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  • acrossssSsssshittt
    acrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    the wolf wrote:
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    you who made me belong
    and it was you who left me alone
    ...
    that makes my heart
    and these sad trees
    bleed.


    this is so real man... every so often, your words make me feel as if I ain't alone in feeling what I feel... thank you
  • the wolf
    the wolf Posts: 7,027
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    Peace, Love.

    "To question your government is not unpatriotic --
    to not question your government is unpatriotic."
    -- Sen. Chuck Hagel
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    the wolf wrote:
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    cool I'll think about that a little
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
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  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    the wolf wrote:
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    this evening I set out on my own
    the cold air stung in my lungs
    I walked the old country road
    the one you liked so much
    and tried to remember
    the last time
    you and I were here together
    as the winter sun
    began to fade from
    the sky
    I noticed the sad trees
    maybe for the first time?
    lining the road,..
    like tall soldiers
    in honour of a fallen brother
    I believe
    they are in parade formation for you
    for it was you who showed me the way
    it was you who gave me love
    it was you who gave me hope
    you who made me belong
    and it was you who left me alone
    and broken
    so maybe they gather for me?
    I don’t think so,..
    but maybe.
    I may never be sure,..
    may never know
    but as the snow crunches
    beneath my boots
    and the breeze snakes
    between the leaves
    I know its missing YOU
    that makes my heart
    and these sad trees
    bleed.
    This would be a favorite, thanks Steve :D
  • StillHere
    StillHere Posts: 7,795
    the wolf wrote:
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    this evening I set out on my own
    the cold air stung in my lungs
    I walked the old country road
    the one you liked so much
    and tried to remember
    the last time
    you and I were here together
    as the winter sun
    began to fade from
    the sky
    I noticed the sad trees
    maybe for the first time?
    lining the road,..
    like tall soldiers
    in honour of a fallen brother
    I believe
    they are in parade formation for you
    for it was you who showed me the way
    it was you who gave me love
    it was you who gave me hope
    you who made me belong
    and it was you who left me alone
    and broken
    so maybe they gather for me?
    I don’t think so,..
    but maybe.
    I may never be sure,..
    may never know
    but as the snow crunches
    beneath my boots
    and the breeze snakes
    between the leaves
    I know its missing YOU
    that makes my heart
    and these sad trees
    bleed.

    sad sad sad
    but very good
    peace,
    jo

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  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    the wolf wrote:
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    this evening I set out on my own
    the cold air stung in my lungs
    I walked the old country road
    the one you liked so much
    and tried to remember
    the last time
    you and I were here together
    as the winter sun
    began to fade from
    the sky
    I noticed the sad trees
    maybe for the first time?
    lining the road,..
    like tall soldiers
    in honour of a fallen brother
    I believe
    they are in parade formation for you
    for it was you who showed me the way
    it was you who gave me love
    it was you who gave me hope
    you who made me belong
    and it was you who left me alone
    and broken
    so maybe they gather for me?
    I don’t think so,..
    but maybe.
    I may never be sure,..
    may never know
    but as the snow crunches
    beneath my boots
    and the breeze snakes
    between the leaves
    I know its missing YOU
    that makes my heart
    and these sad trees
    bleed.

    very powerful once again wolf (I could call you steve but I feel we are not introduced!!)

    Very clear, so true. Made me think of one of my favourite songs by the band the sundays- 'cry' - equally direct. I won't print the lyrics since it probably will say nothing!

    thanks

    again
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  • catefrances
    catefrances Posts: 29,003
    the wolf wrote:
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    god, its for you.
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    the wolf wrote:
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    Thinking of you today, as always Blythe on what would have been your 63rd birthday.

    We would be sharing some laughs over the phone.

    A little razing from baby sister on just how old you are! 'damn woman 63!
    can you believe this?!'
    And you would disbelievingly ask me again how old I was.

    I would picture you shake your head across the miles,
    as you recalled teaching me to ride my bike, that it feels just like yesterday.
    And it does dear sister, like yesterday that we grew together.

    There would be a few tears,
    happy tears from memories of past days,
    birthdays shared, cakes and candles and wishes made.
    Sad tears too from the pain we have shared in our lives.

    There would be some talk about this stupid crazy world we live in
    your spiritual twist you would put on it all, making me feel everything and nothing matters,
    that All is just ok.
    You would listen to my woes, lending advice if needed or just loving words at my rant.

    And you would send your love, your love, to the kids and JB before we said
    "Talk to you later".

    But there is no later and now I miss you.
    All I have is the memories of your voice, faint over the phone line and all the would haves.

    But I carry you close in heart, this I have, this I will always have until we hold each other once again.
    Hugs to you till then


    wrote this earlier today and now I think its possible your pic wolf
    may have been some inspiration
    it certainly has stayed engrained in my brain since seeing it

    and cate, very clever you are, made me laugh, thanks :D
  • acrossssSsssshittt
    acrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    pandora.... my heart sank.. I'm very close to my sister, 6 years my senior, but we grew up Together... she's taken care of me, and we've been through the highs and the lows...natural and drug induced ;) .. . so readin your words, I sank a little... words such as yours, reach the ones gone...
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    acrossOceans wrote:
    pandora.... my heart sank.. I'm very close to my sister, 6 years my senior, but we grew up Together... she's taken care of me, and we've been through the highs and the lows...natural and drug induced ;) .. . so readin your words, I sank a little... words such as yours, reach the ones gone...
    that is a lovely thought, thank you, that quote will stay with me always
    I know you are appreciating your sister and how very blessed you both are,
    no need to tell you, this is evident.
    Enjoy your love and life together :D
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    pandora wrote:
    the wolf wrote:
    God__that__s_for_you_by_perhydrol.jpg
    Thinking of you today, as always Blythe on what would have been your 63rd birthday.

    We would be sharing some laughs over the phone.

    A little razing from baby sister on just how old you are! 'damn woman 63!
    can you believe this?!'
    And you would disbelievingly ask me again how old I was.

    I would picture you shake your head across the miles,
    as you recalled teaching me to ride my bike, that it feels just like yesterday.
    And it does dear sister, like yesterday that we grew together.

    There would be a few tears,
    happy tears from memories of past days,
    birthdays shared, cakes and candles and wishes made.
    Sad tears too from the pain we have shared in our lives.

    There would be some talk about this stupid crazy world we live in
    your spiritual twist you would put on it all, making me feel everything and nothing matters,
    that All is just ok.
    You would listen to my woes, lending advice if needed or just loving words at my rant.

    And you would send your love, your love, to the kids and JB before we said
    "Talk to you later".

    But there is no later and now I miss you.
    All I have is the memories of your voice, faint over the phone line and all the would haves.

    But I carry you close in heart, this I have, this I will always have until we hold each other once again.
    Hugs to you till then


    wrote this earlier today and now I think its possible your pic wolf
    may have been some inspiration
    it certainly has stayed engrained in my brain since seeing it

    and cate, very clever you are, made me laugh, thanks :D


    very fine words Pandi. Really

    So too from across oceans, and that goes without saying - (btw AOceans, I dedicated a song to you over in the encompassing trip!)
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  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    tremors wrote:
    pandora wrote:
    the wolf wrote:
    God__that__s_for_you_by_perhydrol.jpg
    Thinking of you today, as always Blythe on what would have been your 63rd birthday.

    We would be sharing some laughs over the phone.

    A little razing from baby sister on just how old you are! 'damn woman 63!
    can you believe this?!'
    And you would disbelievingly ask me again how old I was.

    I would picture you shake your head across the miles,
    as you recalled teaching me to ride my bike, that it feels just like yesterday.
    And it does dear sister, like yesterday that we grew together.

    There would be a few tears,
    happy tears from memories of past days,
    birthdays shared, cakes and candles and wishes made.
    Sad tears too from the pain we have shared in our lives.

    There would be some talk about this stupid crazy world we live in
    your spiritual twist you would put on it all, making me feel everything and nothing matters,
    that All is just ok.
    You would listen to my woes, lending advice if needed or just loving words at my rant.

    And you would send your love, your love, to the kids and JB before we said
    "Talk to you later".

    But there is no later and now I miss you.
    All I have is the memories of your voice, faint over the phone line and all the would haves.

    But I carry you close in heart, this I have, this I will always have until we hold each other once again.
    Hugs to you till then


    wrote this earlier today and now I think its possible your pic wolf
    may have been some inspiration
    it certainly has stayed engrained in my brain since seeing it

    and cate, very clever you are, made me laugh, thanks :D


    very fine words Pandi. Really

    So too from across oceans, and that goes without saying - (btw AOceans, I dedicated a song to you over in the encompassing trip!)


    Thanks :D


    Happy Sunday Friends, Got some happy Sunday memories to share?
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    Labor Day 1966

    When I was school age
    we didn't go back to school til the day after Labor Day.
    So many of my memories of this day
    are filled with anticipation of the new school year......
    Memories of the anticipation....

    Last week Friday I would have walked up to my grade school
    to look at the long white sheets of paper
    scotch taped to the windows
    that tell each of us who our new teacher is for the year.
    There are excited happy squeals
    from those who got the preferred cool teachers.
    And boy could you tell who didn't.
    The disgusted, disappointed looks on the faces of those
    who got the mean teachers.
    I think this our first taste of politics. The unfairness of life.
    If you were the latter you were filled with the anticipation
    of a not so good 9 months to come. Damn.

    Anticipation of probably no cool field trips,
    no awesome special snack time,
    no unique projects and style of teaching that made learning fun.
    Now your world was looking rather bleak,
    it helped though to have good friends along to share in the torment.
    So who's name was listed with yours could make
    or break even the greatest or worst of news.
    It could also make or break the best friendships too,
    being separated for the school year.

    All my new folders would have been carefully color chosen
    and pre-doodled on, daisies, peace signs, initials of wanton love.
    A small pencil bag is filled with pencils
    and erasers of different colors and shapes.
    A small box of crayons too.
    There are no book bags yet, that would come much later.
    Books are stacked and carried,
    if you were a girl on your forearm against your chest,
    a boy, stacked under hand, carried macho style, against your hip.
    New school shoes peek from under the bed, super shiny and stiff,
    destined to cause some blisters before the first day is out.
    Better remember the bandaids, add them to the pencil bag,
    best not to visit the school nurse the very first day.

    My favorite back to school outfit lays on the chair,
    wool skirt, sweater, knee highs,
    even in Wisconsin this fall outfit premature for the last of the summer heat.
    But suffer we will to look good, that starts early on.

    The biggest part of Labor Day I remember
    was trying to fall asleep in the still light, warm summer evening.
    Laying there long after the sun set and the crickets started their song.
    My bed positioned by the window to feel the evening breeze
    and see the moon cast light across the backyard.
    There I would lay wondering what the new school year would bring.
    Anticipating new fun with old friends.
    The anticipation of making new friends
    and maybe new love at the tender age of ten.
    Love, even then, the greatest anticipation in life.
  • acrossssSsssshittt
    acrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    that is such a cool lil memory Pandora.... very vivid...nicely remembered

    alas I cannot relate... I used to hate going back to school... depression... now my sis and cousin, they had better times : )
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    Very nice poem Pandora - I posted something about this last night, but the reply seems to have been eaten by the broadband or something.

    I said I really enjoyed reading it - like getting a scent of a different era, different culture - yet with so many things common to my own experience (and universal). Other times.... in more ways than one!
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  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    acrossOceans wrote:
    that is such a cool lil memory Pandora.... very vivid...nicely remembered

    alas I cannot relate... I used to hate going back to school... depression... now my sis and cousin, they had better times : )
    Oh, someone with such a lovely sensitive heart as you, many missed knowing.Their loss.
    Most people don't realize how really great they are, most especially when we are young.

    Like Eddie's words,
    "To myself I... surrender
    To the one I'll never please".

    Time helps us get through this critical period and coming to the place where we like ourselves there is so much comfort and peace, it is a different life.
    I would have liked to have had that acceptance of myself when I was young.
    Lots of time spent feeling uncomfortable, out of place and unhappy. And I only had one life.

    Thank you for your kind words always :D
  • pandora
    pandora Posts: 21,855
    tremors wrote:
    Very nice poem Pandora - I posted something about this last night, but the reply seems to have been eaten by the broadband or something.

    I said I really enjoyed reading it - like getting a scent of a different era, different culture - yet with so many things common to my own experience (and universal). Other times.... in more ways than one!

    Thank You! I am glad you could relate,
    yes some things don't change over the years
    and it is amazing to me how we humans are so much alike.
    Even across the miles and years. Universal as you say.
    There could be a lot less hate and more understanding if we remembered this,
    basic human behavior and the bond we share.
    We all need the same thing in this life,
    Love and acceptance being foremost if we allow ourselves to hope for that.
  • acrossssSsssshittt
    acrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    pandora wrote:
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    I am now awake
  • acrossssSsssshittt
    acrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    pandora wrote:
    acrossOceans wrote:
    that is such a cool lil memory Pandora.... very vivid...nicely remembered

    alas I cannot relate... I used to hate going back to school... depression... now my sis and cousin, they had better times : )

    Lots of time spent feeling uncomfortable, out of place and unhappy.

    you said some very nice things but THAT - was my situation... well... at least until the mirrored sun became my light, when I was too young and it was too bright, so I started trippin and missed the girl I liked :D

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