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Around the middle of next month or the end of December not sure which a book with some of my poetry and several different authors will be published to help support the fight against cancer in children the proceeds will go to TLWGO a charity that will help with medical bills and treatment of affected children as soon as the title and all are finalized I will post a blog letting everyone know just in case you wish to own a copy or know someone that would want a copy and I will include a link to let you order the book also this is the best Christmas present I have ever received knowing I made even a small difference

To waste the day in pure bliss
Silence drops
Exquisiteness
Such an aquamarine in pale blue sky
Memories abound
Smile and sigh
Emphatic tragedy
Inside I cry
Wondering wistfully why
Spring has sprang
Fall has fell
Summer slept
Winter did quell
Outspoken insanity
Lucid imaginings
Limpid pools of exquisite radiance
Dance Macabre along such empty halls
Brokenly waiting for you and I


Just a poem what do you read from it what emotion and thought does it bring you?

.....I hear thunder but there's no rain this kind of thunder break walls and window pane...... (prodigy)..#


Hollow heart's and darkening start's that's the stuff that blocks out love........I pour out some rhythm and soul untill my heart exploits the deepest feelings of my soul........!


I yearn to learn no more about love and that chain of lies I cloak my heart now with a pale disguise.

Now many people come and go and they leave life's show here's a story a second shot at life in all it's glory........



Trust Nobody the world's a dirty hand waiting to slap you when you least aspect it and don't forget it.

Golden tears upon a golden place my spirit has left this restless place,


And I was a man labeled a pure disgrace 99 lashes tie him down well he's in hell now,


Feeling it now......


Tieing a story to true love's glory but that's a fairytale my friend's and then tear's run down your face like ice like 99 Stabbing blade's with Differnt clour's from a purple haze,


with leaves me with just a few word's to say's are we really ment to be guessing for the rest of our day's.

I like pancake girl. Guess I was born 100 years too late.

A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?" The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound unlike anything he's ever heard before. The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseus into crashing his ship comes to his mind. He doesn't sleep that night. He tosses and turns trying to figure out what could possibly be making such a seductive sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk." Distraught, the man is forced to leave. Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes back to the monastery and pleads for the answer again. The monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk." The man says, "If the only way I can find out what is making that beautiful sound is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk." The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When you find these answers, you will have become a monk." The man sets about his task. After years of searching he returns as a gray- haired old man and knocks on the door of the monastery. A monk answers. He is taken before a gathering of all the monks. "In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I traveled the earth and have found what you asked for: By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only God knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception." The monks reply, "Congratulations. You have become a monk. We shall now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound." The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "The sound is beyond that door." The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and diamond. Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound has become very clear and definite. The monks say, "This is the last key to the last door." The man is apprehensive to no end. His life's wish is behind that door! With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and slowly pushes the door open. Falling to his knees, he is utterly amazed to discover the source of that haunting and seductive sound...... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... But, of course, I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.

When I get dressed up in my superman cape and shorty short shorts, and then I catch the bus. When I sit on the back seat like the bad boys, a strange phenomena happens. As the bus takes a sharp left hand turn, my right testicle escapes from its rightful place, whereas when the bus turns right its my left testicle causing heaps of dramas. I have thought about catching the bus which goes straight down the motorway, but I prefer the scenic route. I'm just so confused right now.

Number six: Don’t equate your experience with theirs. If they're talking about having lost a family member, don't start talking about the time you lost a family member. If they're talking about the trouble they're having at work, don't tell them about how much you hate your job. It's not the same. It is never the same. All experiences are individual. And, more importantly, it is not about you. You don’t need to take that moment to prove how amazing you are or how much you’ve suffered. Somebody asked Stephen Hawking once what his IQ was, and he said, "I have no idea. People who brag about their IQs are losers."

Number seven: Try not to repeat yourself. It's condescending, and it's really boring, and we tend to do it a lot. Especially in work conversations or in conversations with our kids, we have a point to make, so we just keep rephrasing it over and over. Don't do that.

Number eight: Stay out of the weeds. Frankly, people don't care about the years, the names, the dates, all those details that you're struggling to come up with in your mind. They don't care. What they care about is you. They care about what you're like, what you have in common. So forget the details. Leave them out.

Number nine: This is not the last one, but it is the most important one. Listen. I cannot tell you how many really important people have said that listening is perhaps the most, the number one most important skill that you could develop. Buddha said, and I'm paraphrasing, "If your mouth is open, you’re not learning." And Calvin Coolidge said, "No man ever listened his way out of a job."

One more rule, number 10, and it's this one: Be brief. [A good conversation is like a miniskirt; short enough to retain interest, but long enough to cover the subject. -- My Sister] All of this boils down to the same basic concept, and it is this one: Be interested in other people. You know, I grew up with a very famous grandfather, and there was kind of a ritual in my home. People would come over to talk to my grandparents, and after they would leave, my mother would come over to us, and she'd say, "Do you know who that was? She was the runner-up to Miss America. He was the mayor of Sacramento. She won a Pulitzer Prize. He's a Russian ballet dancer." And I kind of grew up assuming everyone has some hidden, amazing thing about them. And honestly, I think it's what makes me a better host. I keep my mouth shut as often as I possibly can, I keep my mind open, and I'm always prepared to be amazed, and I'm never disappointed. You do the same thing. Go out, talk to people, listen to people, and, most importantly, be prepared to be amazed.