sometimes we choose whats really not us, as we at times conceal our closet'd past's, it stews a tornado of anger an guilt, the anger's ok the guilt's not of us when subjected to someone we deemed we could trust, reaction is deep protective onslaught to preserve to keep what little's left if only a peep. . . we've no idea of other's dark closet'd past if were not told ~
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Posted: Oct 2009
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Many fight for what little they have left after it was almost all taken by their or someone in their past. Written in defence of how we continue an strive to be an us we are and or a created one by others.
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Whats your favourite short saying or verse even a chuckle lol that you can share
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Posted: Oct 2009
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ever noticed when it seem's almost impossible that it'll work out it does, the key is to always keep that belief or even a little bit of belief that it'll work out for the good, an with that mindset it usually works out, however it's not usually on your timeframe. . . an thats the hard part to understand, so puttin negative thoughts out'll bring negative results back, so always keep that reasonable belief :) an dig in an ride it out. . . .~
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Sharing some personal life experience:)
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a colourful bright hung in the air jumpin colour to colour the grounds not in sight, so much fun all the while part time fun face in smile, they say at the end lay's a big pot a gold, whys it still there why's the story still told, if you slide down a colour will it on you switch sides, or during those times it's kaleidoscope view, geometric puzzle the minds put in place. . . .
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Posted: Oct 2009
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Always different ways to look a things:)
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Author: Unknown
It was before morning
the sun was yet to apear
The moon was all the light we had
to guide us alone the way.
We all new the sun would come
The night would soon past.
Memories of past sun rises,
Brought hope to all those who could remember
Holding hands brought comfort
Repeating stories of old
The past would awaken to a new day,
Filled with the light of a new day.
The pain of yesterday
cam be left behind.
Dream of tomorrow
Only wait for a new day.
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Posted: Nov 2009
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Do not lose hope, Hope is only a day away
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This is my kind of day
The kind of day you spend laying on the couch
Staring into a t.v. that hasn't been turned on
Smoking snipes to avoid putting on shoes
and going down to the market
The kind of day that is so quiet
You can hear the mice chewing at the walls
from the inside
And the only entertainment
is the drip
Of a leaky faucet.
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Posted: Nov 2009
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A snipe is a cigertte butt long enough to smoke again
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i've had my ups, and many downs and possibly some misfortunes.
i should have kissed but i had missed
to take the opportunities.
in retrospect, i did expect that life would come to me.
but over the years i learned to know that it's not so.
you'd need to go and grab it.
be young at heart, and always start a possible conversation.
for you never know, where it could lead
a well placed exclamation !
people need people, it's always been so. then keep you door open.
let your heart show and maybe you'll meet
the one that makes you whole !
well that's a lesson to be learned, from an old and wizened fella.
make the most of your days here on earth
and try to leave it better.
try and love your neighbour as yourself, if only all can do this.
no wars, no hurt, no hungry souls
just peace and love around us.
now that's said, don't forget, remember your dead in your prayers,
for they have passed, but are looking on.
preparing the way for us !
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Posted: Oct 2009
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it's what i seem to write about :) hugs xx virgosign
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Author: Unknown
Welcome back to life, after feeling dead,
Waking in the light, hung on by a thread,
Learn to live and love, pain aint in the plan,
take a deep breath now, exhale if you can,
Barefoot on the grass, playing in the rain,
Smile upon my face, finally feeling sane.
Dreaming all the time, laughing with just me,
Music playing loud, singing, feeling free,
Life is but a puzzle, There's no time to spare,
I'll take my chance, and finally dance,
Live happy if you dare.
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Posted: Oct 2009
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I really feel this way about me and my life now. I'm happy!!!
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At certain times throughout the day you may see me walking around by myself and always looking to my right as my lips move and say to yourself " a that guy is crazy, looking at nothing, talking to himself, wandering around aimlessly". Me, myself, I say that "your the crazy one, not being able to see what is right in front of your face." Some might even say "deaf, dumb, and blind." As for me, I am walking with the God of my understanding.Talking to him. I am not just going nowhere or somewhere, I am going everywhere. For the gifts of life from my GOD are plentiful. Why should I dream my whole life when I can make my dream such that.........MY LIFE..
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Posted: Oct 2009
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Do you feel my love for
Do you feel my breath
In u ear whispering
Words by love?
Do you feel my feelings
For you and my love
My eyes looking after you?
Do you feel my desire for you
Every day and night
Waiting u kisses and hugs.
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Posted: Oct 2009
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