Caught in a world of lies and deception I can't but feed the way i feel you. Maybe your my escape, my last breath in a body dead of feeling and a soul so desperate of love. Let me show you the world through my eyes. Peace of heart, mine is not found anywhere. My decisions are starting to be made with you in mind....I can't go further, I won't survive the fall!. In a mind and body so rich, there is famine in my heart...hungry for passion, romance.....a feeling you are beigining to fill!! Don't give me a taste and then let me die........still empty.
Written By David
this poem was written for me by a good friend who has the skillz to move on to bigger and better things..but he choose the life of the thugz and now he is paying the price..
Can we lay upon the fields of gold and let sunshine slip are minds, you read my heart i read your soul, together we walk blind, I'm ready if you are my love.
to take this to a place, were my words erase your mind od fear and love if we create
to beautiful to withstand theres more at life at hand. there's heart, so imcomprehensible could be deadly, but i want you to be my second eye
my pride i tell you boo I'm ready
much time has past the everlasting has took place, I meet my match, a gift for god??
so i look into this case, Your charged!!! with atemp to steal my heart from my soul and I'm da judge at hand, your guilty, hope you keep my heart and be the only man
THEIF!!
this poem was given to me and written by my cyber sister
Past Lives
Strangers when they first meet,
Yet lovers in past lives,
Friends until the approaching end,
Then someday Lovers once again.
Meeting, making past mistakes,
Tales remembered, tales told,
Their minds searching, Listening as the stories unfold,
Truth of their lives, truth of their love.
Neither knew what heaven awaits.
Neither wished to die,
Yet knowing they both would.
Lovers held each other in their tender arms,
Reuniting past bonds.
Then the night softly fell, the light returns and with it the dawn,
A pure white dove, begins to sing on the still.
Few final words, a tender touch,
Knowing they love each other,
Knowing their love was strong enough.
The Lovers part once again.
Friends until the bitter end.
Yet Lovers in past life.
Strangers when the next unite.
Lovers in their past lives.
Lovers in their future lives.
my brother found this on the net somewhere..if you know where this is from please let me know so i can give credit to where credit is due
Always look on the bright side of life. Always look on the light side of life.
If life seems jolly rotten, there's something you've forgotten, And that's to laugh and dance and smile and sing. When you're feeling in the dumps, don't be silly chumps. Just purse your lips and whistle! That's the thing.
And always look on the bright side of life. Always look on the right side of life.
For life is quite absurd and death's the final word. You must always face the curtain with a bow. Forget about your sin! Give the audience a grin. Enjoy it! It's your last chance, anyhow.
So, always look on the bright side of death, Just before you draw your terminal breath.
Life's a piece of shit, when you look at it. Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true. You'll see it's all a show. Keep 'em laughing as you go. Just remember that the last laugh is on you!
And always look on the bright side of life. Always look on the right side of life.
this was sent to me by Carlos a friend from Icq it is for us who are friendships grow close in front of the computer screen
FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In PMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
hey just surfing the net i found this one...it made me think...
My knees start to shake,
When you're in sight.
My mind's filled with wonder,
My heart with fright.
When will this feeling stop?
When did it start?
How can i listen to my mind,
Without breaking my heart?
I'm so confused what should i do?
I can't think of anything,
Except of you.
Should i ignore you?
Or just give it time?
Ican't think straight,
My heart controls my mind!
This is a part of a song that it makes me smile everytime I hear it
The thought of you it lifts the heart The sight of you i fall apart
i got this off the MTV site
I'VE BEEN BLESSED As I look around me, I realize the gift I've been given. It is one that beyond any reasonable dream. It is my reality. It is everything I am made of, and everything my father brought me up to be. It is my pride, courage, my big heart, soul, and spirit, the politeness, the courtesy, the gift, my land. You know es Puerto Rico. My success. Like I said, I've been blessed. A sense of pride because I know who I am and where I stand. The wealthiest of man will never know what it is to have such a rich culture like this young man. Given 3 different types of blood combined in a beautiful one: African, Spanish, & the all mighty Taina. Luis Pales Matos wrote it, Lola Rodriguez D'tio said it, Hosto, and Dr. Pedro Albizu Capos expressed it, and as I stand before you, I represent it. Because as my mother was giving birth, she also knew I would be blessed. When you close your eyes and think of paradise, what do you see? Blue clear skies, white sands, an atmosphere of total relaxation and mental emancipation of all worries. I'll tell you what you see. You see Borinquen la hija del mar y el so. You see Puerto Rico, my own personal center spot. So let yourself be surrounded by this mystical Caribbean enchantment, and by us the "puertorros", Latinos, Boricuas. It doesn't matter how you write it, it's all equal. As I look around me I realize the gift I've been given. It is a gift of sense, of all those inspirational values. It's my heart, my opinion, and can't ever be argued and all of you are my brothers and sisters then again, again, and again I have to say I've been blessed. Here and everywhere I'm proud to say: Soy puertorriqueno!
I got this from my e-mail
FRIENDS Around the corner I have a friend In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone And I never see my old friend's face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just as well As in the days when I rang his bell, And he rang mine. We were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men. Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name. "Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim" "Just to show that I'm thinking of him" But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And distance between us grows and grows. Around the corner!-yet miles away, "Here's a telegram sir-" "Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend. If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say what you mean. Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. Seize the day and have no regrets. Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person you are today and are what it's all about anyway. Pass this along to your friends. Let it make a difference in your day and theirs. The difference between expressing love and having regrets which may stay around forever. This is a love chain letter. Within 1 hour you must send it to other people. Within 5 days you will have a miraculous occurrence in your relationships. You will find new love or have a old love rekindled. If you do not send it, you will have once again passed up the opportunity to do something loving and beautiful and continue the trend that gives. I'm not going to make silly claims that this same letter has been traveling around since before the advent of email and typewriters. It doesn't contain gruesome stories of what has happened to the people who haven't sent it on. It doesn't need to. If you've received this it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care. If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it would take right now to forward this to ten people, would it be the first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? I can tell you it certainly won't be the last. I don't have to make up silly stories about people being hit by buses or crushed by falling disco balls for not sending this letter on. You've seen the result of this neglect in your own relationships that you have allowed to fade, dissolve, and fall into disrepair. Take this opportunity to set a new trend. Take a few minutes to send this to a few people you care about, just to let them know that you're thinking of them. It's even better if they're not people you already correspond with every week. The more people you send this to, the better luck you will have. And the better you'll get at reaching out to those you care about. Here's the deal: Forward this letter to at least 10 different people; within 1 hour of receiving it. Do it, and reap what you sow: luck in love, people who care for you, and that warm glowy feeling that comes from loving others. Don't do it, and suffer the consequences of being alone, wrapped up in your own affairs, and being too busy to do the things you actually care about. May love litter your life with blessings!! The End
When you thought I wasn't looking you hung my first painting on the refrigerator, and I wanted to paint another. When you thought I wasn't looking you fed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals. When you thought I wasn't looking you baked a birthday cake just for me, and I knew that little things were special things. When you thought I wasn't looking you said a prayer, and I believed there was a God that I could always talk to. When you thought I wasn't looking you kissed me good-night, and I felt loved. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt--but that it's all right to cry. When you thought I wasn't looking you smiled, and it made me want to look that pretty, too. When you thought I wasn't looking you cared, and I wanted to be everything I could be. When you thought I wasn't looking--I looked . . . and wanted to say thanks for all those things you did when you thought I wasn't looking.
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened hisArmy uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't,the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She now lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."
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