I have a suggestion for a show topic if you dare to get IN YOUR FACE about it sometime...

Why does it seem like every thread turns into sexual inuendos and flirting?

Though it would be a decent topic.

The Gallows of Love
By TelephoneMan
12-16-08


Dark black honeycomb, as if someone had filtered out all of the color of brown and tan
To the taste is bitter-sweet, not the true taste of honey, but the taste of defeat
The taste of loneliness once again, truly the most experience I have is dealing with this
The promise made, the hope brought in, the dream of love so close
But then as if on the Gallows’ pole, the trap door open, hangman’s rope sharp against my neck

The end of goodness, the end of kind feelings, the end of the entire dream
Now only the nightmare of nights to mourn, to grieve the loss of the sweetness of love
To think of her telephone number, because it was engrained in the memory
But then to fight the urge to call, to plead my case one more time, knowing it will not help
I have been sent to the firing squad, the bullets have just entered my chest, and hot coursing lead hits my heart

Now for days I have stared out the window, I cannot move, nor do I even want to
The winter frost is outside on the window pane, and I feel the same bitter cold in my heart
What once was alive and blossoming every day when we talked, has now frozen like the sidewalk outside
But nothing will undo this frost, because my love is gone, she has passed out of my existence and she is no more
Weeping has no use; I am beyond that set of grief, now is only a dull razor’s edge to my unshaven face

One day, two days, for three I mourn my love, but it does not help my grief
I have not went out of my house, have not turned on the TV, have not ventured into cyberspace even once
She is gone, everything I lived for has perished from my life, yet she lives, it was not until death we do part
There is no more communication, no more messages or e-mails, no more talking or messaging
It’s like I was injected with a cyanide solution and now I will slowly die as my pains still increase

I just wanted somebody to like me for who I am, I just wanted an honest touch from someone who cared
But this is my station that I continually find myself alone, and it seems for a lifetime I have mourned
For five decades I have waited, and I am sure for another five I will still be in wait
Never once in these years has true love come to my door, each time it comes, it is dressed as a deception
I fall, my sword catches me in the chest, and it runs me through, piercing my back as it cuts off my heart

Oh lover, where did you go? Where have you run off to and have left me so alone?
But it does no good to talk to my walls, or the clock, or the dog, or the filing cabinet, or the door.
She is gone, never to return. My heart will bleed for days; my eyes will grow shut from grief.
There is no healing; only pain and grief and sorrow until Jesus comes and takes me home.
The only hope is to grasp onto my faith, and pray this worthless life to end long before my time.

The Gallows of Love
By TelephoneMan
12-16-08


Dark black honeycomb, as if someone had filtered out all of the color of brown and tan
To the taste is bitter-sweet, not the true taste of honey, but the taste of defeat
The taste of loneliness once again, truly the most experience I have is dealing with this
The promise made, the hope brought in, the dream of love so close
But then as if on the Gallows’ pole, the trap door open, hangman’s rope sharp against my neck

The end of goodness, the end of kind feelings, the end of the entire dream
Now only the nightmare of nights to mourn, to grieve the loss of the sweetness of love
To think of her telephone number, because it was engrained in the memory
But then to fight the urge to call, to plead my case one more time, knowing it will not help
I have been sent to the firing squad, the bullets have just entered my chest, and hot coursing lead hits my heart

Now for days I have stared out the window, I cannot move, nor do I even want to
The winter frost is outside on the window pane, and I feel the same bitter cold in my heart
What once was alive and blossoming every day when we talked, has now frozen like the sidewalk outside
But nothing will undo this frost, because my love is gone, she has passed out of my existence and she is no more
Weeping has no use; I am beyond that set of grief, now is only a dull razor’s edge to my unshaven face

One day, two days, for three I mourn my love, but it does not help my grief
I have not went out of my house, have not turned on the TV, have not ventured into cyberspace even once
She is gone, everything I lived for has perished from my life, yet she lives, it was not until death we do part
There is no more communication, no more messages or e-mails, no more talking or messaging
It’s like I was injected with a cyanide solution and now I will slowly die as my pains still increase

I just wanted somebody to like me for who I am, I just wanted an honest touch from someone who cared
But this is my station that I continually find myself alone, and it seems for a lifetime I have mourned
For five decades I have waited, and I am sure for another five I will still be in wait
Never once in these years has true love come to my door, each time it comes, it is dressed as a deception
I fall, my sword catches me in the chest, and it runs me through, piercing my back as it cuts off my heart

Oh lover, where did you go? Where have you run off to and have left me so alone?
But it does no good to talk to my walls, or the clock, or the dog, or the filing cabinet, or the door.
She is gone, never to return. My heart will bleed for days; my eyes will grow shut from grief.
There is no healing; only pain and grief and sorrow until Jesus comes and takes me home.
The only hope is to grasp onto my faith, and pray this worthless life to end long before my time.

congrats x's a million...

It's been fun (at times) being in here, but its time to move on to greener pastures.

Heretofore, please take me out of this game, and this "stuff"... I don't need a matchmaking "game" I need reality. I don't need pen pals, I need a good REAL woman (not some Internet fantasy thing).

I'll see you on the threads... maybe... or I'll move on completely if that is what is best for me.

Ya'll keep the faith.

Jimbo has left the building.

Hmmm... just a thought here, bro... are all these "are you...." threads pointed at someone as a weapon?

Maybe you should fess up, ask the mods to remove them and move on....

No thanks, really... my boat only floats one direction....

.... and I don't share, so the idea of her being bisexual ends right there.

I don't need a matchmaking thread, or a matchmaker, all I need is to speak up.

Someone, maybe several women have found me attractive here, and I am posting this for you, ladies.

This man is available.

I'm not looking to flirt. Please take your flirtatious crap to some other thread where they compulsively and endlessly flirt. I have determined I don't like flirts. Being attractive and attracted is one thing... talking about some suggestively lewd junk endlessly with the same old people who just want to play the "attention" game is NOT what I am looking for.

I'm not looking to satisfy some Internet fantasy.

I want the real thing, and I deserve to get it.

I am a damned good man, intelligent, motivated in life toward the goals I have... I have a great creative sense of humor.

Some woman, maybe several women on here have admired me at a distance. Now I want you to gather just a little courage, and message me on here. You don't have to post in here or in this thread. I would rather NOT anybody know my personal life, anyways, so a private message would be better.

Let's start out as friends first, and see what happens.

I'm fed up with being single, and its time to find a good woman who wants one of the world's greatest guys in their life.

I have a lot to offer.



Now match me......

Who could forget....



I have the first two seasons of Kung Fu on DVD...

This show inspired me to start mt own journey down the path of learning Shaolin Kung Fu.... I now have earned several (slightly Americanized) belts in this traditional martial art...

Bruce Lee was supposed to be the star of this TV series..... and they chose David Carradine....













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and in case you have ever wondered if there is a real Shaolin temple, there is...

"The Order of Shaolin Ch'an, founded in 520 C.E. by the Indian monk Tamo, is a branch of Ch'an (Zen) Buddhism dedicated to the study of nature and humanity's place in our world. Through the physical study of martial arts we learn to extinguish our egos, through the study of nature we seek understanding of the unity of all life, and through meditative practices we strive to maximize the potential of each individual."











For a watered-down Wikipedia version of what Shaolin Kung Fu is, click here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shaolin_Monastery

As is always the case with Wikipedia, some of their facts are incorrect, and it is NOT a credible resource for institutional reseacrh, but it is like throwing a dart and getting you in the target somewhere.

Lot's of Shaolin Kung Fu on YouTube these days:
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=shaolin+kung+fu&search_type=&aq=0&oq=shaolin+kung

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There is also a Shaolin temple inside the United States now:
http://www.usashaolintemple.org/




From the grandmaster of the Shaolin Temple, USA:

"Life is beautiful" and "Be honest with yourself and train harder."
-- Shifu Shi Yan Ming, 34th Generation Shaolin Temple Fighting Monk

I have every epidose of The Green Hornet on DVD...








And the Green Hornet's assistant was none other than martial art great Bruce Lee



A true master..... we miss you, Bruce !!!






And of course this was a comic book long before it was a TV show

OMG... my fav of all time....

STAR TREK !!!!

Watch full episodes online here:

http://www.fancast.com/tv/Star-Trek/96413/main?cmpid=ppc|ge|2507059764&9gtype=search&9gkw=star%20trek&9gad=2507059764&s_kwcid=star%20trek|2507059764

I have been a trekkie my entire life...

HAPPY DANCE

HAPPY DANCE

HAPPY DANCE

HAPPY DANCE

HAPPY DANCE

HAPPY DANCE

HAPPY DANCE

HAPPY DANCE

Your timing was perfect and this means the world to me. You've reached into my heart and touched me in only a way you could, because you are giving, and loving, and simply the best.

Love has leaped its banks, and spilled all over me today, and I spill it right back to you. Somewhere in the graduation party festivities, let me stop and give you a great big hugsssssss and thank you for all this.

I love you, too feralcatlady, and I am so touched by all of this. I would say you are awesome, but that word doesn't fully describe... and I think, but it escapes the English language, so they would have to invent some new words just for you...

For you.....



Jim

Well, they bulldozed the clubhouse me and Spanky made... so I didn't have anywhere else to go... and if you can't beat 'em... join 'em..... LOL

Its much better to not hate women, anyways... their so soft and cuddly and do so many wonderful things

(uh-oh, maybe I am a convert...)

HAPPY DANCE

HAPPY DANCE

HAPPY DANCE

HAPPY DANCE

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RIDE 'EM COWBOY..... GIT ALONG LITTLE DUOGGIES...

... HEEEEEE YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU

THANK YOU VERY MUCH !!!