For David

here are the pics of my hubbys new weapon.

Combined Soul Mates Poem Man's read is bold

Steven Pasfield wrote a poem about his dad on facebook, then sent me an email from facebook to do a reply to his poem. The is the outcome. Bold male parts are Steven's poem and Itlatics are written by me Linda Bradley. Steve and I are great friends on Yahoo IM's and he is an inspiration to me. Thanks Steve for inspiring me to write a poetic reply to your poem on Facebook.com




He sits there, reading a book
just looking, at the book
not reading the page the same page,
for a long time

She floats there
behind his shoulder
not looking at the book
not reading the page,
the same page as long as he does.

Now he stares, over the page
through his glasses, wondering
about the day ahead, what to do
how quick can it go?

She stares at him
though his glasses
wondering what he is going to do
How long before he comes to her.

His soul mate: the woman he loved
six months since, a lifetime he thinks
has passed away - gone from his life
When will all this misery end?

Her soul mate: the man she loved
did not follow her a lifetime ago.
Gone from her ethereal life.
When Will all this misery end?

The house, empty and cold
the dinner table, bare
tears well up in his eyes
for all the lost memories.

This black place, empty and cold
no dinner table to set,
She is confused as she glimpses
him with tears in his eyes
but rejoices at the memories he
does not recall.

He stares, out of the window
wondering, what to do, how and if
then he draws the curtains
to block out the light.

She sees him at the window
and as he draws the curtains
he blocks out not only the light
but her as well.

No-one to share his thoughts with
he just sits there, day after day
looking, at the same page
the same book…

No-one to share her thoughts with
she floats there, day after day
trying to break the veil.the pain
all in vain, in vain.

SoulMates co-written Dr.Folk & Tanglust

dedicated to To My Father

Soulless eyes

By Steven Pasfield

He sits there, reading a book
just looking, at the book
not reading the page
the same page, for a long time.

Now he stares, over the page
through his glasses, wondering
about the day ahead, what to do
how quick can it go?

His soul mate: the woman he loved
six months since, a lifetime he thinks
has passed away - gone from his life
When will all this misery end?

The house, empty and cold
the dinner table, bare
tears well up in his eyes
for all the lost memories.

He stares, out of the window
wondering, what to do, how and if
then he draws the curtains
to block out the light.

No-one to share his thoughts with
he just sits there, day after day
looking, at the same page
the same book…

dedicated to all Soul Mates in pain

She floats there
behind his shoulder
not looking at the book
not reading the page,
the same page as long as he does.

She stares at him
though his glasses
wondering what he is going to do
How long before he comes to her.

Her soul mate: the man she loved
did not follow her a lifetime ago.
Gone from her etheral life.
When Will all this misery end?

This black place, empty and cold
no dinner table to set,
She is confused as she glimpses
him with tears in his eyes
and rejoices at the memories he
does recall.


She sees him at the window
and as he draws the curtains
he blocks out not only the light
but her as well.

No-one to share his thoughts with
he just sits there, day after day
looking, at the same page
the same book…


No-one to share her thoughts with
she floats there, day after day
trying to break the vial.the pain
all in vain, in vain.

nasty rainy day two weeks before Christmas

I am a Snapdragon What Flower Are You?

I saw this on another knitting bloggers page so took the test it's pretty cool. I was up at 1:30 AM and it is 8 am now. I played a couple of hours of Animal Crossing, started putting current projects into bags, wanted Pop Tarts for breakfast but they are all gone. I ll Have to let DH know before noon as he is going grocery shopping after work. Tomorrow he will be working late so that will not help.

Of course the rain is making me so sore, I am going to have to take a pain pill and go back to sleep. I have to call those people about quote on windows and doors this is just not a good day to come. I here the baby crying he is sooo cute. But aren't all babies at 4 months? Well this is all the time I have right now. I have to take meds and go back to bed.

Hope everyone else is feeling better than I, but on the brightside I did win Full Disability last Monday when I went to see the judge. I'll say more about it later.

Ealry Morning Poem

by Linda

Sunday, October 21, 2007

11:04 AM

Aware that I am awakening

seeing dappled sunlight

cross the ceiling.

And dreamily open the other eye,

only to see my Pug Jester's

literally eye to eye with me.

He had been sleeping

like a baby on my pillow

Snoring and chortling

Right next to me.

The unspoken question

That he sends to me,

"Is it time to get

up Mom?

I look at him

And sleepily think

let me see.

Fibromyalgia

and constant pain,

chronic fatigue;

all of them fighting

forever within me.

Go back to sleep

or get up to take pain meds?

I need to see how much

pain my body suffers right now.

Are pain pills

needed right now?

Or can I turn over and

slip back

Into peaceful sleep.

Half asleep

I check to find

out what woke Me ?

There the left

hip and knee.

Both are pulsing,

sending sharp

pain packets

to my mind.

Signals of distress

have awoken me.

Humming it's

mantra turn over

there is a problem

with the way you lay."

So slowly awoken

doing the nightly check.

Which occurs every

time I have to roll over

at least 25 times a night.

There are times

not many

when

just rolling over

will not be enough

To ease the pain

I am suffering right now.

So slowly and carefully

I use my arms to lift

and twist my torso

to the right and use

one hand to drag the

limb in pain over the other

I have finally turned over.

Jester has followed

and by now settled in.

Patiently waiting for the answer

I have not given him.

So softly I say to him

"Not yet, let's go back

to sleep.".

As he dozes off,

And chronic fatigues wins.

I just have time to think

Stay off the Left side

and I can be pain free

for just a little while.

A Blank Day

I sat and looked
the world was grey
to me.

Watched and didn't see
Spoke but got no reply.

The world was there
but not I.

A ghost alive
I could survive
no one depends on me.

So if I don't ask
they don't see

The lite of life
was snuffed out you see.

No joy was mine,
nor pain or time.

A whole day
wasted away/

Pain

A Day
A Night

Time slows down
then speeds up.

Pain is steady as a ROCK.

I moan in my sleep
and bite my lips during the days.

Things are started
and never end
just like the pain.

A Day A Night
What do they mean to us
The depressed, the anxious, and those of us in pain, pain, pain.