alone Sobbing in silence How to numb all the pain? Sobbing in silence How to leave all the strain? Meet Carrie her age is fifty-three Standing so still staring at the street She dreams of lasting memories From the times she has known She remembers the red light When the car didn’t stop She remembers the red light When her daughter would drop Sobbing in silence How to force back the rain? Sobbing in sil

Memories
My mom told me there is a very good reason why God only blessed her with one daughter: she told me a sister/sister relationship serves as an exemplum of the most competitive relationship within the family. Blunty speaking, she says I was all the daughters she needed. She also mentioned that sisters, once they are grown, share the strongest of bonds. This symbolizes my friendship with Niya.B. Before I delve further, I must pay tribute to some of my most cherished friends, all of whom are pivotal in my life. These include Yvonne, Judy, Charles, Natalie and Liz and Jerome for the most part, and most recently Shai. I am sure I am forgetting some essential individuals, but blame it on a temporary memory lapse. AOP summer, Natalie was the best roommate ever, always smiling and respectful of my privacy. This came in handy when my grandmother died. She did not pressure me to express my feelings on the subject, nor did she ignore my pain. Moreover, Natalie is the one who first introduced me

Memories
Purest Beauty of Autumn go and sail the skies, get some stars and decorate your hair with them lotus essence bathed in the moonlight for once upon a time Darling a teardrop fell... in love’s wishing well… MEMORIES... Memories are Precious...

Memories, Please Read
Yesterday was probably one of the longest days of my life. But its one i will never forget... I remember as a kid making our Santa wish list. It was always on a sunday. We would get our pieces of paper and sit at the kitchen table with the Sears Wish Book and just dro0o0l over all the toys. We could put whatever we wanted on the list. And Santa would pick the 3 things he thought we would want most....it ALWAYS ended up being most of the list under the tree Christmas morning though. Lol (We were and still are a bit spoiled with love) As we made our lists my mom would bake sugar cookies, she made the absolute best sugar cookies!! When we were done our letters we would get on our winter snow gear and walk down to the mailbox to mail our wishes to santa. Then we would walk home, actually skip home knowing we were decorating cookies and having hot cocoa. Well we continued that tradition yesterday with my kids. We got up early and stayed in our pj's all day...the kids sat and wrote

Memories
felt it would be better not to remember you, to never entertain the thought of your kiss upon my soul, but I long to feel the fire of your hot, hungering lips, lovingly pressed on my lips, the tender whispers you uttered softly in the night, once filled a part of my life I was a prisoner harnessed by your smile, led by your eyes, moved by your touch, and totally captivated by your being, but still, we couldn't make it through the storm, So now that things have changed, there will always be a special place you will hold deep in my heart, and I will cherish in my memories, the smile in your eyes, the softness of your lips, the sensuality in your walk I guess there will never by any describing, indescribably you.

Memories Of A Past Life
Whispers of love down the corridors of time. Gentle lover, loyal companion, beloved Warrior of old. Sadness, grief; great longing for a life, a love snuffed out before its prime. Misty dreams awakened of long ago, in a land beyond my reach. Goddess and God; love and loss; life, death, then life regained. Friends, lovers from a distant past, brought forward into Now. Bittersweet surprise of love recalled; the sudden pain of remembered loss. A fleeting glimpse of what was once, so far away. Joy with sorrow; a love pursued, held true across the centuries. I treasure the warm glow of knowing, I hold you always and forever within my Heart. (Written 10/10/06 at 1 a.m.)

Memories
"My body's still burning from your touch, My skin's still fragrant from your flesh..." Imprinted on my soul Is the memory of your body. "My lips still tingle from your kiss, My tongue's still wanting your mouth's embrace..." Uniquely yours, and my new addiction Is the remnants of your taste. The contours of your body and soul are more familiar to me than my own. A well-worn path in my memory, That I can visit on those long nights alone. With an unclear future and rocky past. With worries of what's to come. No matter what happens to us, I have these memories to call my own.

Memories
Memories of you Haunt me everyday A never healing wound And nothing left to say I die a little every day I die a little anyway For the memories for hell inside of me No true emotions No true regrets No true devotion can live off bitterness My hollow inside My hollow heart My restless soul is longing to depart Come surround me with your grace Wash away my deep disgrace Take me into your sweet embrace Where i can live in sin I die a little anyway I die a little every day For the memories For hell inside of me No true emotions in my hollow heart

Memories Of Steve
________________________________________ Memories of Steve This page is dedicated to the memory of Steve Naylor. He died in the spring of 1989, and his memory lives on! ________________________________________ Steve was a part of my family from the day he was born. His aprents and mine had been friends even bfore I was born. I remember growing up with the parents playing cards on Friday nights and all of us kids being put in another room to play. He was 3 years younger than me, and he was great fun. In high school, we attended rival schools. We were both in ROTC and had a lot of fun competing against each other. By the time he was in high school, he was standing well over 6-1/2 feet tall. He had the bluest eyes and the blondest hair. A flirt from the word go, and an athlete to boot. But back then, we were the best of friends and nothing else. But that all changed in the spring and summer of 1987. My oldest daughter was born in March of that year, and our families tried to have

Memories
I always sit back and think about some of the best times i had in my life. smile at how the little things are the things that i remember the most...some of them good and some of them not so good..but thats why they are called memories..so i thought that i would come and write a blog and share them with everyone. * my junior prom and how my mother made me pull weeds at her job before i could go get ready.. how me and my bf at the time took a shower at the same time (different bathrooms of course! lol my mom would of killed me!)..walking out after we were each ready and seeing how we both looked...my mom taking pics of us in the living room...how it rained the whole night and afterwards we went to mcdonalds * going to the sock hop at the skating rink and dancing my heart out, how me and my friends would walk there or the lady i babysat for would tell me to take her car...meeting the first black guy i ever dated and how he walked me home that night and kissed me on the porch * graduat

Memories
As I lay here Thinking about the path I suddenly find myself walking Memories surface and draw me in Like a moth drawn to a small flame So I am drawn to the past Like a beacon in the night You stand waiting A guiding light in the midst of my pain I surrender to the memories As I fall into your open arms I forget the pain of the present As I gaze into your stunning eyes I forget my broken heart As I remember those days long gone The passing years have become eternity The memories my only source of joy As we walk side by side Hand in hand throughout the twilight of my life Your presince calms my fears Your strength is my comfort Your voice is the music I long to hear I long for those days As I relive the memories And yet, I feel the pain Of knowing what can never be

Memory...part Iii...
it was early morning when i came back from work...emotionally drained and overwhelmed after one night on stage...the rush of adrenalin calmed after the spot lights were turned off...i found you sitting in the dark ...in the rain ...outside my door...the glisten of your teardrops caught by the street lights...i held you close...felt your body shivering...didn't know whether it's from the coldness of the rain or your heart... i'd always accepted you without question...but at that particular moment...i wished you'd let me know what made you sad...i could kissed away your tears...but that wouldn't take away your pain...i'd felt so much hurt in you...so much sadness...and my heart had bled for you....it's so strange how we could share so much of our lifes together for so long and yet there's so much of you i didn't know...you're still a stranger to me...after loving you for so long...i'd learned to stay outside your dark world...a world i'd never be able to enter...no matter how hard i tr

Memories And Pain
Memories take control Nothing I can do I am stuck Pulled under by the truth I cannot trust anyone No more reason to belong I looked after everyone But no one looked after me My memories take control Making my life seem strong But I am weak Memories suffocating me I don't want to be alone But I dont know how To let go Save me someone? I break promises So I can comfort myself No one really cares They are full of empty words Empty words and promises Its all I ever got Now I need more My knife isn't empty Its sharp and real And does what it promises It releases me of pain So I can face the next day I hurt myself on the outside To try to kill the pain inside

Memory
forget the world the future and all our pain, let me only look upon your face gaze into your soul and feel my love that is for you, let us make this moment last for all eternity, freeze this moment in time when you are in my arms and our lips meet, let me live in this moment that I whisper all that I feel and hold you close, forget the world and the future it will only take you away from me, and digs deeper the knife of reality into my soul, but I know this can not be and I give up, knowing nothing can me done and all I will ever have is this memory, of the moment you where mine

The Memories
"The Memories" I went to visit a place today that I swore I would never go. But with time and a healing hand from the God I knew it was time to face my fait. As I walked threw the grass the memories all came back again, and I ask God to help me be strong. It felt like it was yesterday, even thou it has been 13 years since you left me. I can see your beautiful smile. I use to love waking up to your smile, always made me feel like I could face anything. You where always so brave and strong. Faced everything and anything head on doing the best you could, never making anything a disappointment. I can hear your voice. You are telling me how proud you are of me. That I am more than you ever expected. I can see your tears. Oh please don’t cry mom. You should be rejoicing. Your lived your life for us now its time to live your life for you. I see that temper of yours, OH MY, don’t ever mess with the people you love because there will be a heavy price to pa

The Memories That Cut
She slices through her flesh Feeling so much blood run down her arm The feeling gives her a reminder of pain But this pain isn’t like her heart’s harm As she thinks about painful memories The tear drops in her eyes begin to splash down her face Remembering them makes her dig deeper into her skin Not caring that everyone she knows would think this would be a disgrace She goes right to left arm Slashing so very hard and fast She screams from her painful heart But the scars She can’t feel hardly acknowledge even if they remind her of her past

The Memory Tree
I remember when danced beneath the old oak tree, hand in hand remembering the way we used to be. Kissing in the moonlight for the very first time, was an unspoken promise, between your heart and mine. You gave shelter to my soul from the frigid night air, as we swayed to the rhythm of my heart's answered prayer. From the warmth in your eyes I could suddenly see, that together we would dance for all eternity. Yes, I knew you were the one right from the very start, God made a perfect angel then placed you in my heart. Just a glimpse of our destiny on that magical night, would seal our love forever, and forever hold it tight. And I need you more now than I ever did then, you'll always be my lover and my very best friend. There's no other place that I would rather be then dancing with you, my angel beneath our memory tree.

Memories
I know hardly anyone knows me on this thing, and probably wont put much thought into this, but I just wanna talk about it. Tomorrow, this time last yr, my aunt "Nu Nu" as we called her, died of Bone Cancer. She battled this cancer a little over 7 yrs and decided that December that she was done fighting the fight. It was hard to accept, but she was tired, very tired. I miss her dearly, I saw her the last few days she was alive and it was hard to watch, my aunt, then 43, had so much to give and gave so much. She was a real good friend to me and I miss her laugh, I miss the funny things she did.. she was an awesome aunt, mother, wife, grandmother and its still so hard to accept that she is gone. Four months later my step dad died of complications from throat cancer, that was a major blow too, we knew he was sick, but the doctors made it seem as though things were looking up and then he just died... so unexpectedly. I miss him a lot too, he was a great guy and treated me just like I w

Memories
AHH WHAT GREAT MEMORIES I HAD GROWING UP WHEN I WAS LITTLE I DID SO MUCH STUFF I REMEMBER THE BIRTHDAY PARTYS WE HAD I HAD SO MUCH FUN I REMEMBER ALL THE OLD CARTOONS I USE TO WACTH EVERYTIME I COME HOME FROM SCHOOL I USED TO WATCH THEM I MISS WHEN I WAS A LITTLE KID I USED TO GET AWAY WITH SO MUCH AHHH MAN THOESE WERE THE DAYS LET'S SEE WHAT ELSE HMMMMM OH YEA I REMEMBER WHEN WE USE TO ALWAYS GO DOWN SOUTH EVERY SUMMER WE HAD SO MUCH FUN I WISH I CAN GO BACK IN TIME THAT WOULD BE SO COOL OH YEA AND I USED TO BUT I STILL DO STAY UP ALL NIGHT HECK I DID'NT WENT TO BAD UNTIL GET THIS 6 IN THE MOURNIN OH THAT'S NOTHIN I WENT TO BAD AT 8 IN THE MOURNIN BUT THAT WAS FROM A CRAZY PARTY WE HAD AT SHCOOL IT WAS 4 YEARS AGO AND YO THAT PRATY WAS BANGING OHHHH MAD I'LL NEVER FORGET THAT NIGHT I WAS CRAZY WHEN I WAS YOUNGER

Memories Of A Lost Love.
memories memories are all that remains, of a perfect love gone wrong, memories of ur warm smile, of ur soft lovin caresses, n ur sweet tender kisses, memories so bitter yet so sweet, where my lips curl into a smile, yet the joy never to reach my eyes, as unbidden tears streak down, memories of a classic love story, that ended on a rain soaked day, as if the sky saw n empathized, n weeped along with my heart, moments we had spent together, will live n last forever, as unforgettable memories, to be played over n over, memories are all that i have left, of a love that once burned so bright, now masked, dimmed and dyin, but it is in this eternal moment, that i love u the most. but its too late to turn back now, for we’ve taken a one way road, to memories and might have beens, and used up all our given chances.

Memories
Who Says Men Can't Remember Anniversaries? A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in their bed. She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup coffee in front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wiped a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee. "What's the matter, dear?", she whispers as she steps into the room, "Why are you down here at this time of night?". The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly. The wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband is so caring and sensitive. "Yes I do! " she replies. The husband paused. The words were not coming easily. "Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car

Memory
Days go by, I smile with time Holding your hand, Looking in your eyes, A memory.. Soft kisses with bodies as one, Laying in your arms Under the warm summer sun Waiting for the moment we touch again Thinking of you, My true best friend Hearts pounding As we finally touch I think to myself, I adore you so much A memory... Times from the past, How beautiful a love can last With feelings like this, Sensuality at best, Erotic thoughts, My desires will not rest Holding you while you sleep, Feeling your breath on my cheek, Touching your face, My day is complete A memory..

Memories
So I was minding my own business and one of my friends on here decided to post a New Kids On The Block video. Now I have liked NKOTB since as long as I can remember, even though the broke up when I was 7 or something like that. But ever since I saw that video I have been remembering how much I liked the group and the music. So I ordered the CD's for my IPOD and have been listening to Hangin' Tough all day at work. I still have two VHS's of there's one of music videos and the other of a concert. I can remember when I used to have slumber parties and we HAD to watch the concert one at LEAST once that night. I think at one point in time my cousin and I used to know ALL the dance moves to the songs, which is kinda scary to me. My friends and I used to all play barbies together and I had a Jordan doll, ( Yes he was my favorite) and a one legged Jon Doll. I have no idea how he ended up with one leg. We all used to fight over who's Barbie Jordan would marry. ha ha Ahhhh the memories. I can

Memories
I love the music of Sara McLachlin...this song brings back memories of a past time. What is a memory?..you know..whilst somebody lives in our memory..they are not dead..merely around the corner. I refuse to tell anybody I will not remember themmfor to me that is like wishing them dead..and I have not that right ...enjoy the song..and its message..live life..don't let it pass you by... Music Video:I WILL REMEMBER YOU (by Sarah McLachlan)Music Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com

Memories
Memories by Sudhir Iyer Was walking down memory lane, Was walking on the beach, Throttling the feelings of pain, Keeping doubts out of reach. Had a look at the sands of time The hours when time itself stood still, Could hear distant bells chime, And I was walking while I still stood still. Felt the heat of the sun beating, Could sense an awe that the past left, Saw the sheath of life fleeting, Glimpses of what was there were best.

Memories (published)
MEMORIES Moments frozen in time Everlasting ties to people and places Momentos of the past Ongoing scrapbook Reminders of laughter and tears Interlocked sights and sounds Everything changes Stairway to Heaven Erin Elizabeth McFarland Copyright ©2007 Erin Elizabeth McFarland this poem is dedicated to my dad.

The Memory Of A Lifetime
I said my heart is hers and that meant forever, Even now when we aren’t still together. What she does with it is now her choice, Yet through it I can still hear her voice. Whispering “I love you” one last time, That memory will forever be mine. No other woman will ever captivate my soul, She was the only piece to ever make me whole. If memories can sustain us, there everyday I pray, That in my mind this memory will forever stay!

A Memory (accepting My Submission)
As i was looking on the computer for my first formal posistions document I ran across a very raw and emotional letter from Master to myself. I will not post it here becuase it is very personal but i thought I would share a memory that it brought forward. This letter i mention was written 9/13/2005. It was written after I asked Master to release me from my submission. I was at a point I felt i was a failure as a slave and submissive and would never be what my Master desired me to be. Master was rather open about our lifestyle and I was not ready for that yet. Many people were discovering what i felt was a private area of our lives. I also felt Master had me on a pedestal and I was constantly falling from it. Master released me but we were still married. Our life for the next few weeks was painful and raw. I had become so accustom to calling my husband Master and not his name that i had no idea what to call him since Master was inapproriate. I would touch my neck and be startled to f

Memories
Guess I stirred up some bad memories and emotions with last night's blog about Domestic Violence. Things I don't want to remember... but I had to get it out. And I AM past it and I AM a survivor. And I will never let it happen to me again.

Memory Lane
I stumbled on this photograph It kinda made me laugh It took me way back Back down memory lane I see the happiness... I see the pain Where am I... back down memory lane I see us standing there Such a happy happy pair Love beyond compare look-a-there look-a-there The way you held me... no one could tell me That love would die... why oh why Did I have to find this photograph Thought I had forgot the past But now I'm slippin' fast Back down memory lane I feel the happiness... I feel the pain Here am I... back down memory lane I'm in the sunshine... I'm in the rain I don't wanna go traveling down Faster than the speed of sound Back down memory lane Be still my foolish heart Don't let this feelin' start Back down memory lane I don't wanna go... save me save me

Memories Of Your Touch
Laying upon satin sheets enchanted by it's silky texture I closed my eyes with a sigh, and a memory of you appeared. "It was so vivid, it was so real." I could smell your cologne and hear the laughter spill from your lips, as sparkles of love reflected in your eyes. I felt the touch of your hand caress my face just before you kissed my lips tenderly. Sensations rippled throughout my body making me lightheaded, and breathless. Gently embracing my love and my passion you took me within your heart and soul. Soaring to peaks of ecstasy beyond words, we became "one" blessed by our love. Tenderly we held each other whispering "I love you" into the night. Contentedly snuggled beneath satin sheets, we slumbered to the memories of ecstasy.

Memorys Of The Day When I Belonged
MEMORIES OF THE DAY WHEN I BELONGED I wonder if he remembers meOr if I'm just a memoryI wonder if he thinks of usOr if he finds it uselessI wonder how things would beIf he had never left meI wonder how he is And if I'm still a love of hisI think about him everyday And wonder if he's okayI think about how happy we were And the memories make the tears stirI think about the plans we madeWhile we were laying in the shadeI think about all we said And the lives we lead To not knowWhere to goTo not know where to findA place where he may hide To not be able to see his facePuts my heart so out of placeTo not know when he's nearIs my greatest fearThere's so much in my headThat I wish I'd saidThere's so many missed kisses For my unanswered wishesThere's only so many waysFor me to make it through the daysThere's so little lightIn my heart tonight What would I sayIf given a dayWhat would happenIf I could have himWhat joy it would bring To hear him singWhat would I feelIf he were here for real

Memories Live Forever
Dreams can last a lifetime, And the memories still remain, You continue to live in my heart, And the tears fall like rain. A love that was so magical, Beautiful in every way, Slipped through our fingers, And we regret it still today. I guess we'll never know, Why things couldn't go our way, We were just too young, Didn't realize our love would stay. It's strange after so many years, How I still think of you, I can see your beautiful smile, And so many nights I dream of you. The dreams seem so real, I wish they would go away, They're just so magical, That's when I wish you would've stayed. Now all I have left of you, Are a few pictures from our past, And I'll treasure these memories, That will forever last.

~memories Of You~
Memories of you... Current mood: hmmm... Category: Writing and Poetry As i sit here alone thoughts of my past consume me. Memories of you, and our love flood my mind. In my mind i can still remember so many details.... How warm your cheek felt against mine, even the tickling sensation of your wiskers on my neck as you held me close. The way you tucked my hair behind my ear, right before you pressed your lips to mine for a sweet kiss. As i sit here, i close my eyes and i swear i can even remember your smell...so warm and inviting.. I remember the feel of your strong but tender hand on my neck and the other tracing up and down my stomach, your warm wet mouth on mine, eyes full of desire looking into mine, as you made such gentle love to me. The way you held me close, my cheek and warm breath on your chest, until i would fall asleep in your arms. All of these memories of you make me wonder how i get through each day without your love around me. I mi

Memories
Memory begins to qualify the imagination, to give it another formation, one that is peculiar to the self. I remember isolated, yet fragmented and confused, images - and images, shifting, enlarging, is the word, rather than moments or events - which are mine alone and which are especially vivid to me. They involve me wholly and immediately, even though they are the disintegrated impressions of a young child. They call for a certain attitude of belief on my part now; that is, they must mean something, but their best reality does not consist in meaning. They are not stories in that sense, but they are storylike, mythic, never evolved but evolving ever. There are such things in the world: it is their nature to be believed; it is not necessarily in them to be understood. Of all that must have happened to and about me in those my earliest days, why should these odd particulars alone be fixed in my mind? If I were to remember other things, I should be someone else.

A Memory My Heart Reveals
Sometimes, in the night, a journey through time yesterdays smiles awaken in the morning due but never was I lost in the pale darkness just hours before the rising of the sun Falling in and out of love I could never do for once I loved, I always loved, never stopped never for even a moment would my memory cease of the beauty I would find within a heart Words are always misused when making a statement so profound are those words used so carelessly I love you, without meaning, they softly drift away when spoken from the heart, they linger forever I've said those words to so very few and my heart feels so empty and cold until my children awake and smile at me another day can continue for me to dream.....

Memories Remind Me ....
I was just thinking about memories, friends, music, movies, random crap. It's odd when you listen to a certain song, watch a certain show,movie, eat a certain food,visit a certain location or what have you. You feel this strange connection to a certain someone, someplace, or time in your life. The song or whatever you are experiencing triggers some file in your brain where memories are stored.It kind of seems like those days,that moment,those people, or certain feelings are still active and very much alive. Such a strange thing, the human brain. It makes me wonder if everything we feel and experience is all manufactured inside our brains. Is anything real? Does the mind create certain feelings to satisfy a certain need inside of itself like a drug that is intended to deliver a quick fix? Well whether any of the moments or feelings I have experienced are all smoke and mirrors, I am still glad that I lived through them. I wouldn't take any of them back and I'm tha

Memory
Why such sadness displayed How such beauty is degraded Such evilarities must be slayed For that I will trade My soul for happiness unbound To those that friendship is true The devil's dance floor underground I will sit for all of you Kindness I am willing to share Your burdens I will carry Remember the cross I bare For that I will be happy A memory shared

Memorial Tribute
Through this media I am inviting all family, Friends and fans to view this tribute for my son David he was taken from this plain of exsistance into the here after on November 21st 2005 In Memory Of David Russell 1989 - 2005 16 years of age MeryvilleThe United States The dust has settled on the thingsThat I have stored awayA favorite toy, for little boyA jar of dried out clay.A photograph when y... view memorial powered by Christian Memorials

Memories
I'm sure you all had memories like these. They can be good and bad memories, we all seem to think of the bad memories first. Well I would like to try making you think of the really good memories. Carol and I have two girls and a boy who are now successful adults. Paula became a teacher, Brenda and Philip both C.P.A's. When all three of my kids were between one and two years of age, I was at my heaviest weight, I would lay on the floor in front of the TV. Paula was our first born, she was about two, and she love to try and get up top of my belly. With a little help from me she did, she would put her little head on my belly and fall asleep. And that's when Daddy discovered nap time. (Smile) All three use to do the something, they learned from one another. We have a fireplace in the den, Carol and I sometimes like to start a fire when the family was in there. The three kids were 4, 6 and 8 years of age they loved going up to the fireplace and sit on the ed

Memories
I took your memories I stashed them away Hide them for a lifetime Made them mine She was yours for a moment I will be yours for a life It is what it is Don’t make it a fight I gave you a smile You thought of her You stopped for a moment And knew that I had already Taken them from you Replaced the bad with the good That’s all I wanted to do Give you what you deserve Nothing less than that The smile on your face The kiss on the side of my face Tells me you know I’m here for you It’s a fresh start It’s what you want Don’t look back Because I’m your now I’d give you my promise It’s my honest I’ll meet you half way I’ll be your flirt If you let me I’ll give you my forever Making them jealous Because we have what they want All the memories for a lifetime In one moment You will have a million lifetimes In one My gift to you I took your bad memories They are mine Never to be yours again I’ll give you new ones

Memories......
My Worst Fear Current mood: contemplative Can memories be tainted? a very special person said this to me lastnight while we were discussing his upcoming visit: memories can never be ruined or diminished........ they exist in the moment they happen, you can never repeat them because that exact moment can never happen again. If you have a memory of something, either good or bad, can things that happen henceforth change them? Suppose this....You have a memory of something good that someone did or said. Years later you learn that they had an ulterior motive, and that thing that they did or said wasn't what you thought it was. Can this affect your memory of this event and/or person??? I have good memories and bad memories of this person I was speaking to about this idea. He brought up the subject of doing something new, something he and I had never done together. The idea worries me...not bc I dont desire to do this with him but I'm afraid it will tarnish th

Memorial Day Weekend - Domincan Republic
MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND - DOMINCAN REPUBLIC Place: Dominican Republic Date: May 24-29, 2007 Comments: This island has become the target of an elite group of urban professionals and trendsetters. It is a star-studded extravaganza where music, fashion, sports and entertainment come together in picturesgue Puerto Plata. This national event is the most anticipated affair during Memorial Day weekend, with participants from all over the U.S., the UK and Canada.

Memories
years ago my nana was my inspiration she tuaght me to be kind to whom deserve it but yet keep level minded i know at times i slip from her teachings but yet she lives on in my life she was the biggest example to me of how some one should be, honest, respectible, and upfront always and willing to show kindness and forgivness. well she passed when i was 7 years old it killed me inside slowly watching cancer consume her but she always remained soft and kind not once did she speak harshly. An the day i heard she passed my heart was stricken with pain but i let it hide that day at the wake i walked around a 7yr old comforting everone when i was dieing inside years passed and i grew bitter and more withdrawn from life then more years came and i grew from my breaking points her words came back to my ears and my heart and for the last 5 years ive been trying to live by her example , I love you Nana, may you watch over me

Memo From The Light At The End Of The Tunnel Company
The "light at the end of the tunnel" will be turned off indefinately, due to rising utility and maintenance costs. We all hope your trip through the tunnel while the light was on were enjoyable and hope that if you travel the tunnel now that you dont get lost and do eventually reach the end but if you don't well we did warn you. Good luck with that. Please also be advised that if you do happen to see a light at the end of the tunnel it is most likely a train and your ass is now toast! Thank you for you time and many great years with us here at the LATEOTT but now we just dont give a fuck! Have a great day!

Memory Lane
Walking down the street I start to think about you, And everything we went through. When you catch me as I would fall, And how we got home and laughed at it all. When you took me to your room so we can say goodbye, And how we looked deeply into each others eyes. Or how we spent hours on the phone, Cause you were far away and I was at home. All the times I would sleep in your arms, And you looking at me and promising no harm. But things happened when we don't want them, See it was ok until you told me the problem. That horriable night when you told me your mistake, I wanted to forget and prevent a heartbrake. But we weren't that strong, To keep moving on. I have to deal with the pain, That I never wanted when I have nothing to gain. I live each day wearing a mask, that pushes people away, Trying to figure out the next word I'm going to say. Trying to stay alive when my heart wants to die, I never told you this but I wish you would of told a lie.

Memories
Memories of a life once lived Plauging my mind Places where no ones real name matters Happiness is nothing more than an illusion Time stands still Until the unconciousness subsides And being awake feels so different

*~memory Lives On~*
I wrote this for my grandpa who died. He was buried on my birthday two years ago. ~Memory lives on~ I’m in heaven looking down on you And I’ll be there with everything you go through. I may be gone but you’ll be in my heart. I’ll be in heaven with a fresh new start. Until the day we meet again I pray that you are now at peace. I realized it was time to let you go Although I will always love and miss you so. When someone special passes on It does not mean they are gone. Though they are no longer with us Their memory still lives on. By: Teresa Abeyta© April 18, 2005

Memo From God...
Should you have a bad day at work; Think of the man who has been out of work for years. Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return. Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children. Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk. Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; Think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine. Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity. Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be them!!!!

Memo To All Employees:
In order to assure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from employees, it will be our policy to keep all employees well trained through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (S.H.I.T) We are trying to give our employees more S.H.I.T than anyone else. If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T on the course, please see your supervisor. You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T list, and our supervisors are especially skilled at seeing you get all the S. H. I. T. you can handle. Employees who don't take their S. H. I.T. will be placed in DEPARTMENTAL EMPLOYEE EVALUATION PROGRAMS (D.E.E.P.S.H.I.T). Those who fail to take D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T seriously will have to go to EMPLOYEE ATTITUDE TRAINING (E.A.T.S.H.I.T). Since our supervisors took S.H.I.T before they were promoted, they don't have to do S.H.I.T anymore, and are all full of S.H.I.T already. If you are full of S.H.I.T, you may be interested in a job teaching others. We

Memorable Concerts
THE US FESTIVAL Labor Day Weekend, 1982 9/3-5 I was in a Motorhome parked next to the VIP helicoper pad. A friend was a Pat Benatar roadie. 3 days, 34 hours of music, 400,000 in attendance. Grateful Dead Live Stream The US FESTIVAL 9/5/1982 Gang of Four-The Ramones-The English Beat Oingo Boingo-The B-52's-Talking Heads-The Police The Joe Sharino Band-Oingo Boingo-Eddie Money-Santana The Cars-The Kinks-Pat Benatar-Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers-Grateful Dead-Jerry Jeff Walker-Jimmy Buffett Jackson Browne-Fleetwood Mac NEW ORLEANS POP FESTIVAL 9/1/69 3 days at the Baton Rouge International Speedway in Prairieville, Louisiana (3 days)-Yes I was There! 1969 was the year of the outdoor rock festival. Grateful Dead Live Stream New Orleans Pop FESTIVAL 1969 The lineup: The Youngbloods-Country Joe & the Fish-Santana-Canned Heat-White Clover-Janis Joplin & The Kozmic Blues Band Iron Butterfly-Sweetwater-Potliquor-Cat Mother Newsboys-Chicago Transit Authority Tyrannosaurs Rex-

Memorable Quotes
may angels take you upon there wings and protect you from the demons of the world and allow you a peaceful rest i speak of a poetic nature but do not show it through till my senses are aware of peoples intentions and there demeanor These two quotes were said by a friend of mine. I loved them so i thought I would share them with you

Memory
its funny how some songs make memories flood back to you that youd normally not be thinking of,....the mornings id lay there while ud be hanging the clothes out on the line.....i ask you why when we had a dryer ,..you said you liked the way they smelled on my skin....you seem to be the reason to smile everyday for me ,.....its funny how when the song ends so does the memory.......or does it....

Memoirs Of Death
God is the blood of life. I sleep in blood without security I am hungry and desire no one at all. Death is hell and i do not desire love. If love is to be desired than is it a desire that I wish to be loved. If not than when might I ask do I wish to desire love. What does the future hold and is there even real love. I cannot speak nor do I dare to express daily how I sincerely feel. For those that take of my words are those that have some need. Though there is no importance in my words. I will not desire anything that will expire and allow me to feel afire. I cannot trespass on that which not meant laid. My hands stained by love in the past.I have meaning but there is none, is there purpose. For what purpose do I have to breath.... I cannot wash the blood of the past from hands. Dare I not forget the lessons of yesterday. To seek the knowledge of tomorrow. Lest my mind be filled with sorrow. I cannot bear the pain or sorrow of my heart. There is no real love for me. L

Memory Of You And Me
Thinking of you, and the way things used to be. I don't understand it; what happened to you and me? I can't except the fact, that we are not together; and knowing that you lied to me, when you said it was forever. I ripped up all your pictures. I took your hat down, too. Now, there's only a memory, that's left of me and you. The only thing that's stopping me, from finally moving on, is knowing in my heart that, those feelings will never be gone.

Memories Of A Child
DADDY DADDY HERE HE COMES, BRINGING HOME A BIG BLUE BUCKET, ROCKS, ROCK GALORE SITTING THEM ON THE FLOOR FOR ME TO EXPLORE ALL KINDS OF SHAPES ANS SIZES ME, ME THEY'RE ALL MINE GIVE ME, GIVE ME ANYMORE? POUR THEM OUT AND PUT THEM BACK. HERE COME DADDY ONCE AGAIN UH OH, WHAT AM I TO DO? NOW I AM STUCK HELP ME, HELP ME, I CAN'T GET OUT. LAUGHTER AND ANGER BEGIN TO MIX, NOW I GIVE UP, BUT WITH A PUSH, WOOH, I'M FREE! MY BUCKER AND I FALL TO THE FLOOR. I'M OUT AND ABOUT UHHH IT WAS FUN BUT SOMEWHAT AGETATING EXPECT FOR THE FACT ALWSAYS KNEW MY ROCKS, MY ROCK WERE ALL FOR ME TO EXPLORE

Memory
memory floats in oblivion trying to grasp the meaning memory slowly floating away when there is nothing to hold memory going away as the coffin lid is closed memory disappearing from the mind shovels of dirt falling on the lid opening in the darkness memories coming in a rush crying banging no one hearing tears falling to the ground puddles of rain forming around memories of me fading from existence

Memo : To All Employees
MEMO : TO ALL EMPLOYEES Effective April 2007 DRESS CODE 1. It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary. If we see you wearing Prada shoes, a Giorgio Armani suit or carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a pay raise. 2. If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a pay raise. 3. If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a pay raise. SICK DAYS We will no longer accept a doctor's certificate as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work. HOLIDAY DAYS Each employee will receive 52 personal days a year of holidays . They are called Sunday. COMPASSIONATE LEAVE This is no excuse for missing work . There is nothing you can do for dead relatives, friends or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-em

A Memory That Has Been With Me And Still Haunts Me To This Day...
When i was 13 yrs old...my parents had friends that we became close with that they knew from when they drove truck...they later became my god parents...i trusted them both with every inch of my being...i loved them dearly...they were the second closest thing to my real parents...and i always thought i would never get hurt by either of them...i know of girls or ppl in general that would lie about something like this...but this what im about tell isnt a lie by any means...but anyway we agreed that durring the summer when school was out i told my dad and god parents that i wanted to go out on the truck with them...well i did and then tragedy struck when my god father found out his aunt fell off the back of a truck so we had to go to texas so he could be there for her surgery and all at the same time he was switching companys so he had to turn his truck in...we were suppose to get up the next morning and help him clean it out...now heres where it gets extremely hard to talk about...but tha

Memory Of My Step Father
In Loving Memory Of My Step Father David L Baker 11 - 29-1948 to 04-07-2007 My Step Father has been ill since Novemeber of Liver Failure..We had hopsice coming in once a week to check up on him. In March his disease just progressed more and more ...He became disoriented didn't know who people were , picked at the air , his cloths , bed sheets or anything that was near him ....He would drink a beer that wasn't in his hand and smoke a cigg that wasn't there either. We had to watch his every move....On A Sunday night he had fallen out of bed and hit the nightstand and cut his head open and needed 7 stiches....a day before that he was down at his friends and tripped over something and fell on his face. A few days after his fall he went down hill he wouldn't get out of bed and when he did he could hardly walk as he legs were weak ...his brain was telling his feet to move but they couldn't. You had to help him around....For 9 days he didn't know who anyone was and never left the

Memorandum 003 Faq
MEMORANDUM 003 MEMORANDUM FOR: GENERAL RELEASE SUBJECT: FAQ FROM: ORDER CQ Q. What is The Order (official)? The Order is a militant movement in favor of culture preservation. The band is at the center of The Order, but not The Order in its entirety. This body promotes the values of strength, unity, and honor, and push for a new era of life. Q. What is C.P.P.? C.P.P. Stands for the Cultural Preservation Party. It is a private division that is intended to further demonstrate strong opinion towards the declination. Q. Why is Cultural Preservation Important? A. To preserve one's culture is to sustain a way of life through not only your generation, but also the next without changing the initial values and properties. We must not allow our life to endure culture shifts that would prove disastrous to the reputation, and survival of our culture. "Without Cultural Preservation, we are at the mercy of industry and record label executives to dictate to us what our Cu

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

Memories Of Lindsey Amber Warren
My brother's girlfriend Amber, was shot in the head by an air rifle on December 12, 2006. She was 14 years old. She was pronounced dead December 13, 2006. My brother's girlfriend died in my brother's arms. He held her while he waited for the ambulance. And now my brother says he relives that horrible moment everyday. And he's only 14. He's drinking, doing drugs. Anything to take his mind off of Amber. He is having a mental breakdown at the age of 14. Please have my brother in your prayers on a full recovery. God Bless!

(memory Lane)
Daily Horoscope: Sagittarius For April 18,2007 "You're in a sentimental state of mind, which could lead you to feeling a little more stubborn than usual. You liked things exactly the way they were, darn it! Go ahead and enjoy this trip down memory lane" Wow, this couldn't be more right! At least some what. First thing I did when I woke up... even when I was dreaming... which it has been a while since I had a dream. But I had a dream and when I woke up I was still having a trip down memory lane. It was nice but a bit sad. Like it said.... I sometimes wish things were still the same. Though what I've learned in these 20 long years of mine. Things change nothing stays the same. I guess the less things change The more they never seem the same. I was in a guess a bit of a stubborn mode if you read my blog early on this morning. But hey when people start with the blame on something such as oh this person was picked on so on. Who hasn't been picked on? If you have

Memories
i remember as a little kid my foster dad and i sitting behind an old junk car and smoking a corn cob pipe,i was 8 years old.thisfosterdad and i became very close though his whisky bottle was closer.i lived in an old burnt out delivery van that we had made into my room.when dad would let out smokey,the huskey,he would come and jump on my bed and wake me up.that ment time for my choirs. id get up,go to the shed and take a quick bath in the tub of water we kept there .afterwords id go get the list hed put on the wrecker and begin my choirs.i guess thats where i got my love for cars.id pull what ever needed pulled and run into the kitchen and eat what ever he had put out the night before,then clean up ,change into my school clothes and catch the bus by 800. after school id go home,finish up my choirs and wake him up.after supper wed go back to the yard and he d help me with what ever i hadnt gotten done.that man was a geniouse when it came to cars. after words hed make me study for scho

A Memorial Poem
*When Tomorrow Starts* When tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see; If the sun should rise and find your eyes, All filled with tears for me. I wish so much you wouldn't cry, The way you do each day, While thinking of the many things, We did not get to say. I know how much you love me, As much as I love you; And each time that you think of me, Please know I'll miss you too. But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand, That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand, And said a place was ready, In heaven up above; And that I'd have to leave behind, All those I truly love. I had too much to live for, So much yet to do. It seemed almost impossible, That I was leaving you. When tomorrow starts without me, Don't think that we're far apart; For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart author unknown

Memories
Another day and it's still the same, the cops say they don't know their names. Email after email keeps coming in, reminding me of what I endured back then. It's hard to have sweet dreams, when they're in all of them, it seems. I see their faces each night in my mind, over and over that night replays all the time. When will it stop? When will it end? When will the cops catch these three men? Fear is an emotion that I've always beat, but now it seems to be getting the best of me. I've got to get my mind on something else before I give in to fear and lose myself. I don't know what it is to quit because I'm a fighter. Once these rapists are caught my world will be so much brighter. My children are the only reason I've kept it together. If it weren't for them things would never seem better. This has to end and it must be soon because I hate myself being in this mood. I just want to be happy and carefree. But is that possible after what they did to me? If I could just

Memories
Everytime I close my eyes I see your face But in reality,your not there And though my fingers transpire the past The feel of your body is real for a moments grasp I still hear the echo of your laughter And words you spoke to me long ago Come back to me,clear as day Your memory is as real as you For I needed something to hold onto I constructed all the ghosts of yesterday Into today,and with me now,you'll forever stay

7/7 Memorial Graphics - Warning - *contains Another Rant*
So I seem to have been rating a few people's photo's and alot of people have Memorial graphics for 9/11 in them, which I can totally understand, I would too. And with July fast approaching us, I thought I would hit up google and get some ready to display on my page. So there I was in google images, hitting 'next', 'next', 'next' with NO results what-so-ever. So I hit up the regualr webpage search, and again, very FEW results, and the few graphics I did find were shit. It makes me wonder why us English people haven't taken the time to make some decent memorial graphics for the people who died in the horrific bombings. What kind of message id it giving to the rest of the world and what kind of people are we? So please, if any of my wonderful Cherry friends find any, please, please, please let me know, I would be eternally grateful. And if no-one can help out, then I guess I'm gonna have to work on my own graphics and prove that not all of us have forgotton about 7/7. Than

Memo From Mexico
V Dare | April 23, 2007 Allan Wall Is It Wrong For Us To Call Ourselves Americans? "Although we realize that the term American is commonly used to refer to the U.S. population, we view American as including other North and South Americans as well. Therefore we have tried to limit the use of this term when referring to the United States." These words of wisdom are from the introduction to Multicultural Education in a Pluralistic Society , a book that VDARE.COM columnist Athena Kerry has informed us was foisted upon education majors in her university. So is it wrong for us citizens of the U.S.A. to call ourselves Americans? Last year, there was a proposal in the Michigan Department of Education to prohibit the use of the term "Americans" from referring to U.S. citizens and Karen Todorov, the Social Studies advisor to the Michigan Department of Education, went so far as to assert that "It is ethnocentric for the United States to claim the entire hemisphere." Mrs

Memorial Services For Fallen Hokies
Our family extends to you our deepest sympathy for you loss and our daily prayers for your healing. As a mother and a home school teacher, my heart breaks as I watch what you must endure. Know that our prayers are with you in the days, weeks and months ahead. God Bless You. Angela http://www.vt.edu/tragedy/photos/ Witness to Tragedy go to above links for all :( Memorial services for fallen Hokies The families of several fallen Hokies have asked the university to share this information regarding memorial services for their loved ones. We will add information to this page as it becomes available, and we will maintain information about contributions in their memories. Updated 4:30 p.m., Friday, April 27 Jamie Bishop In lieu of flowers, contributions in Jamie's memory can be sent to the: Bishop-Hofer Support Fund c/o Wachovia Bank Blacksburg Financial Center 200 North Main Street VA7044 Blacksburg, VA 24060 The Department of Foreign Languages a

Memories
I was threw my jewlery box Found the wedding band you gave me The memories came flooding back Of all that you put me threw Pain and the hurt that I still feel Just like it was yesterday I started to cry I pick up the ring threw it cross the room Wondering how you could have done that to me I don't want you part of my life Now its time to pick up up the pieces Move on with my life signed:marion g.

Memorial To My Grandma...
I wrote this the day of my grandma's funeral. I miss her but... I know she is happy. Hope you enjoy. It was an hours drive from the mourtuary to the gravesite. All she could do was sit and stare at the mountains as the car past them along the freeway... or watch the hearse directly in front of the car she was in. The beginning of a long line of cars that belonged to those that loved her grandma. She was glad she wasn't the one driving. She was oblivious to everything around her with an exception of her thoughts and her loving husband beside her. She heard the music coming from somewhere within the car playing of the tape in the tapedeck, and the silence that ruled from all in the car. She couldn't believe it, Maybe she didn't want to believe it. Though she had walked into the mourtuary with a feeling of meloncholly and had seen her grandmother laying there so peacefully... Almost it seemed to Kare as if her grandmother was happy to be with her husband again in the heav

Memories Of You...
My mind is always on you, my memories will never fade. Your eyes, your face, your soft gentle skin. The way you held me close, telling me everything will be alright. Your long flowing hair, the sweet gentle waves. Your love is touching me, every single day. Telling me things that words cannot say.

Memory
When I was a kid I can remember doing some really dumb shit....I am writing this down because someone got me thinking about this the other day...when I was 15 me and my buddies would pile into the back of a truck and drive up and down Las Vegas BLVD.....during the summer you would always see foreign tourists there...well since I was high most of the time I would sit in the bed of that truck whip my shirt up over my head and imitate Cornholio...9 times out of 10, some tourist was taping it and was totally shocked that someone was actually doing this...I look back now and think that it was probably stupid....but it was damn for sure funny

Memories
Sometimes, while sitting at work, my mind wanders back to those few moments we spent together. I remember the feel of your flesh beneath my tongue. I remember the taste of you in my mouth. I remember the scent of you. I remember your size and your shape and how you felt as you moved within me. How many times have I been laying in my bed, with my eyes closed, remembering what it's like to have you inside me? How many times have I wished we could have been in a different position? How many times have I imagined myself on my knees in front of you, my tongue rolling over your gorgeous cock, my mouth tasting your wonderful scent? I want you sitting in front of me while I slowly lick you up and down. I want to hear your breath quicken as I get you all slick with my saliva. I want to listen to you as I wrap my hand around your cock and pump you while gently rolling my tongue around your balls. I want to look up at you and catch your eye. I want to hear you swear as you grab the hair at the

Memories
sometimes i wish i could relive some of my memories. just to change a few small details, just to see how much my future would change or to see what would happen if i tried a little harder back then in my life. but then my little gril does something to maake me smile and i forget about my padt and live in the present

Memorabilia
My mind lets go a thousand things Like dates of wars and deaths of kings And yet recalls the very hour- Noon by yonder tower And the last blue noon in April The wind came briskly up this way Crisping the brook beside the road; Then pausing here, set down its load Of pine scents, and shook listlessly Two petals from that wild rose tree.

Memories
Like a richly colored flame whose bright Tip Draws upward, but is brushed by erring Storm Then relenting seeks the earth’s dark Form And buries its deep desires bit by bit; Thus your life ebbed-through trembling, pleading lips Cried proffering words In vain I watched for one familiar nod, Then pressed my mouth to full Sensual lips. Memories? Karen! How can I forget? Your smiling eyes with sad mystery Tinged; Your helping hands, though labor Wrought with tasks; Karen! Your clear high laughter had a Depth That thrilled my heart, and lifted silence Winged With boundless joy. Memories last!

Memories
Staring into the darkness looking at the stars wondering why you haven’t come for me yet. I scream out your name but you can not hear me. This night is getting colder with each passing hour. The tears in my eyes are evaporating away. I'm engulfed in this memory that plays over Like a bad dream. I can feel that I am gradually waking to see the light of another day, I can’t believe I made It though another night without you. It’s been months since I’ve seen your face laying here quiet closing my eyes. I can barely recall something I used to feel when you held me so tight I try to remember the sound of your voice But all I can hear is me. It’s time for me to go to sleep But don’t be concerned I won’t think About you tonight. Maybe one day I’ll get the chance to look you in the eye and tell you that my soul is finally free

Memorial Day Quote
Memorial Day Quote "We're getting ready for the Letterman family Memorial Day picnic. Last year Uncle Earl, God bless him, got a little confused. Last year he confused his flask with the charcoal starter fluid." ~ Dave Letterman

Memorial Day 2007
So on this day Kiss your wife or girlfriend twice, once for her and once for the widows left behind who mourn forever Have Kids? hug them tight for the men who never had a chance to be a dad Keep the faith, history is often written by people that were never there Hold tight to your brothers, they did not forget, will never forget and men who died around us are depending on us to honor their memories Most of all LIVE for it is this life no matter how it seems at times that is our greatest gift. WE LIVE AND THAT IS THE GREATEST OF ALL OUR ACCOMPLISHMENTS. Laugh, cry, love, hate, fight, work, but LIVE every moment you have that our fallen brothers would have given anything to have had just one minute more. Semper fi, Everybody

Memorial Day 2007 Part 2 "discussion With A One-legged Man"
I tend to wander around cemeteries. Especially right before Memorial Day. It seems to help me regain focus on the day that is set aside to honor those who have served this nation in uniform. On one such visit, I noticed a man (a fairly old man with white hair) wearing part of a military uniform. Why I noticed is pretty simple...he had only one leg...and was supported by his remaining leg..and 2 wooden crutches. It kind of stands out...especially in a cemetery. As I got closer to where he was standing....I noticed the medals on his uniform jacket. I tend to notice such things as someone wearing a Silver Star and a Bronze Star. It kind of stands out....especially in a cemetery. I started up a conversation. We talked for a couple of hours...both of us having served in the Marines. Him in WWII...me in Vietnam. He told of how he served in Italy, fighting inch by inch up the country. How he lost his best friend at Anzio...how he lost his leg at a place called Monte Casino. (He said th

Memorial Day
WITH MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND APPROACHING QUICKLY...I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THANK YOU TO ALL OF OUR ARMED FORCES, (past present and future)FOR ALL OF THE SACRIFICES THAT YOU MAKE EACH AND EVERY DAY...I WOULD ALSO LIKE ANYONE WHO READS THIS TO PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO SAY A PRAYER FOR ALL OF OUR TROOPS CONTINUING TO FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHTS AND FREEDOMS...LIKE BEING ABLE TO HAVE A SITE LIKE THIS TO EXPRESS OUR VIEWS...TO BE ABLE TO PRAY ANYWHERE WE CHOOSE, TO DRIVE WHERE WE WANT, TO DRESS THE WAY WE WANT, SAY WHAT WE WANT, WELL YOU GET THE IDEA...I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU DEFENDING US...GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS AND GOD BLESS AMERICA eternal flame Courtesy of SparkleTags.com

Memorial Day
MEMORIAL MEMORIAL DAY MEMORIAL DAY 2007 Memorial Day began as a memorial for Civil War veterans. It has become both, a National Decoration Day of family graves, and the holiday that opens the summer season. It is celebrated with backyard barbecues, outdoor picnics, and parades. Waterloo, New York was recognized by President Lyndon Johnson and both houses of Congress, as the birthplace of Memorial Day because the town decorated the graves of Civil War veterans as early as May 5, 1866. The claim is contested by Boalsburg, Pennsylvania, which claims to have begun the practice of decorating soldier's graves two years earlier than Waterloo. Another source claims that two years after the Civil War, it was southern women in Columbus, Mississippi who decorated the braves of both Confederate and Union men. Nevertheless, sources agree that it was General John A. Logan of the Grand Army of the Republic who designated May 30, 1868, " as a day for strewing with flowers or

Memorial Weekend
This weekend is a weekend to remember all who have fallen. Those who have been lost, found, and those we are still looking for. For those first in and last out ... You are remembered for all you have done ... you are the Presidents own and you will always be the ELITE !!!! SEMPER FIDELIS my brothers and sisters. Those that are considered the Marines taxi ... you do more in a day than you choose to do. Sea to air and sea to land. You are always there and are always in need. Thank you for all you do. (this pic is for the entire naval service .. not just there elite ... it was the best pic that jumped out at me). Those that fly the skys and keep them safe ... you protect us on the ground and give all the back up you can. From the air you let us know where we should be. If you go down, you know you will get back up. Your the angels of skys. Thank you for all you do. Those on the ground after the excitement starts. Your Tanks and Toys are always a round

Memories*
As times ruin each day of my life Every single moments keeps alive In every leaves that fall unto thy tree I keep counting the days back to thee Seasons comes and go as the years went on Shadows of your Love in the airs divine Your warm kisses keep my lips wet Your hug and cares keep my body sweat The dawn is now appearing As my tired memories endearing My youthfullness fall as a dry leaf But still my Love for you is safe I will close my eyes with sweet smile Cause I know we will meet at the rainbows tail...

Memorial Day
Memorial Day Today we honor and remember the Many fallen brave who gave their lives in war and battle their friends and family to save. The men were brave, the men were true, And they believed in what soldiers do. They fought the enemy on land and sea. They fought for freedom, honor & liberty. Today as we enjoy our freedom let us never forget The many ones who've fought and died - the many who are fighting yet. Let's not forget our soldiers. Let's not forget to pray for the men and women still strong and brave On the battlefields today

Memorial Day
MEMORIAL DAY HAS LONG BEEN A DAY WHEN REMEMBER OUR LOVED ONES THAT HAVE GONE ON BEFORE US, BUT AS OF SEPT. 11, 2001 THIS HOLIDAY TOOK ON A NEW MEANING (AT LEAST FOR ME). WE MAY NOT ALL AGREE WITH OR BELIEVE IN WHY OUR MEN AND WOMEN ARE OVERSEAS FIGHTING FOR OUR FREEDOM AND GIVING THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE FOR THAT VERY REASON, BUT I THINK WE ALL REMEMBER 9-11-2001 AND THE REASON WHY THIS WAR STARTED IN THE FIRST PLACE. I KNOW THAT THE MAJORITY OF US HAVE LOST A CLOSE FRIEND OR FAMILY MEMBER TO THIS WAR (SOME MORE THAN OTHERS) AND THIS WEEKEND THEY ARE ALL IN OUR THOUGHTS AND OUR PRAYERS. IN CASE YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT DREADFUL DAY IN 2001 HERE'S A LITTLE REMINDER FOR YOU: I HOPE AND PRAY THAT AT LEAST FOR THIS MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND YOU CAN ALL PUT YOUR DIFFERENCES ASIDE AND THINK ABOUT SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOURSELF.....THINK ABOUT ALL OF OUR MEN AND WOMEN AND FRIENDS AND FAMILY THAT ARE OVERSEAS AND THOSE WHO ARE ON THEIR WAY OVERSEAS TO FIGHT FOR OUR FREEDOM.....MAY GOD BLESS THEI

Memorial Day History
Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation's service. There are many stories as to its actual beginnings, with over two dozen cities and towns laying claim to being the birthplace of Memorial Day. There is also evidence that organized women's groups in the South were decorating graves before the end of the Civil War: a hymn published in 1867, "Kneel Where Our Loves are Sleeping" by Nella L. Sweet carried the dedication "To The Ladies of the South who are Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead" (Source: Duke University's Historic American Sheet Music, 1850-1920). While Waterloo N.Y. was officially declared the birthplace of Memorial Day by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966, it's difficult to prove conclusively the origins of the day. It is more likely that it had many separate beginnings; each of those towns and every planned or spontaneous gathering of people to honor the war dead in the 1860's tapped into the

Memorial Day
Have a Sweet and Gracious Memorial day peeps Please remember those who have fallen while serving our country and those who have passed leaving us with our freedom... I dedicate this to My father who served in th US Navy from 1955-1965 he was an aircraft mechanic and also cook he served on the U.S.S. Saratoga ... I am proud to honor him this weekend

Memorial Day
Sorry I don't have time for individual comments as I have been busy with a Memorial weekend and packing- so I leave my comments for all here and I hope for each to be enjoying their long weekends safely and happily - just please remember what this weekend is all about - and make sure that you thank those service men and women that you see and send a prayer up for those that have gone before them and a prayer of protection for those to yet serve. We set aside Memorial Day Each and every year To honor those who gave their lives Defending what we hold dear. In all the dark and deadly wars, Their graves prove and remind us, Our brave Americans gave their all To put danger far behind us. They made the ultimate sacrifice Fighting for the American way; We admire them and respect them On every Memorial Day. Sailor soldier, Risk upon the sea. Sailor sons, Depth on submarines. Sailor gunner, Aim be true. Sailor Sister, Nurse or fighter. Sailor on Battleship,

A Memorial Day Poem
Memorial Day by Michelle R. Christman As we stand here looking At the flags upon these graves Know these flags represent A few of the true American brave They fought for their Country As man has through all of time Except that these soldiers lying here Fought for your country and mine As we all are gathered here To pay them our respect Let's pass this word to others It's what they would expect I'm sure that they would do it If it were me or you To show we did not die in vein But for the red, white and blue. Let's pass on to our children And to those who never knew What these soldiers died for It's the least we can do Let's not forget their families Great pain they had to bear Losing a son, father or husband They need to know we still care No matter which war was fought On the day that they died I stand here looking at these flags Filled with American pride. So as the bugler plays out Taps With its sweet and eerie sound Pray for these sold

Memorial Day Should Be Every Day
On a weekend where most of us Americans take advantage of the 3 day weekend by cooking out and hanging out with our friends and family. I hope that we all can remember what this day is truly about. This holiday commemorates U.S. men and women who have died in military service to their country. This is for all our wars, and all out deaths. Remember those who died for our freedom, pray for their families and friends who still morn for them. Then remember the thousands of families here is in the US who have loved ones away from them right now keeping us safe. Remember all the men and women in Iraq, and all over the world. They have dedicated their lives to our protection. Honor not only the fallen but the ones retired and the ones still on active duty. Send them your love and prayers. Go to memorials in your area and leave flowers, visit cemeteries and place flags or flowers on the graves of our fallen heroes, fly the U.S. Flag and the 'POW/MIA Flag' as well at half-staff until

Memorial Day
Funny thing, really, when you think about it, a day to honor all those who died in defence of this country. The funny thing is, that in most cases, people today have no clue as to where, when or why these people died. Ask a twenty something about Vietnam, and they are likely as not tell you they dont know. The same is true for the Korean war. World war two is a little better known, but still many have no clue as to why we were even involved. The sad fact is that except for Memorial Day, these fallen men and women are forgotten. The battles they fought are just names on a map somewhere that people had to know in order to pass High School history. You mention Omaha Beach or Normandy, and people look at you funny. Talk about Midway and people think you are talking about the state fair or something. Oh people remember 9/11, but forget about Pearl Harbor. The thing about it, is that having seen combat myself, I kind of get real mad when these people protest about

Memorial Day(please Read And Repost!)
Hey all my friends, family, and everyone on 'the tap', its Memorial Day. I appreciate the love you have shown me today. It's all good to go have fun on Memorial Day weekend, but just remember wherever you may be that a widow, an orphan, someone whose son or daughter has died in the fight for our lives is mourning. People like me whose friends we see in the obituary or the official Pentagon release are no longer with us. They would want us to have a good time today, make no mistake about it. We servicemembers work hard, but play harder, but none the less being free to have fun is honoring their sacrifice.Like my friend Steve B, the nicest guy in the world, died in an ambush and left behind 5 kids and a wife. Another friend Mike R who left behind a wife and 2 daughters we flew together, and I had more hours in the sky logged on his airplane than any other, and a surface to air missile took him and 9 others from us. We dont think too much of it, it is our job and it never hits us until we

Memorial Day
I know there will be a lot of these out there, but I wanted to make sure I took the time to remember why we have Memorial Day. Yes, it's nice that we have a day off from work, so we can hang out with our friends and family, have a cookout, party or whatever you plan to do today, let's just remember the reason we have the day off. We are honoring those who gave their life to protect our country, and us. Some gave their life, some served a lifetime, some were wounded, some weren't, BUT, they all deserved to be honored today. Without our troops, where would we be? I have a long history of involvement with the military...my dad is a veteran, my brothers both served in the Air Force, 2 of my ex husbands served in the military, one went to Desert Storm, I have a nephew in the Air Force, a sister who served in the Navy, a niece who is enlisted and will soon go to boot camp for the Navy, a friend who's son is in the Army, and the list goes on, and on. I am proud to know these people. It ta

Memorial Day Is Personal Now
Sexy & Romantic glitter graphics from Sexi Luv.com As I've done for the past couple of years, but yet not limited to that time period, I've been thinking about our miitary both past and present, as well as reading various blogs from some of our soldiers who have been through a hell that us civilians will never be able to begin to understand. Yet, being a mom of one of our soldiers, holidays that refresh the memories of what I went through while my son was in Iraq, causes me to be alot more aware, compassionate, supportive, and thankful that my son made it home alive and well. When I said goodbye to Joe the day he left for Iraq; although, at that time we really didn't know for sure that he would be going there, but my mom instinct told me he was, I remember staring in his eyes for the longest time. He asked me, "what are you staring at?". I said, "I'm just looking at MY son one last time because when you come home, you'll be a different man". He is. He disappears on holiday

Memorial Day 2007
HERE AGAIN WE CELEBRATE ANOTHER MEMORIAL DAY. A DAY WHERE WE GIVE THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE SERVED OUR COUNTRY, REMEMBERING THE ONES WHO NEVER CAME HOME WETHER BEING K.I.A , M.I.A OR P.O.W'S. BEING A DISABLED VET OF THE U.S.A.F THIS DAY IS A SPECIAL ONE TO ME. EACH YEAR I REFLECT ON THE TIME I SERVED, REMEMBERING STORIES WHICH WERE FEW AND FAR BETWEEN THAT MY DAD TOLD ME ABOUT VIETNAM, STORIES IVE LISTENED TO RECENTLY ABOUT THE INSANE WAR WE ARE FIGHTING IN IRAQ. I,VE BEEN TO THE VIETNAM MEMORIAL AND ALTHOUGH I WAS STILL UNDER THE AGE OF 10 WHEN IT HAPPENED SEEING ALL THOSE NAMES,,,,THE FAMILY FRIENDS OF LOVED ONES LOST TOUCHING THE NAME OF THIER LOVED ONE, BUDDIES AND COMRADES TEARY EYES AS THEY TOO TOUCH THE NAMES OF FALLEN SOLDIERS THEY SERVED SIDE BY SIDE WITH...WAS ONE OF THE BIGGEST EMOTIONAL EXPERIENCES I HAVE EVER HAD. i ASK EACH OF YOU WHO READ THIS TO TAKE A FEW MINUTES OF YOUR DAY TOMMORROW TO THANK AND PRAY FOR ALL OF THOSE WHO HAVE SERVED AND ARE NOW SERVING TO PROTECT

Memorial Day Thank You
To volunteer your time is the request To spend time saving the lives of others Be a volunteer “why me” is the sound that goes through your head How can I make a difference in another’s life? What can one person do that would cause a monumental change Be a volunteer you are urged and you will see the change you make Small or larger the change is there and you see it in the first day you are there When that person smiles, laughs or votes for the first time The “why me” attitude changes to how can I get another to see what I see Your life changes and you look at the world with a new understanding Comprehension comes slowly like an awaking of the dawn each day As night falls, you are glad you made the choice to volunteer It is a choice we all make in time to serve others or ourselves You made the choice to serve our country To volunteer is the request you now make to others See what I have learned and how much I have grown Thank you to the volunteers in my life as I was

Memorial Day Update: Worst Of O&a, New Boobs On Ratemywow, Traveling Virus Tickets, New Videos Online
Happy Memorial Day from the Opie and Anthony Show. We hope you're all enjoying a nice, restful extra day of weekend bliss to hit the beach, get a tan, or catch up on some much-needed sleep. If you happen to turn on the radio (terrestrial stations, that is), you'll enjoy the Worst Of Opie and Anthony in most markets. The O&A Show returns LIVE tomorrow, Tuesday the 29th. NEW BOOBS ON RATEMYWOW: Thanks again to our pal Brandon Iron, who is promoting his new sites Load My Mouth and Cover My Face (so very NSFW), we have some lovely new boobies to gawk at: RateMyWOW: Lexi Bardot RateMyWOW: Olivia Winters RateMyWOW: Hailey Young The lovely girls from FOUNDRY CAMS sent in a great new compilation video of their amazing hot asses: FOUNDRY CAMS MONTAGE - A Bevy Of Beautiful Women The first Opie and Anthony Traveling Virus Comedy Show is only a few weeks away!!! Sweet Jesus, do you have your tickets?!?!?!?! If you don't have your tickets yet, CLICK HERE FOR SHOW DATES AND LINE UPS (h

Memorial Day, May 28
It doesn't take a hero to order men into battle. It takes a hero to be one of those men who goes into battle. -- Norman Schwarzkopf Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear. -- Mark Twain Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death. -- Omar Bradley Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes. -- Napoleon Bonaparte How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell, a weeping hermit, there. -- William Collins

Memorial Day
Make my death a canticle for peace. Evil has no greater friend than anger, Making ready converts to its cause. On me think but of beauty as you pause, Remembering the service of a stranger In giving life to purchase your release. Armies live according to their art. Love of life at times requires death, Defending what would else find hungry jaws. As you enjoy the gift of every breath, Yet mourn for me with morning in your heart.

Memorial Day Tribute
On this day to remember our fallen soldiers, let's also pause to remember and say thanks to the families of those who have paid the Ultimate Price for our safety and freedom. Without their wiillingness and support, our troops would surely have a much more difficult time doing the job they do! Let us also remember the 3,000 plus victims of 9/11: The World Trade Center, the victims on the two flights that brought the buildings down, the Pentagon, the victims on the plane that rammed it, and the heroes of Flight 93, brought down in Shanksville, PA. We will never forget you, or your families! We also remember the fallen First Responders on that day, who died that others might live!

Memorial Day
Memorial Day As we stand here looking At the flags upon these graves Know these flags represent A few of the true American brave They fought for their Country As man has through all of time Except that these soldiers lying here Fought for your country and mine As we all are gathered here To pay them our respect Let's pass this word to others It's what they would expect I'm sure that they would do it If it were me or you To show we did not die in vein But for the red, white and blue. Let's pass on to our children And to those who never knew What these soldiers died for It's the least we can do Let's not forget their families Great pain they had to bear Losing a son, father or husband They need to know we still care No matter which war was fought On the day that they died I stand here looking at these flags Filled with American pride. So as the bugler plays out Taps With its sweet and eerie sound Pray for these soldiers lying here In this s

Memorial Day Rant
Here in Winterset, Iowa, we just had our annual Memorial Day parade. It was nice other than the fact that yesterday we had the 100th birthday celebration of John Wayne, with parade of course. Take a guess which one was bigger, THAT'S RIGHT! John Wayne! There were cowboys, indians, floats, bands, presidential candidates, candy, clowns, big town events, stores open on sunday, THOUSANDS of people buying "Duke" memorabilia, it was spectacular! Now the memorial day "celebration", --- a parade with 10 or 15 vets, and the high school band and a prayer service at the city cemetary. THAT'S IT! WHAT A CROCK OF S@#T! One would think that a day of rememberance of our fallen soldiers, and soldiers still alive and fighting would be WAY more important than some actor that live in our town for 6 months tops when he was a baby, and never acknowleged this town for his whole life, I guess our youger generation just don't get it anymore. I'm only 38, but I was still brought up to remember our fallen

Memorial Day
I'm proud to be in the United States of America. I'm proud to be part of those stand up and serve their country. It doesn't matter if they serve because of college money, bonuses, a job, or patriotism; at least they serve. I don't mind that the holiday devoted to those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for their country has been relegated to the realm of 'sales' and 'BBQ's'. I'm actually pretty cool with that. Servicmembers have given their lives so the people of this country can be free to celebrate holidays the way they want. It's a disservice to soil their memories with false remembrances or forced memorials. I would hope that as the citizens of this country enjoy this day, they stop for a minute or two and give thanks for those that are willing to sacrifice for their right to enjoy life. Nothing much...just enough to remind themselves that what we have here in the USA is special...that it's important enough to fight for...and that it's important enough to spread aroun

Memorial Day History
Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation's service. There are many stories as to its actual beginnings, with over two dozen cities and towns laying claim to being the birthplace of Memorial Day. There is also evidence that organized women's groups in the South were decorating graves before the end of the Civil War: a hymn published in 1867, "Kneel Where Our Loves are Sleeping" by Nella L. Sweet carried the dedication "To The Ladies of the South who are Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead" (Source: Duke University'sHistoric American Sheet Music, 1850-1920).http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/award97/ncdhtml/hasmhome.htmlWhile Waterloo N.Y. was officially declared the birthplace of Memorial Day by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966, it's difficult to prove conclusively the origins of the day. It is more likely that it had many separate beginnings; each of those towns and every planned or spontaneous gathering of peo

Memorial Day
HEY EVERYONE, I JUST WANTED TO TAKE A MOMENT TO STOP AND APPRECIATE WHAT THIS DAY REALLY STANDS FOR AND I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU TO ALL OUR TROOPS OUT THEIR AND TO ALL THAT HAS PAID THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE TO GIVE US OUR FREEDOM.. I SALUTE YOU ALL.. THIS DAY IS FOR YOU !!!!

Memorial Day
MEMORIAL DAY As I recall, this is the day when we pay tribute to those who gave their lives in service to this country. This is the day when the Old Guard unit at Ft. Myer puts a flag on every grave in Arlington National Cemetery (ANC). It's been a while since I was on that detail. The Cemetery is a nice place to visit. Thirteen miles of roadway, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, JFK's grave with the eternal flame. I was a member of the Presidential Saluting Battery back in the early seventies. Many of the cannon salutes I was assigned were in ANC - funerals for high ranking military officers. On this particular day, we had a fifteen-gun salute in the Cemetery. Three guns on a hill top, three second intervals. Below us, two hundred meters to the front, an older couple stood in front of a headstone. The order was spoken, "Ready on one. Fire!" The woman screamed, "Stop!" "Ready on two. Fire!" "Stop it! Stop it!" "Ready on three..." She fell to her knees with her

Memorial Day
i want to take the time to salute and thank every soldier no matter any of the armed forces they serve or have served god bless them and tell them thank for a job well done!! i want to take the time to remeber the ones that are gone but not forgotten!!! god bless u and have a safe memorial day my heroes!!

Memorial Day 5-27-07
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=800501138 Memorial Day CeremonyAdd to My Profile | More Videos GOOD DAY TO ALL ON CHERRYTAP - TO ALL THE CHERRYTAP PEOPLE THAT HAVE SERVED IN OUR NATION'S SERVICES I SALUTE YOU AS A FELLOW SERVER. TODAY, BEING MEMORIAL DAY I'LL BE AWAY FROM CHERRYTAP - DUE TO A SERVICE BEING HELD IN BUSNELL VETERAN'S MEMORIAL CEMETERY IN BUSHNELL FLORIDA. MY FATHER, WAS BURIED THERE 3YRS AGO BUT ALSO SERVERED HIS COUNTRY IN THE SILENT WAR KNOWN AS THE KOREAN WAR. IN LOGGING ON, I CAME ACROSS THIS VIDEO - SHORT- PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT FROM YOUR DAILY BOMBING AND GIVE CREDIT TO THE PEOPLE THAT SERVED, THAT ARE SERVING TODAY SO WE CAN ENJOY THIS FREEDOM ON CHERRYTAP AND ACROSS THE WORLD. THIS GOES FOR THE ENTIRE WORLD NOT JUST THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS AND BRING THEM HOME SAFELY I'M HOPING MY LINK IS CORRECT IN THIS BULLETINMemorial Day CeremonyAdd to My Profile | More Videos

Memorial Day 2007
So I just wanted to share with you my experience this weekend. I attended the Memorial at our local VA cemetery and what an honor and privilege it was. There must have been 1200 plus people in attendance, vets and cilvilians alike some with their kids and grand kids. I try and attend every year, I am not sure it has ever had such an effect on me as this year. As hard as I tried to keep it together and hold back the tears, be the tough Marine I couldn't do it. Just the thought that Freedom is not free, that so many have died for all of us just overwhelmed me. So many times we go about our daily lives rushing around from place to place and not taking the time to reflect on what we have and why we have it. I arrived in uniform with 12 dozen yellow carnations. I had every intention of making sure that ever grave that did not have flowers would have at least one carnation. It broke my heart that after I had exhausted all my flowers you could not see a difference at all. So many were over gr

Memorial Day
was pretty boring, but eventful LOL. Mom knocked on my door at 7:30 asking if i wanted to go to walmart, which really meants "you need to come to walmart with my to help me carry things" so i got up, went to walmart. we didnt buy anything there cause their flowers were really crappy so we went to lowes, got flowers, waited for like 10 minutes in the checkout cause they were having problems. Then we went back in to buy a grill. We had to wait ten more minutes for some high school punk to get it for us, wait int he checkout for a price check for some lady who was buying flowers, then had to wait for him to find the propane, i was agitated. SO i came home, put the grill together, took 3 hours. Planted some more flowers. By this time its too late to take a nap (to compensate for the 3 1/2 hours of sleep i got. i was wide awake until 3:30 ish) Im so tired lol. I slept all night last night and woke up early this morning cause i have class at 8:30. LEave me some good stuff, i

Memorial Day Weekend
Another weekend up to Heather's, and another one survived. Heather is our friend who is exhausting. She likes do drink, and be loud, and make everywhere a better place. Or at least a place where you can look back and realize the humor in what happened, from swearing that bactine had cured the pain in her boob, to passing out at a Chinese restaurant, due to too many beers, and too much sun. Her husband Dom is as quiet as she is loud, and basically keeps her out of jail. They are the perfect match...yin and yang. Dom looooooves boobs. So we arrive up there Friday night, around 1030, after 7 calls from her wondering when we'd make it up there. So we did, and the drinking began. We met her sister, who is getting divorced and is living with them. She's newly separated, so kind of a downer, but I've been there. I drank some fine tasting ale, and we visited until 130. Nobody got too drunk except Sue. Saturday began at 10, with the smell of coffee brewing. We were going t

Memorable Massage
The massage, I lead you into the massage room that I have set up for today’s massage. I got back to the house before you so I was able to prepare the room. You walk in to find the mat is laid out and already heated. Candles are lit around the room and the Classical music is playing softly on the stereo. A glass of wine is sitting on the side for you and we chat about the day and what type of oil you would like for this afternoons massage. You state Sandalwood and I take a bottle out and place it in a bucket of hot water to warm the oil and really complete the experience. You soon finish the wine after telling me about the troubles at work and how good the massage is going to feel. I turn the lights down low and we get undressed. You lay down on the mat face down with your face resting in a warm buckwheat pillow. I hear a soft sigh release from you lips as your head sinks into the pillow and you lay your arms at your sides. I take the oil out of the hot water and dry the bottle. I p

Memorial Service
For those on here knows me as a real person, knows what my family has endured. We have lost our dad and brother, and now mom just called me, my oldest brother is now being shipped home too. Sweetsiren anyone can tell you my mom is the most gentle and forgiveing person, but this time she has really lost it, first time in my life i have ever heard her swear and put this war down...NOT THE SOLDIERS..... the war itself. She has always been the one to help hold us together as a family, and not just our blood family i am also talking about our military family as well...everyone called her mom, even Sarah's little one the first time he met her he would not leave her side and i think within 5 minutes he was calling her grandma). She wants Tammy and I to go to trenton's airforce base and claim his body, truthfully i don't have it in me anymore, i am so tiredof losing someone i love or care about deeply.How much more can a person really take?. I can bitch and complain on here this blog but i k

Memory Of My Mum
hi 2 day is the 5th anniversary of my mums death i just want 2 say a few words not 1 day gone by i dont miss u and love my precious angel i have played ur 2 fav songs every day 4 last five years its so i can keep u with me ur always in my thoughts my memory my heart 4 ever i love u with all of me everything i am big ((((hugs)))) mum i love u always and 4ever ur loving daughter xxx

A Memo From God
To: YOU Date: TODAY From: God Subject: YOURSELF Reference: LIFE I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help. If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now. If you find yourself stuck in traffic; Don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege. Should you have a bad day at work; Think of the man who has been out of work for years. Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return. Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in dire s

Memories Of My Mom
Missing you every day. But i will always remember what u had to say.You were very sweet and kind,You will always live deep in my heart and mind. Thank you mama for teaching me the values of life.To try and treat everybody right.For your love was tried and true.And you gave it all to everyone you knew. I know your're with god in Heaven above, I just wont you to know here on earth you are still truly loved.until that day we will see each other again. I LOVE and miss you mama.

Memories Of My Mom
My Mother passed away 13 years ago .she was loved by many,missed by even more.I think of her still almost every hour.She was such an influence on everything I am and will be. Ithink god every day for mama.

Memories - A Poem
Memories Scenes run through my head in blinding speed Thoughts of you and I are twinkling in and out Only to be punctuated with the sounds of sobbing The video in my mind plays an endless reel Taking me back to specific times People move up and down the line Murmuring condolences and expressing sympathy Numb in mind and body is how I feel Yet putting it all aside until the end when I am alone again Why did you leave me with all these memories to haunt me? Why did you have to go away before I was ready? The memories come back again, happy times we shared Those tender moments when you were mine Those memories will be the ones that guide me Until the time we are together again Created by SF

A Memorial Day Poem Called... What Is So Sad
A Memorial day Poem called... What is so Sad I know I don't know what its like to be and nor do I ever think I will know what it is like to be in a war zone, but I have friends and family that do. So please do not leave rude comments asking me how do I know what it is like if I have never been there. Like I said I am going on what I have seen and heard. I take this poem very seriously. Thank-You What is So Sad What is so sad, We dont know the pain of it all, Its so hard for them to explain, We sit at home watching our movies, Sit-coms, or whatever we want to watch on our sets, While they may be lucky to use the net, We get to play video games, Ones about jumping, hiding and War, Meanwhile they die everyday, Whether it is in mind, body or spirit, The War they are in is no game, They cannot turn on and off like so many of us can, What is so sad, We dont know the pain of it all, We do not realize how much fighting they do day in and day out just to stay al

Memo
Dear Employees: It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their co-workers. Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated. We do however, realize the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with co-workers. Therefore, a list of 18 New and Innovative "TRY SAYING" phrases have been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner. 1) TRY SAYING: I think you could use more training. INSTEAD OF: You don't know what the f___ you're doing. 2) TRY SAYING: She's an aggressive go-getter. INSTEAD OF: She's a ball-busting b__ch. 3) TRY SAYING: Perhaps I can work late. INSTEAD OF: And when the

Memory Test
Merritt, you remembered 100% of the information in the Memory Test. But research shows there's a lot you can do to improve your memory. And if you do, it can help you function in more ways than you'd think. There are 6 main types of memory which help us interpret and store different types of information. You scored highest in spatial. That kind of memory allows you to remember things like the details of an object and how it relates to the space around it — like how furniture is arranged in a room. It also probably helps you picture where you last left your house keys, or recall the location of specific locations — even without a map. While this area of memory is your strongest, it's your overall memory power that allows you to recall all of the various kinds of information available to you. On this test, Tickle measured your skills in 6 types of memory which, when taken together, resulted in your overall memory score. Your Score The 6 Dimensions of Memory

Memories Of Mom...
For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom, this is beautiful. For those who aren't, this is even more beautiful. Memories of Mom... The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard, and you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning." But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike, and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then the nights came, and the storms and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms and the children said, "Mother,

Memory
It has only been a few short months since I lost my little brother in a motorcycle accident. The lady that hit him was 3 times over legal limit. I know he went happy and without any pain, but the pain of him being gone still lingers. I made this in memory of him and wanted to let all my friends see.. I love you bro and I know you are watching over us!

Memories Of Him By Jöseph Lee Foster-shumpert-lear, 1995
Memories of Him by Jöseph Lee Foster-Shumpert-Lear, 1995 Published 22 March 2004 :: Prose Poem Read more by Jöseph Lee Foster-Shumpert-Lear Can you imagine it? After all of those times of seeing my grandfather, all of those times that I left home to spend thirteen long hours of agonizing and excruciating anticipation of what him and I would do together, in a car of mid-June heat. Some of the hottest as I remember it. Can you imagine doing that from the time I was a week old until I was thirteen, only to suddenly have to say goodbye? It happened on a mid-September night. My mother entered the darkened basement room to trip over the clothes which were spawned across the floor and couch. She cursed her way over what was probably to her like going through a mine field. One wrong step and she would break something of importance to me. When she reached her destination, my bed, she bent over and whispered, “Jöseph . . . Jöseph , baby comes on you have to get up now.” The words were inco

Memories
Nothing in this world has hurt me as much as you have Everything we shared, is gone A whole year has begun Now I look back at what we had and means nothing You've played with my feelings You've used me for your wicked games Now I no longer want to deal with you I've let go of someone who did me wrong Your fake love Your fake words have broken my heart and now I put them in the past I can no longer take it I will move on The love we shared are now painful memories Memories which I will put away forever This year has begun with the truth in front and now I can say I've let go of someone who once did me wrong

Memory 09/03/02 - For Cory
Dream with me, for I am nothing more than that fading memory, You try so hard to keep, but over time and trial I lose my glorious beauty. The wonder of my being so real to you once so long ago. A memory so clear like glass. You thought you might never forget the moment. You thought that each colour each smell would last in your senses forever. But alas, here I am faded and dull, as you strain to see me there. I am no longer the beautiful memory, but more a painful recolection. And you remember that you used to be able to see me clearly but yet can't recall what I was doing, or what happend. Your tears are sad to me, for I feel them too, why cant you see me and remember the moment we shared? For I am no longer with you. I can no longer make more memories. I must rely on the hope that somehow you remember my touch, eyes, skin, voice even smell. But here I watch you and I am faded. fading away, more each day, weeks pass and still I linger softly like a hazy shadow as you pull t

Memory
Dream with me, for I am nothing more than that fading memory, You try so hard to keep, but over time and trial I lose my glorious beauty. The wonder of my being so real to you once so long ago. A memory so clear like glass. You thought you might never forget the moment. You thought that each colour each smell would last in your senses forever. But alas, here I am faded and dull, as you strain to see me there. I am no longer the beautiful memory, but more a painful recolection. And you remember that you used to be able to see me clearly but yet can't recall what I was doing, or what happend. Your tears are sad to me, for I feel them too, why cant you see me and remember the moment we shared? For I am no longer with you. I can no longer make more memories. I must rely on the hope that somehow you remember my touch, eyes, skin, voice even smell. But here I watch you and I am faded. fading away, more each day, weeks pass and still I linger softly like a hazy shadow as you pull t

Memories In Rewind
memories in rewind forget. forsaken. forever. your love i hide, i lie. in the mornings when you awake and light sticks to you like syrup that taste of summer. blink and smile look up at the ghost that float around your life. like memories in rewind. its funny. its stupid. its ironic. its love. its me and you.

Memories Of You
I carry the memory of you very close to my heart...your beautiful smile and the way you decided to part. I'll always remember the way you made my heart sputter and flip... and I'll always remember you hanging with drool from your lip. I'll always remember the day you asked me to become your wife... but how can I forget the day you decided to end your life? There are so many memories of us, we were quite a pair... the memory that sticks in my mind though, is you dead with your blank stare. I carry many memories of you and these I'll mostly cherish... the memory that breaks my heart, is that you decided to perish. I'll keep all the memories, the good ones without a doubt... there's many memories though, I know I could do without.

Memo For Freud - Daina Chaviano
In the centre of the lake was an island full of castles inhabited by ants. Each rainy night came the warriors to spawn their spears of light that I frightened away by the cries of a vampire. Slowly I stretched out on the grass and you rolled over me. Over and again you plunged a smooth stake .................................into my vulva Like a silver nail .........................................and you smiled, I don't know why when I fall in love I have nightmares.

Memories
The best woman I ever dated wrote this about me. About us. I love it. I think its the best song I ever heard. She will always have a very special place in my heart. I will always love her. Thank you Jess, for the best times and memories of my life. Oh Five by Jess Ta...

Memo To Self
Memo to self: Self call before you go home if it rains Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing 50 mph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible." She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that crap?"

Memory
We shared a memory that will last a life time, The way our lips touched was like a shock sent down my spine You leaned in, i leaned in and we connected as one, I can tell now that the love that we share will be alot of fun You sent a tingle form my head to my toes, Why i felt that way, god only knows I have said it a million times before, It wont hurt just to say it again that, i love you more You are my dream coming true, and you will always be the one that i come running to. You have my whole intire heart, just don't brake it or I will fall a part Love is a special thing, So

Memories
http://videos.phototributes.com/ODonnell/RasmussenMarge_files/RasmussenMarge.html Well today was the day they had the memorial for my Mama Marge. It hurts so bad that I wasn't able to say goodbye one last time. Sometimes I sit here and think "Is this all just a bad dream" and then I have to face reality and come to terms that my Little Lady is gone. Will the tears ever stop falling down from my face? Just when I feel Iam doin okay, my eyes swell up and tears begin to fall. Some are still tears of sadness, but I think more and more they are tears of memories and every special moment she has given me in my life. When everyone would look at how "bad" I was , Mama Marge was always there to push me threw. She always seen the good in me, something even my own mother had trouble doing. Mama Marge always wanted to see me succeed in life. I'll never forget how happy and proud she was of me when I called her up and said I was in school. She told everyone she knew and her faced beamed as she d

Memo To Honorable Society Of Wolves
Just a note.... If you are in this family, and need help with a contest or anything else, please let me know. If you don't let me know, we can't help. I hear rumors that many are unhappy and wish to leave this family to join another. If that is the case, all I can say is that I'm sorry to see you go. Wolferz and I have always tried to be very supportive of this family. Again, if we aren't made aware that you are in need of help, we can't help you. Ultimately, the decision to stay or go is yours. The only thing I ask is if you have a problem with something either of us, or someone in the family has done, please come to me. I will do all I can to right the situation. This is not meant to be a desperate plea to keep you here. You must follow your own higher power, heart and destiny. Also, if you are thinking of leaving, or decide to leave, we ask that you not 'bash' this family. Again, we have done all we can to help when we can. I apologize that we don't run this family as

Memories And The Past
The past brings so many memories. The good and the bad. Sorrow, anger joy. Sometimes your fondest times become poisoned from other memories. It eats everything inside of you. Like a cancer. The only way to get rid of the cancer is to cut that part out from you. Let go of the past no matter how hard how painful...If your soul is damaged already why make it worse. just let go

Memories
I remember all the feelings you gave me, And when I think of you, my soul flies free. Even while my heart aches deeply, Memories of you let me treat others sweetly. Please stop me from crying, help me win this fight. Whisper to the wind, the water, the cherry blossoms of the night... Help my smile awake with a joy unsurpassed, Even if such gentle things were never meant to last...

Memories
Sometimes I wish I had never known The taste of your lips The feel of your hips Pressed hard against mine When I wake To the emptiness Beside me My heart aches To be filled Better I had never known The ecstasy of your love Than to suffer The lack of it Reliving it's thrills Such wild dreams Passion ballet That plays in my mind Gnawing at me nightly Stealing my sleep God knows I need A man's love To fight the fire Fill the void And envelope me

~memories Of You~
~Memories Of You~ Current mood: happy Category: Writing and Poetry Although we've moved on I want you to know You still cross my mind The sweet memory of our love Still makes me smile I was so in awe of you You took my breath away Without a doubt, your the most beautiful person My eyes have ever seen, these hands have ever touched Your soft sweet words and gentle touch opened my heart To a kind of love i'd never known And though we've moved on You will now and forever remain in my heart~ ~Patrice~

Memory Lane - The G-string Story.
(Originally posted to my "real" blog on 12/9/05. Want the link? Throw me a shout.) In response to an earlier post, where I'd mentioned that I'd stripped to a g-string in public, when I was the MC for a male strip group, a friend asked me the following question: "All right, if you were the MC, why were you wearing a G string under your clothes? Hmm?" The first time, I wasn't. The show was a private one - we were the entertainment after a banquet for a women's bowling league. The bar was rented out to the league for the night, and by the time we came on, every woman in the place was either seriously ripped, or at least well on the way to it. The bar itself had a second story that was off-limits to the patrons, but we were using it as a dressing room. There was a railing upstairs and the other guys in the group could look over it, and down directly on the stage. I'd been doing shows with them for three months, and had never removed anything more than my tie and jacket. When

Memories
Good memories Bad Memories Memories to make you smile Memories to make you cry People fill your mind some that are special some you rather forget memories that haunt you no matter how hard you try to forget unanswered question did you? did they? did it? Memories to excite Memories to scare Our life's are made of memories No matter what Crazydave 16-8-07

Memory Of Us
Two and a half years have gone by and instead of things getting better more and more i feel like i could cry things between us used to be great I thought that we would always be together because what got us here was fate it seemed the only thing that mattered in life was us that was until i realized what we were lacking and that was trust you couldnt trust me and i couldnt trust you and now everyday i sit around wondering what we should do should we stay together should we give it another shot but then i think if we dont have trust what kinda relationship do we got with the way things have been i dont believe it will last and we'll just be a memory in each others past you know it wont work if the trust isnt there so you need to ask yourself is it really fair is it fair to stay with no trust or should we move on and have the memory of what used to be us

Memories.....
My Dear Friend By: Sharon Gay Watson Seven long years we talked and fought, But I will cherish the memories you brought, We each in our own way loved one another, And in my heart allways you will remain my brother. Your eyes light up shadows and your smile melts a heart, Just your hello was a real fine way for friends to start, You listened, you laughed and you broke down my walls, I never quite knew how a body felt when it falls. Memories will last allways until we meet up above, I feel your ams around me, and your voice shows me love, You walk in my dreams and you tell me to hang on now, But I feel so lost that I do not know how. Go travel through mountains and valleys so deep, We shall be companions in both of our sleep, Don't ever say bye, don't ever let go, Your friends all around still love you so. ************************************************* In Our Memories By: Sharon Gay Watson Piercing eyes that strike to the heart, A stern look which

Memories
Memories are something that last forever Hold onto the ones You got For it may be all that You get Remembering the good times :) and the bad times :( don't ever forget For You never know if You will get the chance to make more

Memories
Walking Through The Fields Of Memory Watching Them Fall Like Flakes Of Snow To The Earth - Wondering About Yesterday Not Considering Tomarrow - Then Your Voice I Heard Calling To Me So Softly - Like An Angels Love Or A Demons Con - Words Of Love Those Are What You Speak - Remembering When You Would'nt Look My Way Now You Look Through Me - The Memory Fades You're Standing In Front Of Me - Reaching Out To You My Arms Wrap Around You - Now You're Heart's Mine Now We've Got Nothing But Time - Watching The Memories Fall From The Heavens Like Snow Flakes To The Earth - They Gently Melt Away On The Soft Earth Making Sure That New Roots Get Fed - They Will Grow Strong With Time WithStand Any Forces That Come Their Way - Just Like .. You and I ~All Sad or Happy Memories Make Us Who We Are~ ~They Make Us Strong~ ~So We Too Can Take Any Storm Head On~ ~With All Good Or Bad Things That Happen, All They Do Is Make Us Stronger~ ~No Matter What~ ~Some

Memorial...
In Memory of Bailey Amaral I found my wonderful sweet loving baby gental cat Bailey this morning in the back yard laying as if he was just sleeping away. He was not! :( This is a very sad day for me. We have had him for 17yrs now. I know he was old and had a wonderful life but I am going to be sooo lost without my nite cuddler. Bailey, Mommy misses and will miss you forever. You are forever in my heart and soul. Love Mommy...

Memory Clinic :-)
Two elderly couples were enjoying friendly conversation when one of the men asked the other, "Fred, how was the memory clinic you went to last month?" "Outstanding," Fred replied. "They taught us all the latest psychological techiniques-visulization, association-it made a huge difference for me." "That's great! What was the name of the clinic?" Fred went blank He thought and thought, but couldn't remember. Then a smile broke across his face and he asked, "What do you call that flower with the long stem and thorns?" "You mean a rose?" "Yes, that's it!" He turned to his wife. . ."Rose, what was the name of that clinic?"

A Memorial To Troy Culler
Troy will be missed, that will not go away. But, we know where he is because his faith did not sway. Many cared and loved him as a great brother. Every one knew he couldn't be loved any more by his father and mother. Troy was a dedicated Christian, husband and father to name a few. But, amongst his busy schedule you could always find him on Sundays in a pew. There are countless big and small things he accomplished, often attaining goals and dreams he wished. He used his brain for doing the homes finances, and helped many children sometimes taking chances. He was definitely a devout Kansas City fan; whether decorating his office, or sitting at a game getting a tan. He helped kids learn how to throw, hit and catch a ball, and offered a warm hug after a bad fall. He taught his boys lessons and important things. They thought he could do everything, or maybe had hidden wings. Certainly forgotten he will not be, for he lives on in Taylor and T.C. By: Lucky t

The Memories ... !!!
Close your eyes...And go back... Before the Internet or PC or the MAC...... Before semi-automatics and crack.... Before Playstation, SEGA, Super Nintendo, even before Atari... Before cell phones, CD's, DVD's, voicemail and e-mail.... way back.... way.....way.....way back..... I'm talkin' bout hide and seek at dusk Red light, Green light Red Rover....Red Rover..... Playing kickball & dodgeball until the first...no...second...no...third Streetlight came on Ring around the Rosie London Bridge Hot potato Hop Scotch Jump rope Duck....duck....GOOSE!!! YOU'RE IT!! Parents stood on the front porch and yelled (or whistled) for you to come home - no pagers or cell phones Mother May I? Hula Hoops Seeing shapes in the clouds Endless summer days and hot summer nights (no A/C) with the windows open The sound of crickets Running through the sprinkler Happy Meals Cereal boxes with that GREAT prize in the bottom Cracker jacks with the

Memories
Weekend is coming up and the weather is finally cooling down. Just the simple changing of the season and a smell in the air can bring back memories for me. High school, bell rings and the mad dash for our cars. Ah I see the "Egg". I had a 1986 Mercury Tracer hatchback...white of course and my friend had to nickname that bubble of a car "The Egg". Grab my keys and jimmy the lock...stubborn bastard after 9 years of being around the car you would think I would know how to open the damn door. My friends pile in. We race off with Pearl Jam Ten playing Jeremy on our tape deck. After dropping them off to their houses I go home for the normal routine...shower, dress, primp, and glimmer for that hurried night out. At that age we didn't wait to start our night at 9 pm or 10....we went out about 5 pm or 6 and met up with friends. But back then the cool thing to do was cruise the strip....here in our town it was circle Xtra Play, drive by the bowling alley, then to taco bell, then dow

The Memory Of The Ww2 Lst
Yesterday I have the great opportunity of taking a tour on a WW2 LST (Landing Ship Tank).To me it meant alot especially since i've always been into the history of WW2,the soldiers,equipment used,and everything from that era. Here is a little history about LST's mainly the LST-325. The LST(landing ship tank)is an amphibious vessel designed to land battle-ready tanks,troops and supplies directly onto enemy shores.These ships were enormously useful during WW2,Korea,and the Vietnam Conflict and belonged to all services - Army,Navy,Marines,Voast Guard,Air Force,and Merchant Marine.Most LST's were either scrapped or given to other countries. In the summer of 2000,LST-325 was saved from the scrap yard in Souda Bay,Crete,Greece,by an aging crew of 50 Navy veterans.That number dwindled to just 30 by the time they left Crete on November 14th for the 6,200 mile voyage.After 13 days in the Mediterranean Sea,a stop in Gibralter because neccessary for major repairs.On December 12th a crew of

Memories
Ever since we were kids we were always together I never thought our ties would be severed We always had so much fun Our lives had only just begun The smile on your face lit up the room We were only just beginning to bloom Though we lost touch for a bit You being in my life i will never forget I miss you more and more everyday Every night i go to bed, i pray I wish you were still here on earth No one ever understood your true worth I am always dreaming about you Every night its something new I tell myself that you're not really gone But still i find myself slightly withdrawn I will always love and miss you You'll be in my heart until my life is through And even though you're no longer here for me to see You will always be with me, in my memories

911 Memorial At Riverside Drive In Manhattan
At 09:30 hours at the Firefighters Memorial Monument located at Riverside Drive and 100th Street, the 18th Battalion will host the Sixth Annual Memorial Service. All firefighters and family members are invited to attend. A mass will follow at 12:15 at St. John the Divine. This is a very well done service by the members, for the members.there are no speeches and NO Politicians, as it should be.

Memories Of 9/11/01
Well...Duke is asleep and I have some time on my hands. I was just flipping through the channels and ran across the coverage that was on back on 9/11/01. It really brought back some sad memories... I had just gotten Robyn off to school...grabbed my coffee and sat down at the computer to check my email as I've done every morning for several years. Danny had just gotten into work...Tonja was there as well. Richard was in the back grabbing a shower. We were sitting there just chatting about a call from the night before. The television was on very low in the back ground. I don't know what it was but I had a sudden bad feeling come over me. I turned towards the tv and it was almost like my heart stopped in my chest. I knocked my coffee over trying to get over and grab the remote to turn up the volume. Danny and Tonja...along with me...just froze where we were. The sight of that first plane hitting was being replayed. It had just happened. I ran to the back and yelled for Richard to hurry

A Memorial To Cheayla And Numalte
As I write this through the tears, and sorrow, I fight feeling anger at such a senseless travesty. On Tuesday-9/11, friends Chealya and her finance, Numalte, were killed by a drunk driver in a car accident. I know there are many who knew them-some closely and some fleetingly, but I know the world has lost two great persons and Heaven has gained two great souls. My condolences to all of us who are mourning their loss, and May Cheayla and Numalte Rest IN Peace. An email was sent out by Cheayla's Sister: "Cheayla and Numalte were both killed in a car crash last night. We do not know any of the details except they were both pronounced dead at the scene. Hit head on by a drunk driver. I am sorry to tell you this news but I promised my sister to inform her friends if she was to be away for awhile.I am just trying to stay busy at the moment. If you knew then you loved her so you can imagine what we are going thru. Her websites will be deleted as soon as all o

Memoir
I remember all the sand. Tormented by a wind's decent. Waves surround an ocean shore. Clouds enhance a peasant's land. Fewer felt a bit deranged. Colder than a grave at night. A thousand memories rearranged, in a memory's course of fright. I remember tortured wind songs. Every drop of fallen rain. Every Memoir, lost and gone; for time shall cease what we shall gain.

Memories Of Us
Okay, as a COMMENT on my page, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! Don't send a message , leave a comment.. Next, re-post this bulletin and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty cool (and funny) to see the responses. Repost as memories of us

Memorandum On Grand Juries Rights & Duties
MEMORANDUM ON GRAND JURIES RIGHTS & DUTIES ----------------- Bulletin Message ----------------- From: truth09 Date: 16 Sep 2007, 13:07 ----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------From: BlaineDate: 16/09/2007MEMORANDUM ON GRAND JURIES RIGHTS & DUTIESThe Grand Jury has the Right to be informed of their Rights and Duties which include, but are not limited to, the following:(1) The Right & Duty to hear complaints directly from citizens, and not just through the U.S. and District Attorneys (Miller v. Smith, 12/18/81, West Virginia Supreme Court of Appeals, see vol. 30 of the Criminal Law Reporter of 1/27/82, page 2319).(2) The Right & Duty to conduct an investigation of anything they please, whether the U.S. and District Attorneys agree or not; and to raise money (donations, etc.) to finance an investigation if the U.S. and District Attorneys will not allocate the necessary funds to conduct the investigation.(3) The Right & Duty to subpeona or summon any and all witnesse

Memories Of You
MEMORIES OF YOU All alone on this cold and dark night with no love at all in sight, it's thoughts and memories of you that I fight. I never thought that things would get this far, I guess you were my falling star. Why in the world did I fall for you, look at all the hell you have put me through! Now that things are over and through what is there left for me to do? I loved you true, and for a brief moment I thought that you loved me too. How could I be such a fool? But how could I have known that you would be so cruel? M.G.C.H.S. (~CARELESS WHISPERS~)

Memories
So when does enough become enough? Is it when you give up everything you were to try and make someone elses life better? Is it when you do everything you can to make them happy? Is it when everything you do still isn't enough? It's it when you finally realize that you're just the back up plan. Or is it when you realize you'll never be anything to them? Is the fighting worth it all? Is loving someone worth giving up your world? Is putting more effort in than they do worth it? Is missing the person you were any comfort? I remember the days when I was happy. I remember when I used to smile. I remember when I used to feel like I meant something. I remember when I used to be someone. I remember they day I didn't have it all anymore. And I remember the days when I used to be strong enough to walk away from the thing or the person that took it all away from me.

Memories
The memories that lie up in my head. The memories that cried once you were dead. I think of those memories and ask myself Why did god have to take you away? Wasn't there anyone else? I didn't get to see you grow up. When he took you away I cried. You were gone. Everyone was upset. We missed you so much. But you were gone so we had to move on.

Memory Lane
Every day I take each step On this rough road alone Thinking of that moment When you and I first met in a junction The flowers were in full bloom And robins were singing You swept my feet off the ground And in an instant I seemed floating. We talked for few minutes And took steps to farther our walk While exchanging pleasantries And cracking each other jokes Time passed so fast that we never noticed We're on another junction Each has to bid the other "so long" And took paths of different directions. I have moved farther And that junction now out of sight

Memo From The Sports Desk...
To all employees without exception Why is the staff so fucking lazy? It's getting so I can't even walk fast through the hallways any more without stumbling over some freak on the nod. Is it drugs? Has it come to that? If so, by God, we're going to clean it up pretty damn fast. My attorney has worked out a series of disciplinary measures that will zap this thing where it lives. Henceforth, anyone caught with narcotics, crazy pills or other stupor inducing agents will be draged down to the basement and have his scrotum torn off..... and, conversely, any offender without a scrotum will have one permanetly attached to her. We feel such measures are necessary, even vital, to the health of this organization. This is the unanimous opinion of the sports staff, & as editor, I mean to enforce it. We will play no favorites. Beginning on the day after Christmas, any employee caught nodding out, jacking off, or otherwise squandering company time, will pay the penalty. This is a business- n

Memories
Never For Gotten Current mood: sad Category: Writing and Poetry Dear Chris, I woke up and I knew something was wrong, I paged you a hundred times that morning. I finally took a break and had to motivate myself out the room. I took a shower,got dressed and them heard arguing.........There at it again. Then my phone rings and i race to pick it up in excitement thinking its you. I pick and the man on the other end answers and says " have you been paging Chris" I reply with " yes who is this" The strange man says "Im his friend , he's busy right now and cant talk" So im like "ok tell him paged". I heard them arguing again so she comes into my room and says " pack a bag were leaving tonight" I get excited cause my plains are to go stay by Nik's house where i know you'll be there. On the way to Nik's .......Im happier than ever cause I haven't seen you in a few days, and just the other night you were begging me to come see you but i couldnt.......So here we were turning the co

Memories Lost
Locked away In this fragile state of mind Wondering when and if I will unwind. Memories fade While I struggle to grasp them Others remain Did those events really happen? I'll fight to the death To remember what's lost But I know not how Or at what cost.

Memo To Sam Walton
I don't know what possessed me. I should know by now. NEVER step foot in a WalMart without, say, pepper spray in your purse. It all started with my nephew's gift card... I needed some cleaning items and he wanted to get a video game. So this morning, we braved Wally World. Mistake One: NEVER go to a WalMart during October and on a free day when the kids are out of school. Costumes and candy were hurled all over the aisles, kids crying because they couldn't find a Jack Sparrow costume. I thought I would lose my mind. First, Dan found the video game he wanted and I went to go get someone to unlock the case for us. One lady pointed me to another, who pointed me to another. She said that someone else had the only set of keys and that as soon as she was done with her customer she'd meet me by the case. The domino effect of sales people. I waited 15 minutes. During the wait, some oily looking guy came over and asked me if I had a computer. I said yes. He said, "You w

~~memories~~
Memories by BlueWolf © While cleaning out my closet, In case you wanted to know, I ran across your picture And suddenly felt a glow. The feelings I once had for you I quickly began to trace, Back to the time I met you... Remembering that special place. While sitting all alone At a table made for two, I happened to look up and Guess what there was you. You asked if something was wrong As you quickly took a seat And stared so deeply into my eyes, While wishing I could speak. I guess those were the good ole days and now I can't pretend, But, yes, I found your picture And fell in love again..............

Memories
Time slips by but memories stay. Quietly remembered everday. Happy thoughts of time together Memories that will last forever. May the words of love blow softly And whsiper so you'll hear That I will always love and miss you And wish that you were here

Memories Held Near
The joys we shared together, The memoreis I hold dear. The love and happiness you gave me Will hold you always near. It broke my heart to lose you But you did not go alone. Part of me went with you The day God called you home

Memories
Will your memories ever leave me, Or will they always remain? Will the time ever come, When I will stop thinking of you so fondly? I will always remember how you tasted in my mouth. The sweetness and creaminess of swallowing you whole. How it felt deep inside, The way you made me whimper and whine. Will you stop coming into my dreams, Teasing and tantalizing me the way you use to? The way your body felt next to mine, The way we made sweet love devine? How you watched as I touched myself, Then reach over and touch you. I admit that I am still in love with you, The way it was when I was with you. Will that moment ever come, Or will you haunt me the rest of my life? Dee Parenti All Rights Reserved

Memoirs Of Another Kind..
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves... Until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.At the temple, there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read Loss, only feel it.You cannot say to the sun, "More sun." Or to the rain, "Less rain." To a man, geisha can only be half a wife. We are the wives of nightfall. And yet, to learn kindness after so much unkindness, to understand that a little girl with more courage than she knew, would find her prayers were answered, can that not be called happiness? After all these are not the memoirs of an empress, nor of a queen. These are memoirs of another kind.

Memoirs Of A Jog
I decide I'm going to go for a jog today. Yes, I know this is probably already causing an outburst of laughter. Continue b/c it gets better. So, I've got the shoes laced up (double knots of course b/c I wouldn't want them to come untied), I have my tube socks up to my knees, track shorts from high school that were too tight then, a wifebeater w/ dorito stains, and a headband to keep the sweat from my eyes during this intsense run. So, I start jogging and man I'm really going strong. . .for about 10 steps. I then start to feel the burn and realize I'm old. I start hoping that no one is watching this sad display, this pure lack of physical prowess. I turn and see a woman walking a dog only to speed by me as I hit my full sprinting strides. At this point, I realize that I am probably the most out of shape human being on the planet. And then. . .bam!!! I fall to the ground, curl up in a ball, suck my thumb, and let out a loud whelp of a cry. As I'm rolling around on the ground in pain and

Memories
Two days ago was my friend Ben's 1 year date. 1 year since passing over that is. It was also the day that I was scheduled to take my drive test. Great timing, right? Anyway, his mom called me that day and asked me for a memory that I had of him. Well there were so many that I had trouble choosing one. The one I came up with was this: It was the night of the New Year's Dance. We had a d.j. and (of course!) a disco ball. Ben had come to DA about two months before hand, so he was fairly new. However, we had been talking off and on so we knew each other somewhat. Seeing as how we were both wallflowers, we had alot of trouble even trying to get up the nerve to ask the other to dance. Finally, my friend Carly told me that she wouldn't speak to me ever again (HEAVEN FORBID!) if I didn't at least go up and talk to him. After some coercing I went up to talk to him. Before we knew it we were out on the dance floor. Then the dangerous slow songs came on. We looked at one another, and I guess we r

Memories
Thinking about days of the past back in to the shadows I am cast back to the days when life was grand that fate steped and delt us a shitty hand a rain of bullets took his life the thought, still cuts open my woundes like a knife as his blood pooled on the cold hard ground I tryed to screem but made no sound I held him , as he took his last breath that night my heart was stolen by death I wouldnt let go ,they had to rip his body free He's still be alive if it wasnt for me He never knew I loves him , we were just kids because I was a cowerd, my feelings well hid I now stand at his grave, alone with my sarrow with out him, I dont know if i can face tomrrow my selfishness, cost me his life,a debt I cant repay I live with the guilt day after day but day by day I lean to live agan so maybe I will find forgiveness,but I dont know when so I walk alone into the night and cry out in slince in the full moon's light

Memories
Building memories of the days gone bye. some sad, some happy, some that make you angry some you wished you could just forget. Memories that bring the tears memries that make you laugh. Memories will never be as good as if you were here. cause we could build memories sharing things together. Memories will mean so much more. Memories would mean so much more if i could share them with you. So many memories but yet so much pain. Memories are so special we can always remember things that will never be again. Memories of special moments memories of dreams that never came true, memories of friendships lost along the way. Memories of promises broken, of the laughter and the tears. Memories of childhood days. Memories that can never be forgot. Memories that are buried deep inside. Painful memories that we would rather leave behind and not remember at all. Memories of days gone bye. Memories are special but would mean so much more if i could build memories with you

9/11 Memorials And The Truth
(This is a blog/bulletin I wrote and posted on Sept 10th 2007 on Fubar due to the 7 year memorial of 911 and all the memorial bulletins people were making on the site. Only two dates have been edited as they were completely wrong and I have added a bit of additional evidence information on 9/11.) 9-10-07 So Sept 11th is a day away and like so many bulletins I have seen each month since I joined Fubar and over the years in emails, there will be blogs and bulletins about the memory of those lost in 9/11. It will be on TV and the radio. "Mourn and feel sorry for those who suffer and died. Remember the worst tragedy in America. Stay stuck in your head and fears so we can control you." You all talk about honoring them but you really don't honor the path their life has taken. You judge them, look down on them and feel sorry for them and the condition for the path their life has taken as if you are better than they were. "Those poor people." The event is not what makes you sad, i

Memory I...first Meeting
I was going through a hard time...my antidepressents were causing more problems then helping...anger was building. I was forced into hell...the hospitals that supposeably take care of you...Upon getting situated I was miserable...sitting alone in a corner away from everyone else...when I noticed her...I took a few looks but never said a word...she came to me...normally I wuldn't have said a word..but she had power over me...I spoke for the first time...and suddenly hell wasn't such a bad place after all...not as long as an angel was there as well...

Memory Ii...julie Mcclain...my First True Love
I was happy as long as she was there with me...it started with simple chatting...but feelings were soon developed...the first night there we agreed to sneak out past curfew and continue our conversations...its was very cold...freezing...she didn't have her blanket...gladly I gave her mine...sacrifcing my warmth for her comfort and health...the night went by as we stayed up together just me and her...as the days passed she initiated the passing of notes which I gladly did the same...she began getting close by kneeling her head on my shoulder...for once I had someone who actually loved me...not some slut who only offerered me lies and deceit...everything was fine until the day came..she was discharged...but our time apart was only to be temporary...

Memory Iii Sad Times Have Returned
We were by ourselves in the movie room when it happened...Julie was called in to see the doctor...she comes back saying shes been discharged...she left that day...right before lunch...while everyone stood in line waiting...she came to me one last time...embraced me and secretly passed one last note...(the staff doesn't like note passing) she wants to meet after Im released...and develop a relationship...she expressed how she would wait...even though it hurt her deeply...and that she was happy and sad at the same time...in the note was also her cell, house numbers plus her adress...I cherished that note for the next three days...reading it over and over again in my room...the days ahead sucked...but when I was finally released...it happened just as we wanted...our relationship grew and we became ever so closer...

Memory
Dream with me, for I am nothing more than that fading memory, You try so hard to keep, but over time and trial I lose my glorious beauty. The wonder of my being so real to you once so long ago. A memory so clear like glass. You thought you might never forget the moment. You thought that each color each smell would last in your senses forever. But alas, here I am faded and dull, as you strain to see me there. I am no longer the beautiful memory, but more a painful recollection. And you remember that you used to be able to see me clearly but yet can't recall what I was doing, or what happened. Your tears are sad to me, for I feel them too, why cant you see me and remember the moment we shared? For I am no longer with you. I can no longer make more memories. I must rely on the hope that somehow you remember my touch, eyes, skin, voice even smell. But here I watch you and I am faded. fading away, more each day, weeks pass and still I linger softly like a hazy shadow as you pull the

Memory Iv Meeting Between Parents
After getting out...the calls soon began and plans were eventually made. Her living an hour and thirty minutes away, our time together was limited to weekends and or fridays. One friday night not long after coming home it was time to meet the parents. Very nervous...as this was a very religious family...I sat in the car excited and scared at the same time...afraid that I would blow such a great opportunity by doing something offensive or stupid. When we arrived...it was a nice house...they greeted us at the door, followed by their dog sniffing at our feet. We sat down in the living room, julie beside me my parents right from us, and her parents to the left. As good parents would do, a few topics of particular interest were brought up for discussion. After about thirty minutes when all was said and done...the folks had left for a few. Julie and I made way to the porch, where it was first brought up...how her first kiss wanted to be with me... Neither of us had anhy relationships in ou

Memory V Julie And Daniel First Date
It had not been but two to three weeks later...second or third meeting, that our first date had transpired. After meeting her parents a few weeks before...I was informed everything was well. Her parents liked my parents, and they liked me. There was what seemed to be endless love between us...even though my parents were bothered some by her relentless calling. Rules didn't seem to apply to her...or atleast she would act as if she wasn't aware of the rules on calling times. After waiting patiently but anxiously all week...I was driven to her house. It was there that we were dropped off at ruby tuesday for dinner just the two of us. After dinner which I gladly payed her meal and mine...we walked a short distance to superplay. Upon ready to leave...she had called her dad for a ride home. It was the best and only good date Iv ever had...not like a previous one years back with a slut...u can't really call that a date...considering I was ditched...yes I was young and stupid but I still shou

Memories
Deep in the recesses of my subconcious lies a memory of lives past lived. A time of nothingness, when we were warriors in the truest sense of the word... when women and men were equals, fighting side by side, rivers of blood running past our feet, chaos and confusion everywhere, when passion and rage were the same definition and ferocity was a way of life. We ate, drank, and lusted/loved with gusto, there was no such thing as political correctness, and justice was handed down on the blade of a sword, swiftly, mercilessly, because that's just the way it was. I remember crystal clear skies at night with only the light of stars to see by, feeling your warmth next to my body, enveloping me with your smell, that smell of man (i love that smell), you turning into me, moving in closer as if to meld our bodies into one being. I remember wrapping my fingers in your hair, pulling your mouth to mine, drinking in the elixer of you. Your strong hands so hard in battle, stroking, a gentlen

Memories
THAT USED TO BE MY SMILE ON HIS FACE I USED TO BE THE ONE THAT HE COULD NOT REPLACE I WAS THE ONE THAT WAS ABOVE ALL IN THE MIDDLE OF THENIGHT I WAS THE ONLY CALL IT USED TO BE MY SHOULER FOR HIM TO LEAN ON IT USED TO BE MY TOUCH TO MAKE THE TEARS ALL GONE IT USED TO BE ME THAT WAS IN HIS THOUGHTS ALL DAY IT WAS ALWAYS HIM ON MYMIND WHEN I PRAY IT USED TO BE ME HIS ARMS WRAPPED AROUND IT WAS ALWAYS THE SAFETY IN HIS LOVE I FOUND IT USED TO BE ME HE WOULD COME RUNNING TO IT WAS ALWAYS HIM TO SEE ME THRU IT USED TO BE ME TO HOLD HIM ON A COLD NIGHT IT WAS ALWAYS HIM THAT MADE THINGS SO RIGHT IT USED TO BE MY NAME HE WOULD WHISPER SO GENTLY IT WAS ALWAYS HIM THAT CALMED ME SO SOFTLY IT USED TO BE ME THAT MADE HIS DAY IT WAS ALWAYS HIM THAT I TRUSTED IN EVERY WAY IT USED TO BE ME THAT HURT SO DEEP IT IS HIM THAT AT NIGHT I WEEP IT USED TO BE ME THAT WAITED FOR ALL TIME BUT NOW ITS JUST ME AN IM ALL OUT OF RHYME

Memories
Memories In this world you tried Not leaving me alone behind There's no other way I'll pray to the gods: let him stay The memories ease the pain inside Now I know why [Chorus:] All of my memories Keep you near In silent moments Imagine you'd be here All of my memories Keep you near The silent whispers, silent tears Made me promise I'd try To find my way back in this life I hope there is away To give me a sign you're okay Reminds me again It's worth it all So I can go home Together in all these memories I see your smile All the memories I hold dear Darling you know I love you till the end of time

Memory Poem My Ray Ray
GONE IS THE FACE I LOVED SO DEAR SILENT IS THE VOICE i LOVED TO HEAR TOO FAR AWAY FOR SIGHT OR SPEECH BUT NOT TOO FAR FOR MY THOUGHTS TO REACH YOUR PRESENCE I MISS YOUR MEMORY I TREASURE LOVING YOU ALWAYS FORGETTING YOU NEVER MY HEART BEATS BECAUSE OF YOU.... MEMORIES ARE THE LEGACY OF LOVE.... YOUR LOVE IS MY MOST VALUABLE AND TREASURED GIFT!!!! LOVING YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER BABY

Memories
I have not understood a moment when it comes up from behind me like time catching up to correct the mistakes of man Am I seen through the eyes of millions or seen through the eye of a machine?? I remember looking down from a mountain peak and seeing only mist rise up to caress me with motherly touch I remember jumping from the clouds and feeling the rush of life echo inside me as I stay empty to engulf all matter and existence. I washed up on the shores of my mind and wandered in dreams beyond that of positive reality. Woke up in my own sanity bathed under the rays of light pierced the trees to shed me tears from my body. All this I have done and still I do not recall ever doing such events. I have seen the worlds collide explosions so vast and beautiful they can only be described as worldly under the inspection of man I have watched two suns set each pulled out from under itself a rug of space to simply drift under and find

Memo To Virgo's Staff
Attention all Virgo's staff members, this is a reminder of what is expected of you for the homepage. All staff members have free use to this page, and Kare's photobucket acccount. Please feel free to add or edit any part of the homepage as you see fit. Adding tags, pictures that are relevant to Virgo's and it's staff, or comment tags, are always welcome. Adding items to the stash is a great way to have them readily available for bulletins or for dropping on pages. I would like this page to be a group effort, as well as an informational source to our members. Also, Kare has added, fanned, and rated all the members of Virgo's, it would be appreciated if while you are on the homepage that you go and begin to rate the pics and leave a comment on the members pages that have been added. You have no time limit, nor are you required to use the homepage at a certain time, if you have a few extra minutes in your day and would like to do something productive, feel free to do so here.

A Memory
Today...where do I begin... I buried one of my brother's best friend who in so many ways was my little brother too. It was hard to sit there and not think about his smile and how much the world is going to miss his energy. Yet, I smiled for I was lucky to know him in my life. Somedays, I know I don't tell the ones who matter to me that I love them or that I care about them. I know they know that I care for them and love them with all my heart. I've been blessed with friends who mean the world to me. Those who stood my me when I was struggling through my grandmother's death and other things of this year. So treasure your memories of those you love and keep them close.

"memory Lane"
ADAM SANDLER LYRICS [M1:] "Hey, it's great to have us all out on a road trip again this is gonna be fun" [all agree] [M2:] "Whoa,do you smell that skunk" [All:] "Yeah [M2:] "You know, even though it stinks it kinda reminds me of growing up" [all agree] [M3:] "It kinda reminds me of smelling weed" [all agree] [M1:] "Hey, it reminds me of smelling a pussy" [all agree] [M2:] "It reminds me of smelling an ass" [all agree] [M4:] "It reminds me of smelling a 60 year old guys ass" [car screeches, he drops out of the car] [M4:] "Hey, screw you guys I am who I am deal with it" [M1:] "I'm glad we got rid of him his was a wierdo" [M3:] "Oh my God, that was a little out there, hey check out a water slide, man, those things always remind me of my 13th birthday party, remember that" [all agree] [M1:] "Hey, it reminds me of that girl I met last year who was a lifegaurd at one of those things, she was unbelievable" [all agree] [M2:] "Hey, it reminds me of that rich g

Memories
always leave behind more than you take, if a pictures worth a thousand words, it'll take a thousand pictures to remember how to put it into words, a message in the chest pocket knowone'll read, a suit case filled with memories, covered in red and black roses.

Memory
my memory missed me swinging through my head bouncing off the walls ending nowhere emptiness all around confusion sets in the twists and turns evolves me explores me a life left behind a life beginning my mind makes me see whats oblivious to everyone else my mind is a fake its made to run its made to confuse take my mind from me erase my memory

Memories (of Dad)
*Memories* Life has taken a drastic turn, Your days are filled with heartaches, tears, and concern. The house may feel empty. You may search for something that you wish was still there. You know in your heart the emptiness will always be there. It is our memories that keep them Near. As each day goes by, it seems hopeless no matter how hard you try. Hoping you hear, The sound of their voice so soft and clear. If you listen closely that hope you will hear. The memories are what get us through the many tears. Listen to the sound, the sound of angels dancing around. Though they aren't here upon the ground. It is because of them the laughter soon will be found. So listen closely I say. All of the angels will be together again one day. When you sit there and hope to see, A glimpse of what life use to be. Don't be sad if it doesn't appear. It will be in the slightest breeze that I will, gently kiss your cheek. It will be the memory to give you that peace. If you find

Memories Of The Past
I'm sittin here late at night, Starin at this computer screen... Talkin to all these people man, makes me think alot about my teens. Fuck all these people came from outta nowhere.. and now i can't get the thoughts outta here laughin to myself when i smoke my weed everyone thinks..fuck yeah she's strange indeed.. But hey i've always been the one outta place The one who always gets up in your face But it wasn't always me who stepped up first My Buddy Edy was she a fuckin torch! One small spark would set her right off a fire burnin in her eyes One look she could make ya paralyzed terrified not knowing what she'll do next You'd better run cause you're her next conquest. Now there was jen who was the third of our crew and fuck man messin with her was like messing with two She'd beat you down and laugh in your face then drag your ass all over the place The three of us tight yeah like sisters.. With a fury like a fuckin twister... Now things got bad n shit got sai

Memories
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or if you are a random reader) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your diary and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you..

A Memoory
Once again I'm brought back to this place Tears come to my eyes Memories fill my mind The thoughts of the once was They pour over me Until nothing else survives A touch floods my sences Stronger than it ever was before The sensation is embracable Makes my body quake My knees buckle The thought The Visual The effect of something that used to be real I want it to be real again The power of the emotion A glace A stare makes you melt Flow into the memory of what once was It's gone once more I want it to be real again... Lord knows that long term relationships have heart aches... *sigh*

Memory Poem
Two years ago God came and called you home. It has left a hole in our hearts that can never be filled. We have such good memories of when you were still here on earth with us. But now you no longer have to suffer, Or face the pain you had to face in the end. It broke our hearts to see your body broken, And to know that you were suffering more than any man should have too. You suffered plenty when you went to war, Not just once but a couple of times. Some may of looked at you and judged you, But no one knew you like so many of us did. We started out as family and we all became more than that. We became friends. Everytime I see someone on a motorcyle, I think of you. I think man I wish that was Sonny! You touched my life more than you will ever know. God sure picked a good one when he decided to take you home. I hope somewhere up there on the streets of gold, You have found a place to ride a motorcyle. I know you ar

Memories
Memories of the days we had together, memories of the love we shared when you were here. Now that you are gone it breaks my heart, to know that i may never see you again. Taken from your mom and placed in the hands of strangers, oh I miss you so much. I love you both so very much, and maybe someday we will find eachother again. Until then you are in my prayers, in my heart you will remain forever. Memories will live on, never to be put away because memories are all i have of you my dear ones. Memories of the laughter memories of the tears, it is all so very clear in my mind. I cry because i miss you, i smile because i know someday i will see you again. Your pictures are still hung on the wall where they have always been, because it is all i have of the memories we built the love we shared, it will be again. always remember i never stopped loving you. Memories are all i have left of you my dear little ones my little angels. May God guide you through this tough

Memories
They say that time heals all wounds, I guess they are right on that; But will it heal all by itself, I do not know. My heart & soul were yours, To twist & turn to make us whole; Then again it did not work, And life just poured down on me. I think back to when we met, And I cry so hard I need to forget; That what we had is no more, I want to die now instead of soar. Each night in my dreams, I feel your sweet embrace; The memory of our love, The tenderness on your face. Memories are all I have left, Of what there used to be; Because of wrong decisions there, Will never again be a you & me. My life will change, That much is true; But all it will be, Is a memory of you. Without your love, All I'll ever be; Is a lonely young woman, Looking for the real me.

Memories
A YEAR AGO, TODAY, WAS MY MOM'S LAST DAY OF BEING UP AND AROUND BEFORE SHE COULDN'T GET OUT OF BED NO MORE. TODAY IS FULL OF GOOD MEMORIES OF HER, AUNT ANNA AND ME. MOM ALWAYS LOVED HALLOWEEN CAUSE SHE WOULD ALWAYS GIVE CANDY OUT TO THE KIDS IN THEIR COSTUMES AND SEE THEIR PARENTS THAT SHE HASN'T SEEN IN YEARS. LAST YEAR SHE DIDN'T GIVE OUT CANDY CAUSE SHE DIDN'T FEEL LIKE AND PLUS SHE WAS AFRAID IF SHE GOT AROUND ANYONE SHE WOULD GET A COLD AND IT WOULD BE HARD FOR TO GET RID OF IT. I REMEMBER TODAY, A YEAR AGO, LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY. IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL DAY OUTSIDE. THE TEMP WAS AT A PERFECT DEGREE. NOT TOO COOL NOR NOT TOO HOT. JUST PERFECT. AUNT ANNA WAS AT MOM'S HOUSE WATCHING OVER HER DURING THE DAY. MOM WANTED ME AND AUNT ANNA TO GO OUTSIDE AND GET HER FLOWERS OUT OF THE FLOWER BED AND TAKE THEM TO MY HOUSE TO PLANT. BUT OF COURSE YOU COULDN'T TELL MY MOM TO PUT DOWN THE SHOVEL AND GET BACK INSIDE TO REST. SHE WAS OUTSIDE HELPING US TO DIG UP THE FLOWERS. THAT IS ONE THING MY

Memories (published)
Being held in your arms.. your touch apon my face.. the feel of your heart beating.. the way your skin tastes.. The way you looked when your asleep.. your smile when you were happy.. the way you'd sing all the time.. even if some of the songs were sappy.. How you could make me smile at the silliest of things.. How you'd say..I love you.. and make my heart sing.. These memories are all I have, all that's left to the kids and me, For the man I loved more than life, Decided to WALK OUT on our family.

Memorries
Tell me a story- it doesn't have to be true I know you're a fraid to reveal so much of you I want to know your thoughts fantasies and dreams The only intimacy I can share with you Imagine a touch imagine a kiss all seems so painful to remanice The dream so close yet stays out of reach If only again I could see the expression on your face hear the moans on your lips your voice so sweet today and always more shall remain a dream

Memory Lane
Memory Lane I remember learning….. How to kiss you in ways that make you heart flip? How Touching your warm flesh underneath my trembling fingers felt for the first time. How you made me soar just with the words that soothe my fear away? I remember biting….. How you tease my with those sweet bites upon my flesh that stir the fire? How you always knew you were going to be the only one to make feel this way? Your lips of sin that taste better than any wine I could drink. About a body that made me dare such wicked things that I lost all needs to deny you what you wanted from me. I remember the balloons….. You sent me balloons when I sick. You sent me balloons to tell me how much you love me. You even sent them on my birthday. Damn baby…..how can I ever not remember you delivered yourself with balloons flowing around your naked baby as my valentine gift? I remember falling…. Into your arms of strength each time I was weak. Into your words and eyes that seem to make

Memories
AHHHHHHHHHH MEMORIES!!! Close your eyes...And go back... ....Before the Internet or PC or the MAC...... ....Before semi-automatics and crack.... ....Before Playstation, SEGA, Super Nintendo, even before Atari... ....Before cell phones, CD's, DVD's, voicemail and e-mail.... ....way back.... ....way.....way.....way back..... I'm talkin' bout hide and seek at dusk Red light, Green light Red Rover....Red Rover..... Playing kickball & dodgeball until the first...no...second...no...third Streetlight came on Ring around the Rosie London Bridge Hot potato Hop Scotch Jump rope Duck....duck....GOOSE!!! YOU'RE IT!! Parents stood on the front porch and yelled (or whistled) for you to come home - no pagers or cell phones Mother May I? Hula Hoops Seeing shapes in the clouds Endless summer days and hot summer nights (no A/C) with the windows open The sound of crickets Running through the sprinkler

Memories Of Him.....
So I finally did it. Today I finally sat down and went through grandpas belongings. It is funny how, when someone passes, it is so very hard to go through those things and figure out what to give to who, what to throw away and what to keep. It seems at that point everything becomes so very important and precious. I am now left with one small box of stuff. I sit here looking at that box and it is hard to believe that this is what is left of 78 years and 4 marriages. My grandfather was not your typical grandfather. He had a hard life, he did his time in prison, he hung out with thug types, frequented strip clubs and did his thing, but none the less he was my grandfather and I loved him. He was my world for so many years. Now that world is a small box full of memories and keep sakes that I will cherish for the rest of my life. I have a campbells soup can bank, that he kept for years, in that bank is a coin from a Strip club that was owned and operated by Jack Ruby. Grandpa frequented

Memories Of Christmas
There is no bright lights here, no need to light the way, just one candle glowing, like every other day, Santa can just pass on by, my gift I lost one day, There is no stockings by the fire, they have long been stored away, without you here to share your smile, theres no point in games or play, I have only one comfort, on another empty day, the one thing I carry with me, every step and breath I take, my precious thoughts of you, your smile, laugh and cheer, you are forever with me, each day of the year, till I can hold you there is only, Memories Of Christmas... Daddy loves you Mystikal Dawn MERRY CHRISTMAS My True Angel

Memoirs Of A Meth Addict....
I am an addict. I'm not the only one nor will I be the last. I know what I am, I know where I have been and I know where I will not be going again. For me this is the reality I wake up with and falll asleep with each day. Maybe I am bitter. Maybe I don't want to look in the mirror to see who started this cycle. Drugs tried to take my life, and I gave myself openly. It didn't accomplish what it sought to do, but it left the residue all over the place. I was also told the first step was to quit. I could not quit because I refused to admit I had a problem. I was eighteen years old the first time I tried methamphetamine. I do not make excuses today for why I tried it that night. It may have been the people I was with. It could have been my intense desire to stop feeling. I am not honestly sure but after that first time I was hooked. I went back to it time and time again like a love sick fool. I could not stop. I did not want to stop. In August 2006, I found myself in a jail cell for th

The Memory Box
I am the soul_Protector and my dutie is to protect souls....and The Memory Box is a place where you can place a comment of ppl you wanna remember who you have lost as in our life time we have lost ppl we loved and cherrished (family, friends, pets) it dont matter this is a place where you can find comfort and safe in the knowledge that Soul_protector is watching over them for you. You can leave any kind blog comment which suits you in reminding you of the ones you cherrish..... So pick up a quill and pull a chair and be seated....and write away...this is the house of many so you are safe The_Soul_protector

Memories
As I peel away All the years of pain I discovered what's been all along You were so right I was so wrong Every shooting star They all fall so hard They all fade like a played out song Now is the time Before all is lost I'm coming home I'm coming home So I'm coming home Lost on a road I don't belong I'll rest my song I'm so alone Far from the streets I call my own I'm coming home Rushing back to me As the city sleeps So afraid of what I will find Memories they haunt From deep inside Every broken man Comes to understand that he'll never find paradise When all that he wants Was there all the time I'm coming home I'm coming home So I'm coming home Lost on a road I don't belong I'll rest my song I'm so alone Far from the streets I call my own So I'm coming home Back to a world left long ago And now I know I'm coming home I'll find my way back I'm letting go I'm coming home We come to find What we take for granted Keeps us a

Memorie's Of Him !
setting by the computor on a on lonely saturday afternoon.with nothing to do but fool around on fubar . but my thought's keep going back to him and all the time we had together. wanting to see him and touch him . wanting him to hold me like so many times before. so caught up in my thoughts and not hearing the door open and till i feel his arms slip around me. i don't even have to look i know its him by the feel of his arms and the smell of his colonge i no so well . i stand and feel for a while his breath on my neck and the way his arms and hands feel on my body . like so many times before i don't dare move in case its a dream. but its not he is there . he's glad to see me he always is . i missed him and he knows it's true without even asking. not a word is said just glad to be in each others arm's . no thoughts for the day no thoughts at all just of the moment as we touch and cares each others body's .the hours spend in each others arm's and the love we shared . when it's over as we

Memories Fade, Unfortunately...
He stood now at the edges of her dreams His long powerful arms extended As he called to her across the misted distances between the worlds of the living and the dead and begged her not to forget him.

Memories
I wrote this eight months after Gus passed... Have you ever watched someone die? Until eight months ago neither had I Eyes sting with tears held back Painful memories sneak attack Just when I think I've put them to bed They rear their ugly head

Memories Angelica January 22, 1995
Remembering by Elizabeth Dent Go ahead and mention my chilid, The one that died, you know. Don't worry about hurting my feelings. The depth of my pain doesnt show. Don't worry about making me cry. I'm already crying inside Helps me to heal by releasing The tears that I try to hide. I'm hurt when you just keep silent, Pretending she didnt exist. I'd rather you mention my child, Knowing that she has been missed. You asked me how I am doing I say "pretty good" or "fine" But healing is something ongoing, I feel it will take a lifetime.

Memorable Walk In The Park (straight)
Memorable Walk in the Park (Straight) I was be out walking through a park, down a long, winding path. It was at dusk, nearly dark. Being late in the day, most people have already gone on home. About a mile down the path, I see a rather attractive lady, sitting there reading a book. She is wearing a light blouse and loose-fitting shorts and tennis shoes. I slow my pace, taking my time approaching her. I want to get a good look at her. I am almost to her, as she looks up. I just smile and say, " you are almost out of light for reading". She smiles back saying "I got lost in the story, not realizing how late it has gotten". I tell her my name, she does the same. We chat about how warm the weather has finally turned. I ask if I may join her on the bench, she smiles and nods, pointing to the empty place beside her. We sit there watching all the different birding fluttering around. I tell her it looks like the birds are appreciating the end of the cold evenings. Sh

Memories
NOW THE TIME HAS COME, FOR US TO SAY GOODBYE, I'M LEAVEING YOU FOR A LITTLE WHILE, BUT I PROMISE I'LL BE BACK. I'LL THINK OF YOU ALWAYS I'LL PICTURE YOU IN MY HEAD, AND IN MY HEART A MEMORORY I'LL KEEP OF YOU FOREVER, DONT EVER GIVE UP HOPE,I CANNOT STOP MY FATE, THE TIME WILL COME SOMEDAY, I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU,I LOVED OUR TIME TOGETHER, AND I'LL HATE OUR TIME APART BUT NOW THAT TIME HAS COME FOR US TO SADLY PART.

A Memory Written On Sept. 14, 2006
Lie to me, Tell me we'll always be. Together we can do anything, Your touches and kisses make my heart sing. Your smile makes my heart skip a beat, When you look at me that way my heart drops to my feet. Without you I am nothing, Remember that you gave me that ring. You promised me once that you'd never leave, You really did deceive. How could you do this? You left me with nothing but a memory of our last kiss.

A Memory Is All I Have Left
On Friday January 25 2008 my little brother Joseph Tyree Bryant was shot down and killed by the one thing I hate most in the world a pussy with a fucking gun!!!! Because of this callous act of violence all I have left of my little brother are my memories and I would like to share some with you. When My little brother was born it was a difficult birth for my stepmom and he was oxygen deprived so they had to stay in the hospital for a week afterwards. I was there everyday and at that time I made a promise to Joey (That's what we all called him) that as his big brother i would always be there when he needed me and I would do my best to protect him from harm. And there I must apologize to him for I have failed. When Joey was 5 yrs old I took him to spend the weekend with me and on the second night he came to me and asked me why girls have bigger muscles than boys on their chest, needless to say i laughed so hard that my stomache hurt. When Joey was 10 he came to me and said that

Memories :(
wish i could just forget I hate it that when things happen .... they hurt us still weeks later... month later... sometimes years later... and u cant get it out of ur head... it just sticks there... and everything reminds u on it.... u hear a song... u walk a street... u read a sign... u see a face... and BOOM its back.... i am doing better at the moment... i only think every 2nd minute about what happened a month ago... i wish i could just forget it... and not think about it at all anymore... the first time i was just sitting home doing absoloutly nothing anymore... hoping things will be okay..... now i at least leave the house again.... and sometimes i have fun :) i feel like i waste so much time with being depressed about something i knew would go the way it did.... but why would u hold urself back when everything seem so perfect.....i always do the same mistakes again..... i hate it i dont really wanna talk about the details what happened.... but i feel bad... and i do

Memories
Valentines day brings back so many memories for me it is not even funny,I have had many a good valentines day when I was growing up, my father always remembered us girls on this day the sisters all got boxes of candy like I and they usually got new dolls or dresses,I on the other hand usually got tickets to either wrestling coming to town for my dad and I to have our day or even baseball tickets but alas I grew up and became a mom so those days are gone boy I miss them! Then there was the celebrations with Everett, they were all memories never to be forgotten we always bought the boys there presents from each of us and I bought my gift for him he never would tell me anything other than to get dressed we had places to go. Everett had made my valentines the best my own ex husband never could care less. Everett always made it seem like we were running errends for the house we would always go do the shopping and bill paying have a nice lunch and go home he usually made dinner on this day

Memorable First Meeting
The day started pretty bleak. woke up thinking about not hearing from Him the night before..He always calls me before bed I missed our naughty bed time talk, naturally thoughts of previous calls insinuate their way into my thoughts, memories of his sexy voice urging toward me orgasm cause a frustrating wetness I wonder where he is I hadn't heard from him all day yesterday... ohh well on with my day I thought to myself maybe I will see him online tonight . Day goes on haunted bye thoughts of web cams and phone calls imagining his hands stroking my skin .. keeping me perpetually hornier then hell. I decide a cold showers in order. Thinking of him while the cold beats down my skin doesn't really accomplish its original purpose. cold water sliding over hard nipples the exquisite shock of ice cold water running over the heated flesh of my pussy sending shivers deep into me. My hands start running over my body imagining they are his I just get to sliding my fingers deep into myself when the

Memories Of Time
Memories of time Sitting in a room, Re-living my whole life I came a cross my future, My future and the past The same they are today Where everything is new and, Old is everything. Locked in side the prison doors A piece of paper and a pen A thousand words to write my life, When in a moment I lived it all, The book of love the words of piece Every day it's the same day, Every night I go to bad Waking up in that same day.

Memories Of A Forgotten Past
He laid his head upon the ground, never realizing the treasure he'd found. Till one day he looked around, no where about his love in sight. So turn did he into despair, realizing to late his greatest loss. Assumed, was lazy, taken things for granted. Thinking he didn't need. Too late did he know his mistake, the greatest prize walked away. Never thinking what it'd be like, if the sun didn't rise the 'morrow. Always assuming it would be there forever, never questioning, taken for granted. Too lazy was he to tell her so, the secret desire tucked deep in his heart. Washed away, tears of sorrow. Love receding, faded, forgotten. A shell, a ghost, is all that’s left. humanity gone, compassion erased. Nothing left but nightmare and shadow. Fading away to memories of a forgotten past.

Memories
Seven years ago today, my first grandchild was born. little did i know at the time just how much of an impact that little boy would have on my life. and now in just a few short months, i'm going to be a grandma again. i ask that this child be born healthy and safe. i'll see you soon little one !

Memorial To A Friend
I saw you just last night Though I knew nothing would be changing The friendship we gained Left out in the rain As though I'd never see you again I sat in a daze with my mind off in a distance Thinking of the place where you now stay Not knowing what to do I stayed in my place Just thinking of the place you lay Neatly kept with a white picket fence A place that shows we care Cold in the winter and warm in the summer With birds chirping in the air Though laid to rest Your memory lives on Of the times You were at your best The night you left us will never be forgotten Our hearts are still filled with the pain The tears we cry For the night you died Fell like the hardest rain Though years will pass The pain will forever last I saw you just yesterday Please tell us what we can do To make the pain go away Though your spirit lives on May you rest in peace Eventually we will let the pain in our hearts finally cease Though death is not forever We will again all

Memories
making memories is an everyday thing you can't help your mind takes so much in everyday memories can be bad as well as good sure we would all like to only have good memories but thats not how life is. the good memories can make a bad day good and bring a smile to your face. bad memories can do the opposite we would lov to be able to erase the bad ones and only keep the good, but our mind wont let us. memories can bring heart ache memeories can bring questions, that may never in our life time be answered. some say in time the hurt that the a memory can bring will lessen this i dont believe i believe time lets you discover ways for you to handle your memories good and bad in my life i try not to hurt, manipulate, or take anyone that i have met for granted, everyone no matter who it is will bring something to your life, it may be as small as a hi or as gentle as a smile. i hope that when people meet me and take the time to know me that when they think of me it

The Memoirs Of An Analog Kid
The Memoirs of an Analog Kid ACT I A boy runs through a field unfettered, wild eyed and free, Racing through the tall grass, chasing Destiny. His heart, it burns with dreams, he yearns and sheds a lonely tear, For that aching presence calling him across these golden years. The warm, late summer sun shines down, bathing all in sight; Aided by a gentle breeze, the boy's reckless flight, Carries him on far beyond this summer afternoon, To a place in memory, forgotten all too soon. This boy of twelve long summers starts to sing a sacred song, Echoed by the voices of those who don't belong. Expectant pause, a righteous cause, his heart begins to beat, As he tears off through that valley, his feet winged and fleet. Coming at last to a sacred place from the golden dawn of youth, To a place he'll always cherish to find elusive Truth. With time to kill on a r

Memories
Thinking about days of the past Back into the shadows I am cast back to a time when life was grand then fate stepped in and dealt us a shitty hand A rain of bullets took his life that thought, still cuts open my wounds like a knife As his blood pooled on the cold hard ground I tried to scream but made no sound I held him in my arms as he took his last breath that night my heart was stolen by DEATH I wouldn't let him go, they had to rip his body free He'd still be alive it is wasn't for me He never knew I loved him, I was just a stupid Kid Because I was a coward, My feelings well Hid Now I stand at his grave, alone with my sarrow with out him alone, I face tomorrow selfishness cost me his life, a debt I cant repay So I live with my guilt day after day Slowly Im starting to live again Maybe I will find forgiveness, but I don't know when So I walk alone into the night and cry out in silence by the full moons Light DLK

Memory Trick Breaks Pc Encryption
Memory trick breaks PC encryption Because of their portability, laptops are particularly vulnerable Encrypted information held on a laptop is more vulnerable than previously thought, US research has shown. Scientists have shown that it is possible to recover the key that unscrambles data from a PC's memory. It was previously thought that data held in so-called "volatile memory" was only retained for a few seconds after the machine was switched off. But the team found that data including encryption keys could be held and retrieved for up to several minutes. "It was widely believed that when you cut the power to the computer that the information in the volatile memory would disappear, and what we found was that was not the case," Professor Edward Felten of the University of Princeton told BBC World Service's Digital Planet programme. Volatile memory is typically used in random access memory (RAM), which is used as temporary storage for programs and data when the

Memory....
This is Memory !!!! This woman has got a heart bigger then gold. Once again I'm doing another pimp out and its her turn.. Everyone if you don't have her as your friend then the time is now to add her.. She is really one of the most sweetest ladies on fubar.. Hey when I find them I share them.. Add/Fan and Rate her to death.. She works really hard on here and she will return the love... Just click right her on her pic and over to her profile you will be.. HI guys.. It's me Mizz Shady!!! Wazz up!! Another pimp out.. Plz add her and give her love.. Thank you guys.. Whos your daddy? lol Gota love it baby... Rock on.

Memorys
My dream was... disturbing. I only have time to record the part that I really remember which is the part which involved again Danielle. We were on a beach and I happened to notice her and I was telling whoever I was with (A male) who she was, she was mentioning her children to her friends and I didnt want her to notice me. He and I went into a glass windowed building and he noticed her right outside and so pointed. I figured what the hell and pressed my face against the glass and knocked. She made a gesture that I guess was rude by touching her nose and bringing the finger outward at me because my friend was like 'wow, she really is a bitch.' She left and he and I went down to the beach area and sat at these tables. I began telling him the history between Danielle and I while at the same time this red-headed friend was telling his friend a history of his own. He was in tears and I soon realised that our storys mingled and I remembered him in my dream and began to tell my fri

Memories
I am often telling stories to friends about growing up and my family. This almost always ends up with us laughing very hard and someone telling me I should write this all down and some even telling me it would make a great book...LOL I am not so sure about that but having a record of some of my fav's would be really cool. So I decided to blog it that way I can get a reaction from you all while I try to remember and keep track of all the crazy happenings in my family....reality TV has nothing on us!!! one of my favorite stories is about my Mom and Dad ...long before they had any of us girls. Dad used to say that was when you where just a twitch in my loins ( he was a strange man lol) They had married and immigrated to Canada. Were living in a renovated chicken coop of all places and had one of their first fights. I don't know about what I doubt that even Mom remembers that. Dad lost his cool however and grabbed the coffee pot and threw it out the kitchen window. Mom info

Memories
WHAT ARE MEMORIES? THERE ARE SPECIAL MEMORIES THAT ARE CHERISHED THROUGH THE YEARS. SOME ARE HAPPY ONE AND OTHER ARE TOUCHED BY TEARS. THE OLDER THEY GROW AND WITH THEIR AGE, THEY TAKE THE PLACE OF THE DAYS LONG AGO. THEY ARE PICTURES OF THE PAST FOR WHICH WE SOMETIMES YEARN, BUT WHICH WE KNOW SO WELL ARE GONE AND WHICH WE KNOW CANNOT RETURN. THEY HAVE NO MARKET VALUE IN OUR COMMERCE OF TODAY. THEY ARE NOT EVEN ANYTHING THAT WE CAN GIVE AWAY. AND YET THE MEMORIES CAN PLAY AND BE THE IMPORTANT PART IN TODAY. OR THEY MAY BE A HELP TO THE HEART FOR THE MEMORIES OF YESTERDAY. BY: SWEET ANGEL

Me Montrer Par Vos Yeux La Façon à Votre Ciel/show Me Through Your Eyes The Way To Your Heaven
*GERMAN: Und ich liebe Sie mehr als Wörter könnten je ausdrücken. Meine Körperurnen für Sie ungleicher anderer Mann, den ich je gewusst habe. Schmecken Sie meinen Tempel verbotener Vergnügen und sprechen Sie meinen Namen in eintönigem Gesang. Für ich will Sie anbeten, Sie zu fühlen, pochen innerhalb mich - es treibt mich verrückt nur, daran zu denken. Sie an Ihrem Schreibtisch - ich komme herein und überbrücke Sie, der sich nicht sorgt, der uns zuschaut. Unkontrollierte Gier für Sie, während ich Ihr Hemd aufknöpfe, öffnet Ihre Hose und massiert Ihren schwanz- Ihre untere Lippe - Ihren Hals beißend küssend. Gefühl macht die Hitze von meinem Körper Sie so hartes Pochen innerhalb mich macht mich nässe und kann so laut jeder hören stöhne. Aber ich sorge mich nicht, weil ich mit Ihnen bin. Zeigen Sie mich durch Ihre Augen der Weg zu Ihrem Himmel immer mein Liebhaber. Flüstern in Ihrer Sprache beschmutzt Dinge in meinem Ohr, macht mich so heiß für Sie, während ich meinen Mund stelle, auf de

Memories.........
I found you picture today. the one at the party New Years Eve. Remeber how much we drank? we never wanted to leave. And then there morning after the long night of making love theser the things i think about. Memories from up above. And the time we stayed up all night long playing games and talking by candles light. Next thing we knew it was morning sun was shining so bright And when we went to the falls you held me oh so tight you swore u would love me forever. These memories keep me up all night. *But with pain in my heart and a tear in my eye I go on... I wake up everyday and i pray.. but ur still gone.... Theres no easy way no matter how much i try... still have all these memories.. and i still cry. No matter what the day holds dont matter what's going on. you're always there in my memories.... i am never alone............

Memories
Mom and dad, I feel sad that the memories that we have are slowly fading away. No goodbyes or even a reason why. Mom and dad the memories I once cherished only make me cry, It seems that i could have never been the daughter that you had always wanted. I choose the road that i knew would cause me pain, but I never dreamed that you mom and dad would ever leave me behind. The tears you have caused, someday will be gone. Mom and dad the memories, good and bad i know werent always bad ones there was some good memories. But i can never go back, You choose to throw me out of your lives. You never evehought twice, about the pain you would cause. I am done being that daughter, that always looked up to you, It is time to put a closure, on the pain that has put a hold on my life. I must go on now without you. Mom and dad I feel so bad, that you didnt care enough to put my mistakes behind you, and be proud of the person i have become. I am much stronger now an

Memory
This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory? So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same. This may never start. I'll tear us apart. Can I be your enemy? Losing half a year. Waiting for you here I'd be your anything. So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same. This may never start. Tearing out my heart. I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. (I'd be your memory) Feelings disappear. Can I be your memory? So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster.

Memory Jogger About Goa To Be Added To When They Occur. For My Ref Only Really.
The flea, night and road side market stalls. Hampi in the care of the stall holders. Hampi station. Healing, massage, beach and prickly heat. The broken toilet and the shocked stewardess. For the love of Goa. The book story and caste away with the arrogant. Electricity, the things you need after 50. Drowning already dressed for the next world. The difference between gawk and hawk. The Talle heave ho or was it the rat droppings. An electric Thank You. Sam, Mandee and how to not travel, a bikers paradise lost and found a parking space down the drain/ditch+++ The banana festival. The tale of the holes in the ground and a stiking population.

Memo At Work
MEMO: Cursing at Work Dear Employees: It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their co-workers. Due to complaints received from some employees, who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated. We do, however, realize the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with co-workers. Therefore, a list of 18 New and Innovative 'TRY SAYING" phrases have been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner. Number 1 TRY SAYING: I think you could use more training. INSTEAD OF: You don't know what the f___ you're doing. Number 2 TRY SAYING: She's an aggressive go-getter. INSTEAD OF: She's a f___ing bit__. Number 3 TRY SAYING: Perhaps I can work late. INSTEAD OF: And when the f___ do you expect me to do this?

Memories
Memories I was thinking about my day and all the events that had taken place big and small things make up my day and somethings even put a smile upon my face was thinking about yesterday as my mind turned in that same familiar avenueRemembering the things I had thought and feltand these are the things that have kept me close to you. Little things that you have said and done come to me through out my day when its all been said and done, tell me my friend about me what can you say??? Mrs. Donna J. Gill

Memories Of You
Memories Of You You take the very life from me With each tear i shed The cuts in my heart bleed Sinking to my feet like lead Always was forever until the end And love knew no bounds Promises to always be my friend Are now but distant sounds Trust? doubt? fears run rampantly one right into another one Happiness keeps distantly Moving from me till there is none My fault or was it yours? hers? Doesnt really matter at all now Self blame covers me like many furs Their heaviness making me bow My soul bared wounds wide open The pain for everyone to see My love for you a vast ocean And the hurt i feel an endless sea There are no answers wrong or right For they escape my searching grasp Running from me into the dark night Sleep eludes me as time does lapse Permanantly etched on my heart Colored by love and memories That will always be a part thats kept hidden inside of me. RavensWitch © By RavensWitch On 6/18/2005 1:28:12 PM

Memories Of Time
Sitting in a room, Re-living my whole life I came a cross my future, My future and the past The same they are today Where everything is new and, Old is everything. Locked in side the prison doors A piece of paper and a pen A thousand words to write my life, When in a moment I lived it all, The book of love the words of piece Every day it's the same day, Every night I go to bad Waking up in that same day. Dan Ursoi Copyright ©2007 Dan Ursoi

Memories
my friend darcy was dating this guy timothy hutchinson but hated being alone liked her friends close so she asked me go out with them all the time it was awkward lol i liked her bf too much and was a 3rd wheel so he started bringing his cousing he was 15 almost 16 yeah please dont comment lol i was almost 23 he ended up thinking i walked on water followed me to the bars after he climbed out his bedroom window hed wait outside till i got drunk then walk me home always trying to cop a feel lol i didnt know my 14 year old sister had a crush on him or that they were dating until he dunpded her yeah ouch all summer the 4 of us were together always about a week before i was to leave for boston timmy invited us out to his island for the weekend the four of us on a small canadian island getting drunk having a big send off party we get to timmys island small only a house a little bit of land in the middle of the thousand island seaway we unload the boat putting up the supplies in the house dar

Memories Are Forever
*dedicated to all the little ones given their wings too early* Stolen moments,irreplacable,they will never be again Just as all the Aprils never give the same soft rain Time it moves without us,should we cease to flow with grace It does not wait,nor hesitate,to put us in our place While here,we're all we can be and we can only hope to give Something precious like fond memories of the time that we did live Nothing is assured for us but we should do our best to stand Stronger with each falling,of knowing heart and tender hand Be guided by the inner voice,that comes to you in restless sleep Listen to the Angels songs for the life they could not keep Dance with sorrow if you must and then let the grief fall by For the Angels given wings too soon,do not want to see you cry Let the memory of their tiny breaths,and their skin all soft and warm Be a reminder that for all the hurt,there's a shelter from the storm They may have gone away too soon,it may n

Memories Of The Ego Trips
Have you ever fucked up? well I can honestly say that I have fucked up in my life. Alot as a matter of fact. Usualy I would try not to worry about it, but it seems that i kept on fuckin up! Have you ever fucked up with someone who thought nothing but themselfs, but the felt the need to keep reminding you of your fuck ups and not read in between the lines, but they think that they are perfect and they can do no wrong? My inbetween the lines is the fact that I ask for forgiveness. But I won't get it for the simple fact that your cought up in your own little world of i am the victim. The world is against you, and nothing goes right for you soemthing along those lines. You think that I can't change?? Your right about that, but i did redefine myself for those who actualy give a shit about me NOT THEM FUCKIN SELFS. Too bad your not going to be around much longer to see the redefinition for yourself! You want to cry and bitch about shit like "oh you fucked me over blah blah blah".

Memories!
* You wanted to be on Star Search. (Didn't we all?) * You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off. Or even when he had those freaky eyes in "Thriller" at the end of the video. * You wore a banana clip or one of those slap on wrist bands at some point during your youth. * You wore French rolls on the bottom of your splatter painted jeans. * You had slouch socks, and puff painted your own shirt at least once. * You owned a doll with 'Xavier Roberts' signed on it's butt. * You knew what Willis was "talkin' 'bout." * You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, Wax off." * You can name at least half of the members of the elite "Brat Pack." * You can remember watching Full House and Saved by the Bell for endless hours. * You have seen at least 10 episodes of Fraggle Rock. * You know that another name for a keyboard is a "Synthesizer." * You'll always hold a special place in your heart for "Back to the Future." * You know where to go if you "wanna go

Memories
Wishing today was the days of my yesteryears, I might have changed a bit of my ways. Things could have been different, life would have been lighter I may have looked before leaping inside of myself. Must we wait until time has moved on to yearn for loves we have lossed, those bridges we burned, and rocks left unturned. Then only to find through the business of life we have not yet defined who we are and our own true selves. In spite of hard life lessons we learned, decisions we made and our own paths we paved. Then one day we awake and discover good or bad, happy or sad, whatever choices we made we arrived at this destination in spite of ourselves.

A Memorable Day
Decide right now to make this day a memorable one. Make use of the precious moments now available to you to do something you'll continue to remember and be thankful for, years and years from now. This very day is your opportunity to move life forward in a significant way. Choose to find your enjoyment today in making a real and enduring positive difference. Do you realize how fortunate you are to be able to transform the fleeting hours of this day into something that will continue to add value to the world long after this day is over? Can you see how profoundly fulfilling it will be to live this day in such a way that you can always look back upon it with grateful satisfaction? Just imagine living every day that way. Then, go beyond merely imagining it and start to continually live with a strong and abiding sense of true purpose. The whole universe spreads out in front of you. And anything is possible in this very moment. Make this day a beautiful and memorable one. Then r

Memories Are Forever
So, one day, driving on the Carefree Highway(the real one) me &my bf, Terry(the love of my life), were listening to GordonLightfoot cuz we fkn loved his music, "Beautiful" was T's song to me.....getting off the point.............Playing this song today...Terry passed a couple yrs ago........I remember us driving, and singing, and having not much in life but love n happiness.....we held hands and he's all"HEY!...Ya ever driven ON Carefree Highway, while listening to.....AND singing the song Carefree Highway"?...and I said, no....u? And he said no..........We laughed and sang and made out like school kids!!! My point..........Treasure every moment, and every person.........AND yes I know I'm cheesy...BUT, the lil things.....they can end up meaning the MOST!

Memories
There are a few things we all go through in our journey of life. one to which i like to think is the basis for existence, is the whole idea of right and wrong, such as what you say and do has an affect on those around you, what is safe to eat and what is not, determining whether something is dangerous or not, when to trust and when not to, etc, etc, etc. One thing i understand about life is rules. there are those nature has put in place, such as gravity, the need to eat, sleep, breathe, and so on. then there are those rules in which we TRY to govern ourselves, such as the 10 commandments, the fucking seatblet law, the helmet law when riding a motorcycle. even wearing socks on sunday in pennsylvania is a crime, probably never enforced anymore but regardless still a law. What i dont understand is why we try to restrict ourselves. Is not the basis for living to experience new and exciting adventures, to create amazing memories. Because in the end is that not all we have? you can not

The Memoirs Of An Analog Kid
Memoirs of an Analog Kid act 1 A boy runs through a field unfettered, wild eyed and free, Racing through the tall grass, chasing Destiny. His heart, it burns with dreams, he yearns - and sheds lonely tear, for that aching presence calling him across these golden years. The warm, late summer sun shines down, bathing all in sight; aided by a gentle breeze, the boy’s reckless flight, carries him on far beyond this summer afternoon, to a place in memory forgotten all too soon. This boy of twelve long summers starts to sing a sacred song, echoed by the voices of those who don’t belong. Expectant pause, a righteous cause, his heart begins to beat, as he tears off through that valley, his feet winged and fleet. Coming at last to a sacred place from the golden dawn of youth, to a place he’ll always cherish, to find elusive truth. With time to kill on a rolling hill, beneath a clear blue sky, to lie with arms behind his head and

Memorial Day
Happy Memorial Day. A Memorial Day Poem by Michelle Keim, 1999 As we stand here looking At the flags upon these graves Know these flags represent A few of the true American brave. They fought for their Country As man has through all of time Except that these soldiers lying here Fought for your country and mine. As we all are gathered here To pay them our respect Let's pass this word to others It's what they would expect. I'm sure that they would do it If it were me or you To show we did not die in vain But for the red, white and blue. Let's pass on to our children And to those who never knew What these soldiers died for It's the least we can do Let's not forget their families Great pain they had to bear Losing a son, father or husband They need to know we still care. No matter which war was fought On the day that they died I stand here looking at these flags Filled with American pride. So as the bugler plays out Taps With its sweet and eerie sound

Memorial Day Raffle..lol
We are holding a Memorial Day Raffle as a means to pay tribute and give back to our fellow fubarians. NO COMMENT BOMBING NO RATES NO RATE FAN AND ADDING JUST FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS BELOW. YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS OUT ON THIS GREAT OFFER! Starting TODAY we will be selling raffle tickets at 500 FU bucks, yes ONLY 500 fu bucks a ticket. There is no limit on the amount of tickets you purchase. You will be given a number on each ticket (just as shown below) which will be uploaded and you are to rip so we

Memories
a long walk on the beach, waves that caress the shore, as we walk hand in hand, tonight the stars shine for us, a gift from above, the moon smiles its radiance, like he approves of our friendship, the heavens can see it, the universe knows it, you can hear it whisper, everytime the windblows, A light fog moves in around us, from sea to sky, to protect us from those who dont like us, thats why we have memories, memories that cant be forgotten. bedrock

Memorial Day
Calling all service members and supporters!!! Memorial Day is almost here and this is the “We Support You” Parade. Please line up and let us show our support for the men and women of our Armed Forces past and present. Here are the rules: There will be 3 sections to this parade, you must fan/rate/and add everyone, and if you are supporter, past, or present. Everyone must fan/rate/and accept your request. If you have already added them, please leave them a comment letting them know you are joining the “We Support You” Parade. Present Service Members will not be required to buy everyone gifts. They ARE required to add/fan/rate everyone and let everyone know they are Present Service Members. First are the Supporters. When you fan/rate/and add please buy them a Military Yellow Ribbon. Second will be our Military Service Members of the Past. When you fan/rate/and add them, please buy them an American Flag. Then comes our Present Military Members. When

A Memory
Sail away , On a carpet made of memories , Holding on , To everything that you gave me , I say goodbye , With the heaviest of hearts , Fighting more , Would of made us fall apart , So now your there , A thousand miles away , Now im here , Missing you each day , I fall asleep , Thinking of your face , I wake to find , You are better than this place , So don't worry baby , I never stoped loving you , Don't worry baby , Theres nothing else I'd rather do , And all the things that we , say we can't control , All this time , We knew it in our souls , I always picked the road less traveled on , But I always walked that empty road alone , I wonder if your happy now , Your lifes finally taken you home , I smile when I think of you , It hurts that your gone , Theres not enough dreams in forever , I know you held on , But even in your darkest hours , Like a fool I let you go , And I can't take back yesterday , Tomorrows

Memorial Day Celebration, You Gotta Come!
Am givin away 20,000 fu bucks for my 200th member to subscribe with us. You interested!!? Come show ur Love n Support to our Military, Veterans & Families!! They deserve it ALL from us supporters!! On Behalf of SP2, we will also be hosting a Memorial Day Celebration on the weekend of Memorial day. We would like to welcome EVERYONE they deserve it! Hope to see you there! CUM AND ENTERTHE LOST SOULS LOUNGE!!!

Memoir
I suddenly lost my fiancee on July 29 2005, and still to this day, I still cannot believe it is true. I wait for him to walk in the door with his beautiful dark eyes and sweet smile. The loneliness is crippling at times and at times right after he passed away, leaving the house was so hard. The nightmares still happen from time to time although not nearly like they used to. I had one last Friday night. Was at a friends house and had had a few drinks and fell asleep on the couch only to be awoken with a nightmare..it was rather embarassing. I remember having to remove his name from documents and our joint bank account and how it felt so wrong, as if I was betraying him. I have a wonderful family and friends and without them, I surely wouldn't be here today. In fact, I know I wouldn't. When he passed away, my whole world seemed to come crashing down around me, and I felt as though I was only exisiting, not living. There was a point in my life when All I could think of was

Memories?
I sit alone in a room where the only light shining are the glowing images appearing out of the television. You may start to wonder "what is she watching?' but the answers are not clear. I see nothing.. I am immeresed in nothing but thought, surrounded by doorways every where I look. Each door looks more promising than the one before, yet I sense trouble no matter which one is opened. I pull back within myself, deep almost unreachable. I pull my knees close in to my chest and hug them as I burry my head and try to escape visions that flash before me. So many corridors to run through, all leading nowhere. There must be an end there must be some sort of destination, but alas I am beginning to feel doubt. I am standing now, I reach into myself and pull on the one thing that will get me through, courage, followed by my strength and determination, hoping that none will fail me. As I gather myself in to one, flashes of childhood memories run right past me, like the time I was little and play

Memoired Memories
walking in the shadows of a past life vivid visions of a widowed wife 2 my blind eyes 4 the wise & everything that 1 has come 2 despise in this corrior dimly lit old voices speak & deth reaps sounds of crying childeren in my ears foil hopelessly crying out 4 no 1 2 hear my soul will spoil shed a tears over the television to be heard with this one word hold true why i cry cry cry 4 living these lies lies lies disregard just ................. disregard

Memories
Written by Paul Cain This is all i have left You make my life shine brighter each and every day always staying by my side never hesitating with any words you say Your smile saves me in my dreams right before i fall you mean more than the world to me with you i feel i have it all If theres one thing i could take from you to help ease your bleeding heart would be all the bad mistakes id make them vanish before they start I know its hard to forget the past to move on from things that shouldn't be thankfully its not so hard now that they vanish everytime you are with me.

Memories Are Just Where You Laid Them
I can so relate to this song. Memories are just where you laid them Drag the waters �till the depths give up their dead What did you expect to find? Was there something you left behind? Don�t you remember anything I said when I said Don�t fall away, and leave me to myself Don�t fall away and leave love bleeding In my hands, in my hands again Leave love bleeding In my hands, in my hands Love lies bleeding Oh hold me now I feel contagious Am I the only place that you�ve left to go She cries her life is like Some movie black and white Dead actors faking lines Over and over and over again she cries Don�t fall away, and leave me to myself Dont fall away, and leave love bleeding In my hands, in my hands again Leave love bleeding In my hands, in my hands Love lies bleeding And I wanted You turned away You don�t remember, but I do You never even tried Don�t fall away and leave me to myself Don

Memorial Day Celebration, Come On Everyone!!
Am givin away 20,000 fu bucks for my 200th member to subscribe with us. You interested!!? Come show ur Love n Support to our Military, Veterans & Families!! They deserve it ALL from us supporters!! CLick the pic above and come have you some fun! Also, on behalf of SP2, we will be hosting a Memorial Day Celebration for ALL those that served our country in some way! We hope to see you there, come thank them, support them, respect them! They will love it and appreciate it more than we know!!

A Memory From Long Ago..
So today was your last day. //You'll never know a lot of things. // I can't believe I've known you for over a year! A year ago I was a different person. We all grow up, we all change. There are a lot of wrong things I did... but the more I think about it, the only way to say you live your life right, is by cancelling out the wrongs. // You were wrong from the start. I knew somewhere deep down but I enjoyed all the words you told me that I've never heard before so passionately. It was so easy to believe you. // I should have known after our first convo, that you were all wrong. You even deleted me/blocked me from one of your many screen names that is. But your mistake was giving me another sn. And mine was for adding anyone under the sun.// After a few months you came online, I didn't recognize the name, but only after a few words you uttered I recognized the person. Cocky, smart,sexual, a womanizer for sure....but there was something. And you were impressed by my memory and how I reme

Memorial Day
In these uncertain times, we realize more than ever the vital importance of the men and women who serve in our country's military. On Memorial Day, we pay tribute to our fellow countrymen who died in wartime, fighting to preserve the freedoms we enjoy today. On this solemn day, let us also remind ourselves that we must not take these freedoms for granted, but gratefully remember the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice to protect them.

Memorial Day Lets Celebrate!!
Alright its time for that memorial day weekend celebration, and we look foward to remembering those that serve, have served our country/government in some way, and lets not forget them families too!! So on behalf of Soldiers Playground2, we extent MANY invitations to EVERYONE in fubar to come join us. NO STRINGS ATTACHED, its all up to you whether you want to stay and join the family, no pressure. All we ask is for you to come join us for the fun, showing support, respect, that these people rightfully deserve. So come on down to SP2 and show them what you got, click the tag below all we ask is to PLEASE follow the rules its only a 1 strike deal! Also PLEASE put this ribbon as ur default pic the WHOLE weekend, starting May 23-26... Please tell EVERYONE in FUBAR, ur friends, family, fans, those ur fans of. SHOW THEM WE CARE, WE LOVE EM, WE SUPPORT THEM, WE RESPECT THEM!! AND don't forget most of all, to THANK THEM!! Hope to see you there!! Thank you! Owner & co owner of SP2-Michele

Memorial Day
Just a quick note for everybody out there, especially those in the United States It is the time to honor our veterans that have fallen so that we could remain the land of the free. The generations since World War II have not known the sacrifices that had to be made by them. We may not agree with the reasons politicians send them to war, but we have to back them for it is these people that allow all of us to say and do the things we do everyday. Even the forgotten heroes, the police and the fire department. All these people serve so that we can sleep peacefully at night. So if you see a veteran, police officer or fireman in the next couple of days, please take time out of your busy schedule to thank them for their service. Sexy Comments & Profile GraphicsIn Memorandum on Memorial Day, God Bless You and grant you eternal rest.

Memorial Day Weekend Plans
This weekend there will be tons of people out of town.. and I will finally be one of them. I don't have money, nor gas, but fuck it I am doing it. I am tired of always being home on Memorial Day weekend. It is always beautiful (watch it turn really shitty, my luck) and I always miss it! I am always working or sick! This time I am going out, getting a boat, getting some poles (yes that kind too :P) and getting my fun on! I hope ya'll will join me in celebrating life. Memorial Day is a day to remember all the soldiers and sailors past, present and future. I will do just that.. as I believe they would not want us to wallow in pity, shame or regret! Live life to the fullest! Hopefully I will be back in a decent time, to do some not so decent naked fun.. as I will continue my tradition of masturbating for our soldiers on Rude! I hope to see you there Monday night!

Memorial Day - Rip Larry Parks Jr.
So now here I sit knowing that next month is going to be one of the hardest ever. Memorial Day is on Monday and I want to tell everyone I meet to remember those lost and carry on their memories, but secretly I want to stay in my bed under the covers not believing that He is one of the ones we have to remember. Larry Parks Jr. was one of the greatest men to ever live. Of all morals and dreams to live on, he lived on the best. He gave me such hope and love, he helped me when I thought I was at my lowest. He saw beauty in me that I didn't know existed. Then, he gave me the greatest gift any man could give a woman, a chance to be a mom. I had our beautiful little girl in August of 06. They never got the chance to meet until this time last year, before he left for Iraq. My baby was 8 months old the first time they met. He smiled at her and said she had his eyes, and from that moment on there was a connection when they looked at eachother. Before he left he told me to take care of her, I

Memorial Day
While many of us are enjoying the "official" beginning of summer and BBQing and drinking and with family and friends, many of us fellow Americans are not. I hope everyone on here would know the true meaning of Memorial Day. It is not just a day off for many as our soldiers overseas do not have the day off. As a veteran of active duty and a reservist now, I think about our soldiers overseas everyday as I know many of them personally. Let's take the time while we are enjoying our holiday weekend to think and remember those overseas fighting a useless "war" but still doing their duty and those who haven't and won't make it back alive to see their family and loved ones again. Never take a day for granted and tell those that you love, how much they mean to you today, cause tomorrow is never promised! B safe this weekend!

Memorial Day
MEMORIAL DAY A time for picnics, time off work - Vacations and the "Indy" - A holiday, too often times We forget what, it should be. A time to pay respect to those Who rallied to the battle cry - Who gave their lives for liberty - Those freedoms for you and I. Such a waste of brave young souls - Some still struggling through their youth Who faced and fell willingly Before wartimes' awful truth. So as we share this holiday With our friends or family - Take a moment to give thanks to Those who died so we'd stay free. Let us strive for world peace - For the end of greed and hate - For next time, after "the war" It just may be too damned late.

Memorial Day Tribute!
They Have Given Us So Much Don't You Think Its Time To Give Some Back? I Pledge To Love And Support All Members Of The Military I Will Do My Part And Stand Behind Them 100% No Matter Where I Am No Matter How Bad Things May Seem .. I Know They Give It Their All And I Am Willing To Give Back To Them I Thank You All For Putting Your Own Lives On The Back Burner To Protect Our Country And Give Us Our Freedom .. Support Our Soldiers Both Past And Present They Have Done And Are Still Doing A Tremendous Job!!! Go To Your Friends List Now And See If You Have Any Past Or Present Military Members If You Do Send Them A Thank You Pimp Them Out Send A Gift Or Buy Them A Drink Something Is Better Than Nothing At All... If You Don't Have A Member Of The Military On Your List Find One And F/A/R Them Do This As A Token Of Appreciation In Honor Of The One's Who Have Served And Came Home Hurt And In Memory Of Those We Have Lost!!!! And For Those

Memorial Day
* IN MEMORY OF KINKY KITTEN AND I~S GRANDFATHER* I Stand Before You I stand before you all today But not one eye can see my way My time arrived, to leave this earth A fact so planned, to every birth It happened where I had to go My torch for life was so aglow I transferred while in uniform Protecting freedom, through a storm Should I resent I died for you Not on my life, red white and blue Please help my family through each day Tell all my friends, try not to stray And of the country I did love Do think of me, through God above Your memories, brought forth this day Send love to us, who could not stay ©2001Roger J.Robicheau Former SP5 US Army Toby KeithAmerican SoldierMusic Video Codes By Music Jesus.com

Memorial Day
The soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said,"No, Lord, I guess I ain't Because those of us who carry guns Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because the streets are awfully tough But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just too steep, And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear, And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand, I never exp

Memorial Day
With Memorial day right around the corner i would like to take the time to thank all of The men and women who have served this country in the pursuit of freedom and happiness!!! I have reflected back and looked back at all the wars that we have fought and the ways they have ended....War is not a pretty thing. Just ask the Japanese that survived the blasts from the two A-Bombs that hit them. I am not saying we are wrong i am simply saying how come we cant find a more Civil way to Resolve issues?? Again lets reflect this weekend on all the men and women and children that have kept this country safe and secure for us and lets not forget all the wars we have fought to keep this country where it is today!!

Memorial Day
i can not help that i am crying for the stories i see of the men suffering to be so brave as to rush to aid to put oneself in line of fire i cry all the men dying now all the men who died before cry for all who suffered and is marked marked for life the horrors of war i know it must be to save the freedoms that many have already died to gain from the beginning of 1760's to those dying for freedom in 2008 graves are marked souls are marked families are marked mark them all as free i am free to remember all must be to be free and i am free remember to thank a serviceman