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Name: Michael
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Fort Worth
Birthday: 1/24/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: Lets see, um most people that talk to me like once know i love nickels and baseball and almost n e sport and um i'm in band (yes thats right im a band nerd) i play trumpet but im going to be on the drumline next year playin the tenors ( I hope) im also interested in seeing lord our God in the end (my ultimate goal) i like to stay up at school all day LOL naw im just always up there for something i do.......um i love to listen to music, also i enjoy having friends without friends we have no hope we have no comfort and no where to run/walk to
Expertise: Baseball, trying to make people laugh, um trumpet of course and a lil bit on the drums and thats bout it if n e of yall think im an expert in some other field um tell me i guess. Hangin out with friends actin weird as most say. um......ya thats bout it
Occupation: Education/training
Industry: Medical
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  azleboy
Member Since:
6/24/2004
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In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.
With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.
Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend. | | |
| As My grandmother and I drove around looking for cars today I realized
what a rush so many people were in. I have been contimplating the idea
of patience lately. In my opinion nothing in life should be hurried or
rushed. "Wherefore, my brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow
to speak, slow to wrath." (James 1:19). I have never looked at this
passage as a "patience" verse but it ties in with what James wrote for
our use. Hear with patience what others say, patiently answer them
thinking thourougly and to be slow to anger we must have some patience.
Patience to put up with what is bothering us. I think of when we are
driving and someone is not going the speed limit and we jerk across the
lane and speed by. Probably not the most patient time in our day. Also
in James 5:7 "Be PATIENT therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the
Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the
earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and
latter rain." 'Come Quickly Lord' we sing this even as John wrote in
Revelation 22:20 but as James tells us have patience in the Lords
coming. Galatians 5:22-23 " But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy,
peace, longsuffering(patience), gentleness, goodness, faithfulness,
meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. I have said all
this to say that patience takes time to learn, be patient while
learning to be patient. If you read that I hope that I helped in some
way and don't hesitate to correct or add upon what I have said.
Goodnight brothers and sisters
---michael--- | | |
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write,for example, 'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not hae loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.
-Pablo Neruda | | |
| For all I've been blessed with in this life,
there was an emptiness in me.
I was imprisoned by the power of gold.
With one honest touch, you set me free.
Let the world stop turning,
let the sun stop burning.
Let them tell me love's not worth going through.
If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart
the only dream that matters has come true;
in this life, I was loved by you.
For every mountain I have climbed,
every raging river crossed,
you were the treasure that I longed to find.
Without your love I would be lost.
Let the world stop turning,
let the sun stop burning,
let them tell me love's not worth going through.
If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart,
the only dream that mattered had come true;
in this life i was loved by you.
In this life, I was loved by you.
great song......take it how you want
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