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The Highwayman lyrics to the song
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-fivemn
But I am still alive.
I was a sailor. I was borne upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around
I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-fivemn
But I am still alive.
I was a sailor. I was borne upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around
I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..
Lessons I've Leared!
Lessons I've learned from the trials of my life have lead to my independence. I am glad that Im independent and don't need a man to make me happy. I found that my past relationships have contributed to my "won't let you walk all over me" attitude. My mom sometimes thinks I'm being mean after I explain to her my point of view she understands... Im tired of guys not calling when they say they will, Im tired of guys that lie, Im tired of those who look down on me for who I am, I am tired of yelling and rudness.... which is all factors contributing to why I step carefully with guys and my independence from them. I know that someday the person that won't treat me like the rest and me will meet I have faith and my independence because of others stuidity.
~ To Believe ~
To believe is to know that every day is a new beginning.
It is to trust that miracles happen, and dreams really do come true.
To believe is to see angels dancing among the clouds,
To know the wonder of a stardust sky
and the wisdom of the man in the moon.
To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart,
The innocence of a child's eyes
and the beauty of an aging hand,
for it is through their teachings we learn to love.
To believe is to find the strength
and courage that lies within us.
When it is time to pick up the pieces and begin again.
To believe is to know we are not alone,
That life is a gift and this is our time to cherish it.
To believe is to know that wonderful surprises
are just waiting to happen,
And all our hopes and dreams are within reach.
If only we believe.
It is to trust that miracles happen, and dreams really do come true.
To believe is to see angels dancing among the clouds,
To know the wonder of a stardust sky
and the wisdom of the man in the moon.
To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart,
The innocence of a child's eyes
and the beauty of an aging hand,
for it is through their teachings we learn to love.
To believe is to find the strength
and courage that lies within us.
When it is time to pick up the pieces and begin again.
To believe is to know we are not alone,
That life is a gift and this is our time to cherish it.
To believe is to know that wonderful surprises
are just waiting to happen,
And all our hopes and dreams are within reach.
If only we believe.
Lord Byron
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
one of my favourite poems from school
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
one of my favourite poems from school
Prom night
In a flurry of swirling fabrics, hairspray mist, an iridescent dusting of glimmer powder, my second granddaughter , like Cinderella, was off to the ball. Her senior prom.
Rochelle is tall, willowy, with red hair tumbling down her back, draped ina strapless red gown with embroidered bodice and pouffy gathered skirt: a real ball gown straight out of yesterday's fashion runways. That was just the beginning.
A friend and professional photographer was on hand to document the transformation from high school kid to elegant young lady, capturing hundreds of facial expressions in the "getting ready" process before capturing the soft nuances of the moment when her boyfriend first looked at her in awe.
Of course there are the traditional family pictures, candid and posed. But there are also the "Vogue" shots of Rochelle, standing in a field of grass, shyly looking down, or hand raised in a soft wave, or a demure look over her shoulder...
Her boyfriend's dad hired a limo for them and two other couples; the young man arrived in style, first meeting dad, mom and assorted family like me, before the "grand entrance" was made.
It was a "whoa" moment; the wrist corsage was slipped on her wrist, with the shy smiles of the self-conscious, and then more photos in the lush outdoor setting behind her home.
The young man will be off to college 200 miles away come September, and Rochelle join her sister at college in my town, just around the corner from me, come September.
As the limousine drove, Rochelle gave us the "princess wave" from the window, smiling, moving into the next phase of her life.
Her mom and I just watched, wondering where time had gone.
Rochelle is tall, willowy, with red hair tumbling down her back, draped ina strapless red gown with embroidered bodice and pouffy gathered skirt: a real ball gown straight out of yesterday's fashion runways. That was just the beginning.
A friend and professional photographer was on hand to document the transformation from high school kid to elegant young lady, capturing hundreds of facial expressions in the "getting ready" process before capturing the soft nuances of the moment when her boyfriend first looked at her in awe.
Of course there are the traditional family pictures, candid and posed. But there are also the "Vogue" shots of Rochelle, standing in a field of grass, shyly looking down, or hand raised in a soft wave, or a demure look over her shoulder...
Her boyfriend's dad hired a limo for them and two other couples; the young man arrived in style, first meeting dad, mom and assorted family like me, before the "grand entrance" was made.
It was a "whoa" moment; the wrist corsage was slipped on her wrist, with the shy smiles of the self-conscious, and then more photos in the lush outdoor setting behind her home.
The young man will be off to college 200 miles away come September, and Rochelle join her sister at college in my town, just around the corner from me, come September.
As the limousine drove, Rochelle gave us the "princess wave" from the window, smiling, moving into the next phase of her life.
Her mom and I just watched, wondering where time had gone.
LOOKING FOR A MEN
HELLO EVERYONE IM LOOKING FOR A GUY THAT IS AROUND MY AGES LIKE 20 TO 23 AND THAT LIVES IN VISALIA CALIFORNIA AND SOMEONE THAT LIKES ME FOR ME IM A REAL SWEET GIRL AND IM HAPPY MOST OF THE TIME AND IF U WANT TO GO OUT WITH ME THEN JUST LET ME KNOW OK GUY I WANT A GOOD LOOKING BOYFRIEND THAT IS NICE AND THAT WOULD BE GOOD TO ME OK JUST LET ME OK
what to do......
*sigh* I feel so, unappreciated. I try my hardest to make everyone happy, and in the end, its never good enough. I did everything in my power to make my ex husband happy. I guess it never was good enough if he wanted to "get to know" other females. He still begs and begs for me back, I can't bring myself to love someone who had the intentions of hurting me. He always asks me "how do you hide your pain so well?" you know what I say? "Just put on a pretty smile and pretend every thing's okay" I try not to let everything that has happen within the last few months affect me but, its just too hard. I'm only 18 [almost 19] and I'm going through stuff that I am not ready for. The divorce, and starting my entire life over from scratch. I try to move on, and go back to an old flame, (well, its not so much "flame" but thats a different story) but who knows where that will end up, its not going so good right now. Its hard to stay positive when all of this is happening. I stay up at night, and I wonder how I'm going to work it out. Maybe I should have a little more faith.....who knows.
Salut! I' d like to share something with you all.
In her shoes.
I watch you glow
as you say her name
tears tempt to run
but you hold them still
she holds your heart
and all i have left
is your friendship
it's true we spend time
we play, we laugh
but i can't help but wonder
will it be the same
when she returns
i think of you as mine
but you say you can't
can ever cross that line
if i could, if only i could
i'd get inside her mind
and steal her thought
then maybe we could, finally
i could have the love that I
the love that so crave.
how i wish, oh, how
i wish i was in her shoes.
I watch you glow
as you say her name
tears tempt to run
but you hold them still
she holds your heart
and all i have left
is your friendship
it's true we spend time
we play, we laugh
but i can't help but wonder
will it be the same
when she returns
i think of you as mine
but you say you can't
can ever cross that line
if i could, if only i could
i'd get inside her mind
and steal her thought
then maybe we could, finally
i could have the love that I
the love that so crave.
how i wish, oh, how
i wish i was in her shoes.
this guy likes me has told every one but me why?
I belong to a social club and for over two years now this guy has told every one he is smitten and constantly over there mixing with the friends i am with , we talk and have a giggle, yet it never gets past that its driving me nuts. I joined on this site and have had a better response in four weeks than with him!!!!
His friends tell me all the time he is wanting to take you out
I know he even went out with another and broke it off because she was not me ???
I have done every thing in a way to say i am interested with out saying it to him as i know he is very shy and he likes to make the first move
I have another problem now another in the club is making a play and this could be interesting as his brother thinks i should give up on him and date the other as it could wake him up i am not so sure??
His friends tell me all the time he is wanting to take you out
I know he even went out with another and broke it off because she was not me ???I have done every thing in a way to say i am interested with out saying it to him as i know he is very shy and he likes to make the first move
I have another problem now another in the club is making a play and this could be interesting as his brother thinks i should give up on him and date the other as it could wake him up i am not so sure??
Ode
Ode
Oh, how I desire
your desire--your
sweet lips pressed
to mine--hands
caressing and pressing
and exploring as lips
and lingering tongue
glide and slide down
the lovely lines
and curves from neck
to navel from breast
to bum--tasting
and tonguing till
my true love comes!
Oh, how I desire
your desire--your
sweet lips pressed
to mine--hands
caressing and pressing
and exploring as lips
and lingering tongue
glide and slide down
the lovely lines
and curves from neck
to navel from breast
to bum--tasting
and tonguing till
my true love comes!
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