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Thu, 23 Jul 2009 21:52:12 -0700

101 (or less) useless things about me

...bigger than a breadbox
smaller than John Holmes ...but I'm OK with that
...really
less powerful than a locomotive
able to leap in tall buildings, but always only in a single bound
cuter than a button ...but then again, who isn't?
my eyes are 3 parts sky blue, two parts steel grey with a twinkle of BS thrown in for good measure
I like before, during, and after
my favourite spice is variety
I would take a bullet for my best friend
I have only one best friend
I am loyal ...like a dog, apparently
I like smart women the best
I am an old soul
I believe in Angels ...and I have an Angel fetish!
I think that insurance is legalized theft
I am a humanist ...this trumps all other "ists"
It is too late to have no regrets
I do not believe that commandments are necessary ...the Golden rule covers everything!
I am not particularly fond of winter in Toronto
the most fun I ever had was at a Club Med in Mexico
I have lived every man's number one fantasy ...very exciting! ...but youth is definitely wasted on the young
I believe that goodness WILL triumph over evil
I am agnostic ...about everything
I love to LOVE ...and I have an ifinitie capacity in this regard
I believe that wickedness is sexy, but only the kind of wickedness that was coined as such by narrow minded people e.g. "...but Santa, naughty IS nice!" ...true wickedness is anything but sexy!
I believe that there is nothing sexier than honest to goodness ...goodness
...and a heart that's pure
I believe in the power of numbers
there are only three things in this world that I could not do without ...soon to be four
I have been inducted into a hall of fame
I believe in Freedom
I believe in freedom of expression
I do NOT believe that those who hate should express themselves ...instead, they should go home, turn on some soothing music, draw a hot bath, get in it and relax, and then they should STFU until they have something nice to say!

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Sun, 25 Jan 2009 05:58:06 -0800

I woke up one morning to find a hole in my heart
I thought it was broken
I woke up this morning to find a light shining through this hole
...Imagine my surprise

Bright and warm like the sun
The life force, it flowed freely touching everything around me
Tomorrow when I awake, I know the hole will be gone
ahhh... but this joyous and peaceful feeling will remain

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Sun, 25 Jan 2009 05:57:10 -0800

Clear Cut

The tree it stood so strong and Tall
Proud to be above it all
It cleaned our air and gave us shade
You'd have thought we had it made.

But then one day we chopped it down
and did not hear it hit the ground
for we had moved on to the next
and on and on 'til all was wrecked

So do not scream when all is lost
We should have learned to count the cost
and sow the seed, instead of greed
plant MORE plants ...remove the WEEDS

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http://archives.cbc.ca/IDD-1-75-679/science_technology/clearcutting/

Sign the petition to make clear-cutting illegal http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/672669721

http://www.savetherainforest.org/

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Sun, 25 Jan 2009 05:56:35 -0800

Love to the power of seven

The first time I fell in Love... I was flawed, but I did not know it

The second time I fell in Love... She was flawed, but she did not show it

The third time I fell in Love... there was promise, but I could not grow it

The fourth time I fell in Love... was too fast and I could not slow it

The fifth time I fell in Love... I was so wired that I had to blow it

The sixth time I fell in Love... I was so tired that I could not sew it

The seventh time I fell in Love... I was inspired and I let you know it

...ahhh lucky number seven!!

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(Special thanks to http://nancylee.stumbleupon.com/ for pointing me to the photo)

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Sun, 25 Jan 2009 05:56:12 -0800

Food for the Soul

A note, a sound so pure and sweet
Is just like something good to eat
that leaves me yearning for the rest
...so I can hear what I like best
It fills a void and soothes my soul;
Though I am flawed, it makes me whole

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Sun, 25 Jan 2009 05:49:27 -0800

Train Wreck

I was a man with a plan
I was a man on track
Always moving forward
Never looking back

I accomplished great things
I felt as though I had wings
I was nice to people
I gave advice to people

...then I met you

First you nailed me
Then you derailed me
In the wake of your attack
I can only look back

Lately I have accomplished nothing
I seem to have broken wings
I don't reach out to people
Sometimes I shout at people

...I wish I could forget you

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Sun, 25 Jan 2009 05:48:19 -0800

...and then one day I stumble across this:

"And speaking of blind dates, say you were meeting a new person - blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to ponder over.

What would you put in the box?"

...and I think for a while, and I say, "Why not? What WOULD I put in it?" ...and so I reply... no explanation, just the items in the box.

a shoelace
a sugar cube
a feather
a can of whipped cream
a subway token
an airline sized bottle of Gin
an ounce of courage
my phone number
a digital camera
a home-made CD compilation of my favourite music
a poem written especially for the occasion
the benefit of the doubt

NEVER

Blinding Beauty

Chocolate brown... pale red, olive and yellow... from midnight black to lily white, yes and every shade between

...these are colours of beauty

Tall and slim... short and sweet - in other words petite... curvy in places ...some say bodacious

...these are shapes of beauty

Luscious lips... heaving breasts... the nape of the neck... a soft tongue... sparkling green eyes - that don't tell lies

...these are things of beauty

When we meet, I know there will be beauty ...but what will you be?

Yes, I know there will be beauty ...but which will I see?

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Sun, 25 Jan 2009 05:47:59 -0800

If I could hold you

If I could hold you to my lips...
now that would be a trip

and if I could hold you on my tongue
then I would love what we've become

If I could hold you in my mouth
then I would never spit you out

and if I could hold you in my arms
then I would keep you safe from harm

if I could hold you in my hand
then I would know you understand

and if I could hold you in my sight
then I would never turn out the light

if I could hold you in my head
then I would dream of you in bed

and if I could hold you while we sleep
then my heart would always leap

if I could hold you to my chest
then I'd let you do the rest

and if I could hold you in my heart
then I would hope we never part
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Sun, 07 Sep 2008 21:20:11 -0700

Frozen Ghost ...for the captivating few - and special thanks to cua ( http://cua.stumbleupon.com/ )

You are like a ghost who leaves footprints in the frozen tundra that is located somewhere in the near reaches of my imagination.

Each day I awake and head to the door that leads me there. Each day begins with mixed emotions as the door holds so much promise of hope and joy; but also of fear and disappointment.

On some days, I throw the door wide open and they are just there - perfect and crisp upon the snow. Every time this happens, my heart leaps in anticipation of what discoveries they will lead me to. On other days there is nothing ...and my heart sinks into the frozen ground, where it feels the coldness of winter.

Ahhh... but when there are footprints, I see how your warmth has melted the snow ever so slightly ...only to have it freeze again once your foot has lifted, forming a perfect casting of your foot in pure ice. This in turn warms my heart a little and fills me with joy.

On some days, your footprints travel across this empty canvas in a straight line, and with a purpose, like the tracks of a train. On other days, the prints are scattered, random and playful, like a deer that has been romping in the forest. Sometimes though, these deer tracks are more frenzied and give the sense that you may have been running from something that has been hunting you. These are the days that I wish I could somehow have been with you to comfort and protect.

I know that somehow you are trying to communicate with me beyond these simple imprints on my mind. Sometimes the prints are clear and perfect, and I think I am beginning to get the point. Other days, I awake to find that the snow has almost completely filled them in and the message escapes me almost entirely. On most days, they are somewhere between these two stages.

Still, on other days I awake to find only a single footprint, crisp and clean ...and so clearly alone. How is this possible? Perhaps you are trying to let me know that you are really an Angel, and not a ghost? ...this might explain the ability to leave a single footprint assuming an ability to wing your way through this space. ...On these days I know that you have been thinking of me, but in your world, you are too consumed at the moment to be able to leave any other prints. Strangely, this leaves me peaceful and satisfied ...I am happy that you "flew" by just to let me know that you care.

Sometimes... While I am viewing your prints, and I am leaving some of my own, I look around to see that you have left some more. I have been here all along, and yet I did not see you leave them. Each time I look around, more have appeared. This exhilarates me because I know you are close at hand, however, it also frustrates me because it reinforces that I cannot see you, and that you have the same properties as a ghost.

At times there is nothing for days on end... and so I worry about you. I wonder when you will return ...if you will return. ...but this is not the only thing that I fear... Each day, I wait at the door that takes me to this world and I pause for an uneasy moment, wondering what I will see once I have opened the doors. Will it still be winter? ...or will the warm reaches of spring begin to eat away at the soft snow that so beautifully covers the ground? I do not know how long the seasons last in my imagination ...or even if there are other seasons. For now, I find that I do not want there to be any others ...which is strange to me, because I have never been very fond of winter ...at least not in reality, not in this city.

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Sun, 07 Sep 2008 06:16:13 -0700

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