10:50:57 PM EST
Feeling Mischievous
10 THOUGHTS TO PONDER ON IN 2008
Ten Thoughts to Ponder for 2008:
Number 10:
Life is sexually transmitted.
Number 9:
Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
Number 8:
Men have two emotions:
Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a
sandwich.
Number 7:
Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day, teach a person to use
the internet and they won't bother you for weeks.
Number 6:
Some people are like a Slinky. Not really good for anything, but you
still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.
Number 5:
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying
of nothing.
Number 4:
All of us could take a lesson from the Weather Channel. It pays no
attention to Criticism.
Number 3:
Why does a slight tax increase cost you $200.00 and a substantial tax
cut saves you $30.00?
Number 2:
In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is
Weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.
And The Number 1 Thought For 2008:
We know exactly where one cow with Mad-cow-disease is located among
millions and millions of cows in America but we haven't got a clue as to
where millions of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located...
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9:29:02 PM EST
Feeling Hopeful
FOR HOW LONG?
But to know that you are there, when I not see you or hear of you...
But to feel your warmth, when you're not near, and I'm not far...
But that our hands may touch across the din..
But that our eyes can smile in that knowing way...
The launching of all rockets when your smile comes into view...
The wind caressing my skin when your touch shines on it...
The promise of all our tomorrows and enjoyment of today...
The one we found in two; The two we know as one...
And I will lay at your feet the blooms so carefully nurtured,
Expecting nothing, but a soft hand caressing my hair,
And a strong arm pulling me up to your face,
To forget about all truths, all lies, all things...
Breaking all the rules; Knowing all the risks;
Hoping all the dreams; Accepting all that's given...
Not for a day, or a week, or a month, or a year, or a lifetime;
But for always with an option to renew into eternity...
Romantic, you say...? Romantic indeed! You make me so.
LilyThompson
080115
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9:27:34 PM EST
Feeling Sad
THE ODD NUMBER
The odd number
The odd number that makes a triangle,
the interrogation chasing the doubt,
solitude in an unrushed holiday,
without a candlestick or wine.
No matter how I suffer
for you can't see or know,
being executioner, you serve vennom.
Here I am, like a zombie, existing
with the yearning to see you again,
on a sunny day, if it rains,
let your presence awake me.
Each day starts
without your greeting,
I can't cry
so much pain.
A train running its coursein reverse,
perpetually escaping anticipated danger,
a ram blindly attacking a wound
in its own dying image.
Shattered mirror
in a thousand pieces,
a companion
I detest
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9:26:16 PM EST
Feeling Anxious
IN WAITING FOR YOU
In Waiting For You
In suspension, in a vacuum... In waiting for you.
Watching the populace, in a rush, believing they are indispensable.
Watching dirty automobiles racing to pack a parking lot.
Searching, without finding an agreeable excuse.
Searching in each face for traces of a night of loneliness,
carousing, or even mating.
In precarious balance, in fear... In waiting for you.
Doubting my strength that dwindles and trembles.
Doubting tomorrow, virtues, friendships,
and even the God I adore.
Yearning for traces of lies, cold and unforgivable.
Yearning for a spark of acknowledgement in mocking
faces that I see daily.
Crazed, blinded, drowning in tears... In waiting for you.
Seeing the parallels of the train tracing interminable
without ever finding each other.
Seeing the waves of the sea flagellating rock in the rough
impeding my walk.
Losing the path in each turn that's expendable.
Losing innocence, illusion, hope to share love's sway.
In space, in time, in silence... In waiting for you.
Knowing that your reasons are deniable excuses.
Knowing your pedantic smirks that dodge, that deny
each of my desires.
Accepting reality of uncoverable human essence.
Accepting that my shield will again shatter upon the attack
of your next flirtation.
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9:21:40 PM EST
Feeling Quiet
Literary Quotes
This life's dim windows of the soul. Distorts the heavens from pole to pole. And leads you to believe a lie when you see with, not through, the eye. William Blake
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle. Charles Beaudelaire
But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way. Jane Austen
Silence is the virtue of fools. Sir Francis Bacon
Reflect on your present blessings, of which every man has many; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. Charles Dickens
But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with. George Eliot
I am ashamed to see what a shallow village tale our so-called History is. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence. Robert Frost
The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination. Victor Hugo
No good work is done anywhere without aid from the Father of Lights. C S Lewis
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He who has not first laid his foundations may be able with great ability to lay them afterwards, but they will be laid with trouble to the architect and danger to the building. Niccolo Machiavelli
What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do? Friedrich Nietzsche
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. George Orwell
Our great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more likely to be honest than a clever man. Bertrand Russell
I dote on his very absence. William Shakespeare
Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day. Henry David Thoreau
Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone? James Thurber
Illusion is the first of all pleasures. Oscar Wilde
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