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I Like you for who you are
Not for what you can be
Likening you is the best thing ever happened to me
With you my world is at peace just because you like me
And not for what I can be

the light in you eyes has the power to feed my hunger that I burn for you ,these waves of hunger will never breke or lose trace only embrace, the light in your eyes is like a rising sun that can shine through the darkest skies ,your eyes are the only sound of love that are locked in tune as we dance into the moonlight..

I know my heart would break
But I had to let it be so
Cause if I didn't let you go
I know my tears forever will flow
And with fear of the pain that is to come
I strengthened myself for that hurtful blow
It was hard, so hard to let you go
But I wore a smile, so no one will know
And all the vanities of life couldn't dress the pain
The most beautiful gowns I wore in vain
The truth, no matter how long, could never hide
Cause when I said goodbye to you, a part of me had died
A broken mind, a broken heart, a broken soul
To ease the pain, I wanted to turn back to you.........
A heart that was so cold
I stopped and think and began to comprehend
That with or without you this pain has no end
So dream me a dream for a very long time
Not in this world or the next, you can never be.............
My Valentine

Theres someone who loves with a love that keeps growing as days come and go.So Remember that always each day the year through (Someone Cares I Do)

Baby It's Cold Outside. Wish I had a place to hide. Somewhere warm inside. These signal digit temperatures are too cold for me. Under a blankie all cuddled in a ball is what you'll find when you come to call. Not doing much cause Baby It's Cold Outside. No, I don't dare to go out anywhere.

It's too cold for children to play as they beg to ride their sleigh. Instead they drive you crazy. Inside and in the way of all you had planned to do. Still, everyone loves a snow day. No school makes the kids say, how cool.

Be thankful for food and a warm home. Stay safe if you have to roam. Hopes are set for these cold days to pass. Then we will not be thinking that Baby It's Cold Outside. Soon it will be warmer weather at last.

I planted a roes
Blood red was the flower
Gave her one red rose
Only my rose was not welcom
My rose is now dead...

If you like chips or crisps
All greasy and yummy
You wont’ be able to wait
To get these ones to your lips
So good for you and your tummy
Because they taste so great!

This lovely dark green leaf kale
Hailed, yes “Hail to Kale”
As the “worlds healthiest food”
So you know it’s got to be good!

It’s called the “new beef”
Those beautiful leafs
It’s the “queen of the greens”
You know what I mean!

It’s a lovely recipe with a twist
Very, very easy and oh so hip!

Recipe’
Dry the leaves well after washing
It's better for storing and tossing

Grab a large pan that you’ll be shovin’
Into a preheated 375 degree oven

· 1. Take all the green leaves off the stem
You don't want to use them
That part is thicker and bitter

· 2. Chop those leaves up nicely into chip/crisp sizes
This recipe will win you some smiles and prizes

· 3. Into a large bowl they will go with power

· 4. Drizzle with extra virgin olive oil to shower

· 5. Tong toss them up add pepper and sea salt too
Everyone will love them Mmmmm - through and through

· 6. Now add that sensual chopped garlic

· 7 And some herbs you love fresh from the garden

· 8 Let that mixture sit that's the trick

· 9 Toss every once in awhile for the flavors to mix

Baking
Now, spread out this heavenly mixture on your pan
Into the oven is the plan

· In 15 minutes gently toss them around a bit
· In 30 minutes they are crisp and perfectly fit

Now you can munch on kale leaves just like chips
Use these crisps/chips as a delightful garnish
For any creative dish
Or simply eat them up . . .
Until they vanish!

Under lieing depression,has me locked down in my room,is it your lieing or my depression that has watered my garden of confusion,i should pull the weeds that are growing between the crops,feel better all ready just taking some direction thats movin away from you,under lying depression things seem to turn into one,where are my blue swede shoes,i will make some consessions that will help me make it through the night,maybe i should just count my blessings,enjoy mornings first light,cant put a lable on it,under lieing,depressing isn't.

As i Look from My Window Trough The Dark of Night I Gaze Apoun My Love And Wish To Hold Her Tight But She is far Away in Another Distant Land And it Truly Saddens My Heart Should She find Another Man Will She Think of Me The Way i Think of Her What About The Memories Should We Store Them in Jar No i Sadly Pour My Heart Out Cause Im Just a Lonely Jigalo But a Jigalo That i Am Has a Beautiful Heart And Soul i Will Never Seek for Worthless Treasure of Things Such as Silver And Gold i Will Seek for Something Worth So Much More As i Walk The Occeans Sand Seaching For My Blessing To Reach My Lovers Hand All Though Shes Many Miles Away Still Here Shes in My Heart Always And forever True Love Never Parts So i Look Out At The Beautiful Heavens And Stars That Light The Sky But Still My Heart is Saddend Cause for My Love id Die So Safely Let My Love Return Cause Im Just a Lonely Jigalo




Posted Wed 8 October 2014 6.o3 Author Joel o Neill

Freedom's Illusion

Freedom conjures sight of wings
but illusion traps us all.
Geese that fly fall behind
from shots by hunters in their blind.
The geese southern flight
is a constant risk,
no more freedom than a fish
swimming freely in the sea
till net or hook their freedom steal.
Oceans favor blue skies mirth
their preference kissing sandy shore
wallowing in ancient lore,
yet loose control of "White Squall's birth,
it's tidal flow
at mercy
of "Moody Moon's Turf.
And so in a trap is all of Man,
it nests within his soul.
And he feels the rakish lust
from the tines of lying myths
that he and he alone is blessed
with freedoms bliss,
until he tries to fly,
and feels the weight of gravity's drag.
So now he sits upon the sand,
watching black fish die on land
while juggling tar balls in his hands.
His only freedoms are his thoughts.
And maybe that's enough.