Im back....
I have was diagnosed last monday with: Sever Eczema , Moderate to severe Depression , moderate Insomnia,
and chronic headaches and fatuige.
Eczema is a wierd condition that in its early stages looks like Ringworm, than progresses
to large very itchy painful lesions and enflamed rashes that almost always starts in the joints
of your arms and cheeks and ears of the face, it hurts it oozes it itches it swells and it lasts for weeks or months if left untreated,
a Doctor diagnosed me with ringworm gave me strong antibiotics and vaginal inti-fungal cream,
wich also works on ringworm infections. Well.....a long story short i suffered for weeks more after already having it for a month and a half, it got WORSE redder brighter itchier more swollen, and spreading...i finally went to my dermotologist,
and he said ohhh no that isnt ringworm its classic
"Coin" Exczema, wich looks identical to ringorm,but affects joints and face...
he was quick to prescribe me the right medicine and a powerful expensive cream and drying solution,
and depression medication, so today its only days after first using the cream drying solution and pills,
and the eczema is almost completely gone no itchy no oozing, were it used to be red is dead skin and just rubs off with no pain,..
its a miracle,....haha well im glad thats gone but now,
my freind dosent visit me,.....and the whole email and myspace hting.....
because ive been in bed almost 2 months,.....im pale as paper,
skinny....only 135 and im 5-11 thats skinny for me i guess,
and i feel alone....
and kinda lost.
but today ive been thinking to myself reassuring things will be better and i can start playing music again,
i wrote,.....2 choruses and added great little parts to already exsisting music to my freinds parts,
on guitar even though i play bass.
and i never could write songs with lyrics,
before,......the extreme's of being in bed with red s h i t ,
all over me and barely being able to move my arms helped me,
i just thought i have nothing i feel like dying,
last resort, cheezy as it seems,
try and write a song chorus or somthing and i just came out....
and ive written one more after that......
so its a learning experiience aswell as a releif im getting better,
and theres people to talk to here at the DXP,
crowd.
best regards
-mike
and chronic headaches and fatuige.
Eczema is a wierd condition that in its early stages looks like Ringworm, than progresses
to large very itchy painful lesions and enflamed rashes that almost always starts in the joints
of your arms and cheeks and ears of the face, it hurts it oozes it itches it swells and it lasts for weeks or months if left untreated,
a Doctor diagnosed me with ringworm gave me strong antibiotics and vaginal inti-fungal cream,
wich also works on ringworm infections. Well.....a long story short i suffered for weeks more after already having it for a month and a half, it got WORSE redder brighter itchier more swollen, and spreading...i finally went to my dermotologist,
and he said ohhh no that isnt ringworm its classic
"Coin" Exczema, wich looks identical to ringorm,but affects joints and face...
he was quick to prescribe me the right medicine and a powerful expensive cream and drying solution,
and depression medication, so today its only days after first using the cream drying solution and pills,
and the eczema is almost completely gone no itchy no oozing, were it used to be red is dead skin and just rubs off with no pain,..
its a miracle,....haha well im glad thats gone but now,
my freind dosent visit me,.....and the whole email and myspace hting.....
because ive been in bed almost 2 months,.....im pale as paper,
skinny....only 135 and im 5-11 thats skinny for me i guess,
and i feel alone....
and kinda lost.
but today ive been thinking to myself reassuring things will be better and i can start playing music again,
i wrote,.....2 choruses and added great little parts to already exsisting music to my freinds parts,
on guitar even though i play bass.
and i never could write songs with lyrics,
before,......the extreme's of being in bed with red s h i t ,
all over me and barely being able to move my arms helped me,
i just thought i have nothing i feel like dying,
last resort, cheezy as it seems,
try and write a song chorus or somthing and i just came out....
and ive written one more after that......
so its a learning experiience aswell as a releif im getting better,
and theres people to talk to here at the DXP,
crowd.
best regards
-mike
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I have too many 'favorites' haha. Here are two of them, they're both Inspired!
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CHARACTER OF A HAPPY WARRIOR
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
--It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:
Whose high endeavours are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright;
Who, with a natural instinct to discern
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;
Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,
But makes his moral being his prime care;
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!
Turns his necessity to glorious gain;
In face of these doth exercise a power
Which is our human nature's highest dower:
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives:
By objects, which might force the soul to abate
Her feeling, rendered more compassionate;
Is placable--because occasions rise
So often that demand such sacrifice;
More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,
As tempted more; more able to endure,
As more exposed to suffering and distress;
Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.
--'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends
Upon that law as on the best of friends;
Whence, in a state where men are tempted still
To evil for a guard against worse ill,
And what in quality or act is best
Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,
He labours good on good to fix, and owes
To virtue every triumph that he knows:
--Who, if he rise to station of command,
Rises by open means; and there will stand
On honourable terms, or else retire,
And in himself possess his own desire;
Who comprehends his trust, and to the same
Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;
And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait
For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state;
Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall,
Like showers of manna, if they come at all:
Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,
Or mild concerns of ordinary life,
A constant influence, a peculiar grace;
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for human kind,
Is happy as a Lover; and attired
With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw;
Or if an unexpected call succeed,
Come when it will, is equal to the need:
--He who, though thus endued as with a sense
And faculty for storm and turbulence,
Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;
Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be,
Are at his heart; and such fidelity
It is his darling passion to approve;
More brave for this, that he hath much to love:--
'Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye,
Or left unthought-of in obscurity,--
Who, with a toward or untoward lot,
Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not--
Plays, in the many games of life, that one
Where what he most doth value must be won:
Whom neither shape or danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray;
Who, not content that former worth stand fast,
Looks forward, persevering to the last,
From well to better, daily self-surpast:
Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth
For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,
Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,
And leave a dead unprofitable name--
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws
His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause:
This is the happy W
________________________________
CHARACTER OF A HAPPY WARRIOR
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
--It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:
Whose high endeavours are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright;
Who, with a natural instinct to discern
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;
Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,
But makes his moral being his prime care;
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!
Turns his necessity to glorious gain;
In face of these doth exercise a power
Which is our human nature's highest dower:
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives:
By objects, which might force the soul to abate
Her feeling, rendered more compassionate;
Is placable--because occasions rise
So often that demand such sacrifice;
More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,
As tempted more; more able to endure,
As more exposed to suffering and distress;
Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.
--'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends
Upon that law as on the best of friends;
Whence, in a state where men are tempted still
To evil for a guard against worse ill,
And what in quality or act is best
Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,
He labours good on good to fix, and owes
To virtue every triumph that he knows:
--Who, if he rise to station of command,
Rises by open means; and there will stand
On honourable terms, or else retire,
And in himself possess his own desire;
Who comprehends his trust, and to the same
Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;
And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait
For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state;
Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall,
Like showers of manna, if they come at all:
Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,
Or mild concerns of ordinary life,
A constant influence, a peculiar grace;
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for human kind,
Is happy as a Lover; and attired
With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw;
Or if an unexpected call succeed,
Come when it will, is equal to the need:
--He who, though thus endued as with a sense
And faculty for storm and turbulence,
Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;
Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be,
Are at his heart; and such fidelity
It is his darling passion to approve;
More brave for this, that he hath much to love:--
'Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye,
Or left unthought-of in obscurity,--
Who, with a toward or untoward lot,
Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not--
Plays, in the many games of life, that one
Where what he most doth value must be won:
Whom neither shape or danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray;
Who, not content that former worth stand fast,
Looks forward, persevering to the last,
From well to better, daily self-surpast:
Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth
For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,
Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,
And leave a dead unprofitable name--
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws
His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause:
This is the happy W
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To O.E.A. (Initials of his Lover)
Your voice is the color of a robin's breast,
And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in the night.
Among the leaves of the trumpet-tree, close to his nest,
The pea-dove sings, and each note thrills me with strange delight
Like the words, wet with music, that well from your trembling throat.
I'm afraid of your eyes, they're so bold,
Searching me through, reading my thoughts, shining like gold.
But sometimes they are gentle and soft like the dew on the lips of the eucharis
Before the sun comes warm with his lover's kiss.
You are sea-foam, pure with the star's loveliness,
Not mortal, a flower, a fairy, too fair for the beauty-shorn earth.
All wonderful things, all beautiful things, gave of their wealth to your birth.
Oh I love you so much, not recking of passion, that I feel it is wrong!
But men will love you, flower, fairy, non-mortal spirit burdened with flesh,
Forever, life-long.
-Claude McKay
I don't know about you YummyMummy, but if I was a woman I think I might want to receive a poem like that lol, just a guess.
He talks about her "bold eyes", "reading me through", "non-mortal spirit", I bet this lady who he was speaking of, was a Scorpio haha. Just a guess.
Your voice is the color of a robin's breast,
And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in the night.
Among the leaves of the trumpet-tree, close to his nest,
The pea-dove sings, and each note thrills me with strange delight
Like the words, wet with music, that well from your trembling throat.
I'm afraid of your eyes, they're so bold,
Searching me through, reading my thoughts, shining like gold.
But sometimes they are gentle and soft like the dew on the lips of the eucharis
Before the sun comes warm with his lover's kiss.
You are sea-foam, pure with the star's loveliness,
Not mortal, a flower, a fairy, too fair for the beauty-shorn earth.
All wonderful things, all beautiful things, gave of their wealth to your birth.
Oh I love you so much, not recking of passion, that I feel it is wrong!
But men will love you, flower, fairy, non-mortal spirit burdened with flesh,
Forever, life-long.
-Claude McKay
I don't know about you YummyMummy, but if I was a woman I think I might want to receive a poem like that lol, just a guess.
He talks about her "bold eyes", "reading me through", "non-mortal spirit", I bet this lady who he was speaking of, was a Scorpio haha. Just a guess.
Lol....
You guys need Qbonology..!.
You guys need Qbonology..!.
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'Yeah I'm sick of taming myself because I'll be called a whore or whatever...I want to be a full woman
'
Amen to that!! Could you teach all females your..incredibly pleasing philosophy..I would much appreciate it.
Any girls except my sister hah (all women should feel free to be 'Full-Woman' except family members), yea Thanks.
'Amen to that!! Could you teach all females your..incredibly pleasing philosophy..I would much appreciate it.
Any girls except my sister hah (all women should feel free to be 'Full-Woman' except family members), yea Thanks.
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Hahah cool cool, but is this is the Pisces board, I think you've been drinking too much Haffo, you're having trouble distinguishing crab women from fish women again, it's aight though haha - I'll join in!
Okay kafka I'll do some private emailing here and there with you!
Happy Ramadan by the way Kafka & Illmatic! I was in Abu-Dahbi one year during Ramadan, I love the Culture!
Okay kafka I'll do some private emailing here and there with you!
Happy Ramadan by the way Kafka & Illmatic! I was in Abu-Dahbi one year during Ramadan, I love the Culture!
I don't care! I still want to see one! lol!
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LOL! You know I entered this thread with an aroused sense that I was about to learn something new and profound and Juicy about Sex and Orgasm! Hah oh well.
and you didn't?
ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OFA
What kind of Aquarius you are? You say that you don't think that booty over computer is good...Where is inventive spirit? Where is trying crazy things? And you call yourself an Aquarian....Save your words....You are not crazy at all...You just one of that "regular" girls....
What kind of Aquarius you are? You say that you don't think that booty over computer is good...Where is inventive spirit? Where is trying crazy things? And you call yourself an Aquarian....Save your words....You are not crazy at all...You just one of that "regular" girls....