Neruda is a little depressing with some of his poetry. I have gotten so cold in my attitude towards my WW that the poems are helpful in drawing out some emotions. I am a guy after all. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />




Wow, never had my dream and desire to be Superman analyzed. Yes, peace, justice and the American way!

Alas, I am afraid that I am pretty shallow. I just want to have x-ray vision, to be able to fly and have bullets bounce off me like wet macaroni.

I bet it's difficult to take care of two little girls. Maybe G was expecting you tell her -Yes please come we can't make it without you.

Did you tell her you were upset about her OM comment?

Other times you have mentioned DD1 cries and upset times. Have you consider taking her to therapy?

I hope any of comments are disrespectuful to you.

I think you are coping very well under the circumstances.

Pio, now that G may read this thread, what do you think about taking out the links. Too much information, too many people involved...

I wish all the best.

If you truly were shallow then the A would be hurtful to your pride more than anything else...I don't get that from your posts!

I meant shallow only with regard to my ambition to become Superman.

Ah ha...supershallow...I'm right there with you...wishing I had some ESP, impenatrable emotional armor and the ability to leap small/large problems in a single bound...Da,Ta, Da, Da, Da, Ta, Da, Da

I don't exactly understand why, but when I read this portion of your post, the following lyrics sprang to mind.


A winters day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

Everything has gone quiet again. Gives me time to post poetry. Below is my favorite poem. It is short but packs a whallop. It has tremendous linkage and cohesion and demonstrates an outstanding word economy. As a wordy person, word economy always impresses me.

This poem could easily serve as a message to my WW as well.


When You Are Old and Gray

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.


William Butler Yeats

Wow...a S&G fan as well! Good lyrics...pertain more to my H's persona...opposites attract so as you may guess I am an open book, emotional and touchy feely...hard to avoid pain when you are built that way. I have a good handle on controlling these characteristics publicly but the real me gets squashed trying to avoid the pain...I need to learn to embrace it and grow from it...I should be a giant by now!

The place has gone quiet again so time for either a poem or song lyrics.

How about Neil Young?

My life is changing in so many ways
I don't know who to trust anymore
Theres a shadow running thru my days
Like a beggar going from door to door.

I was thinking that maybe I'd get a maid
Find a place nearby for her to stay.
Just someone to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.

A maid. a man needs a maid.
A maid.

It's hard to make that change
When life and love turns strange.
And old.

To give a love, you gotta live a love.
To live a love, you gotta be part of
When will I see you again?

A while ago somewhere I don't know when
I was watching a movie with a friend.
I fell in love with the actress.
She was playing a part that I could understand.

A maid. a man needs a maid.
A maid.

When will I see you again?

Hi Todd!

Hey Luna. how are you?

My current favorite song Andrea Bocelli:

Look outside: its morning
This is a day you'll remember
Hurry, get up and go
There are those who believe in you
Don't give up

Once in every life
There comes a time
We walk out all alone
And into the light
The moment won’t last but then,
We remember it again
When we close our eyes.

Like stars across the sky
And in order to shine
You will have to win
We were born to shine
All of us here because we believe

Look ahead and never turn your back
On the caress of your dreams,
Your hopes and then,
Turn towards the day that will be
There is a finish line there.

Like stars across the sky
And in order to shine
You will have to win
Like stars across the sky

Don't give up
Someone is with you

Like stars across the sky
We were born to shine
And in order to shine
You will have to win
And then, you will win!

From the original version
BECAUSE WE BELIEVE
Andrea Bocelli / Amy Foster Gillies /
David Foster

Guarda fuori e’gia’mattina
Questo e’un giorno che ricorderai
Alzati in fretta e vai
C’è chi crede in te
Non ti arrendere

Once in every life
There comes a time
We walk out all alone
And into the light
The moment won’t last but then,
We remember it again
When we close our eyes.

Like stars across the sky
E per avvincere
Tu dovrai vincere
We were born to shine
All of us here because we believe

Guarda avanti e non voltarti mai
Accarezza con i sogni tuoi
Le tue speranze e poi
Verso il giorno che verrà
C’è un traguardo là

Like stars across the sky
E per avvincere
Tu dovrai vincere
Like stars across the sky

Non arrenderti
Qualcuno è con te

Like stars across the sky
We were born to shine
E per avvincere
Dovrai vincere
E allora vincerai

Great song 2much.

How is the accident recovery process going?

Thanks for inquiring...kids doing well except nightmares...getting them into family counseling next week...I am almost good as new...starting back to running tomorrow so I'll let you know how that goes...discomfort now not really pain.

How bout you superman? Maybe the radiation is like a superhero antidote...maybe you will gain some exta powers...I wouldn't go flying off of any porches yet though <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

I called my best friend earlier tongiht and shared with him how tired I am of trying to fly off a porch and landing on my head.

His concern was immediate: you're not giving up on becoming Superman are you? He knows of my quest.

No, I assured him but I have a new idea. Perhaps the porches are just not high enough. Maybe I have isolated a problem that heretofore didn't comprehend.

So, best friend, here is my new idea. I plan to go to the mountains north of here, find a high ridge with say, a minimum 2,000 ft. drop. I think that will do it.

He didn't think it was such a great idea. He advised me to stick with porches. He usually gives good advice so I will listen to him.

Still, I cannot help but wonder at the possibilities....

Anybody here?

I am.

Todd, I told you before, try the roof first and see how that works out.

I did laugh about your wish for x-ray vision. Someone (can't remember who) had all sorts of lofty ideas why you'd want x-ray vision and you want it for "shallow" reasons.

Very funny.

BTW, LOVE S&G

And Neil Young and Yeats

Shallow is a double entendre. I think that is something like a metaphor but can't be certain.