is that u TH?

With crystal clear alacrity

I wake to the surge of self-pity

Gathering gumption, I stand to fight

With all the might of a porcelain knight.

Grasping the lance of frail reality

Bitty dreams of troubled youth

Donning the shield of denial

A helmet with a painted smile.

Bearing proudly my armor of shame

I willfully climb the steed untamed

Holding the circlet high for all to see

My crest of broken dreams.

Gallantly I charge into the joust

On hope that's often diffused

Braving the ambush of regret

My prestige I will regain tomorrow.

Carrying home a prize that none would share

Over the battlefields of despair

To celebrate alone in toast and feast

If but for today a conquered beast.

I'm so tired
but I can't sleep
standing on the edge
of something much too deep
funny how I feel so much
but cannot say a word
I'm screaming inside
oh, but I can't be heard
so afraid to love you
more afraid to lose u
clinging to a past..
Living in an eternal whirlpool!

A real man is who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. It's the business of little minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.

With all that’s happening on the internet... I thought I’d post this funny poem!

As I started yawning I said

"Hey love, it’s time for bed"

"You go ahead" he answered

"I’ll surf the net instead"

"You sure love that computer"

Concern rose in my voice

"But why would you go surfing?

You have another choice"

"I’ll only be a minute

I’ve got some work to do

But you know I would rather

Just climb in bed with you"

So off to bed I went

And all alone to sleep

While he started surfing"

And the surf was getting deep

Much later I awakened

The blanket seemed so hot

I felt the space beside me

And wondered where he was?

"I wonder what he’s doing

I’m getting up to see

He’s surely out there dozing

I’ll tiptoe quietly"

The keyboard it was silent

The screen though" flickered bright

What was it he was doing

In the middle of the night?

I crept right up behind him

Then peeked around to see

And on the screen before me

As naked as can be

Were two young lovely women

Endowed in every way

One was named Miss April

The other was Miss May

"So love, what are you watching? "

The screen went blank just then

"Ah- nothing really honey

Just news from CNN"

"Oh CNN my eyeball

Those girls had nothing on"

He said "Oh yes I saw them

Their clothing was all gone"

"And that fact did concern me

It made me wonder when

They started going topless

On good old CNN"

"Why I’ll just call the network

And make a big complaint"

"Don’t bother" I muttered

"Cause foolin' me you ain't"

"Those girls were Playboy Bunnies

They’re different from their peers

Aside from wearing nothing

They had on floppy ears"

"Was that the Playboy website?"

He said convincingly

"Those girls are always naked?

That’s what you’re telling me?"

I raised my hand for silence

He knew that he was caught

And further explanation

Would only get me mad

He stood there feeling foolish

Uncertain of his fate

But I just whispered to him

"Let’s go, it’s getting late"

"Just come to bed now"

But know that in this house

If you surf the Playboy website

You just might lose your mouse"

:-)

Would my voice cause you to tremble?
Would there be a stony silence?
Would you recognize my voice?
Would a smile adorn your face?
Would you know the pain I feel?
Would I make you laugh?

If I called you now!

Would tears streak your face?
Would you say you love me?
Would you damn my soul to Hell?
Would it matter tomorrow?
Would it change my life?
Would you hang up on me?

If I called you now

"This is what it means to be an adventurer in our day: to give up creature comforts of the mind, to realize possibilities of imagination. Because everything around us says no you cannot do this, you cannot live without that, nothing is useful unless its in service to money, to gain, to stability. The adventurer gives in to tides of chaos, trusts the world to support her--and in doing so turns her back on the fear and obedience she has been taught. She rejects the indoctrination of impossibility. My  adventure is a struggle for freedom." - Off the Map by Hib Chickena and Kika Kat

But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love - why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.

To love is to find pleasure in the happiness of the person loved.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

There are more people who wish to be loved than there are who are willing to love.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

..... etc....... go ahead guys and gals.... tell me what love is to you and what you are like in love!