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The Rescue Blues by Ryan Adams
Everybody wants you to be special
And everybody wants you to be high
They throw you down a rope when you're in trouble, Baby
Screamin' "save me"
They then charge you with the rescue blues
And everybody wants to see you suffer
They know that you need the pain so much
They throw you up a rope when you're too high
To cruise, Baby
Lord, you lose Lady
Then they charge you with the rescue blues
And everybody wants to see you fall
That's why the always love to get you high
And everybody knows you need the pain so much, Lady
Well, keep in touch, Baby
Just don't charge me with your rescue blues
And everybody wants you to be high
They throw you down a rope when you're in trouble, Baby
Screamin' "save me"
They then charge you with the rescue blues
And everybody wants to see you suffer
They know that you need the pain so much
They throw you up a rope when you're too high
To cruise, Baby
Lord, you lose Lady
Then they charge you with the rescue blues
And everybody wants to see you fall
That's why the always love to get you high
And everybody knows you need the pain so much, Lady
Well, keep in touch, Baby
Just don't charge me with your rescue blues
thoughts
I wish that I could make you see
Just how much you mean to me
I wish that you could hold me tight
Dance with me under the moonlight
I wish that I could hold your hand
So I could make you understand
That your beautiful face and kind heart
Made me fall in love with you right from the start
So listen closely to what I'm saying
Because you know what I say is true
I wish that you would fall for me
the way I fell for you
Just how much you mean to me
I wish that you could hold me tight
Dance with me under the moonlight
I wish that I could hold your hand
So I could make you understand
That your beautiful face and kind heart
Made me fall in love with you right from the start
So listen closely to what I'm saying
Because you know what I say is true
I wish that you would fall for me
the way I fell for you
a choice?
Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies.
Love creates righteousness, or justice, here on earth. To make love is to makejustice. As advocates and activists for justice know, loving involves struggle, resistance, risk. People working today on behalf of women, blacks, lesbians and gay men, the aging, the poor in this country and elsewhere know that making justice is not a warm, fuzzy experience.
I think also that s*xual lovers and good friends know that the most compelling relationships demand hard work, patience, and a willingness to endure tensions and anxiety in creating mutually empowering bonds. For this reason loving involves commitment. We are not automatic lovers of self, others, world, or God. Love does not just happen. We are not love machines, puppets on the strings of a deity called "love."
Love is a choice — not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice — but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile. Love is a conversion to humanity - a willingness to participate with others in the healing of a broken world and broken lives. Love is the choice to experience life as a member of the human family, a partner in the dance of life, rather than as an alien in the world or as a deity above the world, aloof and apart from human flesh.
(Carter Heyward)
And from I Corinthians 13:1-13
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give away all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful;
it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends...
Faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
10 reasons......
10 REASONS TO DATE A CHEERLEADER
10. We never get tired
9. We like to ride it to the top
8. We're always tight
7. We know how to use our hips
6. We can get you excited in less than 2 min and 20 sec
5. We keep going til we hit it
4. We can bend into any position
3. We can take the pain
2. We're not scared to perform in front of an audience
1. No matter how long or how hard we'll always do it with a smile :)
10. We never get tired
9. We like to ride it to the top
8. We're always tight
7. We know how to use our hips
6. We can get you excited in less than 2 min and 20 sec
5. We keep going til we hit it
4. We can bend into any position
3. We can take the pain
2. We're not scared to perform in front of an audience
1. No matter how long or how hard we'll always do it with a smile :)
Unknown
You can understand the facts of life. But facts of love are much different. To love you love someone or someone loves you.. But when you both love each other you're in love with one another. First become friends and let it go. Then get serious and get together. Just make yourself known as a person not as someone you don't want to be known as...
Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun when it is hidden, in the spring when it is gone...
Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun when it is hidden, in the spring when it is gone...
A Thing
I'm slightly in a slump in the writing department today. So, I thought I would write something cheesy and utterly grotesque. I figured that since February is coming up and everyone is going to be looking at cheesy poems for the other; well, I thought I would write one just as cheesy and to prepare others for what they are about to receive.
A Thing
Could a day be a day?
Could a night be a night?
Could a thought be a thought
Or even a dream?
Could a voice be just a voice?
Could a touch be a touch?
Could a sigh be a sigh
Or would gentleness be too much?
Nay, I say. Not for many years,
And not for all things true.
A thing can not be a thing,
And it can not be, without you.
Ahhh...I can smell the wine bottle cork now.
A Thing
Could a day be a day?
Could a night be a night?
Could a thought be a thought
Or even a dream?
Could a voice be just a voice?
Could a touch be a touch?
Could a sigh be a sigh
Or would gentleness be too much?
Nay, I say. Not for many years,
And not for all things true.
A thing can not be a thing,
And it can not be, without you.
Ahhh...I can smell the wine bottle cork now.
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Growing Pains
Every now and then my ease with words collapses. They cease to rise, pure hydrogen balloons of concept and conjecture, to bounce impatiently against my fingertips or lips, seeking exit to the larger world to see how they stand up when touched by air, by light, by alien persective that has not sprung within the corners of my mind.
Today my head is dumb. All cluttered with the leaking brakes that set a christmas tree of lights to blinking on my dashboard; peripheral neuropathy sings and has its increasing way with opposites, both numbness and exquisite pain residing in the confines of my skin.
I keep looking down to see the bracelets that I do not wear and yet can feel encircling my wrist, my ankle. My fingers stutter more each day across the keys and fear flowers as I wonder if the lack of feeling on the left side of my lips heralds a drastic slackness that will take articulation from my voice.
The laws of attraction operate, so I believe, so when I ponder why I have brought failing brakes into my life I need to look at what avenues they open to me. Time spent at the mechanic. Certain knowledge that I will not fix this with some minutes spent with Google and some pliers. A pathway to a new car, to time spent at home.
The shutting down of sensation combined with exacerbated sensitivity to touch is more difficult. I cannot see the subtleties beyond the instinctive fear of failing organs, fear of losing my autonomy, my drive, my forward motion while I have so many plans in various stages of design, conception, near completion.
And now my words feel laboured, granite blocks I'm heaving to the surface from some outdated subterranean mine that drips and gleams with phosphorescent life forms not meant for human eyes. I'm like a redirected synapse, firing out of sequence, sputtering across the lawn of my day half lit, but still not burning with the true and steady flame I know as mine.
The stranger knocking at my door is me without a map to this part of my journey and in my head I hear the unknown voice of Joko Beck say learn your ABC's. Time to repot, time to push the edges out and find and be A Bigger Container. Why does it always hurt to grow?
Today my head is dumb. All cluttered with the leaking brakes that set a christmas tree of lights to blinking on my dashboard; peripheral neuropathy sings and has its increasing way with opposites, both numbness and exquisite pain residing in the confines of my skin.
I keep looking down to see the bracelets that I do not wear and yet can feel encircling my wrist, my ankle. My fingers stutter more each day across the keys and fear flowers as I wonder if the lack of feeling on the left side of my lips heralds a drastic slackness that will take articulation from my voice.
The laws of attraction operate, so I believe, so when I ponder why I have brought failing brakes into my life I need to look at what avenues they open to me. Time spent at the mechanic. Certain knowledge that I will not fix this with some minutes spent with Google and some pliers. A pathway to a new car, to time spent at home.
The shutting down of sensation combined with exacerbated sensitivity to touch is more difficult. I cannot see the subtleties beyond the instinctive fear of failing organs, fear of losing my autonomy, my drive, my forward motion while I have so many plans in various stages of design, conception, near completion.
And now my words feel laboured, granite blocks I'm heaving to the surface from some outdated subterranean mine that drips and gleams with phosphorescent life forms not meant for human eyes. I'm like a redirected synapse, firing out of sequence, sputtering across the lawn of my day half lit, but still not burning with the true and steady flame I know as mine.
The stranger knocking at my door is me without a map to this part of my journey and in my head I hear the unknown voice of Joko Beck say learn your ABC's. Time to repot, time to push the edges out and find and be A Bigger Container. Why does it always hurt to grow?
Someday...
Every journey begins with a step...and we never know just what it will be that encourages us to take that step....to make a change whether it be by choice or by force....as we've learned this week...life changes in the split of a second...not a minute~ but a second. Today is that day to take that step....the step you've wanted to take to go in a new direction or to change your way of thinking~ to make the most out of right "now" ~ to appreciate, be thankful and grateful...tomorrow may never come...and we may never say or do something that we always wanted or needed to do...people we wanted to forgive, someone we wanted to thank~ a place we wanted to see...something we wanted to say.My heart and prayers go out to all and my heart is heavy for those who are experiencing the sting of death and the questions of how and why~ May someday we know 'Divine' Love....may we know forgiveness.. May all know the "peace" that surpasses all understanding~ that all may know the Love of God~ .....take a step today...do that something that aches at your heart and pulls at your dreams...I am thankful for you as a family and support....I'm thankful we have walked on this "path" 2 -gether..blessings!
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.~ Dickinson
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