So my brother was serving a search warrant this morning and he was
shot. Sorry, but I figure you are all friends and it has taken m e this
long to even to get back on the computer. See, that is how we kept in
contact, while he was doing what he did, and today was to be nothing
different. Sorry that I probably posted this on the wrong site, but I
consider Ontario AND A FEW OTHERS AS FRIENDS, no longer than I have been
here. Didnt mean to bother anyone, just hurts a bit.
Any Ideas would really be appreciated.
Thanks
P. Christopher
Until...

I have an Idea, and I am being sarcastic. Get a big, oversized Condom.
Wear it to the party and when people ask you what you are, you can tell
them you are being you ex. "A DICKHEAD"

Ok. I will try to explain this.
I paid my way through college by modeling and writing professional
letters for people. Since I have graduated, I am a medium by profession
and I give lectures on the passing. Being a Native American, it seems to
come easy, to help people understand the real concept of death. Sucks
sometimes, but mostly it is a rewarding profession, that has it's own
personal rewards at times.

give-em hell chica42ny

Sitting patient in the shadow 'til the blessed light shall come,
a serene and saintly presence sanctifies my troubled meek heart.

Simple joys and hopes and sorrow all at once break
like ripples on the shore of the deep & solemn river
where my willing feet now firmly stand.

Oh, I can still see her in my dreams,
passing through my soul and then,
leaving me, as a gift,
those virtues which I have seen beautify our life.
Somehow, this still leaves me incomplete.

If only she could bequeath me those things she has already learned.
Those of patience, the kind that gives one
the power to sustain a cheerful, noncomplaining spirit
in this never ending moment of pain.

Give me, for I need it sorely, of that courage, wise & sweet,
which has made the path you lead
clear and purposeful beneath your feet.

Though our parting seems like yesterday,
daily life tries to soften something of its bitter pain,
and while learning this hard lesson,
my great loss surely must become my gain.
For the touch of grief
will render my nature more serene,
give life to new aspirations,
a new trust in the unseen.

Henceforth, safe across the river,
I shall see forevermore,
the spirit of my future
waiting for me on the shore.

Hope & Faith, born of my sorrow,
pillars in my life they shall become,
and the foundation on which they stand
shall be my heart.

Now, I don't feel as if I've wasted any moment of the last four years.
I'm not so good as you've made me, but, I have tried to do right;
and now when it's too late to even try to do better in your eyes,
it's a comfort to know that someone loved me only the way you did.
I feel as if I also helped you in some small way.

More than anything in the world, I used to think I couldn't let you go,
but slowly, I'm learning to feel I didn't lose you,
that you'll be more to me than before
and that nothing could truly part us,
though it seems to have already done so.

I know it cannot, and I don't fear it any longer,
for I am sure I will always be your angel to love
and pray for you more than ever.

When and if you turn to me, I won't fail you -
and if it's hard sometimes to be alone,
remember that I wont' forget you
and that you'll always be happier in reading splendid books,
collecting great art and seeing all the world.
Yet, love is the only thing we carry with us wherever we go,
so know this, mine is still with you.

So, now the spring is upon us, the time of year we first met.
The sky is clear, the earth green, the flowers up and blooming,
and the birds sing to say goodbye to your Clare, who,
like a tired but trustful child,
clung to the hands that had led her for so long,
as they unknowingly guided her through the storm
and when the earth seemed dry and safe, gave her up.

thank you for reading,
P.Christopher

I dont worry about the past, there's no future in it.
If this gentleman thinks that he can learn more from sneaking around,
rather than ask, I would say that there is a trust issue. If he trusted
you there would be no problem. Whether or not you have things to hide
should not matter. evidently the man is looking for something to hold
over the relationship, and I would talk and if that doesnt work, I would
move on and find someone for whom would trust what you say, and never
question you.
Good luck
P. Christopher

If you had the chance to go back and fix your last relationship, would
you? What would you do to make it right?
And would you really want to?
P. Christopher

Ontario. will do . Thanks

Not at all ontario, atleast not you. No seriously, I just give a damn
about people. Let me ask you, Have you been out on a date and really
been dumbfounded on what to say at that certian moment.
I know I have.
. But thanks for your comments. Keep them coming
P. Christopher

I have a BA in Psychology and some of what i write is about past people
I only post it here on the presumption that someone out there can use it
for thier own good.
thanks for the comment

P.Christopher

Love,

I know you are out there, the woman of my dreams
you are kind and loving,
and have a heart made of gold.
you have hair soft as silk and eyes full of light,
and a smile that makes my heart melt.
you have hands that are delicate,
and when you touch me you are gentle . . . you caress me . . .
When I hear your voice,
I cease to hear anything else.
It is like music to my ears.
When you make love to me I am lost ...
it is slow and filled with passion,
we are two who have become one...
you touch me but not just with your hands ...
it is a emotional touch...
i feel you within the depths of my mind ,my body and my soul...

You are the woman of my dreams , I know you are out there...
I am waiting ...
longing ....
for the day I can hold you in my arms and whisper three little words
that mean so much

I love you,

P.Christopher

"happy Birthday" Katy and Amy. May your day be filled with brightness
and love, throughout.
P.Christopher

In light,
Softly glowing by the moonbeams,
My eyes adjust to see sleeping beauty,
It's real although a fantasy it seems
To wake with your magic beside of me.

Arriving unexpected while I dream,
I see you watch my waking to what is real,
Blue eyes sparkle in a skin of light cream,
I hesitate to dissipate with feel,

But reaching,
I enfold you in my dream,
We intertwine beyond walking moments,
Mingle fantasy and glowing moonbeams,

Then the sun rises and the night is spent.

- the sound of the closing door wakes me up,
- a note rests under a steaming teacup.
P. Christopher

I had the oppertunity to watch an old man pass today. It wasnt a bad
thing but he told me something, that made me wonder. he said: " We don't
choose our burden's, We don't choose our death"
" What if we could" then he passed. My question is, Would you?
P. Christopher

You must have had a really screwed up relationship, and I am not trying
to be rude. But it does taste good, if you know how to enjoy it..

So, that we all understand that kinkiness can be fun and entertaining,
what is the one thing that you did to try and stop your relationship
from ending. Remember, this is the honor system. We have all said or
done something to keep the relationship alive, if even for a moment.
P. Christopher

King, I also got a great laugh from you and usadad. Try giving a dog
icecream and watch him/her go nuts.
good day

Ok. So here we go. Someone asked me, If I had the most beautiful, loving
woman in the world. The one that completed me, and she came home one day
and said " Honey. I want to get freaky"! How far would you go to please
your partner.
You have to be honest if you answer.
P. Christopher
Good luck...

I dont use Viagra, nor do I need a sales pitch. IT'S A JOKE, if you
read it all.
Good Day

NewlyWeds


At 85 years of age, Morris marries LouAnne, a lovely 25-year-old.
Because her new husband is so old, LouAnne decides that on their wedding
night, she and Morris are to have separate bedrooms. The newlywed is
concerned that her new husband may overexert himself if they spend the
entire night together. After the wedding festivities, LouAnne prepares
herself for bed, and for the expected "knock" at the door. Sure enough,
the knock comes, the door opens, and there is her 85-year-old groom,
ready for action. They unite as one. All goes well, whereupon Morris
takes leave of LouAnne, and she prepares to go to sleep. After a few
minutes, LouAnne hears another knock at her bedroom door. It's Morris!
And he's again ready for more action. Somewhat surprised, LouAnne
consents to further coupling. When the newlyweds are done, Morris kisses
LouAnne, bids her a fond good night, and leaves. LouAnne is set to go to
sleep again. However, after a few short minutes, there is another knock
at her door, and there he is again. Morris, as fresh as a 25-year-old
and ready for a bit more action. And again they enjoy one another. As
Morris is once again set to leave, the young bride says to him, "I am
thoroughly impressed that at your age, honey, I've been with guys less
than a third your age who were only good once! You're a great lover,
Morris." Morris, somewhat embarrassed, turns to LouAnne and says, "You
mean I was here already."

P. Christopher