Dear Dagney:
Hearts and flowers and peace and love!
CoCo
you, my beloved -- dearest soul ever to touch a foot .
upon the hallowed earth 'pon which now i kneel --.
it's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of .
Dear Dagney:
Hearts and flowers and peace and love!
CoCo
you, my beloved -- dearest soul ever to touch a foot .
upon the hallowed earth 'pon which now i kneel --.
it's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of .
Yes, Tornapart -- I know what you mean! It's the heart that speaks. What is essential is invisible to the eyes. The fox to the Little Prince.
Rip: !!!
Many thanks to both of you; I've had MAJOR healing and closure.
Have a wonderful day.
Love,
CoCo est content
you, my beloved -- dearest soul ever to touch a foot .
upon the hallowed earth 'pon which now i kneel --.
it's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of .
No longer does a lingering melancholia -- brought on by you -- bite into my soul,
tearing apart the fabric of a life once so fervently devoted to wasting despair.
A long-sought release from a pain unrelenting I see dimly upon a rosy horizon
that steadily creeps, now robustly looms before a man unaccustomed to joy.
How will I use this new lease on life that renews and invigorates a wretch
who one time had been caught in the throes of love's death victorious?
http://www.citizenkoch.com/blog/entry/statement-about-public-broadcasting.
i've always considered public broadcasting to be a good idea that doesn't really work out.
the people who run public broadcasting are elitist and self-righteous, and they take money from huge corporations.
Greetings, Hortensia et al:
I hope this is in line with the specifics of your OP.
I viewed The Corporation yesterday. Among other topics was a blow-by-blow account about Fox News pulling a carefully researched story on growth hormones in cows' milk. I believe the beleagured anchors/researchers had to revise the script 83 times. It ended up in a court case in which Fox won against the lady anchor.
The truth about Monsanto would have put at risk Fox's 3 billion dollar investment . . .
CC
today, today, as with all those new days before, .
i awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal .
flights of fancy, and that they should take .
who were the heroes on the TITANIC? the artists.
Good point, fakesmile -- thanks!
You're wlecome, Sam; I appreciate your comment very much.
Best wishes.
CC
today, today, as with all those new days before, .
i awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal .
flights of fancy, and that they should take .
fakesmile . . .
Sounds like a winning combo!
Who knows what's down the pike for any of us?
Thanks again.
Hope to "talk" again soon.
CHEERS!
CoCo
today, today, as with all those new days before, .
i awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal .
flights of fancy, and that they should take .
Thank you, fakesmile, for your intriguing comments.
Are those your words? I'll Google JDM: An American Prayer and look for the connection.
Many thanks for adding thought-provoking words to this thread.
CoCo
today, today, as with all those new days before, .
i awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal .
flights of fancy, and that they should take .
With gratitude, sooner7 and Q aka Q.
Peace and blessings.
CoCo bids you both a good night . . .
today, today, as with all those new days before, .
i awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal .
flights of fancy, and that they should take .
WONDERFUL, Quincy!
I was hoping to hear from you again. Thank you so much for posting your beautiful words here, with the reminder we must remain humble.
Wishing you and yours good health.
Best.
CoCo des Ailes
Hi Rip!
Thanks for the good vibes and wishes . . .
CoCo continue a songer
today, today, as with all those new days before, .
i awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal .
flights of fancy, and that they should take .
Moon bids me rise, both in body and in spirit, this because I have been overcome by new and nebulous fears. I have not the means within my small and mortal frame to ascend of my own accord the heights She wishes me to conquer. Through my own newly forged will and the dependence upon a strength offered by a god unknown to my fathers am I able to vanquish the heavens.
"Do take my open hand, scale the sky upon the ladder I
Provide you; consider not the fate of Icarus, who spilled
Into the sea . . . my heat is ice and scarcely could you burn
Your wings upon me as we sail into the bosom of eternity."