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'Belize Sunset'
"The most alluring clouds that mount the sky, Owe to a troubled element their forms, Their hues to sunset. If with raptured eye We watch their splendour, shall we covet storms..."
quote excerpted from miscellaneous sonnets, II by William Wordsworth 1888
9 Nov 2000 - long night
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Sometimes the nights seem too long to me. Those are the nights when I wake up and write poetry. I was looking through some of my poetry, and decided to put a few of them here, reminders of my past. The following are links you can click on & be transported to those poems, then just click the back button on your browser to return to this dairy page.
 Poem #1Poem #2 Poem #3
And if you chose not to click on those links, that is fine, I just wanted to add those in here. I have poetry all throughout this diary, from January until now...
Last night Dan had to work very late, so I sat up with his best friend Larry and watched Wrestling, and talked. We saw Kwee Wee on WCW ( an on line friend of mine) and that was fun to watch... we opened a package of Oreo cookies, and pigged out. It was interesting talking with Larry, he is cool, and we can sit there and talk about things in life, and either debate them, or laugh about whatever, or hear each others side of a view, it's cool. He is a nice guy, and Dan and him really are like brothers. The kids call him Uncle Larry. I reopened my ICQ, as I said the other day, and I keep getting all these men sending discusting messages. LOL, I just click ignore and that is that. I can ignore them, and they can't do anything about it! LOL Anyways, so Dan came home last night about 9pm, and walked in looking so tired, we went over to KFC to the drive through, so he could pick up something to eat. He missed dinner, lol. Oh, then we came back to the house, and stayed up a little more, and watched TV, then went to bed. Last night I missed him so much, but I knew he had to work late, and the drive home is long, he doesn't work close to home, but a good hour and a half drive in the mornings. The worst part of the traffic, and the most annoying is when he has to exit the freeway and drive down the main street to get to our street. In California If I was to exit the freeway I could go down the main street, and be home in 10 minutes, and pass through a few dozen blocks and have hardley any traffic, but here, when you exit the freeway, you maybe go a dozen blocks and it could take 30 minutes. The traffic is so bad, that the whole street looks like "cruise night" where everyone cruises their cars around searching for dates, or whatever. It's like that here, every single day, all hours of the day. I have never seen so much traffic, not even in LA. Anyways, so he came home, and was so tired, he wanted to go straight to bed. I on the other hand missed him so much, and all that, that I wanted time with him. We compromised, I kinda got my way.. (giggling) and afterwards, when we were going to bed, and he was just about asleep... I laid thinking about writing a poem.... but it was way too cold to write, and I didn't want to move from under the blankets. Today I feel lazy again, hehe, I don't want to feel lazy, but it is so cold here, that I don't want to do anything. LOL... no it is really cold. I climb under blankets, and sit by the heater, and all bundled up and cozy. I think I ate too many oreo cookies last night. =0P Blah! There went my diet. lol. Oh well.... I guess this is it for now, I don't have too much to say... so, that will be all... and I will have to think up something more intersting to put here, obviously, I am not stressing about anything, I am just cold, and sometimes, being too cold makes my brain numb , hehehee. I gotta go turn up the heaters!!! *S* See ya ~CM~
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9 Nov 2000 - My Other Diaries
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To the left, you will see in the menu, my other 2 diaries. The one called SilentWhispers has a lot of artwork. It's mostly sci-fi/adult art, so I have a warning there that there is nudity. The art is mostly naked women, but, some other art, that is G rated also. Then my other diary, the one SecretSilverHeart is mostly poetry. I wrote it all, and although I have not updated that diary recently, last couple of weeks, I will be adding more poetry there soon. I wrote in the two of those diaries, as anonymous, but I promise they are my diaries, and I will continue to update them, perhaps adding just poetry to SSH diary, and stuff about me & Dan in the SW one, and this one will be my main diary, as always.... because this is the diary I have kept since January. =0) That's all ~CM~
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9 Nov 2000 - Secret Doors
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Once of my favorite things to do was to build web pages. I used to love to sepend hours on the net, just writing HTML code. I still enjoy it, but don't play with it as much. I used to think it was cool to write the codes and do silly things like put up doors that led to someplace.... I was thinking I would do that on here, just for fun this morning, since I am bored, so, I am going to put a few doors here, and they will lead someplace, if you chose to take the doors, just hit back on your browser to return to this page. Have fun. =0) Wonder where these doors will lead...
The Entry to The Dark Castle (I think)
This door leads to...? (peek in and see)
Uh oh, hehe... want to come home? Here take this to light your way =0) See you all later!
~CM~
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9 Nov 2000 - Searching for....
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You know, I was sitting here thinking about this friend of mine named Helen. I miss her, I wonder where she is. You know? I mean, I lost touch with her about 8 months ago, well, actually a little longer than that... and I completely miss her. We used to work together ... and I can remember one time when I was really really sick with the stomache flu, and she came over and brought me medication, and I sat down in the kitchen and as we were talking, she got up and did my dishes, and started cleaning the kitchen, to help me to feel better. I couldn't believe she did that, she even stayed with me to make sure I would be ok. She loved me. =0)I miss her. I have some address books at my moms house, maybe they are in storage now... I could call her and say hi to her, if I knew the numbers in those address books. Oh well... I guess I better e-mail Oprah and beg her to reunite me and Helen. 
There are only 2 people in the whole world that I would ask to be reunited with if I ever lost touch for more than 5 years. One of those people is Helen. The other is my friend Tom. I have not chatted to him in a few months. He was also a co-worker of mine, and a great friend. I would say that Helen is closer to me, than Tom, but Tom and I were there for each other during hard times, and although him and I lead different lifestyles, he is like a brother to me, we seem related in a way, Mirror Friends are what we call each other. I have an entry in here somewhere dedicated to him... with a photo of him... smiling, I think I can find it... and put a link here : Mirror Friend Birthday Poem there =0) Anyways... where was I... oh yeah... "Helen, Where Are You?!?!?!?"
Miss you.lots & lots
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9 Nov 2000 - *Secrets*
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~* SECRETS OF MINE *~I love men that wear garters & heals. My fantasy is to be a dominatrix... but I don't think I ever could be. I worry too much about what other people think of me. I talk in my sleep. I snore. (LOL) I only have nightmares when I am worried about something. I love the dark. I seretly desire to go back in time and live for one day in the Victorian era. I love my feet. No one knows this but I have the ability to leave my body. *Astral Projection* I am clairvoyant... but that is no big secret. I believe death is nothing to be afraid of. I think that men in glasses are so sexy! The best present anyone can give me would be candles. My worst fear is of not being loved. I can read minds. I am lazy more often than not. I love lifting weights. I hate to wear underwear! LOL
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9 Nov 2000 - Reader Comments
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I love all your comments!
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My perpetual mood: 
 | 'Forgotten Things' "Moreover, something is or seems,
That touches me with mystic gleams,
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams-- Of something felt, like something here;
Of something done, I know not where;
Such as no language may declare." Quote excerpted from "The Two Voices"
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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