SilverRose

Rarely-- if ever-- am I so touched by a song As to make my eyes water, and heart pale in comparison to its image My skin turns cold as if in a sudden chill the song taking me back to an era long before my birth: Images-- stories told to me throughout the years stories and realties of them, their friends, their sons, the girls the men the promises All as Genesis which somehow skipped me The song melting away time Bringing together the generations The two of them in 1945 When my soul was but an unformed teardrop in heaven.

are served at Subway...

((((((HUGS))))))

so do Chicken Nuggets, and we love them anyway

and it's saying "gah"

am curious as to how you made this connection...? to me it was more along the line of "He who lives on hope will die hungry.." which came from something in the NY Daily News a very long time ago-- based, I suppose, on a B. Franklin quote, although I didn't know that at the time...

for everyone knows that when you meddle with dragons, you will become crunchy and taste very good with ketchup

When your heart is free, and unafraid, I will hold you in the shelter I've made of peaceful dreams and promises But for now I must continue to let go and place you safely in the hands of TheOneWhoIsStronger, standing aside, unable to understand why doing the right thing has to hurt so much As I need you more than I need my own breath, the fire in my soul burning with our connection, remaining silent, yet waiting To Love you in a shower of rosepetals, the taste of saltwater upon your lips- but to now hold nothing but hopes and dreams. Someday, perhaps, if ever I escape this shell if ever I cast away the cloak of lies to be in your eyes As I Am- perhaps then... When your heart is free, and unafraid, I shall give you roses.

The ultimate goal or level of Acceptance: 'God, grant me the serenity to Accept' a person or situation As It Exists In Its State of Existence (without the need to or drive to twist it apart to change it, nor to analyze it, nor to label or define it) This is not the same as to "go with the flow," nor to blindly or cowardly put an 'a-o-k' on that which is wrong; it is simply a matter of not allowing one's ego to dictate or to even assume that 'we' know what is best for others, that it is 'our' place to run things, that it is 'our' right to put everyone and everything on 'our' terms. We can enjoy a flower In Its State of Existence- or we can tear it apart to see how it is put together and how its system works, try to plant it where we think it should be, paint it a different color, call it something other than a flower and deprive it of sunlight- and all that will be gained is to destroy it. Such is it is with ourselves, other people, relationships, life-- better to Accept what exists In Its State of Existence... for what we seek to twist apart and change and analyze and label- we destroy.

absolutely great!!!! this also put me in mind of something I wrote a couple of years ago... could in no way match your poem, though!!!

same opinion here-- very nice!!!

claiming it was only because she was having a Blonde Moment...

Dr. Frankenstein had just got ahold of SifuPhil's cat...

yes, what ^ he said... ((((((HUGS)))))) to Claire

take pictures-- otherwise no one else would ever believe any of this was happening...

yup- and that's one of the best things about it, don't ya think? (I mean each person can 'interpret' it as he/she can personally relate... but the only way to actually know the 'facts' is to ask!)

...because real men wear velvet...

Hurry- we've gotta go kill Fawzo's weird hairy avatar...!!!

that is true. thanks Claire

oddly enough, there isn't any in it

after the commercial break, it finally registers: they really DID stop putting the prizes in cereal boxes...

well, no... in a few years- if I'm still alive- I hope I will have improved...

all went to JimBob's house for...

...regrets it, as more comes up than went down...