Thursday, April 22, 2010
Indoor Water Fountains - Craigslist post
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Personalized letters for children from Santa Claus
Click on the link.... http://www.santaletterz.com/
It's a personalized letter from Santa Claus for Children... And they donate to underprivileged kids!!
This amazingly special letter arrives in the mail letting the recipient child know he or she has been put on Santa’s Official Nice List. The letter is an 8.5 x 11 signed letter from the REAL Santa Clause. The letter also includes 2 fun games and a Gold Sticker.
So help out some kids aye!
just another one...
How many different words can be used to describe broken
The answer is three and their names are not too be spoken
For they have destroyed the most important part of me
Crushed and bruised, my once eager heart is now free
Now when something is completely ruined it cannot be used anymore
Hence it is free from the pain and the let down that love has in store
Free to go on without the awful burden of being a slave to my heart
Free to go on knowing that a once useless life is at a new start
Being broken and destroyed definitely has its perks
No more sorrow and sting, free from all kinds of hurts
Yes my friends I have decided that love just doesn’t work
It is a wicked game played by those with a secret smirk
For they have either blindfolded themselves not knowing what is really there
Or they have learned to be manipulative, cheating, and never truly fair
Now knowing the consequences of the game and the awfulness that lies in wait
I have chosen not to play, never to love again, I control my own fate!
Just like a dying phoenix from the ashes being reborn
The remnants of my heart are now closed and will never again mourn
Man on the bench
Man on the bench
By, Jack Beaudette
A wandering man his eyes a hue of loneliness
Sat next to me and I knew of his sadness
Amongst people he knew he masked his true soul
But here in the subway he was out of his role
A character completely lost and confused
Now sat here his heart obviously bruised
His hand shook and somehow he seemed to know
There was no chance of repair… he had reached a new low
Had he cultivated his own empty plot
Or had others shaped him into miseries mascot
Sitting there bleakly staring into space
I noticed a tear falling down his face
Looking around to see if any one else had seen
I sat there unnoticed as people went about their daily routine
The man was now gone and everything was clear
He was never really there, it had been my own tear
I had hoped this man wasn’t really me
But no matter what I did I was unhappy
I had over time torn every last sinew of hope
So I left the bench and continued down my lonely slope
As I walked away the man looked into my eyes
And I felt bad for him, but went on with my disguise
Santa Letters For Children
Click on the link.... http://www.santaletterz.com/
It's a personalized letter from Santa Claus for Children... And they donate to underprivileged kids!!
This amazingly special letter arrives in the mail letting the recipient child know he or she has been put on Santa’s Official Nice List. The letter is an 8.5 x 11 signed letter from the REAL Santa Clause. The letter also includes 2 fun games and a Gold Sticker.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
A poem I wrote about a girl...
DECISION
By: Jack Beaudette
- And her mind became unfettered,
Then glanced at her soul the weaker part
- The photo she never wanted to use.
Another days’ conclusion and he, useless,
- Finds nothing of value within.
No light no intrigue, his soul wants to protest
- The last flowers’ petal finally drowned.
A hole in his pocket he always tried to hide
- Somehow now suddenly lay exposed.
He loosened his grip and his belief and cried,
- Fates classical chef-d'oeuvre.
The hole was always there, he never believed,
- His once enamored mind the enemy.
It was all a masquerade what he once had perceived,
- The festivities were now revised.
As she walked home she slightly slipped on regret
- Her heart swiftly shackled by decision.
Lost and stumbling through streets they tried to forget
- Never to patch the hole or accept the photo.
A poem I wrote about how I felt
The resounding clarity of botched attempts at love echo forever through the broken pieces of my barren heart.
And with fervent appeal they endeavor to dissuade any expendable fixture of that which has been torn apart.
Like a plot reminiscent of an old Englishman’s tragic tale where love is an intangible unseen force sought after by those of chance.
Whilst in the end all the players who perceived had won life’s honor of conquering love’s twisted fate fell prey to its drowning deceiving trance.
Now a past compilation of once distant hopes and dreams illuminates my recollection of learned despair.
As my soul now enters its’ stygian calling no longer aflame nor awaiting any chance of repair.
Like the rhythmic clapping of the ocean complimenting the land in an altogether harmonious yet tumultuous appreciation.
Another delirious mindset of unanticipated reason inhibits my newborn thoughts and pollutes my now distant expectation