Combatmidget's blog: "Life"

You Can Only Type ONE Word. Not as easy as you might think. Now copy and paste into your blog and tag 5 ppl to do the same. Leave a comment to let us know you have done it, AND LEAVE THEM A COMMENT TO LET THEM KNOW THEY HAVE BEEN TAGGED. It's really hard to only use one-word answers! 1. Where is your cell phone? here 2. Your significant other? here 3. Your hair? greying 4. Your mother? alive 5. Your father? dead 6. Your favorite thing? love 7. Your dream last night? none 8. Your favorite drink? soda 9. Your dream/goal? happiness 10. The room you're in? den 11. Music? none 12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? alive 14. Where were you last night? home 15. What you're not? young 16. Muffins? no 17. One of your wish list items? health 18. Where you grew up? Alabama 19. The last thing you did? fubar 20. What are you wearing? pj's 21. TV? off 22. Your pets? none 23. Your computer? dell 24. Your life? good 25. Your mood? happy 26. Missing someone? yes 27. Favorite Store? Walmart 30. Your summer? coming 31. Like someone? naturally 32. Your favorite color? purple 33. When is the last time you laughed? tonight 34. Last time you cried? 1/29/09 I tagged Aries1001,Taintedrage,Oab, disciple Tab, BooBooKitty

The group will consist of 10 members. Names will be drawn n listed in order. You have 3 days to rate every picture of choosen member. Every 4th day it will be a different member. Please rate during Happy Hour and only rate 10's you can rate 11's but that is up to you. This is for rating pictures only If you are planning on doing an auto 11 please let us know in advance. If for some reason you are unable to rate a member due to being gone, pc or internet problems please let us know. However you will be expected to catch all ratings up once you return. This is only for people who are serious about rating and helping each other level. Slackers will not be tolerated. This is by invite only. If you are interested please leave a comment.

Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereon with respect. Remain close to the Great Spirit. Show great respect for your fellow beings. Work together for the benefit of all Mankind. Give assistance and kindness wherever needed. Do what you know to be right. Look after the well being of mind and body. Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good. Be truthful and honest at all times. Take full responsibility for your actions. Let us greet the dawn of a new day when all can live as one with nature and peace reigns everywhere. Oh Great Spirit, bring to our brothers the wisdom of Nature and the knowledge that if her laws are obeyed this land will again flourish and grasses and trees will grow as before. Guide those that through their councils seek to spread the wisdom of their leaders to all people. Heal the raw wounds of the earth and restore to our soul the richness which strengthens men's bodies and makes them wise in their councils. Bring to all the knowledge that great cities live only through the bounty of the good earth beyond their paved streets and towers of stone and steel

I found Thee in my heart, O Lord, As in some secret shrine; I knelt, I waited for Thy word, I joyed to name Thee mine. I feared to give myself away To that or this; beside Thy altar on my face I lay, And in strong need I cried. Those hours are past. Thou art not mine, And therefore I rejoice, I wait within no holy shrine, I faint not for the voice. In Thee we live; and every wind Of heaven is Thine; blown free To west, to east, the God unshrined Is still discovering me.

Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree— The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now And deck thee with the holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He may still leave thy garland green.

AS many stars as are aglow Deep in the hollows of the night As many as the flowers that blow Beneath the kindling light; As many as the birds that fly Unpiloted across the deep; As many as the clouds on high, And all the drops they weep; As many as the leaves that fall In autumn, on the withering lea, When wind to thundering wind doth call, And sea calls unto sea; As many as the multitude Of quiet graves, where mutely bide The wicked people and the good, Laid softly side by side;-- So many thoughts, so many tears, Such hosts of prayers, are sent on high, Seeking, through all Man's perished years, A love that will not die.

TO you who dwell withdrawn, above The world's tumultuous strife, And, in an atmosphere of love, Have triumphed over life; To you whose heart has kept so young Beneath the weight of years, I give these passion flowers of song, Still wet with undried tears. You too have trod that stony path Which steeply winds afar, And seen, through nights of storm and wrath, The bright and Morning Star; Where, shining o'er the Alps of time On valleys full of mist, It beckons us to peaks sublime, Oh, brave Idealist

ALONE, remote, nor witting where I went, I found an altar builded in a dream -- A fiery place, whereof there was a gleam So swift, so searching, and so eloquent Of upward promise, that love's murmur, blent With sorrow's warning, gave but a supreme Unending impulse to that human stream Whose flood was all for the flame's fury bent. Alas! I said, -- the world is in the wrong. But the same quenchless fever of unrest That thrilled the foremost of that martyred throng Thrilled me, and I awoke . . . and was the same Bewildered insect plunging for the flame That burns, and must burn somehow for the best

Garden THERE is a fenceless garden overgrown With buds and blossoms and all sorts of leaves; And once, among the roses and the sheaves, The Gardener and I were there alone. He led me to the plot where I had thrown The fennel of my days on wasted ground, And in that riot of sad weeds I found The fruitage of a life that was my own. My life! Ah, yes, there was my life, indeed! And there were all the lives of humankind; And they were like a book that I could read, Whose every leaf, miraculously signed, Outrolled itself from Thought's eternal seed, Love-rooted in God's garden of the mind.