Friendship Week

[Part of yet another chain letter I received. Instead of forwarding it, I allow everyone to glance at it at their viewing pleasure. This way I don't force anyone to think they must continue to send it on. But, perhaps if the message is right, they might just share it anyway.]

True Friend
A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty. He said...no.

She asked him if he would want to be with her forever....and he said no.

She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied with a no.

She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said....

You're not pretty, you're beautiful.

I don't want to be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever.

And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...I'd die...


And now I ask you to remember:

A good friend will come bail you out of jail....
But a true friend will be sitting next to you saying, "WE screwed up!"

Proud to be your Friend!

I've learned....That life is like a roll of toilet paper.... the closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

I've learned....That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we
ask for.

I've learned....That money doesn't buy class.

I've learned....That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.

I've learned...That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.

I've learned....That the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?

I've learned....That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.

I've learned.

I've learned....That the less time I have to work, the more things I get done.

It's National Friendship Week.

Show your friends how much you care.

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP WEEK TO YOU!!!!!!

If you are readin this, YOU ARE MY FRIEND and I am honored because of that.

"Tell someone you love them today, you may not have a tomorrow."

Unseen, Unheard, Unwanted and Forgotten...

I sit here, and the voices squeak
As my hands push onto the wood,
Cracked with memories left stranded.

Tendrils of shadow cloud my eyes and numb my eyes
Contained in a mist where I remain shivering
And alone with its passing…
Only to realize you have gone with it.

Fogged edges of lines we shouldn’t have crossed;
Great leaps of a faith I no longer adhere to;
Left with everything I could’ve said and would’ve said
Had I only allowed myself to…

But none fill the empty void of you!

** Voices in the dark and the corners of my mind
but all the things we’d never say still remain…
…around this table**

Reaching the aporetic ending of our ending
We decide to take our separate ways…
But what’s yours what’s mine?
And, who presides over what’s whose?

Lingering, only to evaluate, divide and decide
A moment in our lives which we will never recover;
Remembering who I was, who you were when we began
And who decides de person we shall become…

What changed us from there to now?

** Doubts are still awake, haunting my will day by day
as all the things I’d never say still remain…
…around this table**

Many arguments we had
Fighting over when’s and how’s become real
With the who’s and what’s in the recollection of our journey.

Something that was and stopped existing…
…rotten hopes… and suddenly:
irreconcilable differences and contracts
were the only things brought up.

Piecing back together a part of me which I thought
Solely mine, but that beat for you…

Now; lost in an assault of all the senses
And all emotions, overloaded and overworked;
Yet oversimplified with what remained mine.

** My cards were all laid out but my fortune was unclear
as all the things you never said, still remain…
…around this table **

All the things we planned are broken.
All the things we wished for are gone.
And all the faces that once gathered
Seem to have vanished in the fog.

I try to recall the many promises you presented me with
Back then… and my indulging innocence that led me to believe
I’d own your heart someday.

Do you remember? Can you look back on all those times
When I consoled you while you drowned in your desparation?
Or, how about those times when we frolicked on the surface
Of this table?

I went by thinking that I’d have the greatest prize.
But you; wrapped in all your pride,
Made it impossible…

Wasting your time, changing your mind,
Getting tired of all the things that were in sight;
As we became evicted from the conscious of your life.

Now, distance grows between us
As my life’s put on strain.
Things I gave and never fought for…
…shattered dreams, troubled silence
and a muted cry as I discover a new crack
on the surface of our story.

With every moment, and every breath
I feel more pain than there is meant to be had…
…and I grow sad for that moment that has grown
out of reach.

In the quiet of this room,
Adorned with the one thing that I was left with
I rest my dampened cheek against the wizened wood…
… a sea of grief and guilt bleeding forth from the depth of each crack;
and my lonely soul, as I glare at the empty spaces
that are left around this table.

But you’ll never know…
… You’ll never see all of this that’s locked
inside the confines of my banishment.
As I’ll never go back to that world of sanity and completion
That filled the chapters of a time you’ve surely already forgotten…

** You haven’t heard, you have no clue; but I know!(…)
that if you listened to the crashing of my tears upon the wood
you’d remain… around this table…

[Written in colaboration with Grace Asrai and performed for Pastiche Open Mike]

Awareness Month

[For those of you who don't know, October is breast Cancer Awareness month. I get a lot of chain letters, but this one I decided to send on because, as a woman, its a very important subject.]

A handsome, middle-aged man walked quietly into the cafe and sat
down. Before he ordered, he couldn't help but notice a group of
younger men at the table next to him. It was obvious they were
making
fun of something about him, and it wasn't until he remembered he
was
wearing a small pink ribbon on the lapel of his suit that he
became
aware of what the joke was all about.

The man brushed off the reaction as ignorance, but the smirks
began
to get to him. He looked one of the rude men square in the eye,
placed his hand beneath the ribbon and asked, quizzically, "This?"

With that the men all began to laugh out loud. The man he
addressed
said, as he fought back laughter, "Hey, sorry man, but we were
just
commenting on how pretty your pink ribbon looks against your blue
jacket!" The middle aged man calmly motioned for the joker to come
over to his table and invited him to sit down. The guy obliged,
not
really sure why.

In a soft voice, the middle aged man said, "I wear this ribbon to
bring awareness about breast cancer. I wear it in my mother's
honour."

"Oh, sorry dude. She died of breast cancer?"

"No, she didn't. She's alive and well. But her breasts nourished
me
as an infant and were a soft resting place for my head when I was
scared or lonely as a little boy. I'm very grateful for my
mother's
breasts and her health."

"Umm," the stranger replied, "Yeah."

"And I wear this ribbon to honour my wife", the middle aged man
went
on.

"And she's okay, too?" the other guy asked.

"Oh, yes. She's fine. Her breasts have been a great source of
loving
pleasure for both of us and with them she nurtured and nourished
our
beautiful daughter 23 years ago. I am grateful for my wife's
breasts,
and for her health."

"Uh huh. And I guess you wear it to honour your daughter, also?"

"It's too late to honour my daughter by wearing it now. My
daughter
died of breast cancer one month ago. She thought she was too young
to
have breast cancer, so when she accidentally noticed a small
lump,
she ignored it. She thought that since it wasn't painful, it must
not
be anything to worry about."

Shaken and ashamed, the now sober stranger said, "Oh, man, I'm so
sorry mister."

"So, in my daughter's memory, too, I proudly wear this little
ribbon,
which allows me the opportunity to enlighten others. Now, go home
and
talk to your wife and your daughters, your mother and your
friends.
And here," the middle-aged man reached in his pocket and handed
the
other man a little pink ribbon.

The guy looked at it, slowly raised his head and asked, "Can ya
help
me put it on?"

This is breast cancer awareness month.

Do regular breast self-exams and encourage those women you love to
do
the same. Please send this on to anyone you would like to remind
of
the importance of breast cancer awareness.

A CANDLE LOSES NOTHING BY LIGHTING ANOTHER CANDLE. PLEASE KEEP
THIS
CANDLE GOING!

This one I do ask that you send on.