tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68828730312942395232024-03-04T20:12:17.876-08:00mémoire d'un miroirby fiona depp and cory deppUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-8611219736314169122009-04-17T10:43:00.000-07:002009-04-17T10:45:25.465-07:00my prince is out of reach safe the serpent does not resch him<br />but does not from individual sensation escape it is the punitimentUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-53063656485883368742009-04-13T13:06:00.000-07:002009-04-13T13:10:21.098-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv3VzjSzb0nX6x1g1mYJTf8uX7gZpzhJWoneBsYeYjlIUv26RG_Y0wSoJ5HlveAb6tPUZi2CmNkIXyN7liFxxI6UPRS78NnXB6R6teNbU0KEr8VrWxUckcgZ8nlDsPs2T3BYxQl1Nzhc4/s1600-h/1466780559a6586137254ml.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324270742314194274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv3VzjSzb0nX6x1g1mYJTf8uX7gZpzhJWoneBsYeYjlIUv26RG_Y0wSoJ5HlveAb6tPUZi2CmNkIXyN7liFxxI6UPRS78NnXB6R6teNbU0KEr8VrWxUckcgZ8nlDsPs2T3BYxQl1Nzhc4/s400/1466780559a6586137254ml.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-68037410358425372412009-04-08T03:11:00.000-07:002009-04-08T03:12:10.232-07:00"To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe." - Anatole FranceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-55033561730367250752009-04-07T12:59:00.001-07:002009-04-07T12:59:28.890-07:00l'Italie ?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-54943589825921218852009-04-07T07:14:00.000-07:002009-04-07T07:35:22.409-07:00something amazing a boy falling out of the sky had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly by. w h audenUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-7255420689065872322009-04-07T07:12:00.000-07:002009-04-07T13:00:11.711-07:00circonspect: clare sandy natyta daisy deppsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-20487748793214774182009-04-06T11:59:00.000-07:002009-04-06T12:09:13.439-07:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHlYzg9rMgY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHlYzg9rMgY</a><br />u made me promesse i wld find my way back in this lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-797121664109155282009-04-06T11:28:00.000-07:002009-04-06T11:32:11.983-07:00say hi 2 peter in neverland 4me xUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-55307072176750958312009-04-06T10:28:00.000-07:002009-04-07T00:32:52.476-07:00freakshowmissing ,everlasting fear ov bein alone n never havin wot was once shared i miis you. evry second i cherish with u still here my immortal. u brought me 2 life u gave me life n i will bring u back 2 life n save u from the fuckinfreaks wiv shit 4 blood. remembre amelie?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-60302893929885821152009-04-06T09:55:00.000-07:002009-04-06T10:18:16.783-07:00freakshow<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PjUY8IXvnA">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PjUY8IXvnA</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06d33K1ei6I">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06d33K1ei6I</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpmSHb-aRB0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpmSHb-aRB0</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=il-9_CudEu0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=il-9_CudEu0</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbFQa4SeY48">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbFQa4SeY48</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUG4LUP1Bog">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUG4LUP1Bog</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-49795081998049148282008-12-12T09:19:00.000-08:002008-12-12T09:29:25.997-08:00The Painting (The Lie)....<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I was never in love with you....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I was in love with the picture</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">We painted with our imaginations</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">You were just the embodiment of the dream</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">THE dream.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">The promise, always too good to be true</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I hold you, it, us still</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">In my heart</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">With nothing now but </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Contempt</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">You were much better in my head</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Than in my heart.</span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-677721624723752472008-12-12T08:55:00.000-08:002008-12-12T09:18:14.819-08:00Forever (just a message in) Autumn....<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw-0N_3fIzB4VyDR4LhyphenhyphenQ56Q-caL9H87UrCdBaZHBknoPRKE_ZHm47312ZXQwFoquY0QX6NRK-xPqxEGfKlaDwsznURzqKzoAsivg7bxQR771W8VTRM9jx0KgWpaRYiorTycGmG5OZ6qM/s1600-h/Frozen+Daisy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278953115304385442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw-0N_3fIzB4VyDR4LhyphenhyphenQ56Q-caL9H87UrCdBaZHBknoPRKE_ZHm47312ZXQwFoquY0QX6NRK-xPqxEGfKlaDwsznURzqKzoAsivg7bxQR771W8VTRM9jx0KgWpaRYiorTycGmG5OZ6qM/s400/Frozen+Daisy.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=4BwSlxYWGUI">http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=4BwSlxYWGUI</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My life will be forever autumn....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-59707857473299719442008-12-08T07:31:00.000-08:002008-12-08T07:33:34.106-08:00Greek women are strange....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxfM3hSID3mAoQ0X8P8ENB5eSwLuZu8CBgXSehv2cOlzbMEKBs_B8z_9BKtsimAoAXX9HBq4869yIanjaiWaUheq-F11lmpsMpR3pDdWZsb6z7sAHkP6Ql6gnYdS1Ks3hDVd8IFdmxIQ/s1600-h/800px-Erythrai.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277442609297049554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxfM3hSID3mAoQ0X8P8ENB5eSwLuZu8CBgXSehv2cOlzbMEKBs_B8z_9BKtsimAoAXX9HBq4869yIanjaiWaUheq-F11lmpsMpR3pDdWZsb6z7sAHkP6Ql6gnYdS1Ks3hDVd8IFdmxIQ/s320/800px-Erythrai.jpg" border="0" /></a> Valerius Maximus included the story of Hippo in his <a class="mw-redirect" title="Factorum ac dictorum memorabilium" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Factorum_ac_dictorum_memorabilium">Facta et dicta memorabilia</a> as a foreign example of chastity to complement the Roman stories he has previously related. He stated that when Hippo was abducted by an enemy fleet, she decided to save her chastity at the cost of her life, and threw herself into the sea to her death. Her body was washed up on the shore of <a title="Erythrae" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erythrae">Erythrae</a>. According to Valerius Maximus, a tomb was built for her which survived in his own day, and her glorious reputation had endured among the Greeks.<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-85058984401519345712008-11-30T09:29:00.000-08:002008-11-30T09:40:51.297-08:00Pavement....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNVa-FNMsURDY_8X0ynF6fJEgpIP7sZ5SWiKvgm3FEEm8NDy0GnwloEuUGgb8doX5TAAlQajqWoshDEThRIIqLQE4Ckxxd2t_UAYPwDke6J606JW_eeMxzCRCQHN9jKOEWC0lhYXN9vI/s1600-h/400px-Sidewalk2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274504095778019426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNVa-FNMsURDY_8X0ynF6fJEgpIP7sZ5SWiKvgm3FEEm8NDy0GnwloEuUGgb8doX5TAAlQajqWoshDEThRIIqLQE4Ckxxd2t_UAYPwDke6J606JW_eeMxzCRCQHN9jKOEWC0lhYXN9vI/s320/400px-Sidewalk2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong>A million sparkling stars at our feet</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>determine the path we must complete</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>One way, the only way</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Destination, clear</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Without any fear</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>We travel hand in hand</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Towards that which we desire</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Fulfilment is nigh</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>No further need for wire</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>We journey as one, at peace</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>With who we are</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Cracks paved over with ease</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>No matter how far</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>How deep our love</strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Deliverance</span>, near</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Rewards so dear</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>We experience, touch upon touch</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Learn who we are, together</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>If ever our way is impeded</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>We will overcome, and endeavour</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>We journey as one joining hands</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Feeling hearts</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>For the pavement we walk</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Never divides, never parts.</strong> </div><div align="right"><strong></strong> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-17608764828761250762008-11-26T13:44:00.001-08:002008-11-26T13:47:42.975-08:00Time....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOL5CnVis5SqpQJfkbWjbkt9uR9sBn6lCKH0Hrwsz-a9mJASuZUPv_c4E6BB30x5DUylr1egxjM38dvqwODvH_YzP1FDjrIc34e7piCTanbwqsZNEv8Sg05unfWHc-nuQJI533fPQOxs/s1600-h/322px-Greenwich_clock.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273085543545107074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOL5CnVis5SqpQJfkbWjbkt9uR9sBn6lCKH0Hrwsz-a9mJASuZUPv_c4E6BB30x5DUylr1egxjM38dvqwODvH_YzP1FDjrIc34e7piCTanbwqsZNEv8Sg05unfWHc-nuQJI533fPQOxs/s320/322px-Greenwich_clock.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />What is time<br />without a second thought?<br />What is thought<br />without a minute's silence?<br />What is silence<br />without an hour's rest?<br />What is rest<br />if there is no time?<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-80839338481166874472008-11-26T13:40:00.000-08:002008-11-26T13:43:56.097-08:00Tide....<div align="center"><strong></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDVqqnMsl32qPH1LUSXQ2RdLUq0yloDTV78KL-zzw-yAew-bWUUb5040BWy2j0etyaflgc7fyYwsDPYy-HQnGRfssOSVj-N3M4LEPkd3k9Ym3emwKeVEwI2QUTQpbbNVQrdBxGKYQZ9Y/s1600-h/450px-Cornwall_Wave.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273084465503294914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDVqqnMsl32qPH1LUSXQ2RdLUq0yloDTV78KL-zzw-yAew-bWUUb5040BWy2j0etyaflgc7fyYwsDPYy-HQnGRfssOSVj-N3M4LEPkd3k9Ym3emwKeVEwI2QUTQpbbNVQrdBxGKYQZ9Y/s320/450px-Cornwall_Wave.jpg" border="0" /></a> Wait....</div><div align="center">and you will see</div><div align="center">The beauty embodied</div><div align="center">a million designs untold</div><div align="center">Unread</div><div align="center">Each unique to me</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Wait....</div><div align="center">and you will be</div><div align="center">Content to receive</div><div align="center">the most precious gift</div><div align="center">of mine, of all</div><div align="center">Consummation</div><div align="center">the key.<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-58993853058622123122008-11-26T13:27:00.000-08:002008-11-26T13:39:19.500-08:00Wire....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52X4C6RQSlJMxF8QJcdNlLC9eG56JpxtGqBv2tgn1j5f6tqwAUh_Zdwx6BpaKYofE1fxnLJU8IFbDm5vCVReWFaB-1ilD-12cjYua_1W187g7P7nygU5_K4kn3I29Jy6178Wg1odFcCQ/s1600-h/597px-Stranded_lamp_wire.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273082380429815490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52X4C6RQSlJMxF8QJcdNlLC9eG56JpxtGqBv2tgn1j5f6tqwAUh_Zdwx6BpaKYofE1fxnLJU8IFbDm5vCVReWFaB-1ilD-12cjYua_1W187g7P7nygU5_K4kn3I29Jy6178Wg1odFcCQ/s320/597px-Stranded_lamp_wire.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">These fluid dreams fill my heart with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">purescence</span></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Pulse through my veins, coerce the very fabric of life</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Wash over me</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tell.... and i listen to your breath</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The wild saline waters flood my words - i cannot</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Express</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I am wired</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tied</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">You surround me</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tide</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">You clothe me</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tired </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">You cradle me</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">You come twice</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The first to confide and devour</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The second to confer and cleanse</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">You leave twice</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The first to muse.... to reason</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The second only to return.</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-47892807248950901102008-11-24T07:11:00.000-08:002008-11-24T07:21:48.156-08:00Untitled....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZH2ew6SKW6H_z3IUAyE0LQCrr6AwjKGQ90xW1-zt9inJzGdJcZTSWombhMApg7_t1ugYnyc_j-vNksuh_QGkOXgCk9kFooa5IsKep5W1yp2kRbsECfeovu0ERTegLNJuIZy6W1wdMaw/s1600-h/Persephone_Kruse1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272242043247218962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZH2ew6SKW6H_z3IUAyE0LQCrr6AwjKGQ90xW1-zt9inJzGdJcZTSWombhMApg7_t1ugYnyc_j-vNksuh_QGkOXgCk9kFooa5IsKep5W1yp2kRbsECfeovu0ERTegLNJuIZy6W1wdMaw/s320/Persephone_Kruse1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I live beneath you.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> My tendrils bore the dark earth</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">you walk upon.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">They seize your ankles,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">girdle your thighs.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Consume your body.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">You, powerless,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">do not struggle but</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">accept your repulse.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">A thousand <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">monsterous</span> screams</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">fill your mind and....</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">you hear nothing.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Not even the obdurate rain</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">descending from your naked flesh,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">seeping into my sodden <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wormworld</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">below.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Without fear</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">your essence asserts my seat.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">My host fails to repel</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">your insistent (welcome)</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">presence.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Your spirit exacts mine.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">You comfort my world</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">with ease.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">In your completeness</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">i receive you.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /> </div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-7914505301059103272008-11-21T04:18:00.000-08:002008-11-21T04:22:50.053-08:00Andrew....<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnoD8p89enpuZmv4eUzo1w-5pyJ_1cStGe8Icy_XRzgVDe2VQZIfxIP_oHqVj2qZP4E3NZACe4bpmpoGkyrDovp2XB9rX-JbfP1E9O15WjkVVcLWTvCsZzPF_To8EbDqPmo7bxvloLpM/s1600-h/wreath+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271084279243644066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnoD8p89enpuZmv4eUzo1w-5pyJ_1cStGe8Icy_XRzgVDe2VQZIfxIP_oHqVj2qZP4E3NZACe4bpmpoGkyrDovp2XB9rX-JbfP1E9O15WjkVVcLWTvCsZzPF_To8EbDqPmo7bxvloLpM/s320/wreath+2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />I am sorry i never went fishing with you now.</div><div align="left">Even though i don't condone this type of animal usage.</div><div align="left">I would have liked to have just sat, and discussed life as it passed us by. While life was still available to you.</div><div align="left">It is, indeed, a precious thing.</div><div align="left">Deepest condolences to Debs and the girls....</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-52811962347016427272008-11-20T09:57:00.000-08:002008-11-20T10:00:04.531-08:00At what point is too far?I haven't said enough<br />I've said too much<br />Encouraged to be myself<br />(never been me before)<br />Now i am<br />I am<br />Not enough<br />I am<br />Too much<br />Refocus<br />Rethink<br />Are you still<br />THERE?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-55035081379834411702008-11-18T05:05:00.000-08:002008-11-18T05:12:39.753-08:00O.M.D....<div align="center"><strong></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBE1x95R9kfbY-EN9PITy_kZBOL4GyBci3Yi2h4zBT8Ks9_Yg2ii33vP8OHDHRDDGls7FrtwsK7AhT6gj97B87t4z73rUvY-YItnpfjWLE6NFOEb1ClXw0vdAIw_7wYnLFjeTPwWeK1Q/s1600-h/n1306100023_185091_7253.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269983355164687426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBE1x95R9kfbY-EN9PITy_kZBOL4GyBci3Yi2h4zBT8Ks9_Yg2ii33vP8OHDHRDDGls7FrtwsK7AhT6gj97B87t4z73rUvY-YItnpfjWLE6NFOEb1ClXw0vdAIw_7wYnLFjeTPwWeK1Q/s320/n1306100023_185091_7253.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes your love blinds me<br />Temporarily you dissolve<br />Only to resolve ever more clear, pure.<br />In a cloudless night sky<br />Your rose is proud, insistent<br />Gilt-edged petals, luminous<br />Frame the depth of amity<br />Blood-red amour<br />Solace in warmth<br />My hand surrounds yours<br />Your hand coheres with mine<br />The thorns transfix our mortality<br />As we read through insidious eyes<br />Inciting what is ours<br />I am inside you<br />You possess me.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-76623779532917106702008-11-11T03:12:00.000-08:002008-11-11T03:21:02.096-08:00Picnic on Daisy Mountain....<div align="center"><strong></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQAFIyxR1rUt-CAU9Tq2ENMg7IrrP4OEhKyd6jJfWGVD4xrh3qofKXIosMWtQXjDjrfhcTk05FPh69LxnZV44hICB7XybEeVgavNQpN-S9aPK4OWf2IdB8UOnBxjCwTZcfMsBHXI5vag/s1600-h/800px-BenNevis2005+photo+by+Thincat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267356311523929874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQAFIyxR1rUt-CAU9Tq2ENMg7IrrP4OEhKyd6jJfWGVD4xrh3qofKXIosMWtQXjDjrfhcTk05FPh69LxnZV44hICB7XybEeVgavNQpN-S9aPK4OWf2IdB8UOnBxjCwTZcfMsBHXI5vag/s400/800px-BenNevis2005+photo+by+Thincat.jpg" border="0" /></a> Take me to your place my dear</div><div align="center">It is where i want to be</div><div align="center">Show me all the wonderous sights</div><div align="center">Show me all there is to see</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Let me hear you laugh my sweet</div><div align="center">It is the sound i long to hear</div><div align="center">The music in the mountain breeze</div><div align="center">Your warm breath in my ear</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Surrender to me your body my love</div><div align="center">And i will search within your soul</div><div align="center">May our spirits be entwined as one</div><div align="center">And make love, be our goal</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Entrust me with your gift so precious</div><div align="center">Yield to what you believe</div><div align="center">Present our senses with enjoyment</div><div align="center">And with devotion, we'll conceive</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Give me the scent of daisies honey</div><div align="center">Give yourself all to me</div><div align="center">And i will give to you, my life</div><div align="center">All you desire, with my key.<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">(Photo by Thincat)</span></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-4842365495069047402008-11-10T15:06:00.000-08:002008-11-10T15:09:18.107-08:00Interview with a Worm....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sWBAwL8jx1PzluHpyPdiutBlmBU0U2VYqzEpo2va_MPxiXV55Ye_iCFFKjI7CNaDlwhO4ijz_PzBlTFAJg4O4e3_Nk0RaKPm_FP2rvOho4ELGkom7AsClV5WjxkDJTgvca8vtr8yVAc/s1600-h/800px-Earthworm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267169517558148434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sWBAwL8jx1PzluHpyPdiutBlmBU0U2VYqzEpo2va_MPxiXV55Ye_iCFFKjI7CNaDlwhO4ijz_PzBlTFAJg4O4e3_Nk0RaKPm_FP2rvOho4ELGkom7AsClV5WjxkDJTgvca8vtr8yVAc/s400/800px-Earthworm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><br />Q. From that low down, dear worm, how do you know where you are?<br />A. From this low down, i see everything above me.<br />Q. How do you know what direction to travel in?<br />A. The sun guides me through the day, the stars at night.<br />Q. Do you have a destination?<br />A. My destination? To be where i am.... and to wait for the rain which, hopefully, won't drown me.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-52426442718652933622008-11-09T09:02:00.000-08:002008-11-09T09:11:04.062-08:00Jealousy....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dseSbPmDFlIlniF_TOMjIVvDRyyD-GWyIbdmgaoF0Zrq3trt1J6qhQVfhPU88G6vcjYS2AEH77YD2z2tk4tRW6XOjOA1dcBu30C27eEkUS8tEkTdMIlyfPHtaZCAAtN2vPlHIQ0uZQA/s1600-h/KarenWhimseyValentineMain+-+Jealousy.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266705364396356386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dseSbPmDFlIlniF_TOMjIVvDRyyD-GWyIbdmgaoF0Zrq3trt1J6qhQVfhPU88G6vcjYS2AEH77YD2z2tk4tRW6XOjOA1dcBu30C27eEkUS8tEkTdMIlyfPHtaZCAAtN2vPlHIQ0uZQA/s320/KarenWhimseyValentineMain+-+Jealousy.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">"Jealousy is defined as a protective reaction to a perceived threat to a valued relationship, arising from a situation in which the partner's involvement with an activity and/or another person is contrary to the jealous person's definition of their relationship." (Bevan, 2004, page 195) </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">Jealousy....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Incisions bleed releasing the fight</div><div align="center">Cognitive wishes levelling the light</div><div align="center">Inglorious fears perpetuate past</div><div align="center">Nihilism forever, annihilate last</div><div align="center">Untold dangers, perceived privation</div><div align="center">Suppress disquiet, cultivate elation.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882873031294239523.post-4608728592246161492008-11-09T08:52:00.000-08:002008-11-09T09:13:30.639-08:00Our Dance....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LJgCwD5Tjc4QrDQ5IL1qvEhP_ero7vDSdOpE83YEsZ2UnD3Du4jMEfzoSDhgsZr_6y88FMk12nDajzPLVhaeuujJZdzuz0TcW0OBPkvZecKVt8B1ty41mlzO4LhP6-n2URALUAZXLlQ/s1600-h/Dancing_Woman-Greek-3rd_Century_BC.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266703338216248834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LJgCwD5Tjc4QrDQ5IL1qvEhP_ero7vDSdOpE83YEsZ2UnD3Du4jMEfzoSDhgsZr_6y88FMk12nDajzPLVhaeuujJZdzuz0TcW0OBPkvZecKVt8B1ty41mlzO4LhP6-n2URALUAZXLlQ/s320/Dancing_Woman-Greek-3rd_Century_BC.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Our Dance....</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Is the sun through silver curtains</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The warmth in our minds</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">And the harmony of the music</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Seeing the light</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Feeling the glow</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">And learning the sound</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">It is clarity</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">It is contentment</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">It is listening (to love)</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The Dance of Devotion</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Photo: Andrew Balet</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0