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The Hour of the Wolf is the time between night and dawn, from about 4 to 5 a.m. The Hour of the Wolf is when lost lovers come back to be held in your arms one last time or to haunt you with what could have been. It's the Hour where life waits in a moment of transition between the darkness and the light, waiting in infinite patience for what is to come. The Hour of the Wolf is the Hour when one must decide if they are forever stuck in a time that has passed and can't move on from that point. It's the Hour where one must decide to embrace the coming dawn and welcome it's warmth or stay with the Wolf in the darkness of that eternal night....

My Grandson

Today was a wondrous day. We went to court this morning so my adopted daughter could finalize her adoption of My first grandson. Today he officially became part of our family. I don't think I can express the joy I felt today. Having children biologically is a true blessing but we do not choose the children we spawn it is a random crap shoot as to who these little people we birth will be. Adoption is a family made in heaven. A child put on this planet with a destiny to belong to another family. A child born of the Heart. I don't think I could Love this little man brought into my life any more if he was my biologically born grandchild. I look forward to watching him grow. Lovingly wait for the question he will ask when the other grandchildren come "grandma will you still love me" I already know the answer "you were and are my first you were a choice you were a light and a gift given to Rick and I by the sweetest young lady I have ever met in my life that I could only dream would be a part of my life And your Mom and Dad made you a reality to us no one can replace the Love I have for you. You are and will always be My oldest Grandson I Love You James Craig Mcgowen.

I alone

how can a person who says they care about another purposefully hurt them why would a person knowingly attempt to crush anothers spirit I have been hurt many times throughout my life yet I always seem to be dumb enough to allow myself to trust again some say I should act against those who hurt me I wont and cant because i need to understand and I will not return a hurtful action with another I live my life as best I can I love with all my heart I trust I give I try and yet I still cry when hurt. I dont blame others, for I alone control how others effect my emotions I alone am the one who chooses who to allow into my heart I alone am the fool who chooses to trust yet I will still Love with all my heart, trust, give of who I am, and try to be the best I can
We look back over the centuries, and think, we today have a handle and such a deeper understanding on all issues of Passion, Sex, and Love but those of us who have a passion for words and literature discover early on that writers through time have all written on issues that still plague our minds hearts and souls. so here I have decided to share a few of my favorites that have stired my mind to remember or have helped me forget,touched me deep within. A) Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxery! Furtile the winds To a heart in port,-- Done with the compass, Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! Might I but moor To-night in thee! B) The moon is distant from the sea, And yet with amber hands She leads him, docile as a boy, Along appointted sands. He never misses a degree; Obediant to her eye, He comes just so far toward the town, Just so far goes away. Oh, Signor, thine the amber hand, And mine the distant sea,-- Obediant to the least command Thine eyes impose on me. C) He touched me, so I lived to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast. I was a boundless place to me, And silenced, as the awful sea Puts minor streams to rest. And now, I'm different from before, As if I breathed superior air, Or brushed a royal gown; My feet, too, that had wandered so, My gypsy face transfigured now To tenderer renown. D) Let me not mar that perfect dream By an auroral stain, But so adjust my daily night that it will come again. So here two centuries before our present day, A women captures feelings we all can relate to in our modern tims. Nothing changes on thoughts of Love passion or sex!

I cried.....

I cried myself to sleep again... I know you didn't notice. you haven't noticed me in years... you've only just pretended. Pretended that i turn you on or that you care just how i feel I cried myself to sleep again... I know it doesn't matter. I haven't matter in years... I've been invisible. invisible to only you for others do take notice... but I do believe you realize and and use me to boast your ego. for even though you do not want me you know you hold me captive for what I need you will not give 'cept to some virtual dolls. but know in truth I am no other I will have what I need I cried myself to sleep again but I know my future is bright and I will have all I need, there will come a day, that I will cry myself to sleep but one last night, and then I shall live my life.
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