If only I thought of it earlier, now I would look like a copycat.

Now How can I top this one?



G

Nice work, It would be nice to see you on the street someday.



G

I loved your poem Poet, it is true we will be remembered in the archives as a group of misfits and vagabonds who helped each other in times of need. Like many, times have changed and I don't frequent here much but I do love all of those here, all of you have inspired me to be who I am and to find the Love of my Life.





G

Quietly I sit in the back alone,
Soul opened to be atoned.
Quietly I sit in the back with a friend,
Hears embraced ears to lend.

Quietly I read a poem,
Soul despairs to roam.
Quietly I see the pain,
Washing away in the rain.

Quietly I know the feeling,
Cut to the bone I was reeling.
Quietly again I did swear,
Never unless they can share.

Quietly waiting for her,
Waiting in agony to concur.
Quietly I saw from her smile,
A dream not seen in a while.

Quietly I knew what to say,
God I fear of the day.
Quietly I felt what she said,
Knowing my dreams were not dead.

Quietly I saw them again,
Dreams of life with a friend.
Quietly I read of a poem,
Written by friends to atone.

Quietly I read of the call,
Writing these words on the wall.
Quietly an ear I did lend,
Hearing these words from a friend.

Quietly I felt all his pain,
Wash away fear in the rain.
Quietly see who she will be,
Hold to your faith and you’ll see.

Dreams of the past will come forth,
Dreams of a life in the north
Dreams for my friends I will lend,
Dreams for those who attend.


Dreams are for those who believe,
Dreams will not ever deceive.
Dreams will guide you in life,
Dreams have given no strife.

Quietly dream of a way,
Quietly dream that you stay,
Quietly dream of a friend,
Quietly dream till the end.

Quietly dream of a day,
Quietly dream of a way.
Quietly dream with me,
Quietly dream and you’ll see.

Quietly dream with your eyes,
Quietly dream of the sighs.
Quietly dream of your life
Quietly dream of no strife.

Quietly dream all you need,
Never again will I bleed.
Quietly dream with me now,
I will dream of the how

Dream of a life with a heart
Dreamers will never depart.
Dream with me now as my friend,
Dreamers of life till the end.

such a beautiful night, anyone for some tea?

G

You know the answer to your own question. I put up a recipe for wild fish in recipes too. TTYL



G

Per someones request a recipe for cooking fish in the wild.

1 fish
1 stick
1 green minty plant over there
1 bulb from the hill over there (makes your eyes water)
1 yellow round thing from that tree there
1 green clover shaped plant over by the river
some sweet stuff from that buzzing tree

Put stick into fishies mouth, rub fish with green stuff, the bulb and sweet stuff, place over fire. (Ask yogi for help on this part he will show you which tourists to scare off) turn over till it looks yummy, squeeze yellow thing over it and eat it. This will please even the palate of the pickiest grizzly bears.

If you like you can get some of those things in the dark by the tree (Little crowns where you do your business)and mix those with the bulbs also then put them on top of the fishy for garnish, they are real tasty.

Enjoy my Bearific friend.



G

8:16 est when I post this, hope you get the bugs out.



G

Oh you big bear, I got my nose caught in a bramble bush the other day and I couldn't smell a thing till this morn. This new countryside is filled with many strange things I am not used to seeing. You should see me shedding everywhere the heat is muggy but I'll survive if I can stay by the creek or Crik as some people call it. LOL And to top it all off this 3 hr time change has me all out of wack, hopefully I'll get used to it soon.




G

PS it seems I posted on someone else's profile this last week, thats another thing I have to get used too.

The bear strikes again, Its nice to see you combing the forest for some honey, I saw a tree down by the river with a hole near the trunk, AND there was a buzzing sound.

OOohhh I saw another furry thing down there too, she looked like she needed a friend.



G

Truly a work of art from a work of art, as always its great to come here and see my friends thoughts.

G

Watching now the things foretold,
Found a life is made of gold.
Golden times, golden flowers,
Golden things within my powers.

Powers of the heart you see,
Come from love, given to me.
Lovers share all these desires,
Lovers share passions fires.

Flames of times eons old,
Passions children also told.
Telling stories of a night,
Sharing passions in the light.

Lighting dreams to fill this fire,
Singing songs with his Lyre.
Singing of the ways he sees,
Singing high unto the trees.
Singing now in deftly chorus,
Singing songs that do not bore us.
Singing of the things in life,
Singing songs unto a wife.
Singing of his dreams of old,
Singing of these songs foretold.
Singing high into the night,
Singing low within the light.
Singing for those to hear,
Singing for a friend is clear.

Fires of old within the night,
Dreams of old can see the light.
Lighting now a path he sees,
Filled with love and honeybees.

Honeybees come sing with me,
Sing a song about the tree.
Trees of life are filled with fruit,
Listen as he plays the Lute.

Singing now a different song
Waiting for a single gong.
Ringing for his friends to see,
Life is filled with love and glee.

Powers of old he puts to writing,
Words of life are never fighting.
Fighting never in these dreams,
Passions now fill the screams.

Screams of power never more,
Flowers bloom within the door.
Doors are open as foretold,
Now his life is made of gold.

Can anyone ask for more than friendship?



G

Quietly I reminisce of yesterday, I cool myself in the creek, my feet
becoming cold as the water rushes by. I see a crawdad in the mud as it
slowly makes it’s way through the mud towards the next rock. It seems
to look at me as he backs away, not in fear, but in respect to my size.
At times I back up like the creatures of the stream, backing up and
looking at the beauty that surrounds me.

Many of the trees have been here long before I was born, the rocks
beneath the mud were there before I ever truly knew of this place. The
dreams of greens and the roads I travel are much like this crawdad, he
sees what is before him as I see what is before me. He wonders where he
will find that next stream leading to the journeys end, ever wondering
what will be behind that next rock, or that next bundle of moss glued to
the rocks. He knows it is slippery and care must be taken not to lose
sight of the next point of his journey.

I speak to the animals and can see what they have to offer, guidance of
a sort you might say, I see the travels they endure to cross the streams
of their life, and as I do I see my travels are much the same.
Constantly looking forward, ever knowing to hold on tight, knowing not
to lose sight of the things surrounding me. Looking up and seeing the
clouds roll in, wondering if the mud I stir in this stream looks the
same to this crawdad.

Does he know I will not harm him? Does he know I am just like him in my
own stream of life? Sensing this does he know of his own life like I do
mine?

Slowly the rains come drizzling, cooling off the stale humid air,
filling the air with a coolness I pick my feet up from the stream and
wonder what wonders I will see in my Stream of Life. I am brought back
to reality as the phone rings, it is the love I have long searched for,
does this crawdad feel the rain coming down? I will ask him the next
time our paths cross in the Stream of Life. Will I be the crawdad the
next time we cross paths?

congrats Granny

G

Hey, I was going to catch n release n you wouldn't let me, thats playing
favorites.
Just cause I was goiing to release em into this pan over here shouldn't
make a differencs.



G

I wonder who you wrote this for?



G

Hi Mom, I hate to tell you this but she didn't steal it, she found the
keys and opened up something long ago locked away, their are a few
friends here who helped me in finding these keys. With a little
help(Lots of) from above we now can enjoy what life has to offer.

To my friends who helped me in this journey you will always be
remembered. The smile that gave me a new way of looking at things,
another friend who showed me what a family could be and the love that
has been freely given to me in these last few years by women who knew
more than I, will always have a friend that will never turn his back on
them.

Love is truly what makes the world go round.



G

Wow, I go on a trip and come back to the Mormons are Pagans? That truly
is a new one on me, If history and definition serve me correctly pagans
have a worship stuucture the Idolizes several Gods. How is it that since
the belief structure of the Mormon faith is God the Father, Jesus the
son, and the Holy Ghost, how could this be considered Pagan? There is
only one God, He is the father. Jesus Christ as it is written in the
BIBLE is his Only Begotten Son, And The Holy Spirit, referred to as the
Holy Ghost in some scripture, is the spirit that dwells within us all
that guides us in decision making/aka Pipeline from God/Communication
with God.

.....God was once a man who progressed to
Godhood. Mormons believe we can do the same. Their God has a physical
body of flesh and bone.
There are many gods in heaven. God the Father, Son and Holy Ghost are
supposedly separate gods, united only in purpose.
God is having kids. Surrounded by what must be 1,000 or more wives, God
is having little spirit babies which will inhabit the people born on the
earth.

Come on Ghost you spouted this before and it Still is NOT true. You
continue to spout false information at each post and still I will
continue to tell you the same thing. Some day maybe you will investigate
something before you make statements that can not be Backed up by any
text in the Mormon religion. You seem to have the mormons confused with
the Islamics which tell those men of their religion that if they life a
spiritual life they will have 75 virgins in the afterlife. Is this true
in their teachings? I am not really sure, it could be someones way of
giving false information to show me how ridiculous the Islamic religions
sre. It is quite possible I have been mislead in this teaching of Islam.

For you to say that the Mormons worship multiple Gods shows what type of
information you have gathered, it is misleading, and it is incorrect.

Bear, you say you were moving up the Hierarchy? Lets take a look at your
statement:
PS I was president of the decons, teachers, an Eagle Scout and working
my way up the Mormon hiarcy, so I wasnt watching from the sidelines, I
was involved.....

stay away.

Funny thing about the Deacons and Teachers is as you put it you were
part of the presidency? When a person is given the leadership of these
groups it is not a stepping stone to bigger and better things down the
road. I know many who were in these positions (including myself) and
never thought it was a stepping stone to higher positions in the church,
as a matter of fact it was one of the reasons I do not truly follow this
faith or any other religious affiliations for that much, however to say
they are evil? Seems to me you were chastised or found out what you
really desired in life was not to be called Mormon. I can't fault you
for that, I have been through the ringer in that regards too, but Evil?

As for running a google on the Mormons? Really now, I am sure I could
run a google on just about any relious beliefs and find 1000's of
opinions that call ANY religion evil or they have false information in
regards to it.

Teach Breeding? HHHhhmmm, is that because they believe in NO
CONTRACEPTIVES? OR BECAUSE they believe in healthy relationships with
your Spouse?

The Mormons are not the only religion that teaches fidelity and healthy
relations with your spouse, why don't you google this one, I am sure you
will find all kinds of information clamiing that polygamy is still
practiced and backed by the church, however anyone who knows about this
subject knows this to be false.



G

Life and dreams, is the title