RE: Little Confessions .. today and everyday ...

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RE: Using Song Lyrics

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RE: Mary’s getting married to a moron

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RE: I stuck this in here...

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RE: Is it sooo important to find love in life ?? to be happy and feel life is worthwhile ..

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Just a Dream?

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RE: i saw somany profiles.....did mistake?

My friend you neglected to say click click and as such the call to the outer quadrant cannot be completed as dialed. Please hang up and try again...

RE: If - Love is a

Tis but my own imperfect view of the query and by no means exhaustive of its merit. I eagerly await other interpretations and do not wish to see one solitary opinion or perspective sully such a wonderfully abstract thread. Please allow it to continue.

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RE: Story behind my name

My moniker is a translation of desolate spirit of which I most assuredly carry about in search of blessings with which to fill all the holes and return me to myself. Gifts which i find in abundance on the forums I might add as gems of wisdom and compassion passed about by lovely folks such as yourself.

RE: If - Love is a

There are so many vibrant aspects of Love that it could never be contained in a single colour. I also believe that it would have to be represented by a myriad of individual colours and not any sort of blending into a uniform hue.

White for its purity.
Red for its passion.
Blue for its depth.
Yellow for comfort.
Green for the promise of life.
Purple for intoxication.
Orange for its heat.

and virtually every other shade, hue, tint, tone, cast, shade, tinge, nuance, tincture, complexion, and pigment under the sun.

Just a Dream?

Standing in the doorway, I see them all heading for the doorway of the house, which is of course wide open thanks to the eldest two boys. Out of the corner of my eye I see the fishing rod suddenly arch toward the river and instinct has me half way to it before I know I have left the shed. Stumbling on the ground as I tear after the rod, I still look about to see her face. Concern beginning to play at the edges of my mind, knowing that she would never leave the children or the rod for long. Just as I reach the hammock the twig snaps and the rod begins its course into the river. Lunging and diving I grab the cork handle and eat a mouthful of sand for my efforts. The rod lurches very convincingly toward the river and I know that whatever has the other end is quite serious. Drawing up to my feet my thumb desperately loosening the drag, I reef back on the rod to test the weight of the hunter on the other end. Astonishingly enough I do not even budge it, and my heart races with anticipation. The only dismay in my heart is that by rights this catch belongs not to me but the one I Love and I feel for a moment like a thief. Bracing my feet I begin the game which ends in victory for only one. After a few minutes I am confused by the fish’s lack of running, it seems to just pull and hold in the same spot. Wondering if the line is caught on some rock or log between the two of us I start for the water and wade in up to my knees searching for some sign all the while the line lunging against my hands.
The line goes limp suddenly and I see a bubbling eddy ahead just on the edge of my vision. Looking up I see raven gossamer swirling in the headwaters, and the unmatched creamy skin of the only angel who could ever hold my heart. Her perfect face rises out of the water drawn tight with a smile that threatens to burst into open laughter at the look of confusion on my own face. One strong slender hand rises from the water at her side to wave a hook-less lure, and she starts laughing as if in the throes of the grandest joke ever.
She casually wades towards me and the rod is soon forgotten as her glistening breasts bounce on the waves hypnotizing my eyes. Like a robot I find myself taking steps toward her without thought. Arms wrap around my neck and a hand wipes the dirt from my face and then I see her eyes staring into mine and I am completely lost just like every time I have ever peered into their depths. She pulls my head down and brushes my lips with her own, whispering as a gentle gust of her breath under my nose. I cannot hear her words as the scent captivates my brain completely. She pushes me gently back with her arms making me walk backwards through the water and I do not resist as her hips come into view swaying as they shed streams of water to each side. Caught up in the vision that steals my will each time I see it, I stumble and trip on a rock and fall backwards into the water. Eyes wide open I see her reaching for me with her whole body and find her suddenly tight against my own. Rather than struggle to surface I embrace her soft curves and seek her mouth with my own. She bites my lip and pulls back gently but firmly so that my head lifts from below the waves. Her hands on my cheeks guide me back to my feet and she leaps into my arms.
Turning I see the children rushing towards the shore smiles on their knowing faces, as I rise dripping out of the water with my angel in my arms, her own tight around my neck.

Just a Dream?

Sweat running down my forearms and face, I curse, wiping the swelter from my brow as it leaks into my eyes. The sun is pounding down upon my head and my clothes are soaked as though I was swimming all day long. A gust of wind rises and carries a swath of dust that carelessly covers my face and arms in streaks of grey. The humming scream of the machine whirs is my head drowning out the peaceful sounds of nature.
The top of the bluff where I stand, overlooks a wondrous Eden filled with tiny figures frolicking in and on the river’s edge. Even from the distance I can see the most glorious angel lying with her shades and a wide-brimmed hat on her hammock between two trees. Relaxed, yet aware of the children who play all about her, and of course the fishing pole lodged in the fork of a slender branch thrust into the ground a few feet away.
A loud snapping sound tears me from my reverie, and I turn just in time to see a length of metal hurtling toward my head from the machinery, which is now howling in outrage from a lack of water. I throw myself to the ground in a heap of dust and cuttings narrowly avoiding the rod as it plummets over the edge of the hill. Reaching up, I stop the machine before it does more damage, and survey the scene. Filthy with rage I stomp off the bluff to race down the trail back to the aerie of the angels.
After a few moments the sounds of children in full flight slam into my ears knowing that just over the next rise they will surround me with innocent questions. Aware of the mask of irritation from the machine’s breakdown I draw a smile to my face knowing what lies ahead. As certain as the sunrise I am mobbed just as I crest the last hill. Carrying the youngest and with the others in tow, I head off seeking desperately for the vision, which will make everything better. She never runs to me, and always has the calm of a catnap, but this time when I turn the last treed corner, her hammock lies empty. Curious but not surprised I shoo the children off as best I can and head for the shed to find materials for the drill to run again. The children are like a pack of puppies always at arm’s length and filled with more questions than a court case.
Rummaging through boxes looking for the object I need to continue working I notice that she has still not arrived. Standing to stretch, I head for the doorway to see that her hammock yet lies empty and there is no sign of her. Smiling at her mischief I look at our eldest son and ask him to look for her in the house. He runs off with his younger brother in tow. The two girls are chasing butterflies and their youngest brother is heading back to me, upset that he cannot keep up with them. Hoisting him up in the air he screams with delight and wraps his arms around my neck. Pulling him away I notice that much of the dirt on my body has mysteriously transferred to his face and shirt. Knowing that it is much too late to worry I let him hold tight to my neck and bend to the ground where he regains his feet. He of course hammers me with a barrage of questions, “What’cha doin’? What’cha lookin’ for? When are you coming swimming with us? What’s for dinner?” Until I tell him what it is that I need. He starts looking in earnest and I am drawn to sounds beyond the doorway. The girls suddenly march right up to their brother and take him by the hand, he fights to stay but they show him a beautiful yellow and black butterfly that they have captured in a jar and he is mesmerized.

RE: Where have all the good ones gone?

I prefer to see the aging thing as more akin to a fine wine, just keeps getting better with each and every day. Besides we are only as old or young as we feel.

RE: Where have all the good ones gone?

There yet remain good ones on this site but they are worn out from a long Saturday night as none of us are getting any younger. Fortunately for myself I rarely sleep so I am up and around even if I am not really that good myself.grin

If you Could...

See that is what I was looking for. A unified group based on her preference and a location suitable to the gathering. Thank you for this and I would assuredly Love a trip to any archaeological site of merit such as those you mentioned.hug

If you Could...

It seems that the limitation of three is the greatest hindrance. But I do see it is as imperative to what I am asking here as it decidely allows for a setting that would best accomodate the group (which is being neglected by you recalcitrant postersgrin ). So in all fairness to overcome these barriers just choose groups of three one place (reasons for all of course) and then post again with a new set of companions and reasons and of course a new place as well.

If you Could...

Cheater... only three and a location and reasons damn you reasons............!!!!hug hug hug

Of course I neglected to mention you but that would require a trip to Alexandria's library, the Vatican storehouses and the ancient world of Israel and I couldn't think of who else would want to go there.hug hug

10 Things About My Friend

Liar... you knew all these simple words you are just trying to bolster my uneducated mind in light of your overwhelming superiority. First off you are a woman and I could in no way ever compare to that and in case you have forgotten I have read most everything you have posted on these forums. You are too brilliant for mere words, and a treasure of a friend.hug hug

If you Could...

...Visit with three people here on CS anywhere in the world. Who would they be? Where would you go? And Why would they be the ones you chose?

For me I would choose Sommer, MBCasey, and PietroPaoloV.
I would prefer some sedate ancient city environment after dark of course.
Sommer for her unequivocal friendship. Ken for the man he is and what I could be with but a few moments in his presence. PietroPaoloV because with him the sky is the limit for certain.

Adventure abounds who would you choose, where would you go and why?

RE: If you could change the CS Name of the person above, what would it be?

HeavenSent

RE: Is it sooo important to find love in life ?? to be happy and feel life is worthwhile ..

Nothing worth having comes without some sort of fight. The greater the price the more certain you are about it if you do decide to pursue it.hug

RE: I stuck this in here...

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RE: I stuck this in here...

Well now we are getting to the hard of the matter. Engulfing him with your thighs and you somehow seem to believe that it wouldn't be hard. You are not giving your form the proper respect here young lady.grin

RE: hostel

Hostel 1 and 2 are both horror films that supply gratuitous violence and a subtle message that I found more disturbing than the portrayals within. These films have taken the undercurrent of foreign nations and their less that the West belief and propagated feelings of mistrust towards small countries that are unlike our own. Subconsciously I cannot see how these films have done anything of merit to the travel industry, especially for those who do not set off in absolute luxury. The beauty of so many far off places is crippled by their theme as fear is the only lesson shown throughout and further hatred dispensed upon people who in their own way are much like ourselves.

RE: I stuck this in here...

They are merely words and you know in your heart I would nor could never refuse to give them to you at any time. As for your face lovely lady I Love the one you wear on your sleeve, it is the truest representation of you bar none.hug

RE: Hi everyone

Welcome Lewis and do wander about a bit and post to your heart's content. You will find that even when we are at odds their is a bond of community here that surpasses all other sites that claim to have what you have just found.handshake

RE: hostel

For modern horror nothing quite touched me in ways that I can shake like the House of a Thousand Corpses and the Devil's Rejects. Those films are subliminal in their approach to the point that the real horror comes to you long after the graphic scenes are washed away.
Wrong Turn is likewise a film of this calibre.

RE: I stuck this in here...

There is a brilliant yet simple game for the PS2 console called Katamari Damacy. I always loved to watch my son play that game. It involves you as a tiny little ball that rolls about gathering objects to increase in size and allow you to gather larger and larger objects until the size requirement is attained for the next level. Life is so much like that in my eyes. We have to roll about selectively gathering the bits and pieces that entitle us to move onto the next phase of life. We have to be selective of course as some lessons are too great to take and comprehend their value until we have completed the phases before. Life's journey is all about acceptance and learning. There is no part of the good that you experience that is lost it just takes a more passive stance in your character as it becomes part of the foundation of whom you are becoming.hug hug hug

RE: I stuck this in here...

As yet another addendum to my previous post I meant to add that we are not what drifts in the lazy current of the river of life, we are in truth the river, ever changing yet always the same following the course that draws us forth into the great beyond always at odds with the banks that hold us in their gentle yet firm grasp.hug hug hug

RE: I stuck this in here...

Temporally premature in my part of the world for the evening thread but for you dear lady I will draw the blinds to share in a special moment.

I believe that all things that have gone will hold us prisoner until we accept the lesson hidden within their essence. There is grace and loveliness in heaps to reflect on and it is in these things that we discover who we truly are. Hold tight to the charity your own spirit endows upon us as such reflection is often overlooked and soon forgotten.
We do not head back into the stream of life to seek that which we have already experienced as it is as impossible as stooping down to take the same handful of water from a river. Each handful represents something different and no one of them has the same lesson.
The difficulty lies in trying to keep ourselves true to who we were when in actuality we have changed and must need address this change to subtly prod it in a direction that stands the test of the inner mirror.
In the peace and pain there are equal portions of either. They are not separate in any way. The peace brings us pain as we see what we believe we have lost and in the pain we see the most profound moments of our joy which stand as contrast to this.
Of course he was right for you, there would never be anything in your life that was wrong, it just wasn't meant to be there forever. The lesson learned and the next class lies ahead. Graduation comes from just accepting and forgiving yourself for refusing to let the natural rhythm lead you on the journey that is yours and yours alone.
Once we become our true selves we will find the significant other who is likewise complete and then the road carries no more obtrusive branches just wealths of experience to share in until our twilight years finally draw down the shades.
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