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ms. wes c.addle wrote:I'm pretty sure that life is just about perfect...
I'm so happy for you !!!!!!!!!!!*********************************************************************************************0 -
If the future seems
overwhelming,
remember that it comes
one moment at a time.
Wish you were here...
♥~RIP Dad0 -
today was a good day...i needed that0
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goddamnmuthafuckitalltohell.hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say0 -
catefrances wrote:goddamnmuthafuckitalltohell."...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”0 -
that little brown nose pointed up to the sky wiggles back and forth
eyes half closed
I follow suit just to see what's up
is it the honeysuckle filling the air?
the occasional sweet rose smell
the jasmine
the musky morning damp pine straw
the tepid pond water
is it the oil gas smell from the neighbor mowing?
or the fresh cut lawn left behind
our eyes meet brown and green
I smile but he can't follow suit, my dear friend
For a moment we seem to read each others thoughts and I know
someone somewhere is cooking breakfast
though I have no proof but the look in his eyePost edited by pandora on0 -
pandora wrote:that little brown nose pointed up to the sky wiggles back and forth
eyes half closed
I follow suit just to see what's up
is it the honeysuckle filling the air?
the occasional sweet rose smell
the jasmine
the musky morning damp pine straw
the tepid pond water
is it the oil gas smell from the neighbor mowing?
or the fresh cut law left behind
our eyes meet brown and green
I smile but he can't follow suit, my dear friend
For a moment we seem to read each others thoughts and I know
someone somewhere is cooking breakfast
though I have no proof but the look in his eye0 -
blenderman69 wrote:pandora wrote:that little brown nose pointed up to the sky wiggles back and forth
eyes half closed
I follow suit just to see what's up
is it the honeysuckle filling the air?
the occasional sweet rose smell
the jasmine
the musky morning damp pine straw
the tepid pond water
is it the oil gas smell from the neighbor mowing?
or the fresh cut law left behind
our eyes meet brown and green
I smile but he can't follow suit, my dear friend
For a moment we seem to read each others thoughts and I know
someone somewhere is cooking breakfast
though I have no proof but the look in his eye
thank you always Dan0 -
pandora wrote:blenderman69 wrote:pandora wrote:that little brown nose pointed up to the sky wiggles back and forth
eyes half closed
I follow suit just to see what's up
is it the honeysuckle filling the air?
the occasional sweet rose smell
the jasmine
the musky morning damp pine straw
the tepid pond water
is it the oil gas smell from the neighbor mowing?
or the fresh cut law left behind
our eyes meet brown and green
I smile but he can't follow suit, my dear friend
For a moment we seem to read each others thoughts and I know
someone somewhere is cooking breakfast
though I have no proof but the look in his eye
thank you always Dan0 -
There's nothing like waking up to nightmares and being so distracted by them that you wash your last pair of contact lens down the sink. :shock:
I'm going to be looking like a librarian in glasses for the next week or so. :? :oops: .&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0 -
Hail a Home
I have no site to see.
Gaze out above my plain, no.
Ground under the earthen plateau, yes.
With pebbles in the clefts of my ears.
Do they focus sound?
Since I'm liberated, it doesn't hurt so much.
Co-dependent on my neighbor's shopping cart of moral redundancy.
Death seems to call, "go away!"
When I focus sound, never cease.
Missing shoelace might increase the tug.
Across the midwest you will steal for me.
The keen, fastly sleeping dominaut, gone to naught.
In creasing paper output to coals.
There is warmth under the grind.
Not far behind scowling appears common.
We're not needy; we have needs.
Columns of traffic hum are a restful steed.
In mine are the staves of culture, the missing, the plain.0 -
my instant thought i wrote on a envelope 23 minutes ago...
I have nothing,
everything is everywhere
for me.
For me,
emptiness is all a thought,
an unopened door.
No doorway do I find,
all windows are broken
yet solid as stone
to see through.
A mind surrounding a galaxy
opens eternity.for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
BP87683 wrote:Hail a Home
I have no site to see.
Gaze out above my plain, no.
Ground under the earthen plateau, yes.
With pebbles in the clefts of my ears.
Do they focus sound?
Since I'm liberated, it doesn't hurt so much.
Co-dependent on my neighbor's shopping cart of moral redundancy.
Death seems to call, "go away!"
When I focus sound, never cease.
Missing shoelace might increase the tug.
Across the midwest you will steal for me.
The keen, fastly sleeping dominaut, gone to naught.
In creasing paper output to coals.
There is warmth under the grind.
Not far behind scowling appears common.
We're not needy; we have needs.
Columns of traffic hum are a restful steed.
In mine are the staves of culture, the missing, the plain.
clever
i like it a lotfor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
I want to see him again. *sigh*0
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small town beck wrote:I want to see him again. *sigh*0
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last evening one of my neighbor's left their apt. keys in their mail box. so i left a note on his door and held on to them. this morning when he knocked on the door to pick them up... his genuine graditute that i had found them (rather than some shady person with ill intent) made my day*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
angels share laughter
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prism wrote:last evening one of my neighbor's left their apt. keys in their mail box. so i left a note on his door and held on to them. this morning when he knocked on the door to pick them up... his genuine graditute that i had found them (rather than some shady person with ill intent) made my day
He knew he was lucky you were the person who found them!&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0 -
"If you get a chance, take it.
If it changes your life, let it."
Wish you were here...
♥~RIP Dad0 -
I have a lot of stuff to do today! :geek:&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0
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