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I ordered from xHeli a few times now myself. Same thing here - I hear bad reports about them every so often, but I have never had a problem myself.
As for bananahobby - I ordered there twice - and both times had HUGE problems in terms of getting defective or not the right stuff - but they fixed my problems each time. Those occured as opposed to my problems with a certain other vendor with a "KRS" in its name ... there I just lost my money after sending the wrong merchandise back - and I am only one of VERY many ... |
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I had a rotten experience with Xheli. They gave me nothing but the runaround for weeks. I finally got it resolved through their forums by a moderator by the name of Andy.
If you have a problem with them you will go crazy before it is resolved. Also the shipping to Canada is too expensive and takes too long. Give me BP Hobbies anytime and also Helitek. |
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The trick to xheli resolution is going to THEIR forum and posting "hey Andy, I ordered a blahblah and got a bloobloo".
The picture emerges of a small company with minimal phone/email staff (if any at all) and one conscientious guy (Andy) who takes care of issues but only if you can get his attention. I know of no such resolution path with Banana. |
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I have purchased many items from Xheli and Jamie at Boomtown. Jamie gives you the personal attention you will NEVER get from a discount house like Xheli. You cannot get wholesale prices and a guy waiting for your call with questions or problems. Thats just the way business works. Its one or the other. The phone thing with Xheli is cus they would need a staff off 50 to take care of all the guys who buy a heli and cannot fly and think the heli is defective cus it does not fly itself. Been there done that. I thought helis flew themselves also. If Boomtown sold an item that Xheli sold his price would be more.
I would never get into the hobby business. FWIW, companys make mistakes. A mistake does not mean they are the worst company cus the problem was with your order. |
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I've got a deadline here and I'm watching "Edge of Seventeen" on Logo and listening to Animal Collective.
Summer reading. Not so hard, but when all you want to do is waste time on carefree things, or even things more creative for my brain, it seems like the hardest thing you have to do. I'm so close to done, though. I've finished both novels [well I sparknoted the last few chapters of the stupid Invisible freaking Man] and wrote my share about the Bible. We have to write a letter to our teacher about the reading we had to do. So know I have to finish writing about the novels, and read and write about three different essays by different authors.
This girl in "Edge of Seventeen" looks like brunette Emily Haines.
I don't think I mentioned this in my last entry, but C's mom has finally complied and enabled C to spend the night. So she's spent the night a couple times since last week. Nothing dirty. Just a lot of making out. Don't be too disappointed.
This is a fairly mundane entry. C and I are on for our date tonight. Expect an entry after that.
Have a good time!
Oh and Animal Collective are great. What was the other novel you had to read? Prescribed reading is horrible.
I had a list I could choose from. I chose "Angela's Ashes" and "The Invisible Man" [which I hated]. Angela's Ashes was amazing though. Probably the best summer reading book I've ever had. But the Invisible Man was pretty much unbearable. I get mixed reviews on that book. Some people like it, a lot don't. It's more like reading a really uninteresting essay where he ponders everything and everything goes wrong. It takes him 5 pages to get through one damn thought. It's terrible. Have you read either?
The other stuff we had to read wasn't so bad though. We had a choice of authors whose essays we had to read [3 minimum] and I found an interesting piece by John Locke on thoughts [I read about "simple thoughts"]. And then we had to read part of the Bible. I read about half and could still write 3/4 of a page on it. So I'm set.
Have fun! Spoil C!
I agree with Lol-taire, prescribed reading sucks. I usually recommend Sparknoted, British Encyclopedia entries on authors and novels, and reading 1/3 of the book (e.g. all chapters that are divisible by 3), I've never flunked anything with that technique.
" . . . The sun does not shine upon this fair earth to meet frowning eyes, depend upon it." Charles Dickens
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Another Ultra Mobile PC
I think I have taken neurosis to a new level. Ever since the LinuxWorld show, I have been anxiously awaiting the release of the Asus EeePC. Anticipating the $200 version, I was thinking the "Impulse" buy defense.
Even though that version did not surface, my obsession with the 4GB version continued to grow. Quietly watching Newegg.com when availability was announced, in stock, out of stock, in stock, out of stock, buy it, don't buy it...
The weekly taunts of, "come on just buy it" from our webmistress. Still I refrained, why, because I do not honestly need it, but I want it...However, I stayed true. I have other things I must spend money on at the moment, such as the holidays, household bills, and oh yeah, replace the cell phone with the non functioning keys.
I am now down to only glancing at the book marked page occasionally, so I am confident that the crisis is subsiding. Now I hear of the Cloudbook, Are you kidding me? Seriously, is there a support group I can join? Another ultra mobile pc with release date 1 month away, I foresee this unhealthy obsession continuing into early spring.
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I actually got the EeePC, and I still want a Cloudbook. There's already 4 laptop computers knocking around my house. I think I need counseling...
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I suffer from the same addiction, just as I got over the eeePC I found that buy.com was selling the Nokia N800 (Linux web tablet) for $230 in anticipation of the N810. Now Nokia says all of the new software for the N810 works on the N800 too. I took the N800 drug and now appear to be in remission. Have a look, it cured me.
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Sautéed portobellos are delicious in ragouts; as a topping for polenta or pizza; or as a filling for fajitas, tacos, or quesadillas. The portobello mushroom stands up to the robust flavors in these quesadillas, all the while preserving its own steaklike texture.
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1. Stack tortillas; microwave at HIGH 1 minute. Leave in microwave to keep warm while preparing filling.
2. Heat a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Coat pan with cooking spray. Add mushrooms; sauté 2 minutes or until tender. Add vinaigrette, beans, and pimiento; cook 1 to 2 minutes, stirring constantly, or until liquid evaporates. Mash bean mixture slightly with a potato masher.
3. Spoon about 1/3 cup bean mixture onto each tortilla. Sprinkle evenly with cheese and onions. Fold tortillas in half.
4. Wipe skillet with paper towels; heat over medium heat. Coat pan with cooking spray. Place 2 quesadillas in pan; cook 2 to 3 minutes on each side or until golden and cheese melts. Repeat with remaining 2 quesadillas. Cut each quesadilla into 3 wedges. Serve immediately with salsa and cilantro, if desired.
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DuPont's process technology for the production of acrylonitrile (ACRN), based on over 40 years of refinement and optimization, has a demonstrated history of improved product quality, higher operating efficiency and reduced capital cost. Acrylonitrile is used in the production of acrylic fibers and acrylonitrile-butadiene-styrene and has a projected worldwide growth rate of 2-4% per year.
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During its 60 year history of mononitrobenzene(MNB)/aniline production, DuPont has continuously refined and optimized the process technology of this offering, particularly in the areas of process yields, energy consumption, waste minimization, product quality and high operating efficiency. Major uses of product grade aniline include polyurethane manufacture, rubber chemicals, dyes and pigments, agrochemicals and specialty fibers.
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Only authorized personnel at USD Student Health Services have access to the medical records. In most cases, a patient's written authorization must be given in order for the information to be shared, exceptions to this include:
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If you would like another person, such as a parent or spouse, to be able to communicate to USD Student Health Services staff regarding your healthcare, please follow the instructions in Option 2 below of "How to Request a Copy of or Authorize Access to My Medical Records" and designate that person as a recipient.
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Medical records of students are retained for 10 years following the last date of service. After 10 years of inactivity, the medical records are securely destroyed in accordance with state and federal regulations.
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Glist'ing drops Splashing into fine mist— I become one with the waterfall. Feeling joy As droplets kiss my face And enter my soul's most sacred place. Crystalline, Anointing me with love, Sustaining all life forms on the Earth. Gratitude For each divine droplet; A cascading veil of purity. © Connie Marcum Wong Contest: Some Form of Crystalline sponsored by Nette Onclaud November 3, 2014
LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night
She who is the light and hope in love complete I kneel in your grace A story that really gripped me deeply as my mother told me with such pride in her voice Protectress of the most Holy living rosary she has preformed countless miracles A young virgin who was martyred at the age of 13 She willingly gave her life to the heavenly sacrifice daughter of light you shine heroic Blessed with the virtues of purity,obedience and humility the anchor of hope in deep dark despair I promised someone really dear to me precious in my heart with love to write this story She was the daughter of a prince stunning beautiful coming from a small state in Greece who her family became Christians in baptism she became the daughter off, light One day while in the city the family went for an audience with the great emperor, when he saw her he appeared possessed in his mannerism during the whole time within conversations Now her father was dazzled with his honor he willingly accepted his proposal of marriage her father and mother tried everything to induce her to yield to their demands she turned to them and said I never break a promise once made in the one she had made to Jesus saying her virginity belongs to him No longer can I dispose of it They tried everything in their power her father began attacking her in his own shame in violent rage and anger and her mother tried to induce her to yield they tried everything with her that was possibly know to them Until both her parents fell on their knees begging with tears that were overwhelming their eyes pleading with her to please take pity on them No was her answer final on the subject she had vowed herself to God and her kingdom is in Heaven She was brought before the emperor at the time he flew into a mad violent fit of anger mixed with rage influenced by the devil himself He flung her into the palace prison thinking to himself with pain and suffering and with great shame in her courage he constantly attacked her some which were almost fatal to her purity of blessing had it not been for the hand and grace of God Her prayers supported her those she made to the love of Jesus and to her most holy mother with her only son now being held in captivity 37 days in total always in a heavenly mist of light Our Blessed most Holy Mother supreme through the eyes of all women bride of our Lord the Father God the creator our Blessed Mother appeared in a vision this story continues on next write 3 chapters this all held me captive
While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day. Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say. My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems. My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly Knowing your reaction will never greet me. Tonight will be different in what I want you to know. It has everything to do with what I can't help but show. I hold no claim to any religion but you've given me a place for my faith. Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste. You've shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, And so before it I choose to kneel. I know I don't say it but I miss you every day. Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice, Yet when you call I can't find any of the right words to say. I'm just happy to finally hear your voice. Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart; Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we'll have to part. I'll never be too far from you, always within arm's reach, And in your days of darkness I'll be the light that you will seek. I'll never let you leave too far from me, I'll stay close behind you in this world; Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl. I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ. Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy. I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips And see the very best of you in loving bliss. I see past the physical which makes you attractive And focus on the things I can't see in which I'm attracted. Your thoughts I'd love to hear them all. Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call. My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. And you I will pursue viciously, Because I've given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally. Yes our day will come, I know someday we'll be as one. And you I will pursue viciously, Because I've given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
Seeking the solace in its voice As it sings and serenades. Intoxicating wordless sound Carried along on air currents, Transforms wind to song. Mellow notes with breathless voice Plays like a lovers embrace. Deep earthy sounds perceived by ear. Romancing my heart through song, An alluring sound from the flute.
I am young I am old I am soft I am bold I can laugh I can cry I can quit Still, I can try Days they pass Turn to night Then come dreams Lost in flight Can't change the world Can't stop the rain But if I could I would end all of the pain For I am one In all that exist Throughout the years Throughout the mist Yet here comes my chance Or so goes my life Caught by the windmill.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ....Cut by the knife ~
Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions, Do it whenever they meet, Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion, When their team's comeback is complete, They can say hello, they can say goodbye, And anything inbetween, If you open your arms and crack a smile, There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.
As tears flow from my reddened eyes I can see what I have purely missed As I look up to the dark grey skies I will always remember our first fist I sit here and think of your face The first time I saw your light fluffy cheeks I always wanted to lay my head on that place Even when I was buried in my girlfriend's twin peaks. You never knew my love for you I waited until it was too late I often yearned for a way through Both your heart and your front gate. But now you've passed away Slipped through my limp and lifeless fingers But I still yearn for that fortuitous day And the smell of your tobacco colour coat still lingers. As I stare at my homage dedicated to you I can feel a heart shaped hole called 'Noah' My body is conflicted, I don't know what to do It's such a shame that you were found in pieces underneath a lawnmower. So many holes, and opportunities now I feel my body grow harder For you Noah would only allow One hole to be ventured in farther As you led there erotically on the grass that day with your legs so lovely I couldn't take my eyes away So I didn't see The lawnmower draw near The blades running free And beginning to career Ever closer to your toes To impoverish your heart I'm the only one who knows How a love like this does start To think I won't see you again Striding majestically down the Bath Road And, protecting your shoulders from the rain Your little tobacco coloured coat I wish I had been able to say All this to you when you were alive I came so close once, that fateful day When we were standing outside the Beehive Your hair was golden in the glow Of the solitary standing streetlamp Yet still, you couldn't ever know My feeling for you or my heart would cramp And now you're dead you selfish thing You'll never hear me speak these thoughts You'll never feel me 'flap my wings' Or ogle me as I cavort But now you're in the ground In the darkness and despair But I have now created a mound Where I can collect your hair My heart is soaked in liquid salt My clothes cling to my body Although I know that it's no-one fault Staring at you was my favourite hobby Now it's time to say goodbye My lovely little pet My heart still yearns, my eyes still cry Although we never met
Wave a sea softened and a pain and a tenderness throw dreams in fascination of the blue. And let shave the waves of Your eternity , oh, weigh above me, oh,weigh a coast of years. Carry far in azure, spiral ships, with bulging little abdomens, flutter with mahagony pinions and already in vain expect you to stop the scales harbours with hot flames for You are open. Far away, far away ,far away, stretched string, heart and frank await the hymn of June. All sea sisters are dressed in mother-of-pearl garment embroidered of kiss of eternity. In the morning hunts them fishermen and revive with breath of their man's hands. In the evening girls wash their black tunics, in their blue hearts, their feet white ,who cadge heavy chains. The night is squeezed enigma and ugly, predatory like a bat pecking of scarlet fig. Sea sisters, sea sisters, remember His steps which go through you noiselessly, and ou swing like bloody wine- hold in His fingers Herod, Pilate washes his hands, in Yours heirs and they bristled like winter icicles bristles of innoncent blood . There at Golgotha hearing terrible cry, blood gushes like wounded river disappear like Easter roses, in weeds of flushed preditory crowd, to open way of saving. Who is He? Do you heard His name ? He is Messiah, God's anoited Jesus Christ. Like little sheeps, clouds of candy floss, they welcome festivaly. Barefooted are feet of lovely swarthy steps of the sun, came to bow, before You , Creator. The sea throws his magnificent silver flesh, blue like heavently lace, to swallow all stars only Bethlehem's stays inextinguishable, pretty like uncreated like an apple of not born girl.
2011, Yambol A poem for My Beloved 1.He is like a bunch of myrrh, He is gilding my fingers With fragrance. He is weaving into between My breasts, He is cloaking on My pearl buttons in sunrise redden Like a droplets of blood, A necklace of my heart, A star of cinnamon tree, A porcelain cup with milk On a small table, Till a silver spoon which He is taking up slowly along His stifling lips, and like a butterfly Is swallowing a little chalice of my heart. My beloved is walking and decreasing. 2. He wakes the forests green like emerald Hayricks, white droplets, running on the Face of the sky. Eyebrows of clouds ,each snowdrop bowing down Under His white fingers. All blade of grass reducing. The pomegranates are like big chalices For Holy communion. My Beloved lifted it. His back have been cut of Smart whips, blood veronicas Shoots up His white skin, Strained like a drum, for fierce mad Throng. My Beloved will never be separated From my breasts. Myrrh deeply in my bosom and I Live from her Holiness, Golden lichen in golden hoops, Tightens up my heart. Beloved how giving out a sweet perfume, Smells a summer. Nina Mindova was born in Yambol, Bulgaria. She graduated at Bulgarian philology, English philology in Paisii Hilendarski university in Plovdiv and Theology in VEBI Sofia.. She is author of six poetry books.
Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.
Before we were thought of or time had started, God put US in His Son's name.. And each time we pray, you'll see its true, You can't spell Jesus without including US. Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, For US, He was born; And His great love for US is the reason He died. Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress And His resurrection was for US. As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. "Go into the world and tell them it's true that I love them all - Just like I love you." So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? It all depends on what we do, He'd like them all to know, But it all starts with US. Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS Copyright 2011 VISIT US AT; http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
My rock that sparkles on arrival emotions swell inside warm dewdrops Leaving the gates open from my mind drawing from out of this dream golden a beautiful runway opens sparkling Sweetly flying to you my heart pure lights up within breathing deep loving Warmly sighs feelings so good loving somebody so special very hot beautiful who smiles dazzling lights up wrote in 9 syllable count a beautiful cloud that hangs 10 lines to represent something perfect
The Intensifying love story by Madhavi.S.Pagare I simply adore you, my Mesmerizing Persona. As you are my first love. Who lighted my heart with full of pride and joy. Who ignited the ecstasy towards lovely life. Who relieved my pains and took sorrows as boon. You made me fall sick in your love when I see your madness. I like the way, The way you gazed at me and my smoky eyes. The way you smiled at my mystifying and enigmatic appeal. The way you every time praises me. The way you galvanized me and proved the meaning of life. You are the one, Yes, you are the one who aroused my feelings, my emotions. Yes, you are the one who explored my passion of love, flaming in my charismatic soul. Yes, you are the lovely treasure which god had baptized me. Yes, you are the one who turned the page of my life. Eureka, I found my true love!!!! Bewilderedly I did not know, where is my love taking me to ?? But still I like the way, Like, the way you clutched me into your arms. Like, the way you kissed my palms. Like, the way you hugged me, caressed me. Like, the way you rubbed your fingers on my lips. Like, the way you tickled me on my neck. Like, the way you squeezed my cheeks. Like, the way you holded me up towards the sky. Like, the way when you inspired me to fly so high. Tears dropped from my eyes and the very next moment I realized that it is my sensational love. My true love. Then I decided that no one had right to do this except you. If you want to know the reason?? If yes?? Yes, because I seriously fell in love with you. Yes, because you are the one to whom god had assigned me to. And here comes the Swifted instance when?? When, the moment you wore the golden ring in my finger and I was happily waving around. Just can't forget the time when our long lasting friendship turned into lifetime relationship. It was just the blooming of two lover's indicating the herald of the marriage. It means a lot for any girl in this amazing world. And yes, you will always find my heart topped with love showered only for you. For you!! And till my last breathe, my heart beats, beating for you, only for you SUYOG!! In fervour I wanted you to be mine forever, forever. We both sojourned in each other soul so deeply that we just can't wait for a single second, unless and until, we share what is running in our mind. It's just because we are so much accustomed to each other now. I Love you, adore you, adore you forever my Love.
Who am I? Am I defined by what is near in sight? Am I defined by what I have done, Or am I defined by what I could become? Perhaps I'm of no use. To him, or her, or I, nor you. Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined, And it is something like understanding that comes in time. And if to the world I'm never shown, Yet in my own light I've grown and grown, And so I can know no happiness but my own-- The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown. I do not pray for the world to know my name. For it and verse; the letters are the same. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads, I pray his pain my words to keep. Should his eyes rain on my page, Better tears than storms of rage. And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads. I pray his pain my words to keep. And if to the world you're never shown, Yet in your own light you've grown and grown, And so you know no happiness but your own. Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :) What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
I ain't like nothing you ever heard before I tell you what when I get done we'll see if you still feel the same know im known, you know i spread all my love around and what you looking for drugs sorry i dont sell them U know where im from we do it all different kind of ways got some good friends still, then i got some old friends that aint worth a shit even though they say old friends are gold Well maybe if your an old friend of mine you could show me then sliver is refined new friends come and shine their lights on my dark path and they love me even though im a smart ass so stick around hell it ain't hell its a pretty nice town Hillsboro, Tx Oh hold those doubts and false thoughts about me down in the valley in the shadow of darkness i walk with men, i talk with them some fathers some a couple hardheads but they all good men or they would'nt walk with me we got a team boy we talking serious we furious, you feel our spirits when we put your ass in mental check
Cleopatra's Baths in Gocek Bay, Turkey* Sail away with me in the sunshine Follow me as I slide into the welcoming foam Hold my hand as we search the shallow pools For the elixir that kept Cleopatra so fine Come lay down in the beautiful pool Feel the spring waters as I caress your skin The bubbles tingling against your spine Open up your heart, let me lay within I smell the muskiness of lust As I plant gentle kisses by the score Your muscles tighten with my touch Can feel your body asking for more My fingers caress your forever hidden areas Can feel the need for relief, Your manhood throbs, my body gives you release You sink into the shallow waters, replete. The famous cleopatra pools of Gocek Bay Not sure if they make you beautiful to see Yet pleasure they surely give you as you lay In the refreshing water here with me. Penned 5 November 2014 * ancient bath house sitting in shallow waters, Legend says that these baths were built for Cleopatra to enjoy the hot springs laden with minerals that come to surface in the bath area, by her friends as a present when Cleopatra spent time in this area of the coast which is now southern Turkey. Close inspection of the bottom sands underwater today show spring waters still gurgling into this area. It is the minerals in this hot spring water that ancient lore says contributed to Cleopatra's beauty.
Was it enough or was it too much? Sometimes too fast but always too slow! God knows that I come with these seeds that grow. Inside and out I absorb every single touch, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that knows? Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go! I say I can qualify! Where was I and why was I there? Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt! God knows that I come riding in on a prayer. I absorb every single touch inside and out, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that cares? Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare! I say I can magnify! What did I say and what did I do? Sometimes too quite but always too loud! God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud. Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you. But why should I? Why should I be the only one in the crowd? Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how. I say I can intensify! Do I want to or do you need me to? Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don't care. God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue. I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare. But why should I? Why should I be the only one with this view? Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you! I say, "I SANCTIFY"! ®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
Silence has spoken From the roaring of the tides God is a river
The silent bell rings in the night, Calling the devils to kneel to the light, What once was, becomes no more, As the light breaks through the open door. What you think and what you feel, What you saw and thought was real, Is now only dust on the road, The desolate remains of your ancient abode. The new light is rising on the hill, The new song is singing down in the well, The new souls are dreaming of your face, The new hearts are beating at you pace. The old ideas and reasons you gave, Are buried in the tomb and in the grave, The rotting bone and flesh are gone, In the morning dew, in the morning sun. The light shines through the open door, Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor, The ancient laws of reason and might, Crumble to dust in the morning light. What once was real and certain as rock, Is now the dream the baby forgot, The new light coming to wake you my love, The silent lamb and the flying dove. more of my poems at : http://labyrinthoflies.com
. The wind blows, The night melody flows, We dance away under the full moon, Our hands clinging together creating a tune, The melody of two falling in love so soon, I The rhythm of a great bliss to me, Our first kiss so lovely, Night melody Anthony Scandrick II NIGHT MELODY---TROIS-par-HUIT 08/24/2012
Close your eyes and dream with me the way things are suppose to be the Love inside will set us free. Close your eyes and dream with me the way things are suppose to be the burdens we carry lets share today Lets do things in our Lords way. Close your eyes and dream with me lets walk in the way He made us to be. Close your eyes and hear His voice things are crazy in this world of pain close your eyes and let Him lead also help me see His truth in me. My life bounces back and forth close your eyes and dream with me on how things are suppose to be. Help us Lord to live free in your way,please reveal Your heart to me. Close your eyes and dream with me Take my hand and walk with me to the ends of the earth show our true worth His love in us, this is the way its suppose to be. Close your eyes and dream with me. Written by:©Betty Bolden
My Children Say you know me, I'm here with all People, I am the breeze, I am the light. I am the sea, I am the life, I am the beginning and the end, I know your pains, I know your sorrows, I know your joy I know your happiness, I am everywhere, Although you can't see or touch me, Although you don't realize it, Because I am part of all People everywhere, If you want me in your heart, I'm knocking at your door ask me in, For all People I am here. Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS Copyright 2013 http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
The darkness of light impossible to see the pain and the lies always damaging you reach and get burned not understanding this is my disease nature of the beast Suddenly my light is taken away my darkness was revealed taking me as slave when all I ever wanted was for someone to say please stop, for me or enter an early grave Now face to face with all of my demons how can I fight them if I don't want to beat them until the reason arrives, then I shine a little at first but that small thing, is mine The den of ten thieves come up with a plan a whole set of new lies that every single man cannot resist believing it's seeming to be that a horrific ending is just what I need Then all of the sudden my small shine swallows time and with that virtue my face comes to life I would never hurt you please, know this to be yet no one believes me this curse grows like a tree I hate my helpless fate why can't I make a new life for me that no one can take why can't I escape a prison not for me for years I accept this tired sense of defeat The small shine barely intact, inside until Saint Anger starts to burn me, alive I find I'm set off by my wrong, senseless self until I am talking to no one, in Hell So I pick up my pen power to create a new world for me where I design my escape in my invisible state the Devil don't notice that one of his children is no longer hopeless I stop all my madness by power of pen for years my sword drew nothing but sin the yin and the yang both helped me to find that I'm no longer afflicted when darkness lights my bright shine.
he drank from my cup, my cup of affliction he drank from my cup, my cup of suffering he drank from my cup, my cup of death he drank from my cup, my cup of sin he was made sin but known not it's path he drank from my cup he drank from my cup, the cup of curses filled to the brim he drank from my cup, the cup of affliction prepared in sin sprinkled with condemnation sweetened with bitterness spiced with evil all mixed to the brim he took it and drank from it, leaving me nothing of my deserve he drank from my cup and left non for me he drank the shame he drank the death he drank the curse he drank the affliction he drank the torment he emptied my cup he drank from my cup and cried out father if it is possible take this cup away from me, yet not my wil lbe done he drank from my cup he drank from my cup and cried out father why have you forsaken me he drank from my cup HE IS JESUS CHRIST THE SON OF THE LIVING GOD
the Word within the water of souls Washing the cold shallow bowl The seed of self fell to the ground Oh mighty waters that drown The harden husk of a heart cracked Revision the priceless abstract On past the introspective death To sprout new life perspective's breath Of darks and lights of wrongs and rights Leaving the dark night embracing the bright By peaceful still waters a reflection It began with a drop this pool's conception Flowing into a world it's self can not contain The immeasurable love of the Lord's rain -Rhymed verse
Having spent much of my entire life it seems somehow cluttering a shadows Walls with window box residue: inside these rooms considering now the hands of time's Potter and I but this clay while closing gently these doors; lowering her windows drawing light's Shades another moment amid a life's journey while traveling far beyond, chances place ? Once more consolation's road winding unto it's summit in hope's, extended range; this sphere Above serendipity's perceptions reflections penetrating, of beautiful bright, reasons.... Subduing dust to be placed in a canister be understanding's soils what purpose: promises Gathering about, stain covered palms ? Tilling this mixture of me shall we see these, renovatives Dreams such jewels their visions sprinkled atop petals as brushed aside, the partition's dividing calls Meek pastel clarities gentle lines; passing through another corridor inside; cluttered walls a shadow's reprise Reminding myself yet again as we close time's door lowering diablo's blinds ? These eyes gliding past Her balustrade unto Beauty's newly carpeted landing renovation's you and me: silent serenity gazing humbly Slowly aross a reasons treasures; thought condemned but never, within: Love's revelations His resurrecting, hands.
I was once kissed by the sun Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free like growth in my womb kissing the moon Capturing my true essence unmasked, plain, pure Naked in love my insecurities gave birth to my esteem But then I became free from the taunting and ridicule of socieity's template of me by adopting a new personality One that reflects the real me I like poetry I like to sing I understand my spiritual need I like love I like the breeze I like rhythm and passion and long lasting nights of random acts of sensual moments that awaken parts of me previously repressed The love I feel is so unrest I was once kissed by the sun It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become spoken words leaving footprints on the ink in my pen Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin Unspoken words just thrown away Never spoken, or written again Awakened by the sun all drenched in it's heat Praising it's soure of power and embracing humility Giving what I have to give Learned to let go it's easier to forgive We strive for riches but lest we forget the richness of the sun Each day be thankful for his son
Explosions in the sky a fire in my mind starting out a broken spirit until returned, my wings, I fly and I find that I have no place to go when the desire has came and went and there is no secrets left to know I shall be the greatest teacher exponentially now I grow who wants to be my friend? I only accept good people for I have spent too much time observing dark and evil now I seek the light as I remember how to fly off I'll go to see the world with my soul mate, her and I I have not met her yet but I will know her when I see her by the feeling and the healing as if she could be the teacher and my heart is pounding celebrating life until I die when my friend, this world may end by explosions in the sky. -For Sandra
Well, then hit me with your best shot ? Truth is we're just a breath away from this Your gray grim day, part two: summon the kings Tis urgent hurry please bring me my ancient armour That their pagans can pray as consecrate an age's final fate Elijah, crossing time beckoning fire and flames paving, Love's day.... Stand tall go proud, Freddie Kruger: You see all this glory it's, kingdoms: Remember, ....Dreamscape's, nighttide nightmare.
'We' you and i drink not from same water, But in ablutions We prepared in spring For a beautiful day Have you ever had a dream Tell me, if yes In whispering- hold my head I know soon, they will get jealous Ibasepe- is not in our dictionary Ti nba ti mo, we speak not, Let the love flows Osun- so ngbo.
The shadows over take my mind at times but your love stands so true for me it takes care of the pain I feel but when the shadows call it seems so loud when your soft whisper is covered by clouds Why so faint is Thy voice for me did I fall to hard inside this hole Do the clouds stand so close for a reason let me out of this season of darkness let me hold Thy hand inside mine keep me warm and fill my heart I love the way you touch my face when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace Your truth is all I need to live a true life for all to see your hand and love guiding me But I can't walk this road alone I need to hear your voice inside I need your touch so very much I see the pain and feel it to I need your love to lift the blue's Take me now and use my life Help me Lord, to escape the strife. Written By:©Betty Bolden
god has loved all of us and will let his little children come in I ask JESUS in to my heart back on May 26, 2012 I was saved in May and baptized in September of 2012 at calvary church I got in engaged in 2012 right before I was baptized to a great man that will die for me I have been with him for 7 months now And we are going to get married after job corps Good luck all
Nineteen seventy nine and we don't even care ? As restless as we are yet, tis so easy to get caught up Within orphan Joey's perpetual season in woes this rainbow Skidrow coloured their flesh but don't you know; smit the bit this lingo pit Hanging on a tit suckled through a slit rin tin sin and his brother gin shoving grenades In their blue blank daze sunless gaze abysmal cage crack'pot sage fortune teller rage feed the beast Bowing to statues reaching for gold serving their belly this hate that they hold: king copula's gab'fest gabbling.... Crossing continents spheres as realms tis hard not to feel the pain you instill your evil ways darkened haze their babies.
After the storm life seems fresh our Lord took us out of that mess After the storm the sun shines through Our Lord made us brand new After the storm we walk in His light things seem so bright After the storm people know His love has touched us His love is new After the storm we look at the sky We praise Him for all He does He keeps us in line After the storm life is nice He is the one whom gives us advice! Written by:©Betty Bolden 8-11-04
It's not a cult: It's a Savior saving my life. It's a Savior saving your life. It's our Savior saving our lives. It's not too late. It's never too late!
Sitting inside their cage here at pelican bay another life Thrown away
Extremely Passionate: Definitely She Would Seem Within A Faraway Glimpse Be It Vague At Best, Unto Most; That You Yourself Have Captured The Maddening Colours Of A Heart's Entangled To Be Here's, Inferno World....Think It Not Strange ~ KLove
Frozen eyes gazing towards her sky Green body bags their establishment's Contribution to this darker shade in gray You as yours thought she was an endless day ? That wicked's evil generation could somehow someway Perpetually carry on these blood dreanched banners swaying While taunting till time's what but, I have beheld your best shot yes Apocalyptic passages a glimpse this omen the beginning theirs and think not Love shall fail to crash then burn his piper's fortified walls: no galaxy high enough Nor cavern aneath her sea your bunker deep enough; for disarray's kings of nothing nay Except, this rusting clock spelling tears the end in sin twas yours: My Spirit, rushing tides His mountain.
Ten thousand chains their bayonets piercing one's flesh; embedded Spirit's these devilish hooks bereaved it's mastery ? Gomorrah, enchanted Of baroque embellished your melodies a millstone, pulling hearts down his barracuda Come out of Babylon, my child: Goliath, her guilotine and all creation groans their, calvary.... Keen jaeger's armament God'speed extracting thorns entangled time; tis what she's like, entombed.
I thank you, Lord, over and over again, for the love within the story never comes to an end, the now that shows light like never before, the eyes contentment for what you now have in store, the building trust fund you allowed me to see, saved up for years within the heart of me, I cannot believe my own eyes, none of it, father, was any of mine, but yet..a drop in the bucket of many tears, until a puddle formed in order to see clear, looking down at a reflection as the sun dried it away, i can trust i won't be stepping into any puddles today,
Babylon the great has fallen has fallen.... Woe, unto them that call evil good, and good evil That place darkness for light, and light, for darkness Which put bitter as for sweet and sweet for bitter woe Unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in Their own sight ? Woe unto them that are mighty to drink wine And men of strength to mingle strong drink: which justify the wicked For reward and take away the righteousness of the righteous from them ? Therefore as the fire devoureth the stubble, and the flame consumeth the chaff So their root shall be as rottenness, and, their blossom shall go up as dust: Because.... They have cast away the law of, THE LORD OF HOST, and despised the word of, THE HOLY ONE.
Hypocrital as this may seem, amid no way shape or form do we Condone sin and quite aware, of the devestating impact these sorrows May impart upon another's life: dead zone mirrors waging war with themselves Trench coat conspiracy revolving while raping, their childrens minds ? Poetic justice In warped reality his gavel claims; high tide treason her founding fathers time's bench mark Subdivisions, some will sell themselves for small desires and lose their dreams to rats.... Get caught in ticking traps ? Grab that squid with both hands and make a stash as nibbling On your cheese please penthouse patriots appointed seeds; judicial flood gates ominus, of creeds.
Surfing her parks hanging out at the johns Playbook play writes recipricated his southside Invasion rock their dock in red rag love make-up wardrobe ? We knew of a bit it was your solo show and she really likes her numbers Makes the _itch feel somehow secure while their slobbering about someone's Fornication playing songs as cutting lines desperation pegged in tears surfing this goodbye.
Watching dimples three piece proudly strolling past Another judicial gladiator of theirs to mark these times ? Silken bunny butts with pom poms short skirts a brief case Prairie dogs circling his courthouse licking at stains from white.... Cloaks in black robes her pagans silver badge the creature takes it's stand.
Peering back through this blurred lens' scope across time Two grieving widows cast amid despair; eleven children lost Or better stripped, their lives; robbed of a father's love: poignant Cutting at these edges; still frames in black and white ? Two brothers Somewhat young where one had already died time's tides; intriguingly ironic Considering the possibilities could you turn such hands: be as ghost entombed tears Aneath shattered dreams their veil ?
That a little tid bit in truth about, myself This lease piece, you see ? As out of the blue His other half tains flesh, ofttimes makes me laugh With these crazy thoughts; entertaining another dull day Amid his valley of death her Babylon; isn't she, pretty in pink... Anyway, psycho's latest episode took us to Georgetown and Regan Bypassing tinsel town's theatrics tilt, a closer look ? Taboo, it's thought ? Conventional, we are not: love, for every life although shall never part; 'Creation Yet baby's other side this dynamic in reason brought about images his, transcending.... Daemon clutching their crucifix shouting about the throws be, verb lunacy: lubricate me, lubricate, meeee Jovial's boy had me rolling once again; such, hilarious visions from beyound her realms ? Ludicrous, bruntly bowed.
Waking, unto another day; trying to think of anything to say Going through the motions as a beta amid their little fish bowl Swimming in tiny circles empty walls past blurred glass; warped images Distorted reality hoping that whomever will pour a vile of white wine into my mind A cube of ice to chill it's pen alleviate the burn while waiting for some imitation frosted Flakes belly up lying atop their blue as red deep sea pebbles; gazing beyound his daydreams Bubbles bemused muddled voices charmed her mosquito, sipping my intoxication ? H2o, doing time.
The house of a thousand mirrors! Blood, dripping from the corners of my eyes Intently I glare Reaching out within the stillness.... Rippling waters about a face That I can no longer recognize Voices calling out Vague into my ears Is it there or is it here? Melting forest.... Stepping unto the other side Mystical in this pagan's moment I look around Blood, dripping from my fingers Once again, we have arrived.... Silence amid the laughter Growing nearer Suspended as time Further we go Deeper, into the unknown Atop their reflections this surface It's currents; these tilting tides.... Walking amongst the procession In the house of a thousand mirrors Blood dripping from our tongue Is it here or is it there? Time's raging rushing waters Darkened turning skies.... Standing within the silence; the stillness Rippling of colours in carnal's taunting Rising, amid their crimson waterfalls Now, dripping from this heart In the house of a thousand mirrors The mirrors, of the ever poisoned, mind.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ........................ "Sin!"
Transylvania twilight's, blue blood bridal box.... Nightwing sorcerers gathering at, her ravens dark Pond crimson silhouettes his dagger pleads; of butterfly Witches their ouija board breeds ? Spirits, this material world Craven kings entombed these, conqueror worms: Love's, red rabbits.
Being that a mere man; tis hard for myself to fathom The taking of yet another's innocent life ? Dark this glass Afore one's eyes; where both their wicked as good, coexist Knowing we are not our own but Another's and whom can say.... Mother your wrong his stars formed the earth her sea bear it's night.
******************************************************************** To pour life's words from your chalice into ones soul; thirsting ~ Never be it quenched; living waters, cascading from love's fountain Into these eyes; and let not another's breath, be the vision as of mine.... Carved this knife to slice fervent veins clinging, unto amissful sight; bite The sepulcher of my throat; spewing black sediment into the sky That I may bleed these shadows from my heart; amputating yesterday's Poison amid tomorrow's crimson, tongue.... Drain Love's living waters into my Spirit: that I may not bow at the altar Of sorrows casting away Beauty's treasured gifts: left strewn about forgotten Dust carried into the ambient winds as tears; perdition, now it's conjured home ? No, beyound these gates I shall not be left to rot in hades no matter how far it is.... ******************************************************************** ...."That We May Fall ~ `Dungeons And Dragons`" *
ìŸí Babylon: with your pie high in the sky, death wish ? Living amid this house of cards; snake eyes domino's tilting box.... Cars and if they could see his californication then perhaps there would have Been no need to flood her world ? Full moon madness friday the thirteenth some say.
Imagine: hearing the scraping as nails harsh against, their walls Creche preludes sensing this foreboding; crawling, past these veins ? Sanctum sanctorum and macabre's, man-of-war his abomination peering Stepping-stone hallucinations; intuitive marked it's beast ? Ancient's, six'pence.... Monere, a child's eyes prophetic tides omega: hideous, standing where they ought not.
Realizing the obvious long ago now in regards Unto many circles their politics it takes, a certain Breed to carry out these dirty deeds ? Nay any rank As file shall do for that such lepers hearts: trolling time.
Failure to say that yes, His Beauty, shall thrust it's sickle Into her earth soon there after convulsing their solar stars Angel food cake latter day rains a new manna cannibals await Carnelian this evil dead of ancient tombs these shuttered moons Raging flames, inside hell's pain and carrion, they'll awake ? Artemis.
In the jungle her mighty jungle his lion wakes tonight.. Their silver poses with golden noses a run'way girl design ? Achilles' tendon his dreams are sending an astroid past the sky Jaguar dances her banshee prances post-bellum sends love's flight Erectus spectus and all spectrals; time's mandamus mirage ? Ancestral Quackers these mischief-makers justice takers; karma's, carnelian Amazon.... Ships are sailing gorillas wailing his parrot runs to hide: piranha tides theism's mine.
Man, trying to come into some sort of grips About the cow crap amid it all: this life it's time.... Dip down and take your lashes boy; in globs be sweat Dire regret russian roulette philosophical pet from the intensity ? Doomed was groomed I'll take broom where nailed his cross her child's cost.
"If in the manner of men, I have fought with beast at Ephesus, What advantage is it unto me? If the dead do not rise, let us eat Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we shall die...." ~I Corinthians~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Throughout the vast regions Outside of Dreamendon Atop the parched soils of its land Saturant forces at hand.... The fallen prince abaddon, their leader From a far and distant sphere Gathering soldiers of fortune, we ride Veridicals of truth, our guide.... Veriorums of ancient scrolls Written millineums ago Containing the alpha of all wisdom Upon the cyperus papyus perhaps In search of this destroyer The enemy, of all mankind! Our purpose, our quest To deliver their souls, back From within their evil hands Soldiers of fortune.... Vagabonds we are not For we know our home, and We know "Our King" "The Messiah, 'Jesus Christ!'" And so we ride.... Amid the shadows, of the valleys And beyond the darkest, of the night In pursuit of this empire To consume it, with forevers "Light" Not for one, not for some But for all, for all, all, of "Life" "....Omnium Gatherum...." The light, of the omniscience of "Truth!" Toward the panacea of pandaemonica Beyond the Pandorae Fretum's Celestial asylum.... Vicissitudes vicious vault Of poisonous encroaching realities The realities, of its pervading Twistings of thought...."daimonikos" Apollyons apathecaries Reapers, far, far beyond.... Unto the palladium passages Angelically guarded corridores, leading To the sacrosanctic sapphoric spires Of sapiencies mightily strong towers "Towers"...."Rising"...."Majestical" Amid the paradisiacal paragons of wonder Dreamendons Beauties~ Surrounding their bejeweled fortress walls "The Endless City".... Gates made of single pristine pearls Streets like glass, paved, in pure Transparent gold...."Zion" The Kingdom of The Great "I Am" "Forever"...."Upon 'His' Throne!" The beginning of wisdoms, mercies ...............{ Love }................ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ".......Omnium Gatherum......."
Making they twice damnation's child than themselves ? When.... An evil entity leaves their abode left wondering amid the wilderness Determing time's cost while weighing out another thirty sheckles be irony What's the story morning glory need a little spot to wake up: naked atop her shores Derriere due north his alabaster box's great divide; sand pebble eyes parched lips choking Upon her starfish holding tight a golden statuette and how their west was won ? Champagne tulips Running through fields of mars trekking about another seaside resort sparkling sails banners wavering Blue red carpet rides gathering seven tides washing away flowers which never were in her hair: gray ghost.
Their gold rush collecting slaves as slaying children ? Write it in a note attach to his goat: we'll call father double talk Back beyound her future with a green light glock: cannonball camouflage Founders, of cannibal espionage ? Twenty leagues aneath the sea divulged his silver.... Pear tree here hear riptide's constitution Big Ben's revolution ? Robinson Crusoe's, evolution.
Dotting about land mines eyes half closed Asleep she seems while walking unto this edge.... Repulsion taking hold fey flags his juggernaut: jostling King snakes slithering past these planetoids searching for her lizard queen ? Demimonde's state of this union's address devil-may-care; and that he does dear dusty Acheron your systematic servitude touch'stone's, tour de force: stigmatic ellipses be genetic Your red rum rivers his macabre's subtle genre in another's, covert genocide their general assembly Standard-bearers taking oath they solemnly sware savoir-faire satyr's, satanic satellites: diphtheria's diplomacy love's night.
Having my own Georgetown street; while walking within it's sunrise's Shade somewhat quiet today this Memorial weekend: a slight cool breeze Wisking us away as passing Victorian's once upon a time's houses and etched Deeply amid his concrete the year nineteen sixty-eight: her time of change Attica where There seems no escape sipping upon another glass this dust wispering whirlwinds ? Ushering in life's truth it's image these bars vertical; walls their shadows she screams: crude Hewn caves love's sepulchres; cultured stones chimes the childrens mirrors marble, roses; sleep.... Take rest from such taunting breath these drops as red his sliver sheds: peering eyes her blades reprise.
Obsolescent parasites; gathering as dae's whirlwind swirling about: kyklos... His child's decaying flesh: Insecticide's, repelling incubus bloodlines ? Fa chancre Paris green tremulous their queue; lassa fever scarab's, 'croix de guerre schizein phren.
Troubled by the things we see; this, hodge podge his reality.... Waking up, unto another day is worse enough, just facing myself ? Let alone her world as then these other entities a zest pool of wretched's No one seems to know their way about, time's maze ever revolving chirrup circles Chained a thousand bicentennials penance chirping away while hanging atop purgatory's Beginning of summer's rock star pulsars frigid puppeteer festival's, pumpkin patch vines in his Macabre's deuce de facto debutantes be her living dead's, distorted divas dress parades ? Pygmalions.
Back where it all started this life There were a lot of bright colours Deciding to take our time upon this Poe; to do a Michelangelo: jasper's muse As I'm going a bit too fast ? We'll turn it into a love fest.... Breaking away from vertigoville; mania valley's terse twister, thrills.
No one need tell this child a gentle slight breeze Could wisp his tiny little life, away; fleshly speaking Ten million others could crush an old man's body such As mine there are no illusions to this truth along with regrets Fact that we have slept amid the bed of sin; shameful I have lived Known, all too well another's pain these chains their scars... Still there is no claim nor desire, to sift through this maze if and or why Philastotel speaks in lines of crumbling crackers; black masque skeletal bones White robes his missile toes; ironic, it's poisonous renditions apocalyptic hypocrisy ? Antiquity's amnesia hith'erto her mercenary monstrous nymph metamorphosis your, baby boo.
O' faith, Do you reside in tattered pages? Do you dwell in wretched thoughts? A pervading pillar to lean our hearts Vanishing when engaged eyes turn Obliterated by laughs and gambol A ghost under blankets of distraction Carried by the winds fickle temper Storing you in the nooks of bleakness Rising when pain demands answers A friend of solace for lonely souls Hope for roots stricken by privation End to the voyage of tired seekers Pillow to rest their dubiety in peace O' faith, exercising your confidence Is testing when bitter reality bites The graves magnitude loom over us Taking a blinded leap seems foolish Knowing one day I'll wash upon shore O' faith, diversions shall triumph Until you have become time's fool Only then we find fruits bore or woes Until then my idle condition wanders As your essence dawns in each breath.


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The Foreclosure Balancing Act
Foreclosed homes make up 25 percent of all home sales today, and the nation's supply of foreclosed properties is likely to remain high in the months ahead given the current pace of the economic recovery. This inventory needs to move through the system before we can begin to see a sustainable housing recovery.
But now, four years into the housing crisis, the foreclosure process is being called into question in Florida and a number of other states. Recent reports of faulty documentation and "robo-signing" – where employees allegedly signed affidavits without properly reviewing them – have raised serious concerns about the integrity of the foreclosure process.
Why are these paperwork issues happening now? The unprecedented volume of foreclosures has clearly placed a tremendous burden on servicers and foreclosure counsel. However, at Freddie Mac, we require our servicers and designated foreclosure counsel to follow our guidelines and manage the foreclosure process in a legal, ethical, and efficient manner.
To preserve public confidence, Freddie Mac instructed our nearly 2,000 servicers to review their practices and procedures and ensure they meet all our guidelines and applicable laws. When we learned of documentation concerns at the Law Offices of David J. Stern, an outside law firm that specializes in foreclosures, we took swift action by suspending it from working on Freddie Mac loans until we completed our own investigation. Last week, we terminated our relationship with the firm and retrieved our loan files so we can transfer them to other counsel.
As the nation's second largest funder of home loans, Freddie Mac has a lot at stake here. Obviously, we expect borrowers to pay their monthly mortgage on time. But if they're facing financial hardship, we'll do everything we can – from forbearance to loan modifications – to try and keep them in their homes. In fact, since 2009 we have helped nearly 370,000 families avoid foreclosure.
We do this because foreclosures can be devastating for neighborhoods as well as families, and costly for our company. Only as a last resort will we initiate foreclosure to minimize financial risk to the taxpayers and try to recoup some of the costs we've already extended.
As an industry, we must move aggressively to fix what is broken in the foreclosure process. We must safeguard borrowers' rights by ensuring that servicers follow the law and avoid shortcuts. But we should not prevent legitimate foreclosures from going forward across the board, because the underlying rationale for foreclosing – a borrower falling irreparably behind on mortgage payments – is unlikely to change even when documentation problems are resolved.
Meeting this challenge requires a delicate balancing act by the industry. It's essential that servicers with process problems take a step back and get this right. Only then will the public regain confidence in the integrity of the foreclosure process. And only then can we take the major strides we need toward a true housing recovery.
*Bruce M. Witherell resigned from his position as Chief Operating Officer on February 9, 2011.
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Article brought to you by: Catholic Online (www.catholic.org)Catholic Athletes for Christ and Christina Wirth: Growing in Faith Through Basketball
By James Penrice
February 19th, 2012 Catholic Athletes for Christ (www.catholicathletesforchrist.com/) \"At the end of the day, basketball is just a game. I always need to remember that my faith is more important than anything I will ever do on a basketball court. When I find myself devoting more time, thought, and energy to my sport that I devote to cultivating my relationship with God, I need to take a step back and get my priorities straightened out.\" GRAND RAPIDS, MI--Christina Wirth lives the dream of every girl who loves basketball. She has been the Most Valuable Player of an NCAA major conference tournament, a WNBA second-round draft pick, and a leading scorer for a first-place European team. But Christina loves something much greater than basketball, and the sport has given her a platform to share that love with others. \"At the end of the day, basketball is just a game,\" she told Catholic Online. \"I always need to remember that my faith is more important than anything I will ever do on a basketball court. When I find myself devoting more time, thought, and energy to my sport that I devote to cultivating my relationship with God, I need to take a step back and get my priorities straightened out.\" As a member of Catholic Athletes for Christ, Christina helps others recognize these priorities as well. Christina\'s basketball resume is impressive. After four years at Vanderbilt University--where she averaged almost twelve points a game--she was selected in the second round of the 2009 WNBA draft by the Indiana Fever, where she played in the WNBA Finals. From there Christina seized the opportunity to play in Europe; she is currently with Alges in Portugal\'s Liga Feminina, where she is a leading scorer. Throughout her career, Christina\'s Catholic faith has grown in tandem with her basketball skills. \"Playing basketball has been a tremendous tool for growth in my faith life,\" she said. \"There have been many times in my career in which I just didn\'t feel like working out or putting in that extra effort, but in order to be successful in sports, you often have to do things that don\'t feel good at the moment, but you know that those things will be worth it in the long run.\" Christina has connected that lesson to her faith. \"There are times when my prayer life seems dry or when I\'m struggling against temptation,\" she said. \"The easy thing then is to give in to that temptation or to just neglect setting aside time for prayer, but I have learned that it is pleasing to God when I struggle against my flesh and do what is right even when it isn\'t easy. God will always grant us sufficient grace to live for Him is we only ask for it.\" Catholic faith and sports have been integral to Christina\'s life literally from the beginning. Her father, Alan Wirth, was a pitcher for the Oakland Athletics and San Francisco Giants. He and his wife Diane (a former Jehovah\'s Witness who converted to Catholicism) made sacrifices to send their six children to Catholic schools. \"For as long as I can remember, my family attended Sunday Mass together,\" said Christina. \"I look back now and I am very thankful for that strong, Catholic foundation.\" That foundation served her well when she enrolled at Vanderbilt University. \"College was the first time in my life where I wasn\'t surrounded primarily by Catholics,\" she said. \"I had great friends from all kinds of different Protestant denominations, and we would often get into discussions about various faith-related topics. I was challenged by many of my Protestant friends to defend Catholic teaching on things such as the Eucharist, Mary\'s perpetual virginity, and Purgatory.\" Christina did not always know how to answer those questions, and it motivated her to learn more about Catholicism. \"I remember thinking I need to know why I believe what I believe,\" she recalled. \"I was not content with simply remaining Catholic because that\'s how I was raised.\" Like an athlete not backing away from a challenge, Christina searched for answers and grew stronger in her faith. \"I absolutely fell in love with the Mass and the Eucharist,\" she said. \"I found rich and compelling answers to all of my questions.\" One of those college teammates who challenged Christina to defend Catholicism was Jennifer Risper, a non-denominational Protestant. \"As I began to learn more about my faith I would start discussions with her about things that she had asked me about,\" said Christina. \"These discussions lasted for almost a year, after which Jennifer converted to Catholicism.\" Jennifer is her best friend, and they are teammates once again in Portugal--this time in faith as well as in basketball. Christina has discovered two role models who continue to influence her: Blessed Mother Teresa and Blessed John Paul II. \"Mother Teresa\'s love for the poor and her servant\'s heart inspire me to find ordinary ways in my daily life to show great love for those around me,\" she said. \"Blessed John Paul II was a courageous leader. I was blessed to be able to attend his beatification in Rome last May, and ever since then, I have been drawn to learning more about his life.\" What she has learned has made a great impact. \"From World Youth Day to the Theology of the Body to the New Evangelization, Blessed John Paul II had such a great gift for spreading the truth of Jesus Christ to a world that is in desperate need of hope,\" said Christina. \"I feel personally challenged by their lives to use every opportunity I have to serve, to love, and to spread truth and hope to those I meet.\" Christina\'s gifts and goals extend beyond the basketball court. She took a leave of absence from Vanderbilt\'s School of Nursing when the opportunity to play professional basketball arose. A call to minister to both the corporal and spiritual needs of God\'s people seems evident, and Christina is ready to give her whole heart to whatever path God places in front of her. This is evident in her advice to young Catholic athletes. \"Stay close to the sacraments,\" she counsels, \"because there is no greater source of grace and strength. Always train and compete hard in order to win in your sport, but more importantly, ask God for the grace to grow spiritually so that you may spend eternity with Him.\" _____ James Penrice is a contributor to Catholic Online, and a correspondent for Catholic Athletes for Christ. Article brought to you by: Catholic Online (www.catholic.org) |


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Happy Birthday, Yolanthe!
#HBDThe Spanish-Dutch actress and TV host turns twenty-nine today.
We'd like to wish a happy birthday to our very own Yolanthe, who turns 29 today.
The Spanish-Dutch actress and TV presenter has been quite busy lately, on shoots for both Talkies Magazine and Cosmopolitan, so we're sure she's looking forward to relaxing with husband Wesley Sneijder on this special day. It seems he's excited too, as seen in this birthday tribute he posted this morning.
And the Ibiza-born beauty herself.
We bet the couple will be up to their usual warm weather antics—the "Pain & Gain" star recently posted a photo of herself on the beach, captioned, "La Isla Bonita #Ibiza." In the days leading to her birthday, Yolanthe also shared this awesome family shot and this great picture of her skateboarding with her two BFFs in California.
Happy Birthday, Yolanthe! We hope it's the best one yet.
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