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I just wrote this, thought I would share it
Don't give yourself away
Love is a pain, you put yourself on the line.
You give yourself away without wondering why.
Everything you are, you get back in time.
It hurts for a while, It hurts for a while.
(but) You live and learn, you learn your lesson well.
Don't give yourself away, don't give yourself away.
Time won't heal all but it will help you forget,
the pain that you felt, the tears that you wept.
When it's said and done, and the pain fades away,
You should remember the good, the wonderful days.
Next time you're in love, remember this line,
Don't give yourself away, don't give yourself away.
When you find someone to love, here's what you do;
Give directions to your heart, they can go if they want to.
You should always be whole, so don't give any away,
Until you know without a doubt, she is there to stay.
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Always live like you're not afraid to die,
Always love like you've never lost.
Don't give yourself away
Love is a pain, you put yourself on the line.
You give yourself away without wondering why.
Everything you are, you get back in time.
It hurts for a while, It hurts for a while.
(but) You live and learn, you learn your lesson well.
Don't give yourself away, don't give yourself away.
Time won't heal all but it will help you forget,
the pain that you felt, the tears that you wept.
When it's said and done, and the pain fades away,
You should remember the good, the wonderful days.
Next time you're in love, remember this line,
Don't give yourself away, don't give yourself away.
When you find someone to love, here's what you do;
Give directions to your heart, they can go if they want to.
You should always be whole, so don't give any away,
Until you know without a doubt, she is there to stay.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Always live like you're not afraid to die,
Always love like you've never lost.
Here is a couple of poems for those who want to know what skydiving isreally like;
2004
Punching A Hole In The Sky
What a wonderful sport I find myself in,
It takes place where the thunderbolts fly,
Where rainbows are bent after summer's rain
And to do good, you just have to try.
Looking down on the earth and the fields of green
There's no need to be wimpish or shy,
Its a place you can go, and fly without wings,
As you just punch a hole in the sky.
It must seem so strange as you look up above
And behold what is seen with the eye,
The clear blue of heaven that's over your head
As the fluffy white clouds go by.
And soon you are flying like a bird on the wing
And you plummet toward earth from on high,
Your parachute opens and you realize
That you've just punched a hole in the sky.
In all of the things you are able to do
There is no greater thrill you can buy,
So wonderful, and so exciting it is,
It can bring tears of joy to your eye.
With other skydivers the pleasures you share,
For each of you learned how to fly,
A wonderful landing, you're back on the earth,
But you just punched a hole in the sky.
There are many who cling to the earth like a claw,
They're the people who never ask why,
They'll never know that the reason birds sing
Is because they are able to fly.
They could not understand how a skydiver feels
If you told them till rivers run dry,
And the greatest of pleasures a skydiver knows,
Is punching a hole in the sky.
The day is soon over, you stare at the fire,
But memories linger and sigh,
The crimson red sunset that hovers above
Casts a glow on companions nearby.
You fill out your logbook with each thrilling move
As the shadows of dark seem to tie
Themselves to each other, and you smile as you know
That you just punched a hole in the sky.
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On August 6th 2007, I made my final jump at the dropzone in Steinbach, Manitoba, , exactly 45 years and 1 day after making my first jump. I jumped a Para-Sled canopy that I bought new in 1972, but is now owned by a jumper in Winnipeg, Manitoba.
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My Jumping Is Over
My jumping is over, satisfaction is mine
There's been many a flight in the blue.
My body is sore from the great crash and burns
And I sure wouldn't wish that on you.
With bones slowly healing, I reach for the pills
That will help take the pain for awhile.
It sure has been great, but the memories I have,
Will cause me to flinch and to smile.
The times when I dove from the aircraft above
Are the times that I miss most of all,
The flight of a friend as he thrusts like a jet
And careens to my beckoning call.
Our hands touch together, the contact is made
There is no place on earth quite the same,
No place for malfunctions, no place for regrets
Cause this sport is the world's greatest game.
This sport is the reason, it makes me alive
In a world that can sometimes bring pain,
And I fondly look back at my days in the sky
And I'd do it all over again.
The shadows are longer as I think of those days
When I owned the whole sky up above,
When I flew like an eagle, far above fields of green
And performed in the sport that I love.
Like a bird without feathers, and fear wasn't there,
Cause flying was a thing that I owned.
Ability grew and it didn't take long,
Like and edge it was soon finely honed.
When your airplane takes off in the soft morning mist
As it cuts through the sweet smelling clover,
You can know I've been there, I was part of the sky
But my skydiving career is now over.
Bill Cole D-41 Canada
2004
Punching A Hole In The Sky
What a wonderful sport I find myself in,
It takes place where the thunderbolts fly,
Where rainbows are bent after summer's rain
And to do good, you just have to try.
Looking down on the earth and the fields of green
There's no need to be wimpish or shy,
Its a place you can go, and fly without wings,
As you just punch a hole in the sky.
It must seem so strange as you look up above
And behold what is seen with the eye,
The clear blue of heaven that's over your head
As the fluffy white clouds go by.
And soon you are flying like a bird on the wing
And you plummet toward earth from on high,
Your parachute opens and you realize
That you've just punched a hole in the sky.
In all of the things you are able to do
There is no greater thrill you can buy,
So wonderful, and so exciting it is,
It can bring tears of joy to your eye.
With other skydivers the pleasures you share,
For each of you learned how to fly,
A wonderful landing, you're back on the earth,
But you just punched a hole in the sky.
There are many who cling to the earth like a claw,
They're the people who never ask why,
They'll never know that the reason birds sing
Is because they are able to fly.
They could not understand how a skydiver feels
If you told them till rivers run dry,
And the greatest of pleasures a skydiver knows,
Is punching a hole in the sky.
The day is soon over, you stare at the fire,
But memories linger and sigh,
The crimson red sunset that hovers above
Casts a glow on companions nearby.
You fill out your logbook with each thrilling move
As the shadows of dark seem to tie
Themselves to each other, and you smile as you know
That you just punched a hole in the sky.
--------------------------------------------------
On August 6th 2007, I made my final jump at the dropzone in Steinbach, Manitoba, , exactly 45 years and 1 day after making my first jump. I jumped a Para-Sled canopy that I bought new in 1972, but is now owned by a jumper in Winnipeg, Manitoba.
------------------------------------------------------
My Jumping Is Over
My jumping is over, satisfaction is mine
There's been many a flight in the blue.
My body is sore from the great crash and burns
And I sure wouldn't wish that on you.
With bones slowly healing, I reach for the pills
That will help take the pain for awhile.
It sure has been great, but the memories I have,
Will cause me to flinch and to smile.
The times when I dove from the aircraft above
Are the times that I miss most of all,
The flight of a friend as he thrusts like a jet
And careens to my beckoning call.
Our hands touch together, the contact is made
There is no place on earth quite the same,
No place for malfunctions, no place for regrets
Cause this sport is the world's greatest game.
This sport is the reason, it makes me alive
In a world that can sometimes bring pain,
And I fondly look back at my days in the sky
And I'd do it all over again.
The shadows are longer as I think of those days
When I owned the whole sky up above,
When I flew like an eagle, far above fields of green
And performed in the sport that I love.
Like a bird without feathers, and fear wasn't there,
Cause flying was a thing that I owned.
Ability grew and it didn't take long,
Like and edge it was soon finely honed.
When your airplane takes off in the soft morning mist
As it cuts through the sweet smelling clover,
You can know I've been there, I was part of the sky
But my skydiving career is now over.
Bill Cole D-41 Canada
shah269 0
Dreaming of the embrace of the big blue
Here I come up in our chariot
My white wings hand packed
Eyes on you
Here I come up to kiss your hue
To taste your clouds and pass right through
My feet free of the ground
Hands cupping the spirit
Eyes on the horizon
As time flies in reverse
at 5 i must go for at one it will be too late.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FsIgoCs_0k&feature=related
Here I come up in our chariot
My white wings hand packed
Eyes on you
Here I come up to kiss your hue
To taste your clouds and pass right through
My feet free of the ground
Hands cupping the spirit
Eyes on the horizon
As time flies in reverse
at 5 i must go for at one it will be too late.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FsIgoCs_0k&feature=related
Life through good thoughts, good words, and good deeds is necessary to ensure happiness and to keep chaos at bay.
The only thing that falls from the sky is birdshit and fools!
The only thing that falls from the sky is birdshit and fools!
turtlespeed 221
There oce was a man from Belgrade . . .
Who lived with a dead whore in a cave.
Who lived with a dead whore in a cave.
I'm not usually into the whole 3-way thing, but you got me a little excited with that. - Skymama
BTR #1 / OTB^5 Official #2 / Hellfish #408 / VSCR #108/Tortuga/Orfun
BTR #1 / OTB^5 Official #2 / Hellfish #408 / VSCR #108/Tortuga/Orfun
A pretty Good poem
There once was a pretty good student
Who sat in a pretty good class
And was taught by a pretty good teacher
Who always let pretty good pass,
He wasnt terrific at reading
He wasnt a whiz-bang at math,
But for him education was leading
Straight down a pretty good path.
He didnt find school too exciting
But he wanted to do pretty well,
And he did have some trouble with writing
And nobody taught him to spell
When doing arithmetic problems
Pretty good was regarded as fine,
Five plus five didnt always add up to ten,
A pretty good answer was nine.
The pretty good class that he sat in
Was part of a pretty good school,
And the student was not the exception,
On the contrary, he was the rule
The pretty good school that he went to
Was part of a pretty good town
And nobody there seemed to notice
He could not tell a verb from a noun.
The pretty good student in fact was
Part of a pretty good mob,
And the first time he knew what he lacked was
When he looked for a pretty good job.
It was then when he sought a position
He discovered that life could be tough
And he soon had a sneaky suspicion
Pretty good might not be good enough.
The pretty good town in our story
Was part of a pretty good State
Which had pretty good aspirations
And prayed for a pretty good fate.
There once was a pretty good nation
Pretty proud of the greatness it had,
Which learned much to late
If you want to be great
Pretty good is in fact pretty bad.
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