Oasis.

[ozzie male]

Wowee

How delicious was that !! And fancy being 37 = we have speed limits lower than that Ah well, moonlit nights.

XOXO

 

[ozzie male]

H B !

Sad that we’ve come to this, me having to post a public message -- yet I do understand. Thank you for your considered four page letter. I counted 16 accusations, only one of which was correct = you know I met Donna with whom I shared a cup of coffee on Sat Apr 8 2000 for one hour. Every other allegation totally erroneous. As usual Rich was wrong, as were Fracas and 6ie or 6 of 9 or whatever or Jetski and whomever else you pc'd. Anyway, water under the bridge as I no longer frequent any chat-room and now use the Internet only for work related activities.

I sincerely and genuinely wish you the happiest for # 47 and a wonderful V Day. You share your birthday with Jim Kelly + Meg Tilly!

Fondest love ,
XOXOXOXO

 

[Memoir]

.....

 

[SpiritKitty]

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

~ Christina Rosetti

 

[Namaste]

November, 2004

I thought of you this evening. Largely because the prevailing weather conditions are not dissimilar to those of November 2004. Brisk and cool, a chill in the air. Leaves falling from the trees, swirling like whirling dervishes.

I'm happy now, or what passes for it. So -- same, same...but different.

I still remember your blazing eyes as you told me it was over, that you could no longer be part of us. And while the madness and sadness unfolded around me I couldn't help but notice the business of the falling cherry blossoms. So much beauty amongst so much insanity.

Life's like that. Insanity amongst beauty. Function versus form. Dreams versus reality.

But some things never die. Love, I think, is one of them. No matter what transpires, it defines us.

To you, my friend.

You know.

 

[ozzie male]

How lovely !

Thank you, Annie. I got home from work yesterday at my ususal time of 11pm and, for the first time in months, had a quick peek in here. I truly appreciate your nice words = you're a lovely person. Hope things are good for you and yours.


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for Matthew, and peace to you.



Goodbye, my prince of tides.
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[ozzie male]

omg

Was that YOU in disguise in WCool just now? Why didn't you say hello and just be yourself? Ah well...

xoxo

 

[ozzie male]

Thanks

You well and truly know by now how totally unreliable I am. There is absolutely no point in going over old ground that we’ve canvassed, sometimes ad nauseum, since 1999. I rarely have time these days to venture into any chat room or use the Internet from home.

ANYWAY, I was searching for you the other day to thank you, most sincerely, for your kind thoughts re Matthew. Oh, and to also express my deep appreciation for those CDs that I finally began trawling through. Meant such a great deal and made me feel all squishy.

Thank you again…darling.

 

[Memoir]

.....

 

[ozzie male]

Wow !

Congratulations on your fantastic website. I wondered why you capitaliSed some words in the mission statement then later realised the reason. From concept stage to fruition must have taken many hours of agonising work. Well done. I'm very proud of you.

om xoxo

 

[Memoir]

.....

 

[ozzie male]

NO game

If you'd rather I not give a compliment when one's due, so be it. You apparently mistook my intentions. I thought we could at least be friends.

 

[ozzie male]

Critic

As an officially registered website critic, I think it would be nice to see a smiling family pic of you, or two of you, or five of you. Something to add a personal touch and make your place special. See? I can be nice sometimes.

 

[Memoir]

.....

 

[ozzie male]

os in photographs

I rarely dream although I did last week. Facial cheeks were held closely together and the closeness was unbelievable. I awoke calling your name but, mercifully, another slumbered on. Too much water has flowed beneath the bridge for things to change yet feelings always simmer beneath the surface. Thank you for still caring. I do.

om xoxo

 

[ozzie male]

Wise Up

It's not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though,
By now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up

You're sure
There's a cure
And you have finally found it
You think
One drink
Will shrink you 'til you're underground
And living down
But it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up

Prepare a list of what you need
Before you sign away the deed
'Cause it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
So just...give up

 

[Namaste]

My Secret Life.

Sometimes I wonder if you ever think of me. How we were. Perhaps I dreamed it and perhaps you never loved me at all. Certainly there's not a glimmer of any memory from you on the rare occasions we meet or talk. It makes me sad because if it's true, there is no love. Just obsession. That's what unrequited love is called. And if there was love? We sacrificed two hearts and one life together for Lord knows what. Perhaps Leonard knows. He certainly sings it like it is.

I don't think I'll ever see you again.

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

 

[Memoir]

.....

 

[ozzie male]

Back to this, huh...

...posting impersonal messages. So be it. Epigrammatic explanation is deserved. Home computer now accessed every third day only. Any contact, while welcome, at an awkward time. Acute lumbar strain is my affliction, worsened by babysitting Friday and Saturday nights, after a whole day umpiring. And the operative word is acute.

Talk again one day.

 

[ozzie male]

No pretending

The lily from me is more than just a little.

 

[ozzie male]

Hello

Just saying Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ... because I can.

om

 

[ozzie male]

Can

A climax. I remember having one of those. Loooooong time ago.

Hope you're well

 

[Byron In Exile]

Lord Byron: To Time

Time! on whose arbitrary wing
The varying hours must flag or fly,
Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring,
But drag or drive us on to die —

Hail thou! who on my birth bestow'd
Those boons to all that know thee known;
Yet better I sustain thy load,
For now I bear the weight alone.

I would not one fond heart should share
The bitter moments thou hast given;
And pardon thee, since thou could'st spare
All that I loved, to peace or heaven.

To them be joy or rest, on me
Thy future ills shall press in vain;
I nothing owe but years to thee,
A debt already paid in pain.

Yet even that pain was some relief,
It felt, but still forgot thy power:
The active agony of grief
Retards, but never counts the hour.

In joy I've sigh'd to think thy flight
Would soon subside from swift to slow;
Thy cloud could overcast the light,
But could not add a night to woe;

For then, however drear and dark,
My soul was suited to thy sky;
One star alone shot forth a spark
To prove thee — not Eternity.

That beam hath sunk, and now thou art
A blank; a thing to count and curse,
Through each dull tedious trifling part,
Which all regret, yet all rehearse.

One scene even thou canst not deform;
The limit of thy sloth or speed
When future wanderers bear the storm
Which we shall sleep too sound to heed:

And I can smile to think how weak
Thine efforts shortly shall be shown,
When all the vengeance thou canst wreak
Must fall upon — a nameless stone.

 

[Memoir]

.....

 

[ozzie male]

How horrid!

Don't try to start a feud with me, sir. I'm far too intelligent to stoop to the level of petty idiocy that you display rather widely upon numerous boards.