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That is Beautiful. Happy Anniversary!"In the age of darkness
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Thank you! very kind of yousupersonicyears wrote:That is Beautiful. Happy Anniversary!
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Wow Pandora. This is true love.
Thankyou for sharing such beautiful words and feelings. We wish you much happiness together.
Lots of love
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wooooooooo I AM GOIN TO THE PJ CONCERT IN WISCONSIN THIS LABOR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY FIRST PJ EXPERIANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOS GOING????? I WANNA MEET U ALL FACE 2 FACE “I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
and i will *pinky swear* pinky swears are hard core to!!!! o and all the guitarists out there will be proud of how hard core i really am... i cut my finger wile bending a string so i put super glue over it so i culd keep playing XDtremors wrote:pearljamfan-1997 wrote:not a bad day acctualy, i dont go one with out ridicule, but i just ignore it. they dont no me, and what happens in my life, if they dont like how i dress or look than thats there problem and they can suck it up. and the only reason they said im a lesbian is because they dont have real friends that will give you a hug just because. im proud of who i am and watever they say to me doesnt faze me, and wen they say somthing about my friends or make fun of my beilefs than i but them in there place.
You are who you are. You are one of us! These popular kids who are mean..... they soon fade away. The most important thing in my experience is to believe in and practice kindness and sincerity, and the more you do that - the more things go your way. You are a good person - thoughtful and sensitive. These bullies are usually just empty inside. Keep on doing your thing!“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
OUR TRUTH
To gruesome a picture.
File it under fleeting.
Only a flash of emotion remains.
His tiny body on a stretcher.
Kept covered from the shame.
Glimpses of red sneak out from beneath.
The doctor's faces tell the story.
The nurse's tell the fear.
As the room clears, now we are alone.
Take two and I see.
But my mind turns away.
He leaps, runs to hide but not far.
Enter arrogance on cue.
With fine clothes and a smirk.
The monster, of course, lawyered up.
His voice a lasting shiver.
Can not shake it like a picture.
It echos straight through my heart.
"You can prove nothing, Pandora.
Knowledge is not proof."
Icy words form steam from his mouth.
In the dark, my hushed whisper.
'This faith is your ruin.
My knowledge will someday be Our Truth.0 -
pandora wrote:
OUR TRUTH
To gruesome a picture.
File it under fleeting.
Only a flash of emotion remains.
His tiny body on a stretcher.
Kept covered from the shame.
Glimpses of red sneak out from beneath.
The doctor's faces tell the story.
The nurse's tell the fear.
As the room clears, now we are alone.
Take two and I see.
But my mind turns away.
He leaps, runs to hide but not far.
Enter arrogance on cue.
With fine clothes and a smirk.
The monster, of course, lawyered up.
His voice a lasting shiver.
Can not shake it like a picture.
It echos straight through my heart.
"You can prove nothing, Pandora.
Knowledge is not proof."
Icy words form steam from his mouth.
In the dark, my hushed whisper.
'This faith is your ruin.
My knowledge will someday be Our Truth.
Wow, powerful. Chilling enigmatic, revealing and determined. Very powerful words. I believe youCancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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and wow back at you tremors... thank you! ... your words for me powerful tootremors wrote:pandora wrote:
OUR TRUTH
To gruesome a picture.
File it under fleeting.
Only a flash of emotion remains.
His tiny body on a stretcher.
Kept covered from the shame.
Glimpses of red sneak out from beneath.
The doctor's faces tell the story.
The nurse's tell the fear.
As the room clears, now we are alone.
Take two and I see.
But my mind turns away.
He leaps, runs to hide but not far.
Enter arrogance on cue.
With fine clothes and a smirk.
The monster, of course, lawyered up.
His voice a lasting shiver.
Can not shake it like a picture.
It echos straight through my heart.
"You can prove nothing, Pandora.
Knowledge is not proof."
Icy words form steam from his mouth.
In the dark, my hushed whisper.
'This faith is your ruin.
My knowledge will someday be Our Truth.
Wow, powerful. Chilling enigmatic, revealing and determined. Very powerful words. I believe you 0 -
Slow Turning World
Slowly with care, I return to watch, comfortable for the moment ... I sigh.
I'm here to admire the years of my handiwork,
years that have brought me to this day.
I remember the earth in my hands, the smell, cool and rich and brown,
this now the smell of bygone days.
By memory... the giant yellow wheelbarrow filled to the brim,
with all the colors of the rainbow and the sweet promise of new life.
Life that returns to me each year, life that brings me such joy,
life I can depend on, life that makes my life.
Life in the Garden....
"An hour in the garden puts life's problems in perspective"
the motto I have lived by... carved on a stone at my feet.
Today I rejoice in the colors, the colors of all my hard work.
The tiger lillies bright orange, the roses hot pink and more, rose red to coral light.
Big balls of blue, the hydrangea and then the yucca, tall and white.
A single Easter lily planted seasons ago, the fragrance I smell where I sit.
The day lillies and rubrums are also in full bud, awaiting their glory days to come.
I recall their scents from memory, each one unique as their color combo of petals.
Next to me, strategically planted, my gardenia.
It's buds ready to burst with the promise of their heavy wax smell,
a truly, truly, heavenly smell.
Next weekend, I think, we will enjoy it with cocktail by evening pool light,
acknowledging the most wonderful tropical delight!
Beyond are the ponds with the lilly pads and iris, ponds that I dug out myself.
Now they are home to my pool sharing, evening swim frogs,
that bring smiles, laughter and delight.
Speaking of whom...
at this moment a frog croaks and brings me back to today.
Smiling, my eyes drift to my friends that live here, hmmm ...
Do they seem to have adjusted their pace just a little?
In pace with the mistress they know
Are my birds flying somewhat slower, the chippies, cheeks stuffed full,
could they be staying a little longer, the dragonflies perhaps darting less?
My dearest anoles, do they come nearer and listen more closely
to the words I instictively share?
The world indeed is turning a little slower, perhaps having lost some life giving force.
Together we will sit and enjoy the time spent for time is all that we have....
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pandora wrote:Slow Turning World
Slowly with care, I return to watch, comfortable for the moment ... I sigh.
I'm here to admire the years of my handiwork,
years that have brought me to this day.
I remember the earth in my hands, the smell, cool and rich and brown,
this now the smell of bygone days.
By memory... the giant yellow wheelbarrow filled to the brim,
with all the colors of the rainbow and the sweet promise of new life.
Life that returns to me each year, life that brings me such joy,
life I can depend on, life that makes my life.
Life in the Garden....
"An hour in the garden puts life's problems in perspective"
the motto I have lived by... carved on a stone at my feet.
Today I rejoice in the colors, the colors of all my hard work.
The tiger lillies bright orange, the roses hot pink and more, rose red to coral light.
Big balls of blue, the hydrangea and then the yucca, tall and white.
A single Easter lily planted seasons ago, the fragrance I smell where I sit.
The day lillies and rubrums are also in full bud, awaiting their glory days to come.
I recall their scents from memory, each one unique as their color combo of petals.
Next to me, strategically planted, my gardenia.
It's buds ready to burst with the promise of their heavy wax smell,
a truly, truly, heavenly smell.
Next weekend, I think, we will enjoy it with cocktail by evening pool light,
acknowledging the most wonderful tropical delight!
Beyond are the ponds with the lilly pads and iris, ponds that I dug out myself.
Now they are home to my pool sharing, evening swim frogs,
that bring smiles, laughter and delight.
Speaking of whom...
at this moment a frog croaks and brings me back to today.
Smiling, my eyes drift to my friends that live here, hmmm ...
Do they seem to have adjusted their pace just a little?
In pace with the mistress they know
Are my birds flying somewhat slower, the chippies, cheeks stuffed full,
could they be staying a little longer, the dragonflies perhaps darting less?
My dearest anoles, do they come nearer and listen more closely
to the words I instictively share?
The world indeed is turning a little slower, perhaps having lost some life giving force.
Together we will sit and enjoy the time spent for time is all that we have....
And we thank God for the time that we have.
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:wave: thanks tremors... hope your day is good0
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very peaceful and beautiful Pandi I love it.
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thank you Godfather!Godfather. wrote:very peaceful and beautiful Pandi I love it.
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He Can't Return
20 years of love . . .
"He doesn't know what it is to want.
He doesn't know what it is to need."
'Pardon me, but I don't agree.'
Another motorcycle when he doesn't ride . . .
no wind, no sky.
Another home left alone . . .
huge fireplace, not warm.
Another instrument he can not play . . .
left quiet, under glass.
Another party in his absence . . .
fancy people, fancy plates.
Another beer gone warm . . .
no toast, no cheer.
Another day he's gone . . .
still here, but gone.
He can't return . . .
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# 107!
I will always count
I will never forget
I will listen for your voice
I will close my eyes to see yours
I will put my hand to your picture
I will shed some tears
I will laugh your laugh
I will walk your walk
I will long for you
I will try to be as good as you
I will love you!
Happy Birthday Red!
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JB. . . Just Breathe!
May 30, 2011... Memorial Day
Having a few t shirts to fold, holding the thread worn t shirt,
the shirt with the 2 fishes, one more sillier than the other.
I read the words imprinted on the front, words I have read hundreds of time.
"Wahoo...This outstanding sport fish has long, beak like jaws and dark wavy bars
Yahoo....This wild fish will usually have a goofy hat and party favors"
This shirt so typically my husband. I shake my head ...
thinking, lovingly ...'you're a Yahoo!'
Smooth the wrinkles out on the ironing board, fold to stack,
then the thought that sneaks in during my weak moments...
'When he is gone this is all I'll have, his clothing, his things'.
I lift it to my face and I feel the softness...
the comfiness, just like where our vows have taken us.
The comfortableness of each other. The comfiness of a life spent together.
I can hear him whistling in the bathroom and I smile
looking forward to another holiday shared.
It's been a tough weekend, we are both weary.
Charlie is up now most nights crying.... restless. A night slept through, to rare to count.
Add 3 grand doggies to the mix and we are beat.
They will go home and Miss Bonnie the Bulldog and our son will be by for lunch,
swim and sun.
Now though, a few yard chores before the heat of the day.
Best laid plans...
I'm watching Duke shadow his grand dad as JB mows the lawn...
they look alike.. gray and black hair, chestnut brown eyes, tall,
and the thin that comes with age.
He adores his grandfather... feelings are mutual.
Duke was a runaway or a 'put out' who joined the family last fall.
Like all our rescue dogs he has his share of problems and quirks...
his being pacing and he is uncomfortable being held
but he loves to sit by his grand dad and be his shadow.
JB moves to a less traveled area of the yard... mostly pine straw and ground cover.
He begins mowing as I ready myself to prune rose bushes by the pool.
I hear a yell and he is spitting and holding his mouth...." I got stung by something!"
I follow him into the house to help him get ice and after bite put on.
'Sit in the chair on the deck for while honey and rest'
as I watch his top lip swell to 3 times its size,
a lump forming the size of a golf ball on his lower cheek.
I head up to the pool but with in minutes he yells "I'm not doing ok ... I'm not ok!"
I hurry down to the deck to see him stand and move zombie like towards me,
each step an effort.
Words aren't forming and his eyes are totally dazed...
I can tell his mind is very impaired... thinking maybe a stroke.
We make it to each other as I say get back to your chair...
he falls straight back, stiff as a board,
a horrible thump when his head hits the deck and
he lays motionless as the dogs come and form a circle around him.
In all my years I have never had to call 911.. I guess I have been blessed.
I feel this leaving me know as I beg
'JB just breathe... just breathe... please God! NO! you can not take him from me now!'
In that moment he looked so fragile,
my strong man who has been by my side for what feels like all my life.
At that moment everything is fragile,
the thought of losing him I can not bear. My life without him.
JB has never had an allegic reaction to insect stings.
The venom from them causes a sudden drop in blood pressure
causing dizziness and nausea but coupled with his blood pressure meds triggered a more severe response.
He will see his doc for future precautions to take as this can progress and could be fatal.
I will thank God he is here with me and will never forget the fragility of our lives together.
I have a new meaning now to Eddie's lyrics, Just Breathe.
They were once more of an enjoying time message, one of being thankful, satisfied
but after this ...
after I have lived a more desperate plea...
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whos going to the PJ20???? i wanna meet yew “I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
wish I could say yes! sittin this one out :(pearljamfan-1997 wrote:whos going to the PJ20???? i wanna meet yew
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:((( :( verry sad wish yew could!!!!! ur awesomepandora wrote:
wish I could say yes! sittin this one out :(pearljamfan-1997 wrote:whos going to the PJ20???? i wanna meet yew
Enjoy!
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“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0
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