Goddess Sandra

Hi!

Hmmm, I think I’ll put a little story of mine here as the way to say hi…but which one?! I got a few of these and uhmmm...ok, maybe if I'll let The Hedgehog loose:

Ok, a bit hung over, so I decide to take out the trash in order to do at least something productive for a change. A small step for a man and damn sure for the mankind too!

So I open this door that leads to the shed where the trash cans are, and hmm.. what the heck is that supposed to be on the floor!?

There is this small, empty 2 decilitre carton of cream, sure, but the spiky thing hanging out of it keeps me puzzled for a few seconds.

I can feel a smile slowly growing on my face when I finally start to get it!
A hedgehog, not much larger than the carton itself is half way in it trying to get what's remaining of the cream.
And probably went there too at the same moment I opened the door and is now too scared to move at all.

The hedgehog probably doesn't know the fact that I actually CAN see the rear end of it:).

I find myself stairing at this very curiously for another few seconds until I can see the hedgehog's center body move from breathing and the poor thing making this "phww"-sound, probably "Ok man, I give up!" in Hedgehoguese.

After this I realize that I probably distracted a special moment for this little fellow, so I leave him be to go about his business. Animals are funny:).

Best Wishes, -PT Loren

Meet me under the moonlight



If when on some dark and lonely night
you should suddenly miss me
then come to meet me under the moonlight
and we will dance till dawn, my love
With arms wide open I will greet you
and have eyes for only you, my heart
Our feet will never touch the ground, my dear
while we dance in sheer delight
Just a whisper from your lips to send me running
and jump into your arms in utter bliss
Say you will save the last dance for me, oh darling
the dance only meant to share
with the one your soul craves for,
the woman who owns your heart
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Thanks for the add Goddess Sandra!!!

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY

SOUL : Oh, who shall from this dungeon raise
A soul enslaved so many ways?
With bolts of bones, that fettered stands
In feet, and manacled in hands;
Here blinded with an eye, and there
Deaf with the drumming of an ear;
A soul hung up, as 'twere, in chains
Of nerves, and arteries, and veins;
Tortured, besides each other part,
In a vain head, and double heart.

BODY : Oh, who shall me deliver whole
From bonds of this tyrannic soul?
Which, streched upright, impales me so,
That mine own precipice I go;
And warms and moves this needle frame
(A fever could but do the same)
And, wanting where its spite to try,
Has made me live to let me die;
A body that could never rest,
Since this ill spirit it possessed.

SOUL : What magic could me thus confine
Within another's grief to pine?
Where, whatsoever it complain,
I feel, that cannot feel, the pain,
And all my care itself employs,
That to preserve, which me destroys;
Constrained not only to endure
Diseases, but, what's worse, the cure;
And ready oft the port to gain,
Am shipwrecked into health again.

BODY : But physic yet could never reach
The maladies thou dost teach;
Whom first the cramp of hope does tear,
And then the palsy shakes of fear;
The pestilence of love does heat,
Or hatred's hidden ulcer eat;
Joy's cheerful madness does perplex,
Or sorrow's other madness vex,
Which madness forces me to know,
And memory will not forgo.
What but a soul could have the wit
To build me up for sin so fit?
So architects do square and hew
Green trees that in the forest grew.

Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)





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"Your Own Way"
by Wes Fessler

When every will and thrill has gone,
you have to change or just move on.
You cannot live without your heart.
For what is life, to play a part?
When you don't have a joke to tell,
and all you do is scream and yell,
you need to step aside and see
your life the way it ought to be.
Are things worth getting stressed about;
worth causing you to wail and pout?
Weigh every loss against each gain.
Don't let each day be full of pain.
You have to do what you enjoy,
for in repression there's no joy.
So seek your dreams where they may go,
and when you catch them, you will know.
The will and thrill will come again.
You'll find your happiness and then
your heart will be in all you do.
You may just tell a joke or two.
Do what it takes, don't waste away.
Give life your best in your own way.

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Dark Seduction

Author: RavynVampyre
In darkness it is spoken of one such as I ,
the dark seductress who haunts your every dream,
for they say my embrace is ecstasy and death.
And yet you are haunted by my dark beauty.
dancing eyes, the turn of my lips as I smile.
You have listened and heard mind voice singing in the wind.
And now, as Night's Children sing to you
You lie upon your bedding, cool satin against you fevered flesh, and
your thoughts are of me, sleep will not come to me this night.
You yearn to feel my skin on yours. the eternal kiss which makes
you mine till the end of time and beyond
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ma si..quando passi?

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The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.
At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-wa

SI DAI DICIAMO DI SI...NELLA NORMA. X TE INSOMMA CON LE COSE CHE NN VANNO, COME SI SUOL DIRE: " HAI FATTO IL CALLO...?" DAI SPERIAMO CHE RIESCI A SITEMARE LE TUE PROBLEMATICHE...UN BACINO COME SAI TU E DOVE VUOI TU...FAMMI SAPERE, OK? ;-) SMACK! T.

ciao