Thanks, scratchme1010 and tiki:
Close to home, tiki, about a child taking it all in seriously -- me -- and those not. One of my children never did, from early on. scratchme said the same in his story.
With gratitude.
a cool sense of tranquility calms my troubled spirit.. i emerge slowly from deeply entrenched nightmares and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness.
youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form on the street below, are a black reminiscence.
they are certain to return as a want, an untold want, having neither name nor substance but providing a niggling dig that skewers my soul.
Thanks, scratchme1010 and tiki:
Close to home, tiki, about a child taking it all in seriously -- me -- and those not. One of my children never did, from early on. scratchme said the same in his story.
With gratitude.
for what it's worth:.
tell us a little about yourself and your family.. i am one of 7 children in my family, three boys, three girls and me.
yes, i'm right in the middle, and i'm the pink sheep of the family (or at least the official one).
Thank you, scratchme1010:
What you have shared resonates on many levels.
Blessings and peace.
a cool sense of tranquility calms my troubled spirit.. i emerge slowly from deeply entrenched nightmares and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness.
youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form on the street below, are a black reminiscence.
they are certain to return as a want, an untold want, having neither name nor substance but providing a niggling dig that skewers my soul.
A COOL SENSE OF TRANQUILITY calms my troubled spirit.
I emerge slowly from deeply entrenched nightmares and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness. Youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form on the street below, are a black reminiscence. They are certain to return as a want, an untold want, having neither name nor substance but providing a niggling dig that skewers my soul. I shut out the noise in my head: irrational thought, excessive thinking. I'm through with the insanity of earlier times.
I see but darkly my amorphous reflection and sense it is a phantom, not the real me. From behind scudding clouds appears an awakened, gracious moon. She illumes my way, showing inner turmoil in a new light.
This black shadow of the walking dead has disappeared.
greetings, fellow lexophiles:.
last night, i watched a cool road movie, the trip, with steve coogan and rob brydon.
they were counseled by steve's dad to take an "anticlockwise" route home, rather than the clockwise one steve had proposed.
Thanks, everyone, for contributing.
An egg is fryable.
Good planting soil is friable.
read some reply's about jaracz being a child abuser.. is there any evidence about it?.
g..
Half banana:
The thread about the group photo . . .
STILL TOTALLY ADD - Your statement about the D.O. doing this, " Half an hour after I went to bed he would come into my room and turn the light on and just stare at me for a few minutes then turn the light off and leave without saying a word. "
Thanks for posting!
"There is a new world somewhere" --waton
We're still waiting and waiting and . . .
it could almost be a "Happy Days " set yes ? -- smiddy3
YES! I remember how excited we kids were when "Stupid Cupid" was released. Happier days, then.
Wouldn't it be wonderful having those great performances made with the technology we have today? -- scratchme1010
Interesting thought. Let me chew on that!
Been watching news most of the day about Santa Fe, Texas (near Houston).
Andrew Pollack, the father of Meadow (murdered at Parkland, Florida, on Valentine's Day), told the news anchor that he is no better now, 90 days later. There is nothing one can say to bereaved parents to make them feel better.
Nonetheless, he intends to go to Texas to offer support and hugs . . .
there is no road in the desert, yet you chance upon my friendless camp.. was it stars that led you to me or two yearning hearts become conjoined?.
i envision a most lovely you, but you're just a dream of what i once knew.. remote i remain in my desert abode while stars and your spirit sail on by..
I am patient . . .
You are lost in the desert of your heart and mind, yet, somehow, you are with me in your own small way. I understand solitude and what it does to a man. It eats away. Your thoughts are muddled. Your affections are divided.
You hate me. You love me. I am no stranger to internal confusion, even despair.
I await your return.
I am patient . . .