There’s a small place in my heart
For my first love!
You where lost to me
When we were young
And yet
My feelings are as strong
As on that day when we first met
You’re the one
I’ll never forget
My first love
With your love for life
Your infectious smile
Your cheeky grin
Your deep blue eyes
Your pure, pale skin
Your golden hair
Made my heart melt
Whenever you were near,
If only things had turned out right
But the diagnosis meant you had a fight
At so young an age
Try as you might
You were never meant to win
Fate can be so very cruel
But you’d flash that cheeky grin
You pushed me away
It hurt at the time
Now I know it was for the best
You didn’t want me
To share in your test
As I write these words I know
If you were with me now
The outcome may have not been the same
But I know one thing that will never change
Within my heart still burns your flame
So rest in peace my dear first love
Please know I bear no ill will
Always know my first love
I loved you then, I love you now
And I know I always will

George L. Ellison

ã 23/08/2009

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Underneath the pain
In a Country by your side
Underneath the suffering
That so many sleep to hide

Underneath the tremors
There’s no Mother for a child
Underneath the rubble
Is what’s left of broken smiles

Underneath the bridge
Is a man without a home
Underneath the moonlight
There’s a child who cries alone

Underneath the remnants
Children played without a fear
Underneath the blanket
An infant clings to life so dear

Underneath the tragedy
It’s up to us to make a start
Underneath the grief
A chance to unbreak someones heart

Underneath the dreams
That were shattered in a glance
Underneath the ruins
Is help to build a second chance

Underneath the sun
Where lovers long to sail away
Underneath the gray sky
A child survives another day

Underneath disaster
Is a longing to reach out
Underneath this calling
Desire burns through all self doubt

JCM 1/2010

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Things needed:

1. person (you or someone in need of a smile)

1/2 cup of love from the heart.

2. heaping loads of Joy and gladness

1. pinch of care

2. cups of laughter

What to do:

Mix together The two cups of laughter with the heaps of joy and gladness. Stir constantly to make sure that the smile will be true and not a “pain cover-up.” Sprinkle in the pinch of care and add with it the 1/2 cup of love as you continue to stir. Gently pour in a cup made from only the finest happiness around. For extra effect, add a spoonful of hugs and kisses (if desired). Sip or have someone else sip the potion slowly. If the first cup is a little weak, take another dose.
Now you should have a smile on your face and a fresh start today. Take a dose of smile each day if you wish to feel this way forever.   

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The dark is too bright
and I’m falling awake.
My pencil won’t write
and this paper is fake.
This cactus is soft
and my fur coat is rough.
I love doing homework
and can’t get enough.
I hate to win
and love to lose.
I hate exciting games
and love boring news.
Spiders are my friends,
butterflies, my foes.
I know it all sounds strange,
but that is how it goes.

Authors note:

This is just a little bit of imagination and creativity to give you a quick smile for your day. A smile is a good medicine that you should take daily in order to go about your day feeling refreshed and ready for anything. You can find out more in my next peice ” Recipe for a Smile”

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Tis not what we seek in life ..but what we create,, for life only exist as shall you! too! venture and explore brings knowledge galore with smiles and frowns and sometimes misery surround’s , know that life stays never! the same,, keeps us all from going insane .
it’s all about movement and walking about that lead’s us to joy and sometimes we shout, love they ownself and love those you hold near… when life is a downer just grab a cold beer.
follow me not nor lead me ahead just walk beside me always and when tired on my shoulder you can rest your head

so many lay around in worry some just go through life in a hurry some fall down and some climb up ..i just ride around in my old truck living and learning and exploreing life to it’s best stopping at times just to rest in the life is knowledge abode… if you seek it then you shall find gold.. live not for the moment! but live for the end cause everything else in the middle is fun to the end
tis only as easy as making a pie! taking time to make it sweet and rise to the sky! the careing and loving you spend on such a thing , can bring you love and laughter when with someone else you share the same thing. life and love are like cooking a simple pie.. its the time you take to add the extra spice that catches one;s eye.. remember this always for in this world is a must, if you ere forget love will go abust .’copyright 12/19/2009 aka louintexas

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(1)Young Tom visited his great aunt, until he was ten years old,

And soon after his next birthday, her old mansion would be sold,

Since she died, and he would miss them both, as nine years changed the date.

He completed school, did two years work, and started college late.

(2)At the end of his first Uni year, he used semester break,

To get on his pushbike, ride ten miles, and use the street to take

Some new photographs of that old house, that stood in Memory Lane.

Then a lady pulled up in the drive, and Tom had to explain.

(3)So he told her how he’d visited his great aunt, and she’d died.

She invited him to take more pictures of the house inside.

They exchanged their names, and hers was Angel. She had long blond hair,

And she wore a dark blue dress, which caught his eyes and made him stare.

(4)Angel showed him in, and chatted, as the camera’s shutters moved

More than those beside the windows, and he noticed she approved

Of his dedicated efforts to preserve the life he’d known.

He used up his roll of film, while she was talking on the phone.

(5)He soon asked her if he could come back, when he had bought some more.

She took out an unused roll of film she’d kept in her desk drawer.

“You can have this as a gift, if you could stay for lunch as well,”

Angel told him, and he found himself enchanted by her spell.

(6)With her wedding ring to think of, he stayed focused on the shots

That he took of her interiors, while Angel warmed some pots.

She prepared a tasty pasta, which they ate, while she detailed

How she’d married, bought the house, and then her husband’s health had failed.

(7)For two years she’d been a widow, and the house was now a shrine,

And the memories of their lost loved ones would start to intertwine,

As a thirty year old widow, and a boy were growing fond

Of each other, with that mansion as a setting for a bond.

(8)He told stories of old visits there, and picnics on the lawn.

Then the sunlight shone upon her face, as Angel had to yawn.

She proposed that they might have the next day’s lunch out on the grass,

And he thought of Angel married, when those years had had to pass.

(9)Now they shared the common ground, specifically that block of land,

And the ghosts they knew that no-one else could ever understand.

He accepted her proposal, and soon bought a “Thank you” card,

And some chocolates, which he handed her, as they walked through her yard.

(10)They enjoyed the picnic lunch, and she invited him to stay,

For a chat up on the balcony, and let him lead the way.

She was thrilled by how he knew his way around each nook and cranny,

And he told her how he’d used the cellar once, to hide from Nanny.

(11)They walked out onto the balcony, and Tom said, “When I came,

I was glad to see the garden and the house looked just the same.

It feels just like fifteen years ago, on days when my great aunt

And I both looked out at every creeper vine and growing plant.”

(12)”Tom, you’re sweet to buy me chocolates,” Angel candidly responded,

“And it’s nice the way we’ve shared the stories of this house and bonded.

For the first time, I’ve met someone who has helped me break the seal,

Of the lonely widow syndrome, but I don’t know how you feel.”

(13)”I feel nice,” said Tom, “It’s special to be spending two days here.”

Angel thanked him and then asked, “But have I got the wrong idea?
What I mean, is: Do you like me, or do you just like this place?”

He had never had a girlfriend. Now this doll was giving chase.

(14)”Yes, I really like you, Angel. I’m just scared to mix my past

With a future that could hurt me, if your feelings might not last.”

Her mouth opened in surprise, and she said, “You’re the younger man.

But you’ve thought this out so deeply, since your visits here began.

(15)I have turned away proposals from each Dick, and every Harry,

But not every Tom, because you’re one, whom I would love to carry

Me across the threshold in the future, once we two have dated

For the next two years, until such time as you have graduated.”

(16)Tom said, “When I first met you, I was unnerved about one thing,

As I came to take the pictures, and I saw your wedding ring.

I still thought it would be wrong to interrupt your right to grieve.

With my photographs all taken, I decided I should leave.”

(17)”You don’t have to leave,” said Angel, “With your help, my grief has gone.

If you’d like to see some more of me, I’m ready to move on.”

“I sure would,” said Tom, “if I don’t disappoint you. Being new

To this dating thing, I guess you’ll have to teach me what to do.”

(18)Summer sun lit up the garden, but the balcony was shady,

As she smiled and moved towards him. “Have you ever kissed a lady?”

Angel asked. He said, “I’ve never had a girlfriend, so to speak. ”

Then she smiled, and put one hand behind his neck, and kissed his cheek.

(19)Then she placed her other arm around his back, and took the lead,

As she taught him every kissing move, until they both agreed,

That the time had come to move inside and use the couch instead.

They were both too clean in mind, to jump the gun, and use the bed.

(20)They sat on the couch, and felt the cushions underneath them dip,

And he ran each finger slowly over her soft lower lip.

They embraced, and felt their touching cheeks was unity assured,

As Tom realized this vacation would leave no time to be bored.

(21)She’d inherited a chain of fashion stores, that dealt in flowers

As a sideline to enhance the atmosphere in business hours.

As the owner, she could take time off, to coincide with his,

Angel told him, as she poured some lemonade that kept its fizz.

(22)With the daylight saving sunlight still to last for quite a while,

Angel’s bicycle and his went wheeling round, until a mile

Of her suburb had been covered, and he hazarded a guess

That her own department store supplied her flowery white long dress.

(23)”I designed this one myself,” she said, “with flowers in pale red.

They’re the same as those that grow around the mansion’s old back shed.

Then the “tailor made” department had it made in several days.

Will you let me read your college work: those stories, and the plays?”

(24)She was lost in everything he wrote; and used her drawing skill

To make illustrations for the novels he worked on, until

One book publisher, who’d previously turned his books away,

Had a change of heart, and knew that now the customers would pay.

(25)When his college course was finished, and he didn’t have to cram,

Putting dates with her on hold, the night before his last exam,

He rode out of university, a bachelor of study

Up to Angel’s suburb, skidding on some road that rain made muddy.

(26)He fell off the bike, and hit his head, and passed out on the road,

Where his girlfriend lived, while clouds above went into downpour mode.

Then eventually her car pulled up, when she came driving by,

And she thought that he was dead, and stroked his head, and had to cry.

(27)”Tom, I loved you more than even my old husband. It’s not fair,”

Angel wept, as he woke up, and felt her fingers on his hair.

“It’s alright. I skidded off the road, fell down, and then I must

Have collapsed, once I had hit my head, and ended up concussed.

(28)Roadside grass has saved me from a bruise. I’m glad you came and found

Me down here, and kept me safe, since there was no-one else around.”

She secured the car, and left it, and they walked the pushbike in,

And she bandaged his right hand with rolls of something soft and thin.

(29)Angel gently held his hands and said, “I thought I’d lost another,

And before we could get married.” Then she used her lips to smother

Him with countless lovely kisses. Tom said, “Does this really mean,

That you’re seriously willing to get married? I’m still keen.

(30)And in fact, that’s why I cycled up. I hope this isn’t rash.

Could you help me open this? My hands are clumsy from the crash.”

He took out a small container, and she lifted up the lid,

And she saw a wedding ring, and said, “Of course I’m still keen, kid.

(31)Now I guess it’s time to take this old ring off, and start anew.”

“You don’t need to take it off,” said Tom, “I’m sure there’s room for two,

Your first ring is on your right hand, as a memory and a token,

And this new one tells the world the sleeping widow has awoken.”

(32)”I can’t believe how sweet you are,” said Angel, “I’ll do what you’ve said,

Now I think you should lie down, since you just hurt your handsome head.

I’ll still stay and keep you company, and make some wedding plans.”

They discussed things, and her sports car soon drove westward, dragging cans.

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If I take a shred of 1980s time, and clutch it tight

(From when optimism shined, and felt no need for second sight);

And contain it in the formula, that I’m preparing now,

I can climb the trees in modern woods, and never break a bough.

Should I snatch a scrap of Paris, clasping firmly with my grip

(So the fancy streets and shining lights would validate the trip);

And include that with more images collated in this art,

Then the collage of experiences needs no counterpart.

When I borrow just a tune from one musician’s repertoire

(Such that self-expression of another touches my radar);

And it’s added to the inspirations daydreams might compile,

I can move on, with a melody to motivate my smile.

I might revel in a chapter of the nicest story told

(Where the narrative has reached its peak, and calls for semibold);

And incorporate that into memories, gathered up, to date.

Its invigorating influence might prompt what I’ll create.

If I use a pinch of this, a dab of that, and shape the clay,

(I’ll unite my favourites into what I’m mixing up today).

Such a cocktail of connections would mean I’d be nine tenths there.

But that ten percent is vital; since it’s: knowing that you’d care.

Und du hörst das Wort ich sage; aber du verstehst mir nicht.

Ob in English oder Deutsch, ich doch vertraue mein Gedicht.

Gehst du Osten, Westen, Norden, Süden (Flugzeug oder Floss),

Wirdst du finden was du suchst, wenn du besuchst an meinem Schloss?††

Translations:

† Collective in the Castle

††And you hear the word I say, but you don’t understand me.

Whether in English or German, I still believe my poem.

If you go East, West North or South (by plane or raft),

Will you find what you’re seeking, if you visit my castle?

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why are we here? for most that’s been a thought for other’s it’s just a passing idea that need’s no concern life gives us hope and worries and concern love, laughter and joy we recieve in return, some of us worry for day’s on end some of think when does life really begin.
does life leave us hopefull or sadness in it’s wake? or does it give us friends who hands we do shake does it offer kindness or leave us in despair, why are we here? or do even we care.
most of us seek a purpose to know why this is some of us just except it as it is,we work and toil for days on end working and wondering when shall it end.
myself i do ponder why life put me here but when i think about it it becomes so clear, for without you or me in this time and space life would be without our giving grace.
the key to life is to live and let live worry only a moment and share what you have as if giving candy to a kid. share it with a smile from your special place and learn to laugh loud when troubles you face never worry past dark or dawn in your wake rise to the challange and stand in your space .
for love and laughter can conquer most things the rest really doesn;t matter.. when the sun finally fades .

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Tis the season to shed joy and cheer,although some of us maybe sad and shed only a tear.
maybe a loved one is gone from there midst, or someone has passed and brought a sadness,
be happy and rejoice for those that are away whether for good or just for a few days, for thier heart holds true a place just for you and they are none really gone just out of veiw.
happy is the occasion in this time of year smile and laugh or grab a cold beer do what you must to hold love in your heart.
for christmas only comes once a year but with the love from one’s heart we shall never be gone or ever apart.

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The excitement mounts as the megadrive loads,
“That’s him! I can see him! Right there!”
Now all the people are screaming and shouting
At the guy with long blue hair.

So, who is this babe?
This iconic beauty?
He’s a video-game prince,
Sonic Hedgehog by name.

He leads a heavenly life,
Desired and lusted by millions,
You would have guessed it,
Since he is perfection.

Is it Sonic’s fault he makes humans look like pigs?
Or his fault he’s sexy and hot?
So love and respect him for who he is,
Don’t bash him for the things he’s got!

Is it Sonic’s fault his pixel consistency keeps him forever alive?
Or his fault in a couple of years all your organs will die?
His beauty will never fade when you’ll be old and ugly,
3D models never degrade, such is the big mistery.

If you see him at Station Square,
hold him a crown, buy him jewels,
Let’s not be afraid of the words,
He is a king, it’ll suit him well.

Saving the world, running so fast,
Defeating Eggman too,
starring in games, causing orgasm,
Is there something Sonic can’t do?

He is this gem that blessed earth,
Beautiful, perfect, divine,
Somewhat flawless even from birth,
As prototype from Sega line.

Sonic’s legend started in the past,
god’s beauty poured into a dreamcast,
could his charm be so wild and pure,
as the day you saw him in Sonic adventure?

His emerald eyes shine so bright,
He dazzles you, don’t deny it,
And his smile lights up the night,
try to survive the fainting fit.

Always looking wonderful,
He’s the prettiest thing you’ll ever see,
Just look into his eyes, there’s nothing more beautiful.
and he’s the greatest character there will ever be.

Plus, there’s so much more to him than being an idol,
He’s grand, strong and smart,
Just admire all of him as a whole,
His allure is a true work of art.

I proposed him,
even two times,
then he said yes,
now he is mine.

This is something you can’t withstand,
evidently, I understand,
You are gnawed by jealousy,
Just because he is my husband.

Oh Sonic, I love you with all of my heart!
I adore and worship you!
I’m proud to be your humble, devoted wife,
And I’ll always be loyal and true.

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