Tag: love
member name: Christopher Cole
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May 27, 2008 10:39 AM EDT --
When I was seventeen I met an incredible person who was to become my mentor and my best friend. His name was Frank and he was the most Christian person I had ever met. Ironically, he had little . . .
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September 18, 2007 11:11 AM EDT --
My guardian angel is small only ten inches tall
With silky long hair and patches everywhere
Her two inch legs bend at the knee
Her ten pound body full of . . .
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September 21, 2007 04:25 PM EDT --
I gazed into her soft green eyes and cried
Such beauty I never knew within could reside
The sweetest fragrance my heart did receive
Throughout my soul her essence did breathe
The warmest emotion my . . .
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April 21, 2008 06:58 AM EDT --
Our Love ...
Our Love is a red red rose
A hope held tight within it's folds
A winding river throughout our souls
A tide pounding upon the shore
An anchor on the . . .
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May 14, 2008 10:30 AM EDT --
Goodbye Cruel World!
"Goodbye cruel world" - That was the caption on the framed cartoon I viewed in the bathroom of one of the apartments in our farmhouse, some fifty years ago. . . .
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February 07, 2008 08:57 AM EST --
I gazed into her soft brown eyes and cried
Such beauty I never knew within could reside
The sweetest fragrance my heart did receive
Throughout my soul her essence did breathe
The warmest . . .
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June 01, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
I caught your reflection again last night.
Perhaps you have always been there
Buried deep in my thoughts,
Hidden and tucked away
In a room I seldom visit.
Though I often . . .
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September 25, 2007 09:41 AM EDT --
After his grandmother’s death, life with Gerald’s father got even worse. He seemed to have violent mood swings and would often lash out at Gerald and his younger siblings, and especially his . . .
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August 11, 2008 05:04 AM EDT --
I came to Woodstock to Die in 1969 - an angel saved my life....
I knew it would happen. It's 3:am in the morning and I can't sleep. I'm thinking about the trip I made back to Bethel NY . . .
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January 26, 2008 08:45 PM EST --
Mellow and mild a soft wind hisses,
Beckoning me back to white wine kisses,
Purple ribbons round white fences twisted,
Peppermint moons and marshmallow fishes.
An angel's call prompts me thither, . . .
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January 08, 2008 09:14 AM EST --
I write for the Woodstock Preservation site during the year. I received this gift in the form of an email at the beginning of the New Year from the director, Joanne. Her words were so inpsiring . . .
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July 22, 2008 09:54 PM EDT --
I was ten years old, the eldest of eight children. I grew up poor in the richest county in America in the fifties.(Westchester, NY). My early childhood was filled with the pain of psychological and physical . . .
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May 05, 2008 07:06 AM EDT --
I turned fifty-nine years old today. Just before bed last night my grandson came into my room and asked to use the computer. I looked into his deep blue eyes and took his long black hair into . . .
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January 30, 2008 07:39 AM EST --
Who Am I...
I am a child who was battered
I am a kid with learning disorders
I am an adolescent who lost his best friend to suicide
I am a young man who loved deeply and lost
I am a seminarian . . .
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September 23, 2007 08:26 PM EDT --
AURORA BLAISE
Always meant to be
This lovely child so pure and free
Long before you and me
When God spilled his mighty chalice
Creating the Borealis.
As he placed the stars in a sea
To dance around the . . .
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September 25, 2007 05:30 PM EDT --
You Called to Me...
You called to me and I followed
Crawling toward you on linoleum floors
Down long corridors and open doors
Tripping along moss grown pathways
Crunching the rocks of . . .
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September 18, 2007 09:58 AM EDT --
I once thought I could go it alone,
Embrace the things of this world, find my way home.
Exhausted and anxious I arrived at this place,
Upon the precipice of the . . .
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May 22, 2008 01:47 PM EDT --
Woodstock Ronins - a Call to Arms!
As I am swept through the lush overgrown farmland surrounding New Hope Pennsylvania, I can't help but reflect upon Woodstock New York where I spent a great . . .
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January 22, 2008 05:52 PM EST --
You Called to Me...
You called to me and I followed
Crawling toward you on linoleum floors
Down long corridors and open doors
Tripping along moss grown pathways
Crunching the rocks . . .
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December 20, 2007 10:43 AM EST --
Gerald sat in the empty house alone and thought about his grandmother. He noticed that somehow the goat horns had been overlooked and still hung from a nail on the front door. It was only a few hours . . .
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