Clark kents not superman's Posts - TBD2024-03-28T12:46:03Zclark kents not supermanhttp://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/TheBrathttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2190198419?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://teebeedee.ning.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=1dq6fcvfkq4c8&xn_auth=noquestionstag:teebeedee.ning.com,2009-07-07:1991841:BlogPost:571332009-07-07T18:14:04.000Zclark kents not supermanhttp://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/TheBrat
Hi there how long has it been since we last spoke? Oh it must have been sometime now I bet. As you know from the last time that I had always wondered why you gave me this gift that at first seemed to be so wonderful and powerful,but yet i now seem to be asking you please take them away from me.Everyone is always saying that it was fiven to you for a reason but it always seems that when The moment happens that It becones to painful as well.Oh so many times I saw it coming and wondered if it was…
Hi there how long has it been since we last spoke? Oh it must have been sometime now I bet. As you know from the last time that I had always wondered why you gave me this gift that at first seemed to be so wonderful and powerful,but yet i now seem to be asking you please take them away from me.Everyone is always saying that it was fiven to you for a reason but it always seems that when The moment happens that It becones to painful as well.Oh so many times I saw it coming and wondered if it was real or not but when it did I began to ask myself " did i create it because i saw it happen or it happened because i saw it"Now that has been the question the last few years.Now all of a sudden I am leaving my body to transport myself to someone so close to me.To feel and touch them not sure if they know I am there feeling their warmth of the body and soul.It became a question which was ansewered when I had asked them the questions that needed proof of my visit,and sure enough they looked at me with such surprise that I just wanted to dissapear because it was getting to strong for me to control.Is this why the emptyness in my soul has been there for sometime now because of the need to help others with this or is it due to the sadness I feel for others for the lack of time to help others? Or am I just a lost soul with a gift that has been going around in circles?MMMMM how I wonder why so much good has felt like so much pain.As I lisen to you speak in the wisper of the winds I hear you speak to me but it so soft and delicate that im not sure if I have heard you right,but it seems like I have for sometimes the heart hears what the ears can not ,Heart see through the darkness for which the eyes can not see in the light.For the heart speaks for which the mind is to cluttered to say.To may words for such a simple ansewer I would think,less said more done,for life seems to work better when one looks to the smaller hole thatn a larger one because to much seems to come through it with to many distractions so I think,be the owl look into the darkness when things are much more quieter,be wise ,swift and strong.is she really out there?tag:teebeedee.ning.com,2009-07-07:1991841:BlogPost:571312009-07-07T18:13:12.000Zclark kents not supermanhttp://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/TheBrat
Did you ever look into someones eyes and begin to wonder if you had seen them once before,another time in which you had loved them many times over in a different place and time?I had wondered about that sometime ago as we met just the other day,for you turned to ask me a question as if i was hearing it in a strange language,but as i look to see you, and my eyes meet yours all words are lost in wonder.Why me?There are others around to help you ponder on your question. For I am just a wonderer in…
Did you ever look into someones eyes and begin to wonder if you had seen them once before,another time in which you had loved them many times over in a different place and time?I had wondered about that sometime ago as we met just the other day,for you turned to ask me a question as if i was hearing it in a strange language,but as i look to see you, and my eyes meet yours all words are lost in wonder.Why me?There are others around to help you ponder on your question. For I am just a wonderer in a new life and time not seeking other than my own answers.Have we met once before?For your eyes look so familar,I see a soul that is warm and caring but how can that be with in a second of a question?I had many dreams once of seeing someone I loved but no face to see,just the beauty in your of the heavens and the stars in her eyes.Did I ever once hurt you so that you may haunt me till I can see my way back to you,or did some disire to wonder the earth separate my heart from yours?I had asked you for forgiveness and how I miss you but never sure if my words were lost in the winds of time.I now know why I have returned for the lesson is pure and simple to remeber what love was really like.Pain the one thing that a soul can not bare but must need to grow and be stronger,to share ones inner most thoughts without ever to feel vulnable to ones opinion.A tear can mean many things and as I see you before me it is about how much I have missed you all this time, and want to touch your soul like I once did before.If you dare to see this once again and can hear the sounds of my words, I loved you then and I love you even more nowmy giving treetag:teebeedee.ning.com,2009-07-07:1991841:BlogPost:571292009-07-07T18:12:24.000Zclark kents not supermanhttp://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/TheBrat
This is the story of Max the tree,a tree that is so wonderious and giving that I had to give it a name,but instead when I become upset I start to see thing differently.I had wish Max the tree was with me today to help me feel safe and secure for Max is a tree so old and wise and arms that reach from one horizen to another,to form a perfect circle to hide and protect one who seeks it.I wish I was a sturdy and strong as he for Max must be as old as time its self able to stand alone and strong…
This is the story of Max the tree,a tree that is so wonderious and giving that I had to give it a name,but instead when I become upset I start to see thing differently.I had wish Max the tree was with me today to help me feel safe and secure for Max is a tree so old and wise and arms that reach from one horizen to another,to form a perfect circle to hide and protect one who seeks it.I wish I was a sturdy and strong as he for Max must be as old as time its self able to stand alone and strong when it seems like the winds of life push and pull you from end to end,but not Max rooted to mother earth never ready to budge no matter how hard one tries to hurt ole Max.Max taught me one thing which he seemed to see as an improtant way of life always be giving no matter hard the world may seem for you will live long and happy as he.Now as he told me his words of wisdom a tale of another story came to mind The Giving Tree,and I began to look at Max and asked him for is he the hero of that tale?He wispered very softly and said all of gods children are the giving tree as long as they can see within their hearts never to ask in return,So as sunset began to cover the warm spring day a hare came and sat beside me and Max and I realized that this is what Max had spoken about to help shelter and provide for those who may need it.I got up and hugged Max as if he was the grandfather I always wanted.I said thank you and farewell to both Max and the hare.So Max as sad and hurt as I feel at the moment thank you for you time to lisen to my sorrow and never asking for anything in rLosing a friendtag:teebeedee.ning.com,2009-07-07:1991841:BlogPost:571262009-07-07T18:11:45.000Zclark kents not supermanhttp://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/TheBrat
I just had the passing of two customers who were friends as well .On died a week or so before the other and with me not knowing about the one that just pass on mothers day weekend I had sent a card to her new address just for the hopes of cheering her up for she was in her late 80's.I returned home just the other day to find a small envelope waiting for me with her name on it,so I was at least happy that she had recived my card,but happiness turned to sorrow and a smile into a tear.She had just…
I just had the passing of two customers who were friends as well .On died a week or so before the other and with me not knowing about the one that just pass on mothers day weekend I had sent a card to her new address just for the hopes of cheering her up for she was in her late 80's.I returned home just the other day to find a small envelope waiting for me with her name on it,so I was at least happy that she had recived my card,but happiness turned to sorrow and a smile into a tear.She had just passed away a day before Mothers day.I just would like to share the card I recived so maybe some like myself can still have some hope that we have helped other without ever knowing.<br />
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"I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when the day is done.I'd like to leave an echo.....whispering softly down the ways of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun of happy memories that I leave behind when the day is done"<br />
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Considering what has been brought into my life both good and bad I must say that I have been blessed by agreat many people who I never realized I have helped without asking in return.Sleep well Mrs GaynorNot one momenttag:teebeedee.ning.com,2009-07-07:1991841:BlogPost:571232009-07-07T18:10:33.000Zclark kents not supermanhttp://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/TheBrat
Not one day in anyone's life is an uneventful day, no day without profound meaning, no matter how dull and boring it might seem,no matter whether you are a letter carrier or a queen, a shoeshine boy or a movie star, a renowed philospher or a downs syndrome child.Because in every day of your life, there are opportunities to perform little kidnesses for others, both by concious acts of will and unconscious examples.Each smallest act of kindness even just words of hope when they are needed, the…
Not one day in anyone's life is an uneventful day, no day without profound meaning, no matter how dull and boring it might seem,no matter whether you are a letter carrier or a queen, a shoeshine boy or a movie star, a renowed philospher or a downs syndrome child.Because in every day of your life, there are opportunities to perform little kidnesses for others, both by concious acts of will and unconscious examples.Each smallest act of kindness even just words of hope when they are needed, the rememberance of a birthday , a compliment that engenders a smile reverberates across great distances and spans opf time, affecting lives unknown to the one whose generous spirit was the sourse of the good echo,because kindness is passed on and grows each time it's passed,until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage years later and far away.Likewise,each small meanness ,each thoughtless expression of hatred,each envious and bitter act,regardless of how petty,can inspire others,and is therefore the seed that ultimately produces evil fruit,poisionig people whom you have never met and never will.All human lives are so profoundly and intricately entwined those dead, those living,those generations yet to come that fate of all is the fate of each,and the hope of humanity rest in every heart and in every pair of hands.Therefore,after every failure,we are obliged to strive again for success,and when faced with the end of one thing,we must build something new and better inthe ashes,just as from the pain and grief ,we must weave hope,for each of us is a thread critical to the strength to the very survival of the human tapestry.Every hour in our life contains such often unrecognized potential to affect the world that great days for which we,in our dissatifaction,so often yearn are already with us,all great days and thrilling possibilities are combined always in THIS MOMENTOUS DAY.( BARTHOLOMEWwho am itag:teebeedee.ning.com,2009-07-07:1991841:BlogPost:571162009-07-07T18:09:34.000Zclark kents not supermanhttp://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/TheBrat
Hi there its been sometime since I sat a wrote one of my wonderful blogs.The reason I write them when I do is to help me think through my life and to see it in words instead of through actions.I was out shooting some rolls of film trying to remember why I love being out doors so much when I began to feel so alone.I was walking among the Lilacas,and cherry blossoms,the smell was a mixture of both sweet and strange.The wind was blowing as lightly as a whisper when I was returning to a time of my…
Hi there its been sometime since I sat a wrote one of my wonderful blogs.The reason I write them when I do is to help me think through my life and to see it in words instead of through actions.I was out shooting some rolls of film trying to remember why I love being out doors so much when I began to feel so alone.I was walking among the Lilacas,and cherry blossoms,the smell was a mixture of both sweet and strange.The wind was blowing as lightly as a whisper when I was returning to a time of my childhood.When life was so simple yet so exciting,a what to learn and grow yet wanting to always be safe from harms way,to be like Superman but to live a life like Clark Kent.To be a strong person yet to always be a kid in trouble so that everyone knows that you walk a fine line of both good and bad.But here I am feeling like a Superman who has lost his kid inside,trying so hard to help those in need but looking to be saved himself.To wanting just to be Clark a man no one sees so that he may have a peaceful life full of joy and as little bit of sorrow.I soon began to learn that I was not the person everyone had always looked at me and saw, and the person I had always thought to be,but someone had seen a third person within me.Someone who told me that I too had more problems as a Clark Kent then I would have as a Superman.I had always wondered why these feeling have been with me since I was young,to feel the sadness of the world wondering why I saw little hope in us as a society,why we needed to break others hopes and dreams so that we may feel stronger than others.To control others thoughts and ideas because we are afraid of what they create,something of beauty or maybe their own success and another ones failure at trying.How someones fear is thrusted upon others as we are children and creates only frightend and controling individuals.So now after many roads traveled,and many stories told I have finally begun to see who I am what I am and what it has all been about.To all the wonderers who have walked along side of me till they took the fork in the road where we departed,I have always wanted to thank you for both the good times and bad,for all the storms we road out and sunny days that have finally arrived,and all the mountains we climed together so that we may seek out new land to travel and discover both together and alone.I love you all and miss you much and have learned a great deal along the way<br />
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pass it onday with my fathertag:teebeedee.ning.com,2009-07-07:1991841:BlogPost:571002009-07-07T18:06:44.000Zclark kents not supermanhttp://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/TheBrat
it seems like i wasnt suppose to write my last blog in for i was booted out of my blog before i even got to finish it.I am here in Florida on a vacation which as suppose to be morw to reenergize myself before heading back to New York but it turned out to be a healing trip between my father and my self.I was told my father has become more meaner than a rattle snake but that was nothing new to me for as a child and the middle one at that i was the one who recived all the insults and want not.So i…
it seems like i wasnt suppose to write my last blog in for i was booted out of my blog before i even got to finish it.I am here in Florida on a vacation which as suppose to be morw to reenergize myself before heading back to New York but it turned out to be a healing trip between my father and my self.I was told my father has become more meaner than a rattle snake but that was nothing new to me for as a child and the middle one at that i was the one who recived all the insults and want not.So i came here ready to be all stressed out with unwanted arguing and anything else that comes in a father and son relationship.I wish right now that i had smoked a bit to help write a bit more poeatic but i didnt,when i arrived i saw a lonely old man wanting to bid his time before its over and i need to know if what i was told was true so i held my breath and waited but to no avail which i was happy to see.As the week went on a sat and wondered why i was really here until yesterday before my trip to be with the dolphins I saw a movie which I have seen so often by so many writers and directors on familys coming together for the sake of one person,and I began to cry because it was my job to make my father finaaly hear the words he most likely always wanted to hearDAD YOU RE THE BEST FATHER ANYONE COULD HAVE.I sat there crying on how much in my life it really wasnt true but here i am the person who those who know me good bad happy sad kind mean lazy energenic everything for i am my fathers son.So here i am the one in the family who was berated into thinging i am worthless lazy and not worth the effort still alive and being me telling someone something that is not true so that in the end he can be happy.Yes I do sound angry but as i tell people i know when people need my help and thats when Superman appears and even my father needs a Superman in his life.So dad I do love you reguardless of all that has come and thank you for all that will be and i hope i too will find my Superman LOVEYOU ALWAYS DAD GOODBYE<br />
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