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I could give a rats arse about most drinks...except iced sweet tea...I go through about 3 gallons a day. Quenches thirst better IMO. I guess it's a southern US thing(Mississippi, the 3rd world state)

 

One of my cats mutilated one so i guess I've a rat's arse to spare for the day.

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Thank you all for you kind words and support. I can't help it, I'm crying happy tears. I tried to follow her down that path, but I was able to drag myself out of there. Did you ever see that movie, "What Dreams May Come"? You may understand me.

 

I've told her five times today how proud I am of her. We've been through the emotional wringer while we were waiting to get the "good word". you just wouldn't believe.

 

 

But anyway, I wanted to share a poem that tells how far I've come, myself. Sharing/Baring this poem though is like bleeding truth. I usually can't bear to share it. know you've won my trust.

 

beware

 

clandestine tapestry, my tale untold

of falling, falling deep into a pit

my frittered youth to demons bought and sold

feeling like a worthless piece of sh-t

the story is a sad one isn't it?

the sordid past, a future dark as coal

a trap a blade a wrist a knife to slit

a rock, a hit. no hope to make me whole

too late the death bells rang the costly toll.

cold casket 'neath the writing on the wall

confess the sins, absolve the tortured soul

maybe yet a chance to break the fall

 

beware seductive devil of despair

no guaranteed escape for those who dare.

 

-aka myrmaad

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we all are careing souls we all look out for one another its part of freinds people i respect not only earn my Freindship( Dezi Myaarad Aeryn Chesto Conan_Lon Gandalf ) but my trust one is broken can be reforged and so can my trust

 

i can only speak for myself from the heart that i have love and respect you all and im honored that you respect me

 

Col John Sheppard

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Thank you all for you kind words and support. I can't help it, I'm crying happy tears. I tried to follow her down that path, but I was able to drag myself out of there. Did you ever see that movie, "What Dreams May Come"? You may understand me.

 

I've told her five times today how proud I am of her. We've been through the emotional wringer while we were waiting to get the "good word". you just wouldn't believe.

 

 

But anyway, I wanted to share a poem that tells how far I've come, myself. Sharing/Baring this poem though is like bleeding truth. I usually can't bear to share it. know you've won my trust.

 

beware

 

clandestine tapestry, my tale untold

of falling, falling deep into a pit

my frittered youth to demons bought and sold

feeling like a worthless piece of sh-t

the story is a sad one isn't it?

the sordid past, a future dark as coal

a trap a blade a wrist a knife to slit

a rock, a hit. no hope to make me whole

too late the death bells rang the costly toll.

cold casket 'neath the writing on the wall

confess the sins, absolve the tortured soul

maybe yet a chance to break the fall

 

beware seductive devil of despair

no guaranteed escape for those who dare.

 

-aka myrmaad

 

 

Ah as we call it here in Eire bardic words of tragic beauty..When I find where I put me stuff I written we had a flood here,, and things got in boxes, and still I know not where things are.I share with you, one of my prose ,that speaks in volumes also..when I find them for now you'll have to settle for the Bardic cleansing rain from my heart of knowing..

 

Aye well our blood the ink, that falls upon blanks cheeks of yellow or white..as our hearts pen spills the contents of its climb up the caverns walls...the slippery well where one falls, and hands skinned and torn, scratch upward towards the light, as mocking sounds in darkness laugh at the tying..until..hands reach from the darkness, and speak in soundless words..that only can be heard in the heart of hearts..Come..I am here..

 

Go raibh mile maith agat...( a thousand thank yous) for sharing and trusting..

 

Ta...well said, well said..mo chara..(my freind)

 

tyreil...like wise mate...

 

One more edit...Whay Dreams May Come I believe is the closest to how it is when we cross over thats ever been produced..We paint our Todays into our Tmrs..

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Thank you all for you kind words and support. I can't help it, I'm crying happy tears. I tried to follow her down that path, but I was able to drag myself out of there. Did you ever see that movie, "What Dreams May Come"? You may understand me.

 

I've told her five times today how proud I am of her. We've been through the emotional wringer while we were waiting to get the "good word". you just wouldn't believe.

 

 

But anyway, I wanted to share a poem that tells how far I've come, myself. Sharing/Baring this poem though is like bleeding truth. I usually can't bear to share it. know you've won my trust.

 

beware

 

clandestine tapestry, my tale untold

of falling, falling deep into a pit

my frittered youth to demons bought and sold

feeling like a worthless piece of sh-t

the story is a sad one isn't it?

the sordid past, a future dark as coal

a trap a blade a wrist a knife to slit

a rock, a hit. no hope to make me whole

too late the death bells rang the costly toll.

cold casket 'neath the writing on the wall

confess the sins, absolve the tortured soul

maybe yet a chance to break the fall

 

beware seductive devil of despair

no guaranteed escape for those who dare.

 

-aka myrmaad

 

the poem is quite touching and if im right a warning i must think it took some courage to share what you been though with us im not very good with words and i probly never will but i hope things will be back to nomail

 

Col John Sheppard

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Thank you all for you kind words and support. I can't help it, I'm crying happy tears. I tried to follow her down that path, but I was able to drag myself out of there. Did you ever see that movie, "What Dreams May Come"? You may understand me.

 

I've told her five times today how proud I am of her. We've been through the emotional wringer while we were waiting to get the "good word". you just wouldn't believe.

 

 

But anyway, I wanted to share a poem that tells how far I've come, myself. Sharing/Baring this poem though is like bleeding truth. I usually can't bear to share it. know you've won my trust.

 

beware

 

clandestine tapestry, my tale untold

of falling, falling deep into a pit

my frittered youth to demons bought and sold

feeling like a worthless piece of sh-t

the story is a sad one isn't it?

the sordid past, a future dark as coal

a trap a blade a wrist a knife to slit

a rock, a hit. no hope to make me whole

too late the death bells rang the costly toll.

cold casket 'neath the writing on the wall

confess the sins, absolve the tortured soul

maybe yet a chance to break the fall

 

beware seductive devil of despair

no guaranteed escape for those who dare.

 

-aka myrmaad

 

It is easy to be human. It is hard to be humane. — This is translated from a Filipino proverb

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Thank you all for you kind words and support. I can't help it, I'm crying happy tears. I tried to follow her down that path, but I was able to drag myself out of there. Did you ever see that movie, "What Dreams May Come"? You may understand me.

 

I've told her five times today how proud I am of her. We've been through the emotional wringer while we were waiting to get the "good word". you just wouldn't believe.

 

 

But anyway, I wanted to share a poem that tells how far I've come, myself. Sharing/Baring this poem though is like bleeding truth. I usually can't bear to share it. know you've won my trust.

 

beware

 

clandestine tapestry, my tale untold

of falling, falling deep into a pit

my frittered youth to demons bought and sold

feeling like a worthless piece of sh-t

the story is a sad one isn't it?

the sordid past, a future dark as coal

a trap a blade a wrist a knife to slit

a rock, a hit. no hope to make me whole

too late the death bells rang the costly toll.

cold casket 'neath the writing on the wall

confess the sins, absolve the tortured soul

maybe yet a chance to break the fall

 

beware seductive devil of despair

no guaranteed escape for those who dare.

 

-aka myrmaad

Depression is very much like falling into a deep pit.A place where all the tragic experiences of

ones life are.It's as if the memories are suffocating you and eventually you just have to find a

way out.There is hope in your poem too,at the end,hope,but no guarantee.Moving..

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Aeryn,

"Tis good for the soul she'd say..to have a good s-h-i-t-e with those that care enough they pay no notice to the smell..."

 

Love this quote,you would indeed have to be a friend to not notice.What a colorful way to put it.

The prose you recited was very profound as well.It eloquently speaks to what the presence of

another caring soul can do for one.Hands reaching from the darkness,wonderful...

 

Everyone have a good one and peace to all.

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What I Am - Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians

 

I'm not aware of too many things

I know what I know, if you know what I mean

Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box

Religion is the smile on a dog

I'm not aware of too many things

I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-do ya?

 

Choke me in the shallow waters

Before I get too deep

 

What I am is what I am

Are you what you are or what?

What I am is what I am

Are you what you are or what you are?

 

Oh, I'm not aware of too many things

I know what I know, if you know what I mean

Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks

Religion is a light in the fog

I'm not aware of too many things

I know what I know, if you know what I mean, d-do ya?

 

Choke me in the shallow water

Before I get too deep

 

What I am is what I am

Are you what you are or what?

What I am is what I am

Are you what you are or what?

 

What I am is what I am

Are you what you are or what?

What I am is what I am

Are you what you are or what you are and

 

What I am is what I am

Are you what you are or what?

 

Don't let me get too deep...

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