lust

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LOVE AND LUST Love and Lust ----- Love is something devine falls from the heaven to earth It expects nothing for it but It renders everything to others including itself Love never ends in lust but it grows as affection and respect Lust expects to exploit others to satisfy it's needs Matured love becomes grace lust may not be so Lust spoils the character and life when it develops as aggressive Love never feeds the violence but Lust grows in violence and feeds violence To my Younger generation! have a love to smash the lust Pave the way to peace and take this world to that end

lust

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LOVE AND LUST Love and Lust ----- Love is something devine falls from the heaven to earth It expects nothing for it but It renders everything to others including itself Love never ends in lust but it grows as affection and respect Lust expects to exploit others to satisfy it's needs Matured love becomes grace lust may not be so Lust spoils the character and life when it develops as aggressive Love never feeds the violence but Lust grows in violence and feeds violence To my Younger generation! have a love to smash the lust Pave the way to peace and take this world to that end

abbey

								The Gome had a large part to play in the history of Dale Abbey, for not only did she add to the hermit's chapel in Depedale but she also persuaded her nephew to found a monastery there. However, it took four attempts before Dale Abbey got off the ground, as it were. From about 1170 to 1200, three different sets of canons (who, like monks, took the three vows of poverty, chastity and obedience, but
						were also ordained priests) tried to establish a monastery at Dale. They all failed, basically because the land was still forest and they had nowhere to grow crops or pasture animals, and were too poor to survive. Around 1200 though, the situation improved, and a handful of canons set up the Abbey. These were Premonstratensian canons, an order founded by St. Norbert at Premontre in France. They wore unbleached white habits and lived an austere, strictly disciplined life of worship, service and hard work. The inauguration service of the Abbey dedicated to Saint Mary, was held on the 15th August 1204. The basic builing took about a hundred years to complete but other buildings were added and improvements made throughout the Abbey's working life. As abbeys go, Dale was medium-sized: it housed an abbot plus twenty-three canons in its heyday, dwindling to fifteen or sixteen in latter years. At least four of these would not normally be in residence as they served as parish priests to the churches of Stanton-by-Dale, Kirk Hallam, Ilkeston and Heanor. The Abbey was self-supporting and self-sufficient. Over the years benefactors gave farms to it, which were worked either by lay-brothers attached to the Abbey or leased out to local farmers. (When the Abbey was dissolved in 1538 it owned some 24,000 acres of land.) The canons spent some of their time growing vegetables and herbs, and some were in charge of lay-brothers manning the bakery and the brew house. The Abbey owned many mills, most of which can no longer be traced. Seven services were held each day, beginning at 2a.m. and ending at 6p.m., and canons were expected to spend several periods of their day reading, studying and meditating on the gospel. The sick were well cared for in the infirmary-the canons using both herbal medicines and the power of prayer in their healing ministry. The Abbey never turned away a visitor, whether rich or poor, but welcomed, fed and shared its peace with all guests. It is wonderful to see the three ministries of worship, healing and hospitality returning again to Dale, as God renews the work of Church and Abbey here. Henry VIII suppressed the monasteries in and around the year 1538. They were closed and their assets were sold off. The money went to the Crown. The vast majority of Dale Abbey's belongings, and the site itself, were sold to Francis Pole of Radbourn, near Derby. These included the furnishings and equipment even down to the smallest item.

winter

Listening
I like the quiet on a winter's day;
it has so much to say.
It brings with it new ideas that
ordinarily wouldn't come my way.
Stillness - broken only by the whistle of a
far-off train or the ticking of the clock;
Stillness is when my mind and I never
feel the need to talk.
Eyes see more; thoughts are new;
wonder plays a part;
For in the stillness I hear those things
that are deep within my heart.

new day

At dawn, through my opened window,
I gazed upon a breathless,
And heart-stopping sight.

On the horizon in front of me,
Appeared an aurora of mystical lights,
Reflecting deep into the cavities and,
Ridges of the surrounding mountains.

Before me shown the early light,
Penetrating the morning mist,
As it caused perpetual golden rays
To illuminate through the highest
Mountain peaks,
Awakening the earth below.

As I peered closely,
Brilliant colors of light
Stretched upward,
Like fingers on a hand
Into the yet, dawning sky.

Oh, as I gazed at this precious sight,
Time itself seemed to be waiting,
And wanting to grasp hold of
The first beams, that would burst forth
From the East and to witness,
The suns smile beckoning
"The Brand New Day. "

oh dear eh

When love was youthful it came my way,
But I had not the time to play.
I sent it skipping down the street,
And love and it's laughter beat a hasty retreat.

Love tried to enter but I didn't relent.
I said, "Go away!", and away it went.
Love came again and knocked on my door.
I did not answer.....so it tried no more.

Even though my life went well,
Love did not come again to dwell.
Not in my life or in my shell,
I had really shunned it well.

As I sit alone in the dark of the night,
Memories of the past take flight.
And if the true story were to be told
Oh, love how I'd welcome you
Now that I'm old.

choice

Life is full of choices
Make sure you pick the right one
Don't listen to the voices
Hear only yours and you have won

Many people will tell you
You need to change your looks
Don't take to heart their view
Fabulous bods are found only in books

There is only one voice
That you should listen to
It will help make the right choice
That is perfect just for you

Your looks are your own
Someone will always love you
You will never be alone
Look in the mirror and you'll see who

me

You don't know how I'm feeling.
I have yet to vocalize
Desire deep inside me.
Can you see it in my eyes?

I tremble when I'm near you
Heat travels up my thighs
and I want you with an urgency
That I just can't describe.

Dare I reach out to touch you?
Do you think you'd realize
How much I want and need you?
Can you see it in my eyes?

I long to say, "I love you,"
But am scared of your reply.
Terrified like a child
I've become paralyzed.

The camouflaged emotions
Lead to pain and silent cries.
And yet I just can't tell you.
Don't you see it in my eyes?

Confessing through this poem
My dilemma summarized.
The feeling's quite cathartic,
But will lead to my demise.

LONLEY

All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I. My birds have flown up and gone They have built their own nests, On the trees of foreign lands My tree is lonely and leafless- We look at each other tree & I.

THE WORLD TO DAY

The world today, There is alot of afflictions in the world today, Seeing that I got quality, This is my taste, That they can do anything, Just beware of that event, Just realise that we are all heavenly, This is what I learned, By your law, I came and saw what was written, This is that Sanctuary, You arethe heavenly thought, In my awakening mind, Come and treat me right, Since your word never meant to deceive me, This is the official thought, That by word of faith you are never deceiving, In all the hard lessons, Come to heal me, End all the everyday grievance, It is by law of faith that I'm made, Sincerely every word that you spoke, Came unto me as a great understanding.

im looking for mr right

For all my sisters out there looking and searching with all their might,
for that perfect man out there everyone calls MR. RIGHT.

Most of the MR. RIGHT's have the same first name, So, during all that searching High and Low,
this is the one thing you really need to know.

Sisters be sure when you find MR. RIGHT, do one more checking and you'll find that it pays,
to make sure on his birth certificate his first name is not ALWAYS!

Because MR. ALWAYS RIGHT, means he's going to always argue and you don't need that fight.
So, if his full name is ALWAYS RIGHT, run away sisters, with all you might!

im so thick eh

A night alone, just me and the remote.
A new 55-inch big screen,
Yes, my friends they would gloat.
HDTV ready, twenty speakers with Dolby sound.
Careful with the volume,
So I won't knock the walls down 600 channels,
that is what the installer promised me.
Then he hooked up the cable and satellite to my TV.
Now for the big moment, a push of the power button.
I sat patiently, but alas no picture or sound 'there was nothing!
I ran to the TV, to see what had gone wrong.
I checked all the cables.
'What the heck is going on?'
Angry, upset, sitting on the floor looking down,
The desire struck me to throw the lot around.
Taking a deep breath, I mumbled'
'Your not going to win!'
But looking over the mess' where do I begin?
Putting everything back, starting with the TV,
Soon the real problem became apparent to me.
From behind the couch was a cable, black and thin.
It was the extension cord...and it wasn't even plugged in.

gypsy blood in me

If foky kek jins bute,

Ma sal at lende;

For sor'e mush jins chomany,

That tute kek jins.

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Translation:

Whatever ignorance men may show,

From none disdainful turn;

For every one doth something know,

Which you have yet to learn

childhood memory

There was only a void, no memory

Only a vague image she could see

Shapes moving in a dull grey mist

A ring of stones set around a cyst

Hillside opening, and dark caves

Light moving, a hand that waves

Sparkling dust shining on a road

Grey hooded figure along it strode

Then the farmhouse, the babies cry

A tinkle of laughter, in joy, a sigh

Into the cradle, she was gently laid

Childhood memories now do fade.

Ojibwa Prayer

earth

Life pulses throughout Her land,
Covered by rich harvest and fertile beauty -
Time as deep as ocean and as infinite as sand rippling harmony and
complexity; Her duty
Her life and wisdom rides the breeze,
As her mercy and strength evaporates.
Man's creation reigns; devastation, disease
>From invention of the wheel; we've industrialized our fates.
War and meaningless death - what extinction it creates.
Her rivers of life are running dry
As She watches Her children lead Her to die.
She feels the gentle wind of Her own failing breath,
And from Her eye a final tear does glisten.
It saddens Her to know we orbit our own death.
We've always known the way - her voice; if only we would listen.

weep

Little flower on a stem
Rosebud about to bloom
Trees reaching toward the sun
What will happen to them soon?
The Rainforests will disappear if
the slaughter never sleeps
Because of humans' greedy nature
Mother Earth now weeps

places i like to visit in derbyshire

me deep in thought

this is me,,, hello

Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same.

around my corner from my home

angel

Tears fall on my wings
My halo disappears
The brightness in my smile
It isn't there
The white in my dress fades
My skin goes pale
The tears that fall from my eyes
Is like rain on the world

The cloud I rest on is slowly degrading
I am falling from my happiness

Falling, Falling
to fast to see
my wings cant catch me now!
... I am a fallen angel

nottingham castle

Ah, we are here on the grounds of Nottingham Castle! Although the actual Castle is now a mansion, the site was a stronghold for centuries - since Roman times at least, when it was known as Caesar's Tower. A gust of breeze chills the back of your neck as you ascend the path to the entrance. Do we sense the presence of the ghost, curious as to who is about? And who IS the Ghost of Nottingham Castle, anyway? Is it the unfortunate "Lackland" King John? His mother, the captive Eleanor of Aquitaine? Or the spirits of the many noble and common souls who have expired in the dungeon? Some of our players have insisted that the ghost is really Henry II, who built onto William the Conqueror's motte-and-bailey castle - adding the 'King's bed chamber', a 'house for the King's falcons', and a great hall with aisles in the centre of the Middle Bailey which would hold parliaments and entertainments. At times Henry II also "held" his wife, Eleanor of Aquitaine, in confinement at Nottingham Castle.

the castle

nottingham castle

'To attack the Castle is an awesome task and you can only admire King Richard's valiant, almost reckless, attempt to storm it. Since the south and west cliffs are 130 feet high, the defenders only have to defend the north and east and if you look closely at the Castle's fortifications on these two sides you will find that the walls are very strong.

And the watch towers are regularly spaced ahead of the Castle wall putting any assailant well within range of the defenders' deadly arrows and missiles. This outer wall is 40 feet high and 15 feet thick at the bottom stretching 100 yards either side of the Castle gate and surmounted with battlements reinforced with six bastions at regular intervals. It would need a big siege engine to break through these walls.

Alternatively, you could storm the Castle gate but you would need to first cross the outer stone bridge over the ravine and overcome the drawbridge, not forgetting that the Castle gate is flanked by two drum towers with slit windows for firing arrows at you as you attack.

Forcing your way through the Castle gate is only the first step. At the top of the hill you will have to cross another bridge, followed by a moat with a drawbridge that has another gate for you to fight through, before you reach the main stronghold.

If by some miracle you have breached this gate you will face the impregnable keep. Built of squared stone 15 feet thick and cemented with mortar that sets like stone, the rectangular keep is four stories high with a tower at each corner and pilaster buttresses. There are no windows, only loop-holes through which defenders fire arrows at you.

You can only enter the keep from one direction - up an outside staircase at the top of which you'll find the first of three doors. The passage above the first door holds arrow-loops to enable defenders to snipe at you. Having battled past that, more arrows will come at you from a slit above the middle door before a flight of steps takes you up to the first floor. Confronting you now is a portcullis where boiling lead will pour down on your head from holes above the door.

Narrow steps take you up to the top floor and final stronghold usually occupied by the Governor who will fight to hold the Castle till his dying breath. Unless your name is Richard the Lionheart is advisable not to try and storm this formiddable

hello my friends

I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain
And it is always I fight for the welcome change
When it rains it pours on this heart of mine
So, I take the storms I feel to her each time.

But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain
Yet under her water her heart still doesn't change
She can walk away from what hangs overhead
And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid.

Not in her storm have I ever felt alone
Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home
It's for me that she pushes away her own rain
So, that I may find comfort in calling her name.

She lives in this world for the sake of another's heart
God, how she eases the miles when worlds apart
And she never wanders when your world falls through
Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.

She has wings that I know not only I can see
Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me
It's the way that the eyes can surely view
How her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.

Not in her storm is her work ever done
And even in her storm she hands me the sun
When her world is dark - I always have light
And now how I hold the new color of night.

She takes then she gives to an unhappy face
So that many can find an awesome place
I have been able to love her more every day
And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.

Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath
Could ever change what I hold here inside of me
Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch
To that angel out there, I love her so much.

friends

The weave of romance, friendship and love
Always alive, moving with the two
Their hopes and sharing
The strength and warmth
Each can give Each can be free
And then the play unfolds
When each can
Live for the other
Nurturing and inspiring
Only the problems unforgiven
Could end . . .

The rainbows and real fun
The times outdoor and flush
With each other and breezes
The light fills both lives
A beach is the edge of their one heart
The sky the cover of the naked
Excitement and delight
In giving
Giving
Giving
If it isn't giving
It isn't living

where i live

Dale Abbey

Dale Abbey is situated 3 miles South West of Ilkeston off the A6096 road, 6 miles North East of Derby. Once known as Depedale this tranquil little village contains a tiny church, a pub, a school and the remains of an abbey founded here by Augustinian monks in the 13th century.

The curious little church of All Saint's, measuring just 26feet by 25 feet, probably one of the smallest in the country, shares a roof with an adjoining farmhouse. The church dates back originally to the mid 12th century, altered in 1480, to give it it's present form. It contains a pulpit that dates from 1634 and the whole interior appears rather crammed with it's box pews and open benches. The farmhouse was once possibly used as an infirmary for the Abbey. For some time before 1820 it was used as a pub called the Blue Bell, the bar being used as a vestry, with a door into the aisle. It was rebuilt in 1883.

Behind the church is an ancient area of woodland containing beech, ash, oak and lime trees. Situated in the wood is Hermit Cave, hewn out of the sandstone cliff by a 12th century Derby baker who wished to live a life as a recluse. It is well preserved, measuring six yards by three with a doorway, two windows, a peephole and a niche for a light. A story goes that, one day when Ralph Fitz-Geremund had come from Normandy to hunt in his English woods, he found the hermit, and, touched with pity for his poverty, gave him not only the site of the hermitage but a tithe of this mill at nearby Borrowash. Then the hermit built himself a more pretentious oratory and a cottage to end his days.

The Abbey was a house of Premonstratensian Canons, founded about 1200 and completed about 1250, growing in importance and wealth until it's dissolution in 1538. All that remains is a 40ft high chancel window standing in a grassy field. Excavations have shown the church to have possessed transepts 100ft in length, a crossing tower, a cloister 85 ft square and a nave of unknown length. Some of the remains of the building can be found in houses around the village.

There is a village school and a pub on the main road called the Carpenters Arms. Not far away is the 18th century Cat and Fiddle windmill, the only one left of its kind in Derbyshire.

angel

Love ruled the day when the angels came to meet
Sweeping them up and off of their feet
Neither of them knowing what the future would bring
Two hearts together and one diamond ring
Today it’s a promise, so sweet and so pure
Together forever, for love shall endure

A blessing from above, this story is told
A love to last a lifetime and a hand to hold
It was no accident that this came to be
Now you must realize that it really takes three
So, go hand and hand to a future unknown
Knowing that with the Lord, you will never be alone

With the angels still near and dear to the heart
This couple shall prosper and never grow apart
For it’s not always the eye that is the first to see
What really matters in life and what is meant to be
So remember that to love is time well spent
And what brought you two together was heaven sent

hello

There are two ways of spreading light...
To be the candle,
or the mirror that reflects it.

caves near where i live

a russian (hello)

i will do different hello in different language for you every day Здравствуйте! Hello!

test friends

Life is a test,
Your journey a quest.
I know you feel stressed,
The world’s weight on your chest.
Of our Lord I make an earnest request,
that He’ll give you nothing but His best.
His love into others each day please invest,
Faith guarantees us He’ll take care of the rest.

hello just a nice welcome to my blog

There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within,
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin.

There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;
we have no strength to smile.

There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me;
wraps us up in all it's splendor,
lifts us up and sets us free.

There are days when
sorrow wraps us
in its cloak of grief and fear,
'till our hearts ache to the breaking,
'till our eyes can't shed a tear.

There are days when
love bestows us
with its wonderment and light;
with its beauty and its mystery,
its power and its might.

And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift,
the precious gift of Friends.

friends

Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
You entered, bringing light and life to me,
The vivid colors, painted with a swirl
Of wit and charm, of personality,
With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
I look upon them fondly, bringing forth
A thankfulness that you walk in these halls
With me; our friendship has become a part
Of my world now; it has its special place,
Within my being, life, and in my heart,
Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.
Rememb'ring just how drab these walls had been,
I have to thank you for the light, my friend.

hello

hya ,this is my blog so welcome