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Thanks for stopping by Michael 
posted by
lionladroar
on September 26, 2006 at 2:35 AM
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Thanks Troosha, for your insight
posted by
lionladroar
on September 26, 2006 at 2:33 AM
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You have a point Tony
I've found them people who I have spent time with, expressed myself with, both vise-versa, I hope but also expecting at times, the quick wit of the dangerous clown viper, making blue days yellow, people I take advice from in trust, Mates, Muckers, who grazed knees in bundles on the black tarmac school playground, You took the cane across the knuckles for them because you would never grass them, your best man at your wedding, because your brothers hearts not in it, you can trust them with your little sister, who has a cruhss on them. . . They never feed of the hurt in you . . .Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on September 26, 2006 at 2:30 AM
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Thank you Star4you, may you always shine golden
Thanks, friend. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on September 26, 2006 at 2:01 AM
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Thanks Neil
Thank you Neil for comments they are too kind friend, your gifts are always nice in fragrance and blossom, well received by me.
posted by
lionladroar
on September 26, 2006 at 1:58 AM
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Thank you TAPS, I wrote this poem 18 months ago, the same time as their cutting off. I never felt better friend. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on September 26, 2006 at 1:53 AM
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Death throes...but yes, Deatrh does throw us a curve ball. Great thoughts
---you are a fine man. Write on..here's a reward
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on September 25, 2006 at 5:05 PM
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lionladroar, They are to be pitied because they will never ever know what it is to have, or be, a true friend.
posted by
TAPS.
on September 25, 2006 at 1:57 PM
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What, exactly, is a friend?
A great subject, and one that needs a lot more attention than we normally give. Like love, friendship is elusive.
posted by
Antonionioni
on September 25, 2006 at 1:39 PM
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Just stopping by
http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/People/Profile.aspx/michael_pilarte
http://www.myspace.com/michaelpilarte
posted by
michael_pilarte
on September 25, 2006 at 11:43 AM
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I share you distaste for emotional voyeurs and your poem describes their empty, no so well meaning gestures to a tee.
posted by
Troosha
on September 25, 2006 at 10:05 AM
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True, it's very true. I had seen this way, I felt this way, so now I
consider a whole lot of people as associates, not friends. At time of my misery, I couldn't find even a known soul to help me. But same time strangers helped me amazingly. So I believe that god is my best friend, and he always send an angel to protect me. Hope you find peace.
posted by
star4sky5
on September 25, 2006 at 6:54 AM
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Thanks Dave for the slap on the back mate 
posted by
lionladroar
on September 25, 2006 at 2:30 AM
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Good combination, Laddo. Your words are strong.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on September 25, 2006 at 2:08 AM
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Thanks jo
posted by
lionladroar
on September 25, 2006 at 2:02 AM
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I guess we all come from that space
sometimes.
Thanks,
Jo
posted by
brisbane_artist
on September 25, 2006 at 1:42 AM
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Noncomformist Thank you, my friend for your comment, I sold news papers early mornings as a boy. As for giving them the brush off. I did, like I said with my few words before the poem. I cut them off. Just like I have news papers. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on September 24, 2006 at 5:35 PM
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I certainly can hear rage screaming somewhere so deep. It is almost scary. it makes me want to run and give you a hug at the same time. I always respond to poems from the heart so... don't worry, don't get sucked into my comments too much.
posted by
marieclaire66
on September 24, 2006 at 5:13 PM
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I just love the way you write, it is so raw and honest and real.
A kick in the "guts" every time. Not just pretty words on a page. too much of that gets really boring.
posted by
marieclaire66
on September 24, 2006 at 5:11 PM
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This rather reminds me of the way that bad news sells newspapers....
...which poses rather a depressing thought of how many people are like this? It would be interesting to see how well a new Good News newspaper would sell! You could give those friends the "Don't call us. We'll call you " message I suppose.
posted by
nonconformist
on September 24, 2006 at 4:13 PM
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Thank you Kato, for your encouragement friend. Mike 
posted by
lionladroar
on September 24, 2006 at 2:33 PM
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Thank you firstly for your visit Marieclaire, Your description of the kind of friends that I am talking of, is exactly right. How did you put it, ghoulish and detestable. That sums them up ! It was only that I had known them since my teens and been through so much buddy bloody stuff! That I would forget how every so often one or two of my bunch of mates. Would act in this way I have wrote of. Maybe I have become bitter and twisted with age, tho rather I believe they finally laid the straw that broke this soft idiots back with their last actions. Which will remain secret due to my embarrassment. Thank you again Mam for all your visits. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on September 24, 2006 at 2:29 PM
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Lion
There is so much trith in what you wrote good luck my friend
posted by
Kat02
on September 24, 2006 at 2:10 PM
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such a graphic poem full of raw emotions!
You certainly spilled your guts on this one! are you talking about so called friends who take over your life and examined every little thing that might be wrong with you? Under the guise of compassion, and trying to help...I don't like people feeling too sorry for me, and some do when I tell them about the loss of my son, but they simply cannot see past it and that is all they want to talk about, and that makes things worse. Some people are goulish, I find that detestable. Forgive if I missed the point here, I am not happy until I grasp what you, the writer is trying to say.
posted by
marieclaire66
on September 24, 2006 at 1:52 PM
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You are too kind friend Najwa
posted by
lionladroar
on September 24, 2006 at 1:34 PM
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YOU HAD WRITTEN THE TRUTH IN OUR LIFE AND YOUR WISDOM IS SPEAKING LOUD AND HONESTLY,,,,,,
,,, VERY PERFECT,,,,
,,,,,,najwa
posted by
NAJWA
on September 24, 2006 at 10:41 AM
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