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I don't think AreBor is Cyn - just someone who wasn't here before when all the craziness was rampant. Hey Cyn If the "nastiness" stops can the condescending attitude stop as well? It's a real turn off and does not help your case at all.

Please keep adding the creative, lovely writings that I always enjoy reading here. This has been a wonderful thread, ever since its creation (by Paul Cronin) and I find it to be such a nice place to "relax" and read -- especially when the writings are from our very own familunies I'd write a little diddy here if I could think of one, but unfortunately, my day is over and I'm ready for sleep . . . g'nite lunies

I like your writing Pat, please keep it up - and never worry about a story being too long, most time I think they are not long enough Did you like the pic of Mae West? (wax figure that is)

"Hey Cyn If the "nastiness" stops can the condescending attitude stop as well?" I'd rather be condescending than downright nasty and rude as some people are

"It's a real turn off and does not help your case at all" my case? am I on trial? ever actually read the words other people post? what about their case?

Yes actually I do read them and I read yours as well. You sure like to call everyone children - can you ever acknowledge anything that you do? And don't forget the persecution complex and paranoia, yet another turn off. Actually who am I kidding, of course you can't. Never mind, I'm back to ignore.

You are very judgmental Jen, and it never occurs to you, that you might be wrong it your flat out judgment of another person - yet you never seem to be aware of your own self and who and what you are.

First Stone by Sean Mcconnell Could you spare me please If only just one day Let me off my knees 'Cos underneath these clothes I have a heart that beats I'm not just flesh and bone But go on, take me lower if you're able Kick me while I'm already down While you sweep your dirt underneath the table You know I'm not the only sinner in this town So go on, throw the first stone Come on, get the last word 'Cos it won't be the first time I've been on my own 'Cos if you think you're perfect If you've never been blessed If you've never felt alone Go on, throw the first stone Tell me what it takes For me to make you see That you made your own mistakes Is this your way to work through The fact that you're a lot like me And I'm a lot like you Go on, take me lower if you're able Kick me while I'm already down While you sweep your dirt underneath the table You know I'm not the only sinner in this town So go on, throw the first stone Come on, get the last word 'Cos it won't be the first time I've been on my own 'Cos if you think you're perfect If you've never been blessed If you've never felt alone Then go on, throw the first stone And I guess you won't be happy till I bleed And I guess somehow that gives you what you need Is there no one else that you can patronise Maybe someone your own size So go on, throw the first stone Come on, get the last word 'Cos it won't be the first time I've been on my own And if you think you're perfect If you've never been blessed If you've never felt so alone Then go on, throw the first stone

It's only words, but words have power. Dear Visitor, Your prayer is now in Jerusalem. Provided it is not found to contain objectionable material, it will shortly be placed in the Wall. May the Almighty answer your request. Sincerely, Rabbi Kalman Packouz

Just in case any of you (and you know who you are) think that my prayer placed in the Western Wall in Jerusalem had anything to do with you, it did not. I just used it as an example of how power "words" can be - and words can be very powerful, especially when they fall from the sky and hit the ground running. So, try not to dwell on the negative and concentrate on the positive, I know dear ones, it's like talking to a brick wall - one day a little ray of light will shine through, and you small core of negative nellies will see the light - one day, but not soon I fear, not nearly soon enough

"negative nellie"... love that one. Cyn - did you or did you not post that Darcy "claims" to have been in the military? Yes or No? Did you post that Darcy will probably claim your military stories as hers? Yes or No? Have you since deleted those posts from the Wolf's Den? Yes or No? It's really just a matter of telling the truth.

A couple of pages ago, Paul suggested that this thread be stopped.

it's an open thread - maybe start a new one - where we stick to songs, poems and stories and nothing else

I have just wrote some words for this thread but they just vanished, anyway i have been here before and like this thread then, but the way it is now is mind bending

I could also be George W Bush with half a brain cell? But if you think of the probability, your maths would be right,

Wow! I've been "moonless" for a few days, but finally have been debugged by Rich, the wonderful webmaster. (Thanks, Rich!) I sorta read the past few posts and all I'd like to say (not that it matters much to anyone here) is this: Paul Cronin created this thread a very long time ago (hence, the 140+ pages). It has always been a very nice thread, with so much creativity here -- our very own familunies are one wonderfully talented bunch of people! Whenever I was in the "neighborhood" I'd usually stop in to read. I don't contribute to the thread because unforunately any poems that I write are usually very dark and depressing (because that's the only time I'm inspired to write poetry -- and fortunately, for me, those very dark days have long been gone for me -- teens and twenties saw me writing some really nice sad poems ). However, I really enjoy reading here. Unfortunately whenever a thread goes off its track, it is difficult to get it back to where it once belonged. But, it can return to the thread it once was -- all it takes is a bit of effort on one's part to refrain from having conversations, dialogues, etc. within the thread itself (very much like I'm doing right here! -- but this is my point). So, when I read Paul's request to stop this thread, I totally understood his meaning -- he must be really sad to watch something he helped create and continue go sprialing right down the toilet. Paul didn't want this thread to stop any more than any one of us -- not the thread that it's supposed to be, anyway. He wants the sideline comments to stop and in all fairness, many of us have tried to pick up and carry on. But it just ain't happenin' now, is it? I know I shouldn't have even added my own words here, but I cannot help to feel really sad to lose such an awesome thread. I hope we can continue this thread . . . with creative writing only (my current post excluded, please!).

I will pledge to keep the sideline comments to zero, no matter what anyone else says to me. I will not reply even when my creative efforts are misinterpreted. Give peace a change - here are some creative words, not my own: Path Of Peace By Paul Mc Cann Peace is an easy path to tread Peace is where our fears are mislaid Peace is beginning to restore Peace for each man, woman and child Peace for the troubled streets gone wild Peace is for the old and the young Peace in the end will overcome Peace builds trust into a lifestyle Peace is a friendly open hand Peace is a place to understand Peace in the end will overcome Peace is for the old and the young Peace is a legacy to leave Peace is when we don't have to grieve Peace is and end to all the hate Peace is why we negotiate Peace for all the victims of war

er give peace a chance I mean

Stagnation Here today the red sky tells its tale But the only listening eyes are mine There is peace amongst the hills And the night will cover all my pride Blessed are they who smile from bodies free Seems to me like any other crowd Who are waiting to be saved Wait, there still is time for washing in the pool Wash away the past Moon, my long lost friend is smiling from above Smiling at my tears Come, we'll walk the path that takes us to my home Keep outside the night The ice-cold knive has come to decorate the dead Somehow And each will find a home And there will still be time for love in my friend - you are there - And will I wait forever behind the silent mirror And fish for bitter minnows Amongst the weeds and slimy waters I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, said I wanna sit down I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, said I wanna sit down I want a drink, I want a drink To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat I want a drink, I want a drink To wash out the filth that is deep in my guts I want a drink Then let us drink Then let us smile Then let us go Genesis (Trespass)