About Me

Everything beautiful reminds me of you. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. Wherever you go, my heart goes with you. I like everything about you!

Your beauty lays bare in the sweetness of your voice and the melodies you play, which unveiled the depth of your gentle heart and soul ...so pure and innocent... I've never met a woman so lovely, so gentle, so delicate like the petals of a rose, so decently pure, intelligent, gifted and yet so humble. I have experienced your quieting influence, smoothing out tiredness of everyday living with your divinely tender smiles .

YOU ARE YOUR MUSIC AND YOUR WORDS: SOULFUL

I read the following in Flickr , several posters responded and invited you to join their poetry club, they did not know, you are truly hurting in real life!

" I'm losing form, breaking apart. It's a curious sensation. Particles furthest from the center separate and drift away. Where once I was a corporeal body with clear borders and delineations, I'm losing definition, becoming transient, ghostly, vaporous. Only sorrow, vague hope breathing its last gasp, holds me together. I imagine when I let it go, I will go up like a puff of smoke, breaking apart, drifting upwards and scattering in the breeze. It's a curious sensation, this draining away. You defined me."

I don't mind your anger, but angry at what,? Our pains persist.. I sleep on it, as it tears me apart inside; you move on, I am trying too. I think of everything at once all the good all the bad and anger drives me, I am trying to push aside the pains with the strength I gained from a lifetime of sufferings

You blame me all the times, eventually it wins, crushing me alive.

I'm writing poetry,watching the lake in the night from above

the lake 's rim glitters, the night is cold with the moonlight being so bright. or is it my cold heart?

The moon moves and hides into the clouds and darken the blacks so much of the image falls into nothingness and comes again. I bare my soul to the moon , beat my chest and silently let my tears flow,

I blame my health, the reasoning I developed through the years are least effective means but I have to deal with the pains but yet every time it comes about and taunts me with its logic and insane bantering, I told myself, stop, crying, stop thinking, stop feeling, stop living, just for awhile

I woke up alone, it's 3:30 am with a sad dream, I looked down to the lake from the top of the hotel , the stillness and quiet night haunt me. What have I done to my life ? A piece of me dies, here I feel so alone that nothing else matters.

I asked the moon, Can I live without the pain ? When can I exist out in this void to be free? I am alone, locked in a place where nothing exists but me.

Hotel guests down the other levels might be wondering who playis sad music that creeps, finds its way from the top of the world to the air of the East.? I become dependernt on it now, it's all I have to close the gaping wounds that I created for myself and time has left up to me to mend.

I have so much to say to the moon while I sit here crying, not knowing what to say, what to type. I wanted more than anything to be close to someone, anyone, maybe it will make my fears go away forever. I hurt you in trying to fill the emptiness of the void that I hide in. I just want it to stop. The pain has done its damage and now as I type I cry alone.

I COMMENTED ON YOUR FLICKR POST , TOLD YOU NOT TO BLAME YOURSELF FOR THE END OF THE NET RELATIONSHIP

pythagoras1 says: Turn your mind away from him and his friend, away from mental scenarios where you see yourself not loved. You are not alone!

Do not blame yourself for what happened to the relationship. You confided your fears and he betrayed your trust for his own glorification, to save himself, he is weak and not a man enough ,

You are a very lucky woman. I watched videos of your travel to poor countries with your brother one night when he invited me for a few drinks:-) I've seen that you saw children begging for foods, famine, and hunger.. .people who are dead to themselves since so rarely conscious of anything other than surface life. I've seen how you touched the face of a dirty street kid and you wiped your tears...

I remember when I was talking to all sorts of people when I was a volunteer on the criseslines, listening to them when they were down or suicidal, ordinary people easy to dismiss in the street as leading nothing lives, that every single one had a sad story to tell.

Your brother knows how my parents struggled to send me to Law School, the poorest in white American standard. My parents house was mortgaged and repossesed to finance my education and my mother died of a heart attack in our rented apartment.

I was affected deeply by it. I work hard, very hard now to stop the cycle of poverty for my future family. One afternoon a few days afterwards, I was alone under a tree on the university ground. I was watching the leaves fluttering in the breeze, dappling the sunlight, when a single green leaf fell to the ground and I cried remembering my mother, few more months and I will graduate... I wanted very much for my mother to see me graduate from the law school and to buy her a new home. I remember I inserted a note in her picture frame , " Mom, your home is in my heart"

My life was empty , I felt so alone. I watch people all the times,I try to see what their lives are made of, why my father stares at the photo of my mother, why he finds it so hard to forget her.

You are special. You give love in your simple human friendship to enrich my life. You are soulful, kind and tender. I can't get enough of you, I borrowed all your CDs from your brother...

I've seen that despite times of disenchantment and loneliness, you watched the butterflies with happiness in your eyes. Happinnes as state of mind haven’t gone away I've seen how you looked at your grand mother with so much love in your eyes,...and many more scenes showing a very kind and tender young woman...

You practically have everything, experienced how to be loved and protected by your loved ones and your friends. You are so beautiful inside and out and yet so humble. Count your blessings, promise of dawn (what a beautiful moniker)

In the future, perhaps I will get more of what I want, the lovely wife soulmate love of my life , then my life is complete.

Stay where you are,think of your loved ones to be sitting with you watching dawn light rises into the world and be happy because YOU ARE NOT ALONE