Your english is better than my German so no apology required from you. It is I who must apologize for my inconsiderate lackings. You get your point across wonderfully.
It shows that they have the decisive ability to love, and that is a good thing. If they also show loyalty to you, well your more than halfway there. Honesty, and compassion and you just might have the whole package.
Lies are the substance by which we as people create the bastions and ramparts of the fortresses, which unnecessarily 'protect' us from the world around us. Each lie we tell requires more and more lies to substantiate the ideal. When this twisted skein is applied to those around us they require as much work to maintain as another entire life. Eventually the person birthing these fictitious views is so overwhelmed by the pressures of this new 'life' that they lose their original one. By now so much effort and constant work has been applied to the fortress of illusion that we live in, that we cannot abide the loss of our life's great work, when it begins to crumble as it inevitably will. First one crossed wire in the web, then another, then the panic stricken frenzy of trying to realign the 'truths'. The multitude of bandages applied to the castle can no longer support the fragile foundation and the keep comes crumbling down. Despair sets in as the 'life' created falls to pieces despite the most valiant attempts to rebuild the crumbling edifice. This despair is no less real than any other despair, because even though the fictional house of cards we applied as our front to the world was never really there, the resources required to create it were real nonetheless. Now the person has a choice to abandon the fraudulent for reality. Human nature and the pride associated with it, make a subtle attempt to assure the person that they can do better next time, after all if at first you do not succeed, try, try again. The truly wise abandon the course of deceit, but then again life is all but over when the true course of wisdom arrives at one's doorstep. Most often the repentant learn a few new tricks to the art of misconstruction, and sets sail for new lands in which to build glass houses more resistant to the stones of truth. If this is the course chosen, as is sadly to be expected of most, the person gradually becomes a shadow of their former self as the energy allotted to a person's life divided by two (or more) makes each fragment not truly whole in any way. The whole person has a fair chance of living life to its fullest, the fragmented, none at all. The liar ends up with nothing, but the sands of their ‘lives’, which slip constantly between fingers, made of frail shadow. The only means to the end of such despair is the creation of yet more illusions, to the point of the loss of the liar to all who once knew them. A burden the liar never intended for themselves in the first place nor the loss they envisioned for the living they leave behind. A very lonely sort of wasting created by the grey lies that burn in the light of truth at every dawn. Mark
I don't know what I was thinking 'Til I was thinking of you I don't remember a thing before I opened my eyes And you came into view I don't know what I was doing When there was nothing to do Must've been waiting for someone, baby Now I can see - I was waiting for you I'd give up my sight just to see you I'd beg, I would borrow and steal I'd cut off my hands just to touch you And tear out my heart so you'd know how I feel There's nowhere that I wouldn't follow There's nothing that I wouldn't do 'Cause I wouldn't wanna be me If I didn't have you Driving myself to distraction Until you got in my way I was just whistling Dixie 'til you struck up the band And they started to play I don't know how I was living Until you came in my life I always knew there was something wrong Then you came along Baby, you made it right I was alone in the silence 'Til I was hearing your voice I couldn't see my way clear until you parted the clouds And you gave me a choice I couldn't pick up the pieces 'Til I was falling apart I didn't know I was bleeding 'Til your love fixed this hole, baby, here in my heart I'd give up my sight just to see you I'd beg, I would borrow and steal I'd cut off my hands just to touch you And tear out my heart so you'd know how I feel There's nowhere that I wouldn't follow There's no place that I'd rather be This life without you would be hollow This love is a gift, and you gave it to me All that I am, you have made me And baby, I know that it's true I'd give it all up in a heartbeat Just to spend every moment with you There's no place that I wouldn't follow There's nothing that I wouldn't do 'Cause I wouldn't wanna be me If I didn't have you (If I Didn't Have You~Amanda Marshall)
If that is how she makes me feel in my heart and soul, the only thing I wouldn't give up is my children. Everything else is something I achieved and could easily regain with effort. Hey no illusions we all know that tomorrow brings the needs of the day and such but right now in my present circumstances I am doing fine it would just be more wholesome with that special person. More rewards and rhyme for the reason. There is no gain without some sacrifice we just need to see clearly what we can't live without for what the gain is truly worth.
My best friend, lover and equal. I want someone to share some of my intersts and be willing to share theirs or some of them with me. Communication, compassion, honesty, her own opinion. Emotional security or the ability to do so once past hurts are left behind. Someone who lives each day to the fullest, but loves the downtime between. Someone to hold and stare deep into. Understanding, and questioning. Someone who is both a guide and a follower to walk hand in hand through the future with. Someone with ups and downs and the smiles and tears that go with both. A woman who is looking for the last love of her life. Oh yeah I know I already said this but my best friend.
Hello there blue eyes, Just figured I would show an equal amount of respect here and visit your forum since you were kind enough to come and visit mine. Even though ya gave me the hell there eh? Just kidding I appreciate the comments and never take much too seriously, just don't get me started...
Well in regards to where I am from, I live in Timmins Ontario deep in the northern part of the country. Snow has come and gone and come again. We have a light dusting on the ground right now and the cold is settling in for the next 5 or 6 months. It is a wonderful land full of wildlife and forests, plenty of fresh water and such. I much prefer the calm and serene life here to that of cities so I am right at home. We used to be on a massive mountain range but the millions of years have eroded them down to hills and valleys. Many of the lakes here are glacial deposits from the last Ice Age and others are spring fed. Lots of good fishing and hunting here for enthusiasts.
Well that is a light profile for more details for the curious please feel free to deposit the questions in my email, the postman is a good friend and has no problems with quantity or quality. I will answer all questions to the best of my ability.
Accacia plants are highy developed and quite intelligent. When giraffe's come upon them and begin munching their leaves, the plant sends a signal to its roots to begin producing tannins which move up the plant's trunk but never reach the leaves for protection quick enough. The tannin atomizes when it leaks out the ruptured leaves and is carried downwind to other trees and warns them in advance. They begin producing the tannis and by the time the giraffe's arrive the leaves are too bitter to eat and the plant is saved.
Ah I could go on forever I have a current library of over 10,000 books and have loved each and every one of them... too bad my house burned down and I had to start over... Oh well material crap and such plus I got the room I needed to start over again
Chronicles of Corum by Michael Moorcock Lila by Robert Pirsig Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig Think on These Things by J Krishnamurti Behold the Man- Michael Moorcock The Story of Civilization by Will and Ariel Durant The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis Sandman Series of TPBs by Neil Gaiman Preacher TPBs by Garth Ennis The Fionovar Tapestry by Guy Gavriel Kay Memmory, Sorrow and Thorn by Tad Williams The Lords of Dus by Lawrence Watt Evans anything by Karl Edward Wagner The Deed of Paksenarion by Elizabeth Moon Conan novels by Robert E Howard any other novels by Robert E Howard Watership Down by Richard Adams any books by Howard phillips Lovecraft The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis The Lord of the Rings by John Ronald Reul Tolkien Amber Serie by Roger Zelazny Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury Les Miserables by Victor Hugo Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky Anna Karanina by Leo Tolstoy The Origin of Species by Charle Darwin Paradise Lost by Milton Lord of the Flies by William Golding Lyonesse Trilogy by Jack Vance Riftwar Saga by Raymond Feist First and Second Chronices of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever by Stephen R Donaldson The Earthsea Trilogy by Ursula K Leguin
should be a good start for next year... happy hunting and reading
The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep. ~Henry Maudsley
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran
Let your tears come. Let them water your soul. ~Eileen Mayhew
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward. ~Kurt Vonnegut
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, 1860
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. ~John Vance Cheney
Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed. ~Natalie Clifford Barney
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water. ~Antoine Rivarol
A woman wears her tears like jewelry. ~Author Unknown
To weep is to make less the depth of grief. ~William Shakespeare, King Henry the Sixth
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears. ~Ovid
Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either. ~Golda Meir
Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it. ~Albert Smith
Invisible tears are the hardest to wipe away. Just let it out, my friend. ~Adabella Radici
I heard the teardrop hit my pillow before I even knew I was crying. ~Amborella Oltre
Every woman is wrong until she cries, and then she is right - instantly. ~Sam Slick (Thomas Chandler Haliburton)
Women are never landlocked: they're always mere minutes away from the briny deep of tears. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
Tears are Summer showers to the soul. ~Alfred Austin, Savonarola
Lips that taste of tears, they say, Are the best for kissing. ~Dorothy Parker
Tears are the silent language of grief. ~Voltaire, A Philosophical Dictionary
Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion. ~Steel Magnolias
What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul. ~Jewish Proverb
I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea. ~Isak Dinesen
I like the snot to run a little, the tears to accumulate a bit before reaching for the handkerchief. Then I know I'm really crying. Crying just isn't crying unless it's messy. ~D.H. Mondfleur
Unless you have been very, very lucky, you have undoubtedly experienced events in your life that have made you cry. So unless you have been very, very lucky, you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit. ~Lemony Snicket
More grievous than tears is the sight of them. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men - at least they can cry. ~Jean Rhys
It is such a secret place, the land of tears. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince
Eric Clapton- I Feel Wonderful Tonight Coldplay- Yellow James Blunt- 1973 The Trogs- Wild Thing Alicia Keyes- Fallin' Sting- Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Enrique Iglesias- Hero The Cranberries- Dreams Jann Arden- Could I Be Your Girl U2- I Still Haven't Found What I'm Lookin For U2- Sweetest Thing Breathe- Faith Hill Kansas- Carry On My Wayward Son Kansas- Dust on the Wind Neil Young- Cinnamon Girl Red Hot Chili Peppers- Under the Bridge Sheryl Crow- The First Cut Is the Deepest Sarah McLachlan- Drawn to the Rhythm Sarah McLachlan- Sweet Surrender Dido- Thank You Roy Orbison- I Drove All Night Tom Petty- Learning To Fly
The most bizzare thing about love is thatit is often in the last place you look. Look at your list of places to check and start from the other end. Love often comes upon us out of the dark like a strangler or thug and takes our hearts without a moment's notice. I have given up on my ideals of love and once I had accepted this I found domeone who inspired me to greater things than I had ever had before. Now I have ot go back and rewrite my ideals go figure...
The lesson I took from this was to look upon every situation in my life and imagine what my father would have done. Then I do the exact opposite. It works like a charm, a lesson in the reversal.
A little boy of five Somewhere between my two son's ages Is brought up in his loving father's arms To bed Kissed and tucked in for the night Safe from the outside world His father lies beside him and holds his son Soon the two are close enough to share their heat The little boy is suddenly pushed onto his face Gently, but firmly and feels something strange It begins to hurt And he starts to cry The pain overwhelms his mind He clutches his pillow tight Tears and tiny screams It is over The boy lies bleeding Sobbing Alone
The pain is with him for the next few days And his father is somehow different The boy knows by the looks he gets And he feels as if he did something wrong A little time passes With a bit of healing No more blood Again his father brings him to bed Again the horrible feelings And the pain And the blood His father leaves him Alone Sobbing The cycle repeats itself The boy can remember the smell of his father's breath on his neck The animal grunting drowning his own cries The course touch of his hands Directing his tiny hands to his father's private place The swelling of his manhood And the pain it will bring The pattern begins to fill the boy with dread of night He prays that no one will come at night Sometimes he hears his father come up the stairs But thankfully something keeps him away In the morning his sister has the look His tiny little sister
Alone Sobbing The children fear the night The boy retreats into the darkness of his crawlspace Sometimes it is enough His father goes away But his sister suffers instead Occasionally he is found And dragged from his safety And filled with his father's love The courseness of his beard burns Leaving marks he is sure will be seen No one notices anything No ne says anything No one helps The boy is alone His sister is alone The boy grows older and begins to resist his fate Fighting back only gets him hurt more Beatings begin to occur in the day Sacred day where safety always lay Now becomes as frightening as the night Now as scary a place as the dark Nowhere to run Nowhere to turn His mother oblivious to his fate Father tells him it is for his own good And that it is what all fathers do To teach their sons to become men Years of this horror Shut the boy's mind down His father's game grows more obscene His manhood forced into his mouth And wet fluid spewn across his face On his back On his chest Scrubbing will not remove the smell Or the feel The taste mars all he eats He cannot wash it out
The little boy grows up He is now twelve Having endured the beatings and his father's love For far too long He wishes he were dead He prays to God to kill him Or do anything to him Just make his father's love go away His ister has withdrawn within herself And no longer has friends His mother's eyes are empty Cold Alone Blind Rage is replacing some of the fear But the little boy cannot do what his mind demands The conflict always gets him hurt And rewarded with his caresses One day he lashes out and beats his father Trying with all his heart to kill him His father lies broken and bloody Soaking into the pillows of his bed He is free His father is dead Sobbing Unknowing His father's eyes open And he smiles The boy's mind shatters as he runs away Never is he touched again Physically Privately His sister is the sole recipient of his father's love Her precious time alone While dad was loving his son Is not there to give her mind a break Her attention becomes constant She is lost Gone Empty Authorities come They take the father away in chains He is gone for a while And then returns He is sent away The father is gone The boy cries He has ruined his father His mother is lost His sister is crying Their family is alone
Moss is green (well certain types are) because in the days of yore creatures became extremely fond of browsing the pretty pink moss, and the species nearly became extinct. Appealing to mother nature the few remaining mosses put their petition fo a defense to her. She responded by turning them green to remind them of their envy for other plants colours. To this day the green mosses are still jealous but now they do not know why. But they have managed to blend in and are thriving in places they could not even visit before.
Well said! I appreciate your words, and those you have shared from other threads. Thanks for providing the evidence they require to hopefully propagate their growth!
And then radical movements within their system blow themselves and others up. The muslim faith is mirrored in the bible and yet you give it credibility and shun the other. Words are from people, but the word is for all. Let the Holy Spirit help you translate and you will see a brand new design here compatible with the world's religions. Do the same for other holy texts and you will find the same.
Sir you are absolutely correct else there wouldn't be so damnably many of them but the gist here is Spirituality. Never mind the pretty covers to the word (or the not so pretty ones) just read and listen to the word.
Oh yeah religion gave us money and it's wonders (just ask those without it) and napalm, and nuclear and biological weapons. Sure it hurts to be hit with the bible it is an impressively large tome, but wow to fear it more than mindless humans that's a leap of faith even I can't take.
Proof of a soul. Children have an amazing ability to comprehend what we have laboured long and hard to forget. We ride a bus and feel the pressures of the 'contact' of persons within our three foot personal space. We need not see the intruder yet we feel them at close distances. Children sitting in a room playing need only a few econds of contact at a much greater distance to allow them to 'communicate' in this fashion. A new child enters the play area and the others almost immediately look up, a few moments of internal scrutiny and they are all playing as a group. When this is not the case it is invariably the result of their environment, lack of contact with others etc. A baby knows when it's mother is out of range and will scream to allow its parent to find it again. How they cannot see beyond their noses at this point. The soul is present at birth and is unharnessed and not regulated. We as we receive hurts and barbs learn to protect this tender being and hence we cannot use its awesome strength beyond a mere few feet. Sad that our greatest gift is crippled at such a young age. To restore it to its former glory we must feed it. Take a wounded or abused animal, it is reticent and hesitant to accept contact. Feed it and its fears dissipate and you can restore the bond that once was shared. The same goes for our souls, feed it the miracles and blessings await.
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RE: Am Sorry !!!
Your english is better than my German so no apology required from you. It is I who must apologize for my inconsiderate lackings. You get your point across wonderfully.Mark