New Boards

New boards, measured and stained with their blood and sweat, mingled with joy and tears, pain and laughter, have been placed on the strength of a new frame, with hopes of future and years ahead.

With each new day, evidence of the stain and pitch, bleeds through the wood grains, swelling and reminding their hearts of time and need for each other. Moreover, the strength of the frame and structure is a bold indication of how stability and grounding, comes only from their source of hope and integrity, God.

It is He, with whom their foundation is built. The winds, rains, and life's despair cannot remove His promise of sheltering care. The barn is temporal, a brief frame, grained in nostalgia's memory, existing for containment, purpose and their heart's view of two that love each other and labor together.

Raine Les 12/30/2008

"Things That You Should Know"
Of subtleties subliminal, be conscious here and now
Of time to quickly fleeting, in reverence take a bow
Each new day holds chances, each new breath holds truth
Candor's gift is age-less, it is not reserved to youth
Always be swift to action, always be slow to judge
Be swift with your forgiveness, never hold a grudge
Moments in life are precious, though all to quickly lost
Spend each moment wisely, be careless of its cost
Better to be poor in moments, than rich in moments meant
Memories filled with loved ones, moments richly spent
Cherish love completely, life's unique commodity
When it'll come, when it'll go is one of life's true mysteries
Grasp it sure and quick, hold it fast and true
In any form, in any shape, its health is up to you
Be bold with your emotions, be fearless in the sharing
There's no time like the present, fate rewards the daring
From risks you dare to shy away, and fortune, you, does overlook
And pity swells inside to stay, from chances that you never took
In the end what matters, this simple bit of truth
When regretting secrets, the fault does lie with you.

you hear alot of rumbles through out the air
as you turn and look, your thinking hey there should be a cloud in the sky
and you keep looking and listening. but yet no raindrop in site.
you tend to turn your head again.
and guess what. the rumbles you have heard.
is not in the sky.
but some off the wall man or creature that has a temper that wont quit.
i guess closing the windows isent a problem for you wont get wet so no worries on that.

The owner of a drugstore walks in to find a guy leaning heavily against a wall with an odd look on his face.
The owner asks the clerk,
"What's with that guy over there by the wall?"
The clerk says,
"Well, he came in here at 7 AM to get something for his cough. I could not find the cough syrup, so I gave him an entire bottle of laxatives."
The owner says,
"You idiot! You can not treat a cough with laxatives!"
The clerk says,
"Oh yeah?" Look at him-he's afraid to cough!"

maybe just me, but it's like ...tiny island on it's own, with it it's own inhabitants, compared to the rest of the forum.

"The Waters of Mars" is premiering tonight on BBC America. It's going to be preceded with and followed by cast interviews in preparation for the "Next Doctor". Anyone planning to watch?

A quick Roller Coaster Ride of the Universe......

The Known Universe

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17jymDn0W6U&feature=player_embedded#

Bittersweet

I've tried to remain free
from the sweet scent of ecstacy
however love is all too powerful
even for the likes of me

abandonement caused bitter tears
sufficed through so many years
sworn never to love again
but rather hide within my fears

but age has a distinct way
to allow old wounds to lay
dormant and silent
so that the child may play

she loves me, she loves me not
while contemplating what I've got
along with what could have been lost
had my heart continued to rot.....

Rubaiyat, Persian poetry format
where the first second and fourth line rhyme, in a four line stanza poem

Sorry.I guess it's just the time of year lol

I am looking for a kindred spirit that enjoys sex, baths and cereal. so why not try them all at the same time?
Now, be warned... I have some very specific stipulations for this fantasy of mine:

1) The cereal must have less than 2 grams of protein per serving. That's right, the pure sugar stuff kid's eat to get roofed like junkies on speed. These can include:

Fruity Pebbles
Count Crunch
Cookie Crisp
Cocoa Pebbles
Cocoa Crisps
Honey Smacks
Cap'n Crunch's Peanut Butter Crunch
Cap'n Crunch
Apple Jacks
Froot Loops
Corn Pops

If you have any other suggestions I am more than happy to entertain them.

2) It must be 2% milk, having sex in a bathtub full of cereal is no time for moderation. Plus I need to get my daily dose of vitamins A and D

3) You must be comfortable in the doggy style position. I don't see any other way to avoid shrinkage and still let you enjoy your cereal before it becomes too mushy.

4) If you insist on photography/videography I will need to insist that i wear a mexican wrestling mask a la nacho libre

5) I plan on making this a safe encounter so please feel free to bring your own utensils

After we are finished if you feel like you need something to make you regular again, I should have some grape-nuts for you to nibble on.
If you are serious, send me a photo, I need to make sure you can fit in the tub.

I hear you howling,
but there's no angels smiling -
on my final flight
I'll write a poem
'cause home's a lonely drive.
And I feel so denied.

Not from the gates of heaven,
nothing so sweet,
a complete lack of taste
I've been denied when
I know my mind is hazy,
and both my feet are lazy.
I'm sliding in the snow,
and I don't know,
I must be crazy.
But I don't think you blame me.
Yeah, you know all the struggles.
When hope is hardened in a thick
layer of soap
but filth me smuggle.

Still I try and tell you,
not to be afraid of destruction.
It's ressurrection I fear.
Don't waste a moment in here.
The cage is wide
just like my eyes
but I feel so denied.
Oh, well... I kinda tried.
Well maybe not, I lied.

But as the days go by
and fibs burn out like lights to lies.
I feel a spirit fly -
just overhead and when I'm dead
I hope that he can die.
And he'll come with me.
And we can sing the songs you taught me
when I wasn't dizzy.

So spit your blood and spin me -
oh, come on, one last time.
I'll come around the side door
quietly
right in the nick of time.
And with my nicks or dimes.
We'll fly the sweet sublime,
into the walls of desperation
till we have to climb

all the way to the plateau
all again, my friend I know...
It's quite a height to go
but down below it's very slow.
Though movement never ceases,
and, though, my soul it creases,
the perforations are faded
like signs on exploded gas stations.

Oh, please, make me your patient.
I've been so damn impatient.
I shake at parties
whether the room's just as large as ours
or small as heartbreak.
It's just a smart stake, to stake out,
and scatter about,
pick my receiver up, don't believer her,
what her story's about.

I know it makes no sense.
Oh, but in my defense.
You know, I tried to try,
but I don't know why I feel much less...

polluted when I'm diluted, I guess it's fair to say -
my god is here to stay.
And heaven's on its way.
But taking too long so I'll just write my songs
until that day.

That I can swim away,
from all the sharks and reefs.
And I can pack away
my lack of trust
and shallow beliefs.


And then unknown I'll use their phone
and hope

I got told that I have talent....lol

I got a nice book review from a guy who owns a collectibles store!

I had a new friend here say to me,, and YOU never went to high school??
Twice,,,as in her not believing that.....
So that was a very NICE compliment as to how she felt about my conversation with her...She later noted that I was very different in talking verses how she has read my type,,and THOUGHT the person I was...so BOTH of them were very cool to receive,,,,,,

My son told me I had "too much love"...I think it was a compliment.

Your a good dad.From his mother.No because i'm a great dad not half *** of great(good)

I was called very intelligent. And yes, it was sincere.

on a sheet of paper?