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justam

pandora wrote:

oh pretty

I love this picture!

Godfather.

A wonderland of warm fuzzy feelings
where love is everywhere
and everybody knows your name.


Godfather.

pandora

It is Christmastime.....
not another soul in sight.

The freezing rain hits the ground in a shiny pitter patter,
the gleam magnified by the twinkling lighted trees.
A fine ice glaze is drizzled over the city,
sweet, like icing on a fresh cinnabon.

Not another soul in sight....
it is Christmastime.

In the distance I hear church bells.
I am reminded of the true meaning of the shininess,
of the beauty that is here.
My high heel shoes and the chilly evening air
keep me slipping along,
searching....

Searching for the smile,
for the lights reflection in another's eyes
and the sound of breathing that warms me.

It is Christmastime,
not another soul in sight.....

I am surrounded by beauty and wealth
but without someone to share it with I have little.

This, the true meaning of Christmas,
souls sharing, souls giving, souls loving.

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZ6yQgBvuoI

the wolf

Did you know?

did you know there are roving gangs of Indians
on a warpath up north?
neither did I
did you know history is just that,
and we should just move on?
neither did I

did you know if we neglect our past sins,
and justify the means,…
we will surely meet our end?
no?
I didn’t think so

did you know if we cannot find our peoples actions,..
the atrocities committed by our grandfathers fathers,
disgusting,..
then we are destined to repeat the same mistakes?
you do?
really?

the past is prologue.

StillHere

the wolf wrote:

Did you know?

did you know there are roving gangs of Indians
on a warpath up north?
neither did I
did you know history is just that,
and we should just move on?
neither did I

did you know if we neglect our past sins,
and justify the means,…
we will surely meet our end?
no?
I didn’t think so

did you know if we cannot find our peoples actions,..
the atrocities committed by our grandfathers fathers,
disgusting,..
then we are destined to repeat the same mistakes?
you do?
really?

the past is prologue.

I knew it, but I'm glad you reminded us
we all need reminding

the wolf

Tonight,..
we shall reveal our wings,.
and fly to freedom.

tremors

pandora wrote:

oh pretty

Wide aisles
Miles of smiles
A shiver
Or a shudder?
Been going on so long now
I hardly know the difference
I still feel the cold
Outside
But that winter chill
Inside has thawed
My shoes
Hug my feet these days
Soft fitted leather
And I smile as we pass by
You clutching your shopping
Me clutching my memories
So tight for fear they'll escape
And run rampant down
These glowing city streets

StillHere

tremors wrote:

pandora wrote:

oh pretty

Wide aisles
Miles of smiles
A shiver
Or a shudder?
Been going on so long now
I hardly know the difference
I still feel the cold
Outside
But that winter chill
Inside has thawed
My shoes
Hug my feet these days
Soft fitted leather
And I smile as we pass by
You clutching your shopping
Me clutching my memories
So tight for fear they'll escape
And run rampant down
These glowing city streets

that's awesome
just perfect

pandora

BinauralJam

pandora wrote:

What is it?

tremors

BinauralJam wrote:

pandora wrote:

What is it?

Don't worry too much about what it is. Try looking at it and putting down whatever words come into your mind. Go on BinauralJam, I know you want to!

BinauralJam

they look like underwater running lights to a Phish Jamborie. originally i had Fish, then i thought that was cooler to be honest.

acrossssSsssshittt

the wolf wrote:

Did you know?

did you know there are roving gangs of Indians
on a warpath up north?
neither did I
did you know history is just that,
and we should just move on?
neither did I

did you know if we neglect our past sins,
and justify the means,…
we will surely meet our end?
no?
I didn’t think so

did you know if we cannot find our peoples actions,..
the atrocities committed by our grandfathers fathers,
disgusting,..
then we are destined to repeat the same mistakes?
you do?
really?

the past is prologue.

good stuff wolf.. the past is everything... and history matters always... always

when motherfuckers say move on, it's all in the past - I say fuck off

pandora

pandora wrote:

To find the innocence, the wonderment from a child's eye.
A quest each Christmas.
To believe, in something..... again
Without question.
Without logic clouding the mind
and stifling true feelings.
Logic that keeps us from being free.
Free to celebrate
Free to just Be.

Yankee lights, large bulbs of red, blue, gold and green
strung carefully over the evergreens
frame the tiny brick cape cod in the small suburb of Milwaukee.
On the rooftop Santa and sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer
magically move in the child's eye.
Bundled warm she stands
as the snowflakes land on her face and her outstretched tongue.
It is so very quiet,
just the sound of Mama's shovel scrapping the driveway clean.
The snow brings a brightness to the holiday evening and to her heart.
Eyes wide as each lighted bulb melts the snow
and forms a colorful cave of wonderment,
more beautiful with each falling flake.
Knee deep she trudges up to the bushes,
peeks in to see the bulb deep within the snow.
Magical the colors,
magical is Christmas....
still magical the memory of the yankee lights in the snow.

Godfather.

pandora wrote:

pandora wrote:

To find the innocence, the wonderment from a child's eye.
A quest each Christmas.
To believe, in something..... again
Without question.
Without logic clouding the mind
and stifling true feelings.
Logic that keeps us from being free.
Free to celebrate
Free to just Be.

Yankee lights, large bulbs of red, blue, gold and green
strung carefully over the evergreens
frame the tiny brick cape cod in the small suburb of Milwaukee.
On the rooftop Santa and sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer
magically move in the child's eye.
Bundled warm she stands
as the snowflakes land on her face and her outstretched tongue.
It is so very quiet,
just the sound of Mama's shovel scrapping the driveway clean.
The snow brings a brightness to the holiday evening and to her heart.
Eyes wide as each lighted bulb melts the snow
and forms a colorful cave of wonderment,
more beautiful with each falling flake.
Knee deep she trudges up to the bushes,
peeks in to see the bulb deep within the snow.
Magical the colors,
magical is Christmas....
still magical the memory of the yankee lights in the snow.

WOW ! Pandi you nailed Christmas, XLNT work.

Godfather.

pandora

:wave: Hi Godfather and thanks!
Happy Holidays to you

the wolf

last breath

I wiped her face,.
the bile from her mouth, and nose
I cleaned her up the best I could,..
she was helpless
defeated,..
I was afraid to move her,..
she felt so,... frail
I was terrified I would break her,..
gently,..
I picked her up,..
and carried her to her deathbed.

pandora

the wolf wrote:

last breath

I wiped her face,.
the bile from her mouth, and nose
I cleaned her up the best I could,..
she was helpless
defeated,..
I was afraid to move her,..
she felt so,... frail
I was terrified I would break her,..
gently,..
I picked her up,..
and carried her to her deathbed.

So sad Steve, I'm sorry....


this reminds me of Jake's passing.


He had a tumor in his nasal cavity, lots of discharge and drool.
He weakened and couldn't walk the last couple days of his life.
We made the appointment to have him put to sleep but he passed earlier that same day.

I carried him to his bed where he passed, my precious Jakey.


Here he is a few Christmas' past...old Man of 14...a very bad boy but I loved him dearly
and miss him more.

StillHere

the wolf wrote:

last breath

I wiped her face,.
the bile from her mouth, and nose
I cleaned her up the best I could,..
she was helpless
defeated,..
I was afraid to move her,..
she felt so,... frail
I was terrified I would break her,..
gently,..
I picked her up,..
and carried her to her deathbed.

i'm sooo sorry
i can't help but cry
for i know your pain
all too well
she is with hankie and jake now
and i'm so so sorry
your tears are my tears
and i cry for us all




you know, i was seriously thinking about getting a pup for the little kids for the holidays, a shelter pup like hankie was, but now, with the tears streaming down so hard i can't even see what i'm typing, i just don't know if i can

god, who knew this could be so hard
so so hard

huge hugs to you steve
and to you pandi
may our memories remain clear

eddie said it all so perfectly when he wrote this

If I don't fall apart,.... will the memories stay clear
So you had to go,......... and I had to remain here

But the strangest thing to date
So far away
And yet you feel so close
And I'm not gonna question it any other way

pandora

StillHere wrote:

the wolf wrote:

last breath

I wiped her face,.
the bile from her mouth, and nose
I cleaned her up the best I could,..
she was helpless
defeated,..
I was afraid to move her,..
she felt so,... frail
I was terrified I would break her,..
gently,..
I picked her up,..
and carried her to her deathbed.

i'm sooo sorry
i can't help but cry
for i know your pain
all too well
she is with hankie and jake now
and i'm so so sorry
your tears are my tears
and i cry for us all

Hey Jo
I love his name Hankie, you know, that is just so sweet, just like him.
It's hard the first Christmas, my heart goes out to you both.