Originally Posted by WolfyOne (Post 115018) My message for this evening: With sorrow and pain comes wisdom and strength

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Be Kind

we are always asked
to understand the other person's
viewpoint
no matter how
out-dated
foolish or
obnoxious.

~ Charles Bukowski ~

Originally Posted by Bard (Post 432187) One ring to show our love One ring to bind us One ring to seal our love And forever to entwine us. May 26th 2012....

by, Anne Sexton

In his tenth July some instinct
taught him to arm the waiting wave,
a giant where its mouth hung open.
He rode on the lip that buoyed him there
and buckled him under. The beach was strung
with children paddling their ages in,
under the glare od noon chipping
its light out. He stood up, anonymous
and straight among them, between
their sand pails and nursery crafts.
The breakers cartwheeled in and over
to puddle their toes and test their perfect
skin. He was my brother, my small
Johnny brother, almost ten. We flopped
down upon a towel to grind the sand
under us and watched the Atlantic sea
move fire, like night sparklers;
and lost our weight in the festival
season. He dreamed, he said, to be
a man designed like a balanced wave...
how someday he would wait, giant and straight.
Johnny, your dream moves summers inside my mind.
He was tall and twenty that July,
but there was no balance to help;
only the shells came straight and even.
This was the first beach of assault;
the odor of death hung in the air
like rotting potatoes, the junkyard
of landing craft waited open and rusting.
The bodies were strung out as if they were
still reaching for each other, where they lay
to blacken, to burst through their perfect
skin. And Johnny Pole was one of them.
He gave in like a small wave, a sudden
hole in his belly and the years all gone
where the Pacific noon chipped its light out.
Like a bean bag, outflung, head loose
and anonymous, he lay. Did the sea move fire
for its battle season? Does he lie there
forever, where his rifle waits, giant
and straight?...I think you die again and live again,
Johnny, each summer that moves inside my mind.

Originally Posted by claybaby (Post 510169) the wind promises it.....the heart will tender it....and it is written across the sky....and through love, all things are made possible... Just look up into the night sky...and wish upon night's first star...for you will see me...there....and our dreams will reach past the stars...through space and time...your heart & mine..will find each other...BELIEVE...and make that wish tonight...for I am here....I am there...I am omnipresent...in the sun..in the rain..in the stars...in the clouds..in your soul...we are one...(f) Placing my message in the bottle..to throw out to sea..hoping that bottle will find thee..across miles..across borders..and as it brings this message to you...from me...know I am always with you..feel me in your heartbeats...

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For every time you think of me,
Dust me upon your body:
inhale the fragrance of my being
and may I always be on your mind
and in your heart;
each time you think of me
and dust me upon your body.

You mean all the world to me
You always will
I love you with all my heart:

all of it together,
my whole heart,
forever

*rolls up the parchment, tucks into bottle; seals bottle with cork and wax*

*sets bottle free on the waves*

*puts supplies away for later*

Originally Posted by WolfyOne (Post 688087) How come Bit has all the supplies she needs where she is and I am still writing on tree bark :|

Originally Posted by Bit (Post 688341) *tries not to giggle* *leads Wolfy by the hand to the lil shack next to the palm trees* *flings open the door and ducks, fakin' Wolfy out* Whooo, that's a lotta bottles! Thought I might get beaned there for a moment! *still trying hard not to giggle* :cheesy: *hands Wolfy a note, sans bottle* "Hi, Wolfy! Gryph"