I am a open book of magic most sour. I am the tome of shadows you scour. You scan me for spells this dark hour. You read my faulted pages by the fire.
But who can comprehend you, Modred? Would Merlin know the pages you've read? Could a candle's flame enter your head? Why is the Necronomecron by your bed?
You spurn me but my darkness you read. For your familiar you'd surely intercede. I have watched your cat for you bleed. You hold your wand like a broken reed.
Does your eyes sparkle as you interpret? Or do you think and just then forget? Are we all just to you like a toy or pet? Don't you now have a least one regret?
Read on as for me you will surely learn. With care I know you will soon return. I will watch you as your eyes will burn. Know this, "One day it will be my turn."
I used to sell my plasma to buy cigarettes with. My blood was so thick I had to take asprins to have it thin enough to pump out into the bag. I wished somebody would have told me that it was chloresterol that had my blood so thick. When I had my first heart attack and they put the stent in my cardiologist told me that smoking constricts the arteries making them smaller and the chloresterol is like thick glue. I had to take Plavix because of the stent and chloresterol medicine to thin the chloresterol down. I learned that there is good and bad chloresterol. Doc told me the nitroglycerin actually opens the artery and that is why I had to keep it on my person. It is a little small tablet and you put it under your tongue. I was told to take an aspirin a day. You are going through a hard thing to deal with. I can understand why you would be stressed.
I felt tranquility, once. We talked about everything. We would both get angry, sometimes. We would both sull, lol. We would go on drives and talk. We had great times. We relied on each other strengths. She had the commonsense and I had the book learning. There were areas I relied on her and vice-versa. There wasn't any competition. We just accepted that that she was better in dealing with some things and I was better in dealing with other things. I could rely on her and she could rely on me. It was wonderful for both of us. I miss her.
You could date a cleptomaniac like I did. She had a very large purse. We would go to Ryans and she would fill it with cookies, t-bone steaks and enough food there to last for days. She could take a hundred bucks and make it stretch. She was the kind of gal that could squeeze the oil out Lincoln's hair on a penny. She saved coupons and we would only buy only with the coupons. She knew where the double coupon stores were. You always wanted to read the newspaper before she got a hold of it with the scissors though, lol.
Mother Earth News. I was surprised that the magazine is still in publication. I also liked CarTunes. I can't even find information on it on the web but remember enjoying reading it.
Great project, James. I think it would be great posted in Mother Earth News. I wonder if the magazine still exists. I uesd to love to read it.
Tomorrow, I will get my nursing assistant cerification and will done with class until the state examination comes up. After tomorrow my life will go back to quasi-normal. It was so cool to get the pin, today and say hi to my coworkers who were pusing for us to pass so that we can take up the slack. Some have quit since we started college and some have been working many overtime hours because of being understaffed. I know they will be glad when we start back to work where they can have weekends off, again and not have to live at the job.
I can still visualize the white Bronco chase. I thought they are not even trying to catch him. It was like it was just staged for tv. I thought this must be the way celebrities get chased. I guess the idea is to commercialize it till every cent can be made off it then see if a crime had been committed or not.
Patti, there are some things that you can do. Take part in the DA thread. Get even more friends on CS. Get in touch with your world there so that you can bring more of it in here. Try to keep a positive outlook. Remember a smile can be infectious. The negativity of the foums can get you down. You are a human and humans face these kind of feelings and emotions. I write poetry and it may help you. That funny and unbeat you mentioned is needed in CS. It is good that you talk about your problems and issues. I try to do that and it helps me. We are real people behind the words in the posts.
John Dunn's poetry was in the movie we watched lately at college. It was about a cancer patient. I think the movie was called, "Wit". I was impressed with his work. I always wanted to vote Walter Cronkite for president. I think hearing, "That was the way it was" makes more sense but then I like Andrew Jackson's style, too. Andrew was the only one who really knew how to cuss in office. When he was pissed off people knew it.
I would like to read, "Paradise Lost" by John Milton. It was wrote in 1667 and republished in 1674. We touched on it in class when I was in high school but I would like to try to read the whole thing.
I can see where you would find peace that soon. In your mind it was already over and done with then. In my first divorce with my wife I felt that type of peace. The second time I divorced her I went straight into another marriage. I have felt peace in the sense of my wife's death now after a year and a half. That peace took a lot longer to get. I am comfortable with it now. Thanks you have been very helpful.
It does make a difference how you see yourself. I know the separation time can put one in what the clinical sense is termed cultural shock. It seems that way for me atleast when I had to adapt to do everything by myself. The widower separation seemed different than the divorce separation. But the result comes out to be the way of not married. In my head it seems different. I know it part of the grieving process because available is still a part I am dealing with. I guess it is a issue that I still have to resolve. It does start to get clearer, though as time goes by. I have been told for each one it can be different. I think one can be available but not ready. I have read where a lot of people on CS have been single for a long time and have dealt with those issues. I find it hard to put into words.
I have a friend at work named Matt. Matt is gay and has been trying to act straight for the nursing home because I think he is having trouble understanding his identity. He is comfortable with it and seems happy most of the time but gets heckled. He met this lesbian lady at the college whose girlfriend is real flamboyant and does not care who sees her with her girlfriend. Matt and her talk a lot. I think he wants to be as open as she is it with it. He has met a gay friend at work and man the residents are having trouble dealing with it. The closest I could come to helping him with it was in relating how I felt when I was real stoned and drunk and tried to act sober.
How do you see yourself? Maybe someone who has been the process can identify. If you were married for a long time or been married more than once does it feel strange not to be married? I know the word for it is single but single was how I was before I was married. Since my wife died I feel unmarried now. I am just trying to cope with the lables.
I got to like the Chinese accent, too, when I was in Kentucky. We had this favorite Chinese place we ate at on Dixie highway. It was small just an old man, his wife and his daughter that could speak English fluenty. The wife would ask would you likey some chicken flied rice. This is some good chicky flied rice. It used to crack my wife and me up. They did great business and it was only 4 dollars for drink and box of chicken fried rice.
I like the Australian accent, too. I like the part in the movie, "Crocodile Dundee", where he says 'nice knife' then pulls out that long knife and says 'heres a real knife', lol. I would love to have that hat, too, lol.
Oh, I can remember Sweetest Day when we had it in Kentucky. I can remember my wife at the time wishing me Happy Sweetest Day. I had never found out what it was so thanks for defining it.
If you care about them then be a friend and no further. If you are trying to do more than help them get over an ex and trust you then you might be overloading yourself. I tried to help someone and then got emotionally involved. That was unprofessional of me and I felt that I needed help at that point. If they are unwilling to let it go then they are not ready no matter how much they want to be ready. Backing off would be the logical thing to do however I have found that relationships can defy logic. You might have to move on like they will have to move on if they ever become ready to move on. Ultmatums makes sense even though it may seem harsh but it might take something harsh to help them to move on. Sometimes one has no alternative but to give tough love. One can set one's self up for a fall. I am sure each case can be different and there might not be any right way to do it. I find it hard to be detached when I care about someone.
The nurses were trying to get the residents to take a bath. The resident said he wasn't taking a bath. The nurse said on yes are going to take a bath. It reminded me when I tried to give my son a bath a long time ago and there was soap suds are over the bath room, lol. Some people don't like bathing, lol.
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RE: Hit me with some Poetry
Modred's Curseby RainbowSlider
I am a open book of magic most sour.
I am the tome of shadows you scour.
You scan me for spells this dark hour.
You read my faulted pages by the fire.
But who can comprehend you, Modred?
Would Merlin know the pages you've read?
Could a candle's flame enter your head?
Why is the Necronomecron by your bed?
You spurn me but my darkness you read.
For your familiar you'd surely intercede.
I have watched your cat for you bleed.
You hold your wand like a broken reed.
Does your eyes sparkle as you interpret?
Or do you think and just then forget?
Are we all just to you like a toy or pet?
Don't you now have a least one regret?
Read on as for me you will surely learn.
With care I know you will soon return.
I will watch you as your eyes will burn.
Know this, "One day it will be my turn."