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Black sun rays fall upon my soul casting dark shadows Causing it to become withered and grow cold my skin starts pealing away showing the real me in an ugly way Today, just the same Tomorrow, just the same Yesterday is gone, but the pain will never go away The clock hands are ticking backwards it seems things that have happened in the past seem to be coming back Driving the razor blades into my unholy flesh leaving me here naked and bare striped away from all what makes me sane now drowning in the sorrow of the black sun rays

why is it when a man says that they will do something and they dont the woman yells at them. and when a woman says that they will do something and when they dont its alright.they think us men shouldnt get mad at them.

The snow, so peaceful and serene, caressed by the soft moonlight, gave magical feelings to the night. The soft blue glow, the lovers' words that then did flow, their lips closer and closer until, locked in the throes of a passionate embrace, he decided to express his feelings, to keep her safe. He whispered softly, his words like music to her ears, "I Love You," and her response the same, heard like the gentle breeze, "And I, love you, forever." That was the night they promised to be together through everything, each to care for the other when old and gray A lovers' pact the most likely to last.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails

On my own, but mostly the savannah, Where the tumbleweeds fade away and die, Before the glassy sun burns a summer of crystals, The glistering waters of the high seas Of which was so far a place as of where vultures roam. I looked around but you weren't anywhere... You used to say that you would never die, But I took the wrong meaning into my heart. Now the sea is wild with despair, Deep blue like a prairie of flowers blue, Where all children of God rest in eternal peace. I saw you at the end, You and I, brother and sister of nature, Brother and sister of heaven and earth, Your usually calm and heavenly eyes full of tears, Bitterly falling one after one into a river, Then the river of life turned red in blood. My eyes watched in horror. Slowly and deadly your heart became poisoned, You disappeared without saying good-bye, Not a word came out of your mouth. You became like desolation in its grave. When once the skies were a realm of stars And the sun shone brightly in summer skies, You were there to share the calmness; But now I stand here in midst of the tall grass And only the savannah remains.

people beg on street people damage public property people are insecure people r jealous people r foolish people r ill-treated people quarrel with eachother people cry people die people r tortured people r murdered people r tense people r disloyal BUT WHY? ? the reason? ? ? MONEY money makes things happen but why........

Slogging through the dead of winter with thick-bundled bodies and clouded breath, gingerly stepping from ice-free patch to ice-free patch, cursing the many cold and sunless days till March, we could use a little bright spot in all this gray. Perhaps a snowflake fluttering down just so, perfectly framing the universe for a hushed moment, or a cup of steaming hot chocolate cradled tenderly in grateful fingers, or even a rosy-cheeked young imp flinging a playful snowball across our grumbling brows.

Hopelessly bound unfettered by the chains of love's grip - greatest gift, fate's cruelest curse. Wherefore do I weep at knowing the joy, the warmth, at feeling the peace, the fire. Wherefore do I weep unable to complete , to be, unknown the kiss, the flames. Wherefore do I weep at loving not living seeing not touching breathing not sharing holding not loving? All, because I, The Fool, am no more?

You have to hold him up to see The angel on the Christmas tree. And even though he's still too small To know the meaning of it all You watch his eyes reflect the glow Of colored lights that come and go And feel him quiver with delight At every new and wondrous sight. There's Santa with his jolly face Beaming from the fireplace. And from the stocking hanging there Peeks a cuddly teddy bear. Bright ornaments and candy canes -- Musical toy and wooden trains -- There's just no end to the delights Spread out for him this night of nights! He points and grins from ear to ear And then he yawns - his bedtime's near! Dad gives him a kiss and you tuck him away To rest up for the fun of his first Christmas Day

sitting at the house watching the news see all the fires in the western states. it makes you realize if that will happen to you. you dont think it would until the day it happens to you. it did me. i was out walking and i get a phone call on my cell it was a freind to tell me my house was on fire. i lost everything that day. thank god no one got hurt that day. igot there the fire started upstairs. no one knows how it happen. the fire was on 11-16-07. now i know how homeless people feel. so all of you just be careful this is a bad time of year to have fires.