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dandasha's Homepage http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:37 EST Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:37 EST Zorpia.com Greeting from Dubai http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1586085 Greeting From Dubai Dear my friends: long time i didn't write in this site.I was looking forward to do something useful concerning building my career, that why i moved to Dubai. I'm already working in  a languge institute right now as an English teacher. Living cost in Dubai is very Expensive but the salaries still much better than Egypt. The first time i went down to the street i had to cry because of the hot weather. But i almost used to this.Anyway. i just wanted to say that i do miss being here between my real nice friends. Although i dono really where are they now. Moataz - Fata Al Samt...MUST. See you all . Take Care. Best Regards           Personal http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1586085 Wed, 06 Sep 2006 03:16 EST angel tears http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1447762  <img src="http://www.thesculptor.net/tear.gif" border="0" />All of your love has gone away, None of your Feelings seem to stay. You just didn't need me any more, Turned your back and walked out that door. You didn't stop to say good-bye, You didn't give any reasons why. You didn't turn to see my cries, You walked away with closing eyes. I had loved you from the start, With all my feelings from my heart.   " Tears In Life " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> Sitting and thinking over events of this past year, The sadness in my heart brings shedding of my tears. Giving loving support to ones I do see, Misjudging of some and others misjudging me. The tears of sadness from events this past year, With devastating results to end my life so dear. Can I correct events, by gong back in time, Or is life prewritten, so these results I still find. Can one be so wrong with true love in his Heart, Or is there another purpose, in his life from the start. " Final Words " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> As this world turns and life passes by, Days to nights, time seems to fly. Aging hearts and souls will be, Reflections of life in mirrors we'll see. Reminiscing in our minds of days gone by, Of times we smiled and days we cried. The love we shared in all those ways, To broken hearts in ending days. Loving memories are lost in my mind, Only final words my heart does find. The final words you said at the end, Move on in life, you're not a friend.   " Special Someone "  <img height="50" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/fwhite.gif" width="300" align="bottom" border="0" /> Is your love still there, is it all gone, After that heart break, it has been so long. Feelings in my heart, never seems to end, Many loving feelings, you were more then a friend. How does one know, when it's time to move on, To know that love shared, is finally all gone. Where are you going, how do you ask, That special someone, you loved in the past. Is their love still there or gone from the start, Do they have feelings , still left in their heart. If their love is still there, if you really knew, Where will you go, what does your heart do. Should you ask them, to see what they say, Or keep on loving them day after day. " Ending Journey " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> I've shared in many journeys in my time, Many loving feelings and dreams in my mind. Sharing with sad and happy times that were there, With ones who loved me and some who didn't care. The love and feelings I have in my heart, Sometimes were hidden , but there from the start. Expressing my Loving feelings is special to me, Like a special gift from your heart that would be. Excepting a special gift from my heart that I give, Is never for fun or game, it's given to your heart to live. In the many memories of journeys in time I can say, So much love given, I've seen thrown away. I guess for many, love was never meant to be, Your heart is cold and a hole you can see. A hole in your heart, couldn't hold my love given each day, My ending journey in my time will end this way. " Cheating Heart " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" />  Your cheating heart will tell on you, When your love is not so true. Your feelings will change in what you say, Your sharing does end slowly day by day. When you try to explain the reasons why, You make up stories and start to lie. In cheating hearts you will not see, All the pain and hurt that will be. You move on in life as if you care, Never saying your loves not there. Until that day things fall apart, Your love does walk from your cheating heart.  " Lonely Walk " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> As I walk this lonely path of Life so sad, With my heart being empty from No love to be had. All the loving feelings from my heart I did give, Thinking their love would last as long as I live. There now is a place in my heart with a hole, Left by the one, I guess I really didn't know. In ones life sometimes love does come and go, But true love will stay and will always grow. For me this lonely path I shall walk this day, Holding on to loving memories and words they did say.  " I Do Care " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> Sometimes I sit here and think of memories gone by, Was I so bad in what I gave, if not why do I cry. I tried to give from my heart and gave all I had, To make others happy and when they were so sad. Was it the words that I used when I gave them with care, Or was it the words I didn't use that didn't seem fair. My feelings I never could express as they should be, But the Love I did give was so easy to see. They all do treat me as if I'm not there, I still have feelings and I really do care.  " Medicine Of Love " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> How can two lovers part in the glories of Life, The separating of love like surgery by knife. Is there a block in their hearts not to feel the pain, Or chemistry from hate that flows in their veins. So many days their love and feelings did grow, Sharing from their hearts, their life seems to glow. The creator of life and venus of love that is there, Gave all two lovers a heart with love they can share. So sickness from hard days in life that you see, The Medicine of love cures all that will be. " Where Do You Go " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> After a heartbreak, where do you go, Loving feelings and no love you know. Sunshine to darkness, emptiness with in, Where does one go, where do they begin. Heart full of feelings and love you can feel, So many dreams, but none are for real. Visions of love you shared day after day, You blame yourself for them walking away. Someplace in time, your heart will find, It wasn't your love, they were just blind. They couldn't see your love that was there, Someday they will feel how much you did care. Where do you go, where do you begin, Move on to new love and true feelings again.    " Think " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> Don't jump the gun and act that way, Don't turn your back on me today. I have feelings in my heart too, A lot more love then you think I do. When you jump the gun and say those things, So much sadness and hurt it brings. Before you jump that gun with things to say, Lets share in problems we had that day. I should rethink things I have done, Incase I made you jump the gun.  " Immortal Peace " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> Feelings of loneliness in ones heart you may know, The absence of feelings and no love seems to flow. Serene type silence fills the air as he enters your space, The wrinkles of time and sadness covers his face. With his head towards the ground and walking so slow, Not in a hurry, just no place to go. Why has loneliness filled his heart and spirit of soul, A broken heart from love or friends he didn't know. Linger in time, loneliness his heart will keep, Visions of immortal peace forever he will seek.   " Don't Walk Away " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> Give not all the love you say is there, Share that love in your heart with care. I need not all that love you give, Just enough to fill my heart to live. You are the breath of air I take each day, With all you give my life will stay. I try to give you, what you give to me, With stress in life it's hard to see. Sometimes in life, loves not the best, It's time to give our hearts a rest. When loving hearts seem far this day, Don't end our life and walk away. All that love we soon will fine, Ultimate love will return in time.  " Respect your Love " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> Is that all the love your heart will share, Does your heart reflect the love that's there. Was that true feelings you had that night, Was that true love, reflected so bright. Sometimes we just assume, that love will be, Until you turn someday and no love you see. Respect that love you share those days, Give all that love in all its ways. With in life,time does pass fast, Respect all love to forever last.  " In My Hands "  <img height="50" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/fwhite.gif" width="300" align="bottom" border="0" />  I hold my heart with in my hands and it will be, All that love and feelings you have given to me. An aura of beauty surrounds my heart will be there, A serenity of Love and happiness I will hold with care. The essence of peace with in my Heart, I behold, The enchantment of loving feelings, I will hold. All from the Love you have given to me, I now bestow to all, for all to see.  " Wrong Place in Time " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> Did you ever feel your in the wrong place in time, When all your life seems to be worth less then a dime. Nothing going right with loved ones that were there, They all seem to leave you with out any care. A used toy, thrown away is the feel in your heart, What happen to everyone I loved from the start. Am I stuck between time or bad dreams I do see, My life seems so useless and no purpose to be. I wish I knew why this is happening to me, I feel so lost and sad as can be. Have I died and some how gone the wrong way, Or am I in the wrong place in time this day.  " Forgive Me " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> It's you that makes my dreams come true, Only you can stop my heart from being so blue. Think of all the times of love we shared, Imagize of all the fun times in life we cared. It's only you that can bring love back again, And forgive my sad words I gave this to end. I have learn from errors and my ways, Let me try to prove my love in coming days. Only you can make my life complete, So we both can share in love we seek.  " Takers in Life " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> When one walks away from shared love they had, You always wonder if the other, was all that bad. Was it love or feelings that made that one walk, Did the other try to understand and asked to talk. If the one who walked has nothing to say, The other has no idea why they walked that day. One walking away for no reason, the other can see, It's more then love you'll find out to be. Some in life just want your love that's there, In return they give nothing and they don't care. They take your love and all you give each day, They are Takers in Life and will never stay.   " Parting Hearts " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> When two hearts part and go their ways, What does happen in the coming days. All depends on which heart is yours, The one with love or the one with doors. If your heart was the one with love to hold, Your life will be sad and feelings so cold. You'll always wonder what went wrong, To have that love, be so far gone. If your heart has doors that's there, It will never hold love and never will care. The heart that holds that love to be, Will find a true love someday you will see. The heart with doors holds no love with care, Their life's will be used by others that's there. " Why In Life..... " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" />  In todays Life some things never seem fair, Giving Support and Feelings to some, who may never be there. Walking through Life in Good times and Bad, Giving to others no matter how sad. What I can't figure out in this Life today, It's not what others may feel, it's what others don't say. Love is so special from your Heart as you know, Before you know it, Life is gone and it's time to go. We never want payback for what we try to share, But would be so nice to hear words from the Heart, to show you do care. " Drifting Apart " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> When two in Love seem to be drifting apart, So many sad feelings of pain that comes from their Heart, As life moves on, they say time heals all pain, Loving memories shared will longer have gain. They drift through Life with out Love or care, Thinking what they had and new Love should they dare. So if your love seems to be drifting apart, Remember those memories you shared from the start. Two in Love that have drifted apart, you may know, Remind themâ€¦.. a Broken Heart is no place to go. " Life is Like a Book " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> To0 many judge you by your cover and the first few pages. In time that book gets old and put away and forgotten. Never knowing to others what you really could offer them. Love, understanding and knowledge a very important ingredient to Life it self. Later on in life, some open those old books. They finally read the complete book and find out this book could of changed so many things in life. If they didn't wait too long, the books pages still come alive with information and can be a learning tool for others to learn from. The sad thing. The book is so old, you can't even read the name on the cover and that life that was, is no longer.  " The Awakening " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" />  As I lay there in Life's hands, Never knowing what God plans. In and out of dreams I had, Some are good and some are sad. As I gently fall to sleep, I wonder if this life I'll keep. Will I die before I wake this day, Or will I wake another way. As I do sleep through out the night, I see Angels in their flight. One did stop and she did say, I will awaken for another day.  " Picture Poses " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> I remember days of songs and roses, So much love with picture poses. Sharing hugs and kisses too, All that love was really true. Many feelings in your sights, Cupid arrows days and nights. Holding hands upon the way, Walking down to Lovers bay. " Final Good-Bye " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> I remember those words a final good-bye, You had no feelings of sorrow, you didn't even cry. Your loving feelings ended many days before, So many times you did close that door. No words did you say that ended it this way, It was the words that you didn't say day to day. The love did seem strong at the start, Not sure why your love fell apart? Hanging on to love that never seem there, A heart full of feelings you never did care. I guess that final good-bye was meant to be, There wasn't any love left in you to see. The meaning of love will enter your heart someday, A new love you will have, I hope he will stay.   " Destiny " <img height="39" src="http://www.poetry-of-love.com/picture_library/rightrose.gif" width="146" align="bottom" border="0" /> Now in life, is this my Destiny, Did I misread the feelings I had in me. No loving support on home front was there, Taking my love and never did share. Changing in life from health I could feel, No loving support, how could I deal. Turning to others, who's life was the same, Not part of family, not even a name. Giving them loving feelings that came from my heart, Returning their feelings they gave from the start. This loving support others gave to me, Completed my heart in life that should be. As I look back in loving feelings in time, All loved ones and family, I no longer can find. Should I've tried harder to give more of my love, Or is this my Destiny, from heavens above.  <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/flash/israelhistory_1.swf">http://www.guardian.co.uk/flash/israelhistory_1.swf</a><a href="http://guardians.net/guard1.swf">http://guardians.net/guard1.swf</a><a href="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/emay_mothersday_hugs/8962-004-02-1021.swf">http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/emay_mothersday_hugs/8962-004-02-1021.swf</a> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1447762 Thu, 15 Dec 2005 16:34 EST heart scared http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1439792  <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7239887.37b9c8.jpg" border="0" />Souls found, magnetic hearts, smiles splendor. Royal true light shone through vast rocky mountains. Virtual flowers bloom this journey of romance, Taken two paths each knock at heart's door, one real -- one fake. Golden words pray with light. True hearts beat a mystic wonder, the light of deepest hopes. All my dreams, wishes painted cold black. Towers crumbling, hopes seeping through deep passion space. Ruby red blood, runs deep, masking inner yellow rose. A red rose freezes solid sharp ridges. Sweet dreams fly high, beyond the grey skies. Our hearts nearby, worlds away -- words I mouth, "I love you". <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7239906.1b8eeb.jpg" border="0" />You told me to relax, Said that things would be okay. You told me not to cry, that I wasn't a baby. You took away my innocence, you took away my pride. You took away who I was, made me my own worst nightmare. Now all I am left with is the scarring memory of the hurt you caused. The pain you inflicted upon me. Can you see what has happened? I no longer cry, because I have seen the ultimate pain. Nothing else matters. <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7239951.59924c.jpg" border="0" />A harsh grave, an early end. A brief but beautiful life. My love I miss you, why did you have to go? But you are happy somehow, I know. When they told me my love had died, I felt so cold, I never cried. Where the car wrecked there's still a stain, where in agony you had lain. The people don't notice, they drive on by. I want to yell "Stop, cry with me, he's gone!" I am going to cry one last time. Goodbye my love I will miss you forever.  <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240002.bf4a17.jpg" border="0" />Thick steamy air floats inside my head, signifying the thoughtless words that shed from my clouded soul tonight. A dreadful hot feeling flows all through me, glooming my joyful spirits, my fleshly erotic love. I'm sorry I doubted your love, tonight. Hands shiver and perspire wet, representing a churning fear deep within an abyss of my heart tonight. Meandering smoke trails from my mouth, inhaling new air into my lungs, air passing around my crying heart. I feel the sorrow I inflicted tonight, I wanted to talk with you. I see the doubt I portrayed tonight, I wanted to explain to you. I cry the love I didn't show tonight, I wanted to embrace you. Reminiscence of singing from my soul, symbolizing my angelic love that poured from my heart and soul one night. A wonderous night collectively sewn, magical moments shared between us, shared within our tender hearts. I'm sorry I hurt you, tonight. Remorseful words leave my mouth, revealing my regretful heart asking for your forgiveness this dark night. Announcing my amorous love for you, serene feathers wistfully float to you, float carrying my shame, tonight. <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240426.d1051c.jpg" border="0" />  For you, my love I gave you my heart, In hopes that you would return the same. For me, my life is falling apart, For you live your life in vain. I want to embrace you in my arms, Breathe you in so deep. For I am very lonely now, And I find it hard to sleep. As I glance at you in the hall, you look through me with eyes of stone. So harshly you broke up with me, And left me all alone. The end of school approaches now, Summer is growing near. Missing you, my love, Is all I have to fear. A final dance, and final chance, As we float across the floor. Our eyes, our hearts so close, but alas will be nevermore. As we rock to and fro, My love was all amiss. And all I ask from you now, is one, last kiss. <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240442.4e173e.jpg" border="0" />The candle lit by love, so dazzling bright. The brightness to push back the gloom. A heart now strong sustained by the light. At last a hope, a defense against the doom. The candles light, the shadows defeated by the rays. The furies retreat back to their hell. Beaten now, forever to be found in days. Life is mine, within the pain no longer to dwell. A life lost bound up with no tomorrow. This age of darkness, time lost in an abyss. An endless flow of unbearable sorrow. Ended with a kiss. <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240467.738a82.jpg" border="0" />My Love, the moments I've spent with you, Are engraved within my heart, And burned deep within my soul, The love I feel for you only grows stronger, Each and every day we must be apart. I'm always wishing upon the stars above, Each and every passing day. That you will always feel my love, And never go away. I don't know why, Into my life you came that day. But with every breath I breathe, I'm so truly thankful. That the dear lord blessed me, In his own special way.<img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240473.7c2501.jpg" border="0" />My Dark Angel, I want you here. I know you're around, I feel you near. To pull me close, and hide my tears. To calm my soul, and love my fears. To make things right, and make them clear. My Dark Angel, Please stay near. I need your strength, I want you here. <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240498.1e459e.jpg" border="0" />I know you're out there somewhere existing in the light Because you come to me in my sleep in my dreams at night. You peer into my heart and see my love for you. You tell me of your love for me and how it can be true. You chase away my loneliness by coming into my soul. As no one has before you touch my heart making me whole. I wonder what in this world is working to keep us apart. If only I could touch your lips and feel the beating of your heart. Although for now, you only exist in my dreams. A ray of light like burnished gold that gleams. I'll keep you safe in my dreams away form all harms. Iâ€™ll look for you forever until you are safely in my arms. <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240505.e60cfc.jpg" border="0" />My love for you, words cannot say, Even if I searched, all through the day. My love for you, words cannot express, But through this poem, I'll try my best. With so many feelings, where do I start? Are there enough words, to show the love in my heart? Day by day, my love for you grows, The full amount I love you, only God knows. All of these words, really I say them in vain. Because my feelings for you, words cannot contain. Why this is so, I cannot explain, After all is said, still more feelings remain. My love for you, I will never hide, But being confined to just words, makes it hard to describe. My love for you, words cannot deliver, My feelings are strong, like a raging river. My love for you, words seem to miss, The feelings that only, can be felt with a kiss. How much I love you, How much I care!! I wish you were here, I long to be there. Yes, my feelings are deep, My love is much, I pray for the day, that our lips can touch. My love for you, words cannot state, To hold you close, I cannot wait. I wrote this poem, while thinking of you, So you would know that my love is true. The rhymes in this poem, my heart sings, Just thought you would like, to hear all these things. Though with words I'm held back, to frame my hearts' love, I'll cherish you forever, cause you were sent from above.  <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240522.05f0a6.jpg" border="0" />You sang to me the night we met, Your voice a whisper in the dark. That memory Is a treasure I can take out and hold, Like a diamond to the light. I'd waited for you all my life, And when you appeared out of the dark I loved you. Now the fire is smaller, More intense, with waiting For the time to be right There's a star that shines for you, A beacon flashing in the dark. Remember me And when you need to find your way, Look for that diamond in the night. Look to the one I loved the mostLuv is like a glass. If u break it, itâ€™s hard to fix, And even if you manage that , itâ€™ll never be the same.Love is like a rose it blossoms then dies.love is not how u 4get but how u forgive.not how u listen but how u understand.not what u see but what u feel & not how u let go but how u hold on.love can sometimes be magic- but magic can sometimes be an ILLUSION!You can close your eyes to things you dont want to see.but u cant close your heart to things you dont want to feel.The virtue of love isnt finding the perfect person, but by loving the imperfect person perfectly.if u love me like u told me please be careful wiv my heart- u can take it jus dont break it or my world will fall appartSumtimes its harder 2 say no wen u really mean yes.Its hard 2 close ur eyes wen u really want 2 see.But the hardest thing 2 do is to let go wen u want to stay2 let go doesnt mean 2 stop carin.2 let go is to learn theres sumthin beyond.2 let go means acceptin reality.2 let go is lovin more coz u only want the best.Be yourself, there are enough other peopleIt's better to be hated for who you are than loved for what your notTo the world you may be one person but to one person you may be the worldIf you don't Stand for Something.You will Fall for EverythingIf i were a tear in ur eye i wood roll down onto ur lips.But if u were a tear in my eye i wood never cry as i wood be afraid 2 lose u! Personal http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1439792 Thu, 01 Dec 2005 16:54 EST miss you so badly http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1439785  <img src="http://magickgarden.com/rose/poetry/images/d23hdr.jpg" border="0" /> I have to be strong and powerful I have to be honest and good I have to be patient and quite To wait Time to pass me by I wanna see him right now I wanna touch him right now I wanna talk to him right now But I can't I have to wait and pray untill the time comes But more than anything, I love him And that's the hardest part Wanna be close enough to make a wish for him Wanna be close enough to sing a song for him But I can't time is just going so slow Nobody cares about this poor little girl's mind Or understand I wanna yell out his name, but there is not enough space here I wanna run and hug him tightly, but there is too many spaces that I can't make. Petals are all black and wrinkly and butterfly doesn't have any courage to fly "Let's just forget about him!" I think and turn But after few minutes, no, after few seconds I turn back I miss him dearly, but I can't do anything I just have to wait<img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240245.56b5d4.jpg" border="0" />You think you stand alone, all alone in the dark world. Before you the empty plains, behind you the barren scrub. On your sides, cold branches reach out for you from the woods. The shadows stretch out long on the ground in the twilight, The suns warm rays fade slowly into the darkness of the night. A cold breeze sweeps close to the ground, around your ankles. You shiver, hold your arms around you to keep the coldness away. You don't want to be here, this isn't the place you are looking for. This is so wrong. Why am I here, you wonder. You call out, hello - is there anyone out there? But you get no answer. Just the harsh sound of the crows in the trees of the woods. You look up in the sky, and you see the moon looking down at you, between the cloud rags that fly over the sky. It looks cold and unfriendly down at you, It doesn't care whether you live or not, it doesn't care about anything. It walks over the sky without caring if there is a tomorrow or not. You can feel the panic start to claw it's way up in your chest. Your eyes are wide with fear, and your breathing is shallow. You feel the shadows drawing closer to you, feel how they reach out for you. Suddenly you can hear a whisper very close to your ear. Close your eyes my love, it says. You know this voice, and you can feel a warmth spread through your entire body, you relax and smile. You close your eyes because now you know that your are in safe hands. The voice says calmly - take my hand, I'll lead you from this place. You reach out your hand, and feel how it disappears into a warm, strong and safe hand. You feel the hand gently pulling you forward, and you follow. As you walk with your eyes closed you can feel how all your fear falls off you, how the feeling of loneliness leaves. On the inside of your eyelids you can see the flickering light from a fire, and you can feel the warmth stroking your face. Your guide lets go of your hand, and you get a little afraid again. But then, the moment after - you feel the hands sliding around your waist, pulling you close to a warm and safe body. Soft lips lightly touch your ear as you hear: You know who I am, and you know that I will always be here for you - You know that we are meant to be together, you know that it will happen - And you know that where ever you are - I am there too. <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240148.791d83.jpg" border="0" />The things you said and the things you did to me. You said you want me, you lied to me, You said you would never cheat, and you abused me. But then I found out you were lying all that time. You turned my smile into a frown. You promised that you would never let me down, but you're not around. You thought I would stay around so you could abuse me, take my smile from me, and use me. You hurt me so bad and you made me feel so sad, it's a feeling that I can't explain. I can't forget about you because I'm left with scars that you gave to me. I just want you to know that you hurt me and because of you I want to die. <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240145.08d907.jpg" border="0" />Like a volcano about to erupt I feel the anger like lava in my veins Coursing, pulsating, building pressure And as I reach the pinnacle of my ire My heart starts to beat madly As if readying to explode inside my chest My breath becomes ragged and strained I feel my hands clenching and unclenching in fists of rage A need to commit violence becomes a burning desire within While deeply buried inside my unconscious A seed of fear at the havoc I may wreak begins to form I start to shake from the intensity of it all Remaining calm becomes less and less of an option A fire that refuses to be quenched Is burning inside me, threatening to consume me I am on the brink of losing total control<img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240191.fd1569.jpg" border="0" />I am standing in a pit, A black hole which threatens to swallow me completely. In the distance I see a faint light, radiating warmth. Yet all around me is cold and black. Feelings of despair weigh down on me, Like drops of leadened rain, Pulling me down further, Soaking me, drowning me, Choking me like bile from a soured stomach. Gasping for breath I struggle, Against my invisible bonds. Desparately trying to free myself, And sinking further and further. As if caught in a quagmire of quicksand. My throat fills with screams, Yet not a sound reaches my lips. My eyes widen in terror As I realize that hope is no longer my friend, And loneliness has become my enemy. With dawning realization, I embrace my captor, And surrender to the sweet calm of death. <img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240230.bc354c.jpg" border="0" /> A flight up high, eye of the eagle, see all about, with the trained eye. Soaring through warm air, clean Up in the clouds, free, together alone, as one up high , to a mountain top. Fly deep, into a dream inhaling air of wings, scents of the freshest breeze. I feel this sensation all throughout me, no where to plant, no where to stand. The beauty of the night, the closer the stars, free to dream above them when some fall. Free as a bird, an angel without wings. A universe of places,an eternity through spaces. A star, a birth to me, to you. Every place is the same, our journey to no where.<img src="http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/1131/7240335.c78579.jpg" border="0" />First there was a spark, then there was a flame she fell in love, she would do anything she thought she loved him, she thought he cared she gave a precious gift something that would surely change her life now she's all alone and so unprepared she cries everynight, because she's so scared he left out of her life, just like a thief in the night he never kissed her, he never said goodbye he said he was leaving surely you'd think she'd reply she only could fall to her knees and hysterically cry something so special, she surely gave now she'll have to go through the nine months of hurt and painØ¯Ø¨Ù†Ù€Ù€Ù€Ù€Ù€Ù€Ù€Ù€Ù€Ù€Ø§------------------- Ø¨ÙŠÙ† Ø´Ø·ÙØ© Ù‚Ù„Ø¨Ùƒ Ø§Ù„Ù†Ø¹Ø³Ø§Ù† ÙÙ‰ Ù…ÙˆØ§Ù„Ù‰ Ø´Ø¨ÙŠØª ÙˆØ¨Ø¹Ù„Ùˆ Ø§Ù„ØµÙˆØª ÙˆØ¨Ù…Ù„Ùˆ Ø¶Ù„ÙˆØ¹Ù‰ Ù†Ø§Ø¯ÙŠØª ØØ¨ÙŠØªÙƒ Ù…Ù„Ùˆ Ø§Ù„Ø¨ÙŠØª ÙÙ‰ Ø¹ÙŠÙˆÙ† Ø§Ù„Ø·ÙÙ„ Ø§ÙØ±Ø§Ø ÙˆØ±Ù…ÙŠØª Ø§Ù„Ù„ÙŠÙ„ Ø¹Ù„Ù‰ Ø¶Ù‡Ø± Ø§Ù„ÙƒÙˆÙ† Ø³ÙˆØ§Ø Ø§Ù†Ø§ Ù…ÙŠÙ† ÙŠØ±Ù…ÙŠÙ†Ù‰ Ù„Ø¨ØØ± Ø³Ù†ÙŠÙ†Ù‰ Ø§Ù„Ø§ÙˆÙ„Ø§Ù†ÙŠÙ‡ Ø§Ø±ØªØ§Ø Ø§Ù„Ø¨Ù†Øª ? 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I miss your love. I know that you want to be friends. And I'll see you around. But there is so much that I'll miss By just being your friend. I really miss you being there for me, No matter what the situation was. Everyone thinks I'm doing so well without you. If they only knew just how much I'm missing you. I hate this, I really do. Missing you like this. I want to call you Just to hear your voice. But I can't, for I fear That you'll hear it in the words I say. So I try to be strong and keep myself busy. Just to keep this from Overcoming me. I don't know how much more of this I can take. It's so hard Missing you. 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I will explain it to you in 20 minutes.</div><div align="left">In our brain there are two alarms. One for pain and the other is for pleasure. The pain alarm helps us remember not to put our hands in the fire because it will damage our skin. In a normal brain there is a link in our memory between pain and fire. The pleasure alarm helps us remember that we like strawberry cheese cake ice cream (my favorite). And again in a normal brain there is a link in our memory between pleasure and the ice cream. All this is very basic biology. <div align="left">Love is simply a repeated pleasure we received from a person over a period of time. You can apply this to activities like sports and a hobbies or objects like cars and computers as well. The more pleasure we receive the stronger the love. It does not matter what religion you are or what philosophy you follow, you can not escape this biological definition of love. <div align="left">Your text goes here. Your text goes here. <div align="center"><img src="http://slowtears.jeeran.com/00aa.jpg" border="0" /> </div>Why do we feel emotional pain? <div>Why do we feel pain when we breakup with a partner? Why do we feel jealousy when we see our partner kissing romantically another person? The pain from lost love or jealousy comes from the loss or threat of loosing what we perceive to be our only source of pleasure. We either think A) we don't have any other sources of pleasure B) if we loose our source of pleasure we think we can never find another. The fear of loosing a source of pleasure can be as painful as the fear of getting pain. <div>Solution: Stop believing that you only have one source of pleasure and recognize that there are millions of ways to get pleasure. When one has many sources of pleasure or we know we can get others we are not worried about loosing one source of pleasure. And note that not all pleasures come from our lover, you can get pleasure in many many other ways. A diversity of pleasure is also very important ie. sports, hobbies, interests, reading, movies etc... Balancing your pleasure will greatly help your overall happiness and joy for life. <div> <div><div align="center"><img src="http://slowtears.jeeran.com/Jealousy_230x150_m.jpg" border="0" /> </div>Jealousy = selfish <div>Jealousy is a selfish behavior. Why? Because if you truly love a person all you want to do is give the one you love pleasure. If you truly love your lover, what is more important? Your happiness or theirs. Of course, this applies as long as you are getting pleasure from giving them pleasure. I am not saying that you have to give up your happiness so they can be happy. When you focus on your lovers happiness we can't be hurt if they are getting pleasure from another. If they decided to separate because they are no longer happy with you, don't you want them to be happy? Wouldn't you do whatever it takes to make your lover happy without sacrificing your own happiness. <div>Aren't you taking away your lovers pleasure when you are jealous? If you are jealous they can't get pleasure from another because they are worried about your emotional state. Or worse you may threaten them of separation if they don't obey your wishes. Indirectly you are taking away your lovers pleasure. That is not love, this is selfishness. On the other hand if you are not jealous and you only care about your lovers pleasure your are being selfless, loving and giving. That is true love. Mind you as the "jealous" lover you shouldn't just sit there and do nothing. You need to take care of yourself, by yourself and give yourself pleasure as described in the solution above. <div> <div>Need vrs. Desire <div>Another great cause of emotional pain is unreasonable expectations. I will explain this by comparing the words desire and need. <div>Need is an unreasonable expectation. We only really need a few things to survive. We need air, water, food, etc... If we do not get these things we will die. You don't need one particular person to survive. If you loose your lover you will not die. If you feel like you will or want to die that is because you have unreasonable expectations. Remove your expectation and you will remove the pain. <div>Desire is the feeling or wish to have or do something. But if we don't get what we want we can move on to something else and be flexible. Hence having a reasonable expectation. <div>Desire is very important. It is what fuels us to get better and advance. We would have never gone to the moon or developed cloning if our brilliant scientists didn't have desire. But our strong desire must be balanced with reason. We must understand that we don't always get what we want and sometimes we have to change our plans to acheave our goals. It's not easy to balance but it does help prevent us from hurting our selves and being disappointed. <div>That is where I feel the Buddhists have fallen short in there thinking about desire. As I understand they feel it better to avoid desire so one does not get attached and be disappointed when we lose what we desire. I feel that is being mentally lazy. I feel that is good to have desire as long as we are not so attached to our desires that we hurt ourselves when we lose the thing we desire.We should be able to desire anything, not to be a afraid to loose it and feel joy even after loosing all the things we desire. <div> <div>The lack of diverse sources of pleasure <div>Can you think of a kind of person who has very few sources of pleasure? The fact that they only have one or very few sources of pleasure can be a great source of pain. I am talking about a drug addict. When we have only one or very few sources of pleasure we can behave in many ways like a drug addict. <div>The typical situation is when we fall so deeply in love with another that we only get pleasure from our lover. When we are alone we seem to forget how to give ourselves pleasure and we become lonely and depressed. If we loose our source of pleasure in such a state of mind we behave just like a drug addict in a desperate search for a fix. Haven't we gotten together with another lover right after a break up and later regret it as we realize we didn't make a good choice. We had hooked up with a new lover "on the rebound"on the rebound"in a desperate attempt to replace the previously lost source of pleasure. Another scenario is where we are so desperate for pleasure that in our rage we hurt mentaly or worse physicaly the person that refuses to give us pleasure. Obvioulsy these are extream cases but clearly show what happens when we don't have many sources of pleasure. <div>When we behave like a drug addict we loose ourselves in one (or very few) sources of pleasure. We look to give ourselves pleasure while not having any hope of getting some from anything else in our lives. We just seem to forget that there are many other pleasures in life when we become addicted to one or few. We get a lot of pain when we use love like a drug addicts use drugs. So why don't we know any better? Why do we keep torturing ourselves and repeating the same paterns? <div><div align="center"><img src="http://slowtears.jeeran.com/pic3.jpg" border="0" /> </div> <div>Infinite love Infinite love <div>Infinite love means that one does not need to limit ones love to one person. Just like you can love two friends, two brothers or sisters or your parents why not two girlfriends or boyfriends. It is true our cultures have establish rules about what is ok to do with parents and siblings and what is ok with lovers. But the love we feel for family comes from the same place in our brain as the love from a lover. Remember earlier I mentioned that love is simply a repeated pleasure we received with a person over a period of time. love is so important to make our culture progress. All I want to do is to love infinitely. Its not easy considering our throw away, materialistic, jealous culture. I think considering all the pain I used to go threw in my relationships, before I learned about my present philosophy I know now I am definitely on the right track. I am happier then I have ever been and I keep learning everyday how to improve even more my happiness threw love. <div><div align="center"><img src="http://slowtears.jeeran.com/10037759.jpg" border="0" /> </div>Forever love? <div>Its foolish to think that one can love a person forever. Marriages in Western countries only work 50% of the time. It would probably be much less if there where no social pressures to keep people together (family, money, children etc...). The reason is that people naturally grow and change. If they grow together then that is great but most naturally grow in different directions. The time varies depending on many factors. There is nothing bad about growing and changing. You must be partners only as long as you are both happy. And we must be wise and separate before hate sets in. Marriage in most cultures does not permit such freedom so I don't think its the best formula to make a partnership work. <div>Making love and nudity <div>Making love is one of the best ways to communicate love to another person. Remember the pleasure alarm? Well when one makes love and gives an orgasm, we give our partners pleasure alarm the highest natural sensation possible. Nothing natural can top it. Since I think that pleasure is so important for life, it goes without saying sex is also important. Why is sex so bad? Its a very natural thing. We have all sorts of ideas about sex because of our education and our experiences. The problem is we can't choose our education and we don't learn to look at our experiences objectively. If you have a bad first sexual experience does that mean all sex after that will be the same? Of course not but some people think <div>First of all you should learn about your own body sexuality. That means you need to masturbate. There is nothing dirty or unhealthy about masturbating. If you are to become a good lover and to enjoy your sexuality you must learn how to get an orgasm. If you don't know how to get an orgasm yourself how can you teach your partner how to give you an orgasm. When one knows well ones own body, one can tell others what you know. <div>The body. The most beautiful thing created on earth in my opinion. 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I love you so much and i promise to make you the happiest man that had ever been on that planet.All what i need is to suport our love with faith of God . I believe on you and love you as never any womna loved a man .I promise to make our house the most amazing , comfortable, relaxing , lovely house.LOVE YOU SWEETHEART<img src="http://mi.bpcdn.us/BlinkieLove203/blinkie-ILoveYou13.gif" border="0" /> <img src="http://www._cherry_girl_.blogger.com.br/ilove_you.gif" border="0" /><a href="http://www.espace-martial.com/album/data/media/28/IloveU3.jpg" /><a href="http://www.espace-martial.com/album/data/media/28/IloveU3.jpg">   <img src="http://zip.250free.com/M/ILoveYou.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://www.acbm.com/virus/num_16/images/IloveU.gif" border="0" />   <img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/060103/060103LOVE015_prv.gif" border="0" />   <img src="http://www.miraclebeam.com/el_badges_animations/EL132_ILoveYou.gif" border="0" />  <img src="http://www.zeccolaphoto.com/Bride_and_groom_kiss_202.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://robertwatcher.com/images/lovestory.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.fajardoinn.com/images/bride-groom-beach.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.photographik.org/States/Colorado/profiles/beth_images/side_panel_photo.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.photographik.org/States/Washington/Seattle/profiles/side-images/bride_groom1.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.iyotetsu.co.jp/kaikan/wedding/img/weding_i.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.lordthompsonmanor.com/bride_groom_kissing_outside2.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://oconnorphotography.com/images/large/weddings_img_8522.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.theweddingshowcase.com/images/bride_groom_kiss.gif" border="0" /> <img src="http://www.wedding-chapels.com/images/Toasting_Bride-Groom.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.weddingconcierge.info/images/bride_and_groom_kiss-cropped.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.derekgoodwin.com/weddings/GALLERY/bride-groom/1-church-doorway-kiss.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.winstonboyer.com/carmelweddingphotography/images/Wedding%20Picture%20Gallery/Bride%20and%20Groom/images/Kiss_2.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://weddingconsulting.net/v-web/gallery/albums/Wedding-Savvy-Gallery/Kiss_at_the_top_of_the_stairs.sized.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.photoart.ca/imgs/couples-4-big.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.theweddingimage.com/images/Bride&Groom/Kiss.jpg" border="0" /><img src="http://www.beachceremoniesbyjules.com/Pictures/Edited/I-love-you-in-sand2005.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://www.vignettephotography.com/images/gallery/bride&groom_07.jpg" border="0" />          </a> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1418828 Sat, 29 Oct 2005 14:35 EST congratulate me http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1418183  <img src="http://www.vignettephotography.com/images/gallery/bride&groom_08.jpg" border="0" /> Hey all my friends. im sorry for being away these last monthes. i have been working as an english teacher . and i couldn't have time for zorpia. I have recent news.i"m in love and i 'll marry in january inshaa allah. would u congratulate me . and ask god to keep me safe. AS  i 'm wishing all the best for all of u.!!!! Your friend dosha.     Personal http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1418183 Fri, 28 Oct 2005 20:29 EST Ø£ÙƒÙˆÙ† Ø£Ùˆ Ù„Ø§ Ø£ÙƒÙˆÙ† http://www.zorpia.com/dandasha/journal/1393460 Ù‚Ø¯ ÙŠÙƒÙˆÙ† Ù‚Ù„Ø¨ÙŠ Ø§Ø¹ØªØ§Ø¯ Ø§Ù„ÙˆØØ¯Ù‡ ... Ù‚Ø¯ ÙŠÙƒÙˆÙ† ÙŠØ¯Ù…ÙŠÙ‡ Ø§Ù„ÙØ±Ø§Ù‚ ÙˆØªÙƒØ³Ø±Ù‡ Ø§Ù„Ù‡ÙÙˆØ§Øª ... Ù‚Ø¯ ÙŠÙƒÙˆÙ† Ù…Ø§Ù‚ÙˆÙ„Ù‡ ÙˆØ§Ù‚Ø¹ Ø§Ùˆ Ø®ÙŠØ§Ù„ .... Ù‚Ø¯ Ø§ÙƒÙˆÙ† Ø§Ø¹Ù„Ù… Ø§Ùˆ Ù„Ø§ Ø§Ø¹Ù„Ù… .... Ù‚Ø¯ Ø§ÙƒÙˆÙ† ÙˆÙ‚Ø¯ Ù„Ø§ Ø§ÙƒÙˆÙ† ... ÙˆÙ„ÙƒÙ† ÙƒÙ„ Ø§Ù„Ø°ÙŠ Ø§Ø¯Ø±ÙƒÙ‡ ÙˆØ§Ù„Ø°ÙŠ Ø§Ø´Ø¹Ø± Ø¨Ù‡ Ø§Ù†ÙŠ Ø¨Ø¯Ø§Øª Ø§Ø³Ø¦Ù… Ù‡Ø°Ù‡ Ø§Ù„ØÙŠØ§Ù‡ ... ÙˆØ¨Ø¯Ø§Øª Ø§ØÙ‚Ø¯ Ø¹Ù„Ù‰ Ø§Ù„Ø§ÙŠØ§Ù… ... ÙˆØ¨Ø¯Ø§Øª Ø§Ø¨ÙƒÙŠ Ù…Ù† ÙƒÙ„ Ø§Ù„ÙƒÙ„Ù…Ø§Øª ... Ø§ØµØ¨ØØª ÙƒØ§Ù„Ø§ØºØµØ§Ù† ØªÙ…Ø§ÙŠÙ„Ù†ÙŠ Ø§Ù„Ø±ÙŠØ§Ø ... Ù„Ø§ Ù„Ù„ØØ²Ù† ÙˆÙ„Ø§ Ù„Ù„ÙØ±Ø Ø¹Ù†Ø¯ÙŠ Ø¹Ù†ÙˆØ§Ù† ... 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