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sorry Tumpa, i'd come and sleep on your couch!!

I would probably!! And i'll share it with you!!

Perfect answer

I'll second that one

I think I might have to say..
Only under my cloths

Where would you feel comfy without your cloths? or or

Alex misses everyone here too. I keep in touch with her on a regular basis. I will pass the message on to her if you'd like. What happened to Wavey and Cute? I was wondering about them.

I'm so glad I came back...I missed so many of you here including you James.

BROKEN

I am no longer merely breathing
I am alive
I feel again
I have a soul, a spirit, a heart
albeit worn, fragile, and on my sleeve
exposed and vulnerable,
bound to be bruised
certainly broken yet again
Pumping life
Pumping me---
I had forgotten my heart
tried to deny its existence
it was my adversary
Pumping pain—
Coursing agony
Destroying all that I was
each beat a constant reminder
of what I had lost
of what was taken from me
of the peace I craved
Pumping pain—my will dying,
My spirit darkened---my heart broken.

As if possessing a will of its own,
it persisted in performing its cardial task
pumping, beating, thriving
despite my hatred
of its very existence
in spite of my desire
for its silence, its stillness
in spite of me, it thrived
and strengthened
and functioned
and began to heal
Resilient bastard that it is
I felt it happening
couldn’t prevent it from happening
I knew I was losing the battle
I was not going to succeed
in remaining where I was
in darkness
in pain
in fear
in loneliness
emptiness
hollow-shelled basket-case
Still it pumped, surging and coursing
blood through my veins
the very ones I was too chicken
to slash.

With its healing came my fears
Will I ever be able to ________?
Will I ever feel _______?
How can I ever _______?
Again.
More time, more healing
I emerge from the tunnel
I’m a living, breathing
passport photo—
slightly distorted
certainly not at my best
but undeniably ME.
Not the same inside
Never to be the same again
But perhaps the core remains
and from the core, someone
healthy, stronger, wiser,
and at peace
is rising.
If I am to believe in fate—
destiny, karma, kismet, e?µa?µ???
or fortune
I should choose to accept
the circumstances of my life
as something out of my control.
But, rather, I choose
to embrace the past
to move forward with dignity
with hope
with renewed spirit
with a passion for life
and to seek love again…
to remember the pain of the past
but remember more of the joys;
to encourage and welcome
new pleasures
new friendships
new lovers;
to feel my heart’s pulsing
rhythmic and steady and persistent
and to know that it brings peace--
each beat a constant reminder
of what is yet to be.

Who was the best Rocker Guitarist Ever?

See if we can find the best one in our own top 10.

I miss Cherie.

She should know that by now.

Then again, my phone number hasn't changed in coming on 4 years....

who are they ?

Hi Thankyou ...

I do,
...and some days its hard to obtain the memories of,
and perhaps a part of me would just like to have a piece of yesterday to hold onto for just a wee bit longer.

never mind that i was watching a documentary last night on the the rock band QUEEN i thought they were good tumpa !



what makes QUEEN THE ROLLING STONES and U2 the best bands in the world tumpa ?



answer that whilst i go and hide the steering wheel somewhere else man cos i'm sure you want to steel it to on a trip around the universe !



whats happening in canada anyway ?

Three men, one engaged, one married and one a mistress are chatting about their relationships and decide to surprise and amaze their men...that night all three will wear a leather bodice, S&M style, stilettos and a mask over their eyes.

After a few days they meet up again ...

The engaged girlfriend said, "The other night when my boyfriend came home, he found me with the leather bodice, 4 inch stilettos and mask. When he saw me he said 'You are the woman of my life, I love you'...then we made love all night long."

The mistress said, "Uh huh, me too, the other night I met my lover in the office and I was wearing the leather bodice, mega stilettos, mask over my eyes and a raincoat. When I opened the raincoat...he did not say a word...but we had wild sex all night."

It was the married woman's turn, so she said, "The other night I sent the kids to stay at my mother's for the night, I got myself ready, leather bodice, super stilettos and mask over my eyes...my husband came from work, opened the door, looked at me and said, Hi Batman, what's for dinner?"

Freddy Mercury was a true talent..flamboyant, but a heck of a song writer and performer.

R.I.P. Freddy

yes.. she's already there. Arent you going ? I cant make it .. i will be travelling much later in the month so no use.

I lived in a land of fairy tale
Castle hopped and circle crop
Skies I dove
Like air plane drops

I walked glacier plains
And their hues of blues
Mountain tops
From a worldly view

I planed the Prairies
Harvest abound and pretty sounds
Songs and dance
In the land of crowns

Then came this day
Home and alone
I've seen and scenes
Of what I have sown...

P.S. The top three were the loves of my life. It happens to be that I am at stanza four....

Where are you all the poets ,have i mist the link somewhere?Write me words to fire my imagination-------------

Definately the eyes, after that I vote for the butt...