First United Methodist Church of Winter Park

F#*k me once, Shame on you!
F%*k me twice shame on me! oh thats not a poem lol
My bad...carry on!

Roses are red... violets are blue... When all else fails use voo doo!! haha

SOCIALBUTTERFLY wrote:

Roses are red... violets are blue... When all else fails use voo doo!! haha

roses are red..violets are blue...
Your little poem is ever so TRUE! ;)

yep

right are nuts lefts on crack
bob is dumb and a wimp in the sack.

take your tiny little lies, cause i
more friends than u, o horsie fly.

ok, it's time to put the bottle down! You've had waayyy to much!!

The screams I keep inside
All the tears I've cried
So I take this pill
Its enough to kill
My way to escape
Yet I'm still awake
Trembeling were I lay
Is this the only way
A bullet to the head
This guy he is now dead
Laying in his bed
----by:me

__Jenny__ wrote:

I do my thing
and you do your thing
I am not in this world
to live up to your expectations,
And you are not in this world
to live up to mine.
You are you
and I am I.
And if by chance
we find each other,
It's beautiful.
(This is from a really old poster my mom and dad have hanging on the wall of their bedroom.)

OMG i had the same poster.

did they also have a poster that said

fighting to end a war is like balling to end love.

You're Not A Cowboy
You're not a cowboy if you'll tell deceptive lies
lil white ones won't count, if with smiling eyes.
You're not a cowboy if you run your mouth a lot.
real cowboys love silent secrets, listen to why...
You may be wearing a twenty x felt hat or better,
that doesn't spell COWBOY with all those letters.
Are any childhood memories of Texas lingering
where you rode a bit, thought you're something?
Where has time gone, it's been over 20 years,
the last time on a horse made your spine tingle.
And if you'd see me covered in mud and muck,
you ole city boy, you'd smell why I'm still single.
It's the hair of the horse, the processed alfalfa,
sinking to knees in feasies, bustin ice in winters,
bucking wind in tight fittin hats, avoiding disaster,
a golden glow of full moons, flickering campfires.
It's the hawks overhead, the owls teaching you,
coyotes closing in but knowing they're back again,
within a spirit like a colt 44, I'll shoot them with truth
so they trick themselves without a means or end.
You're no cowboy in boots and tight fitting jeans,
any real cowboy's britches aren't shiney or new .
Without a herding dog, you don't get what I mean,
if animals aren't family, I want little to do with you.
You're no cowboy if you don't love the Great One,
if you think that he's some western TV Hero, oh no.
If money is more important than whatever you do,
you're nothing but a snake and seriously mistaken.
You're no cowboy if breathing carbon monoxide,
if a choice between freeway or freedom is hard.
It's the air surrounded by pines, taking your time,
packin a lunch, leather canteens, swattin bot bees.
It's a view next to the heavens on a higher ridge.
it's not a golden gate bridge crossing over water.
It's the butterfly, flowers, hard red pan soil, rocks,
sitting deep, loose, relaxed in trusting certainties.
It's the sweat and guts to ride straight up or down,
sliding on steep backsides, zig-zag through trees.
A horse's help swearing warnings not to go there.
You're not cowboy if you can't love these like me.
You're not a cowboy if you will manipulate friends
unless it's in harmless jokes, a laugh once again.
You're not any cowboy if you cannot face yourself
although smelly, ugly, tired, in slightly damp rain.
I maybe wearing a thread bearing shirt or skirt,
and by God I'm happy, thankful for my next meals.
with no insurance, my car has hooves not wheels.
And I don't love anything more than the lord sees.
Real cowboys maybe women riding until it hurts,
then beyond pain or feeling, sling another leg up.
And once that horse is in rhythm and full motion,
You city boy, you'll never have true love's notions.
Don't lable yourself a cowboy unless you know.
We're grit, grime, covered in dust minus any lust.
We are honest, sincere, little to fear, but enough.
I'm such a soul, but you'll prove not to be trusted.
You're not a cowboy, not even close to an animal...
I'll ride this land without your kind, hands or brand,
so take off that fancy hat in the presence of a lady.
Quiet your face, the wind is talking... understand?
Now then... This horse right over there an I would
teach you if only you'd love to learn as leaves fell.
The streams flow and off we could go, no maybe's.
It's sweat, work, a heart I'll tell... you're a pitywell.
You are not just a cowboy, I am not just a cowgirl
So what are you riding in circles around this earth,
Don't you remember me when we settled long ago?
Home on a range, we saddled and cinched girths.
I know you'll never be a cowboy given the chance
Promises made there's foggy haze over your head
Vultures will wait for you without this life inhanced,
I'd rather be riding than hearing the whining instead.
someone in my family wrote this hope you like it.

i love cow boys. they smell like cow shit