willowed cables entwined
confident in the bind
strait and narrow, strong
slight curve at the hilt
meeting emotion
with a halt
holding decision
above impulse
strong, wise and steady
grounded by design
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Yes, I am aware.
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No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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«Oldest ‹Older 1601 – 1800 of 2315 Newer› Newest»I dunno, RW.
Cat's the only one I'm familiar with, but it might have been a cover or something.
I could find out?
I didn't realize so many people covered it.
I can't find the original author :/
Is it Terry Jacks?
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long anytime
She goes away
Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't a home
Anytime she goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know I know, I know, I know
Hey I'll leave the young thing alone
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Damn. That one made me sad. :(
Oh WOW! A girl just made a comment on tv, "I prefer the actual sun."
O_O
Found this, Mustard:
Originally "Le Moribond" ("The Dying Man"), this was written and performed in French by Belgian poet-composer Jacques Brel in 1961.
Apparantly, Nirvana also did a cover of it (!)
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a day that I could give you
Id give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
Id sing a song to make you feel this way
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a tale that I could tell you
Id tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
Id make a wish for sunshine all the while
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high
Sunshine almost always
^_^
Ah, John Denver :)
My mom used to play his music all the time on the 8-track in her car.
Yah, Terry Jacks is the original author!
Thanks RW! I learned me something today!
Apparantly, Nirvana also did a cover of it (!)
And Blink182 O_O
Who'da thunk it?
I'm walkin' on sunshine
Whoa oh!
I'm walkin' on sunshine
Whoa oh oh!
And don't it feel good?!
Hey!
A Flower for all of BlogBelieve
You know, keeping with the theme of Spring and all. ^_~
Jacks wrote and recorded a number of other songs and went on to become a successful record producer for other Canadian singers, earning a Juno nomination as "Producer of the Year". Jacks claimed on a VH1 special to have written "Seasons In The Sun" after a friend of his just died. The song was actually penned by Jacques Brel, with the English translation by Rod McKuen; however, Jacks re-wrote the lyrics for the third verse.
Looks like it was originally written by somebody else, but reworked by Terry Jacks.
I had no idea one song could have so many authors & incarnations!
Aww, that's lovely, Salt & Vinegar :)
Did you know that John Denver was cremated with the 1910 Gibson guitar his grandmother had given him?
*RW is trivia hunting*
WOW. That's pretty neat.
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No.
Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
No.
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.
Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me.
Do anything you can to control me.
Oh, no.
Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.
There's a place that I go,
But nobody knows.
Where the rivers flow,
And I call it home.
And there's no more lies.
In the darkness, there's light.
And nobody cries.
There's only butterflies.
Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.
Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.
Take me away: A secret place.
To better days take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.
The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.
The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.
Nice. ^_^
Smoke: The flower is beautiful.
Did you know that John Denver was cremated with the 1910 Gibson guitar his grandmother had given him?
That's so nice. :)
I'm sorry to K and M. The comment has been deleted
We starve look at one another short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Sining our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer from Timothy Leary deary
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Great play, Hair.
*finds inner peace*
When the moon is in the seventh house
And jupiter aligns with mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of aquarius
Age of aquarius
Aquarius
Aquarius
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more lies and no derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the minds true liberation
Aquarius
Aquarius
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Okay, last one and I'll shut up.
I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on,
It's coming on
(Rah, yeah)
It's coming on,
It's coming on
Finally someone let me
Out of my cage
Now time for me is nothin'
'Cause I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there now
You shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs and
I'm under each snare
Intangible (ah y'all)
I bet you didn't think so
I command you to,
Panoramic view (you)
Look I'll make it
All manageable
Pick and choose,
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes,
Who you think is
Really kicking tunes
Picture you getting down
And I'll picture too
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional,
Mystical-maybe
Spiritual hero who appears
On you to
Clear your view (yeah)
When you're too crazy
Lifeless for whose definition
Is for what life is
Priceless to you because
I put ya on the hype shift
Did ya like it?
Gut smokin' righteous
But one talkin' psychic
But among knows possess you
With one though
I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
(That's right)
The future is coming on
It's coming on,
It's coming on,
It's coming on,
It's coming on
The essence, the basics
Without it you make it
Allow me to make
This child like a nature
Rhythm you have it
Or you don't
That's a fallacy,
I'm in them
Every spiralling tree,
Every child of peace
Every cloud I see you
See with your eyes
You see destruction and demise
(That's right)
Corruption in the skies
From this f***ing enterprise that
I'm sucked into your lies
The Russell that is muscles
The percussion he provides
For me I say God,
Y'all can see me now
'Cause you don't see
With your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the end of it
So I'm gonna stick around
With Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rounds of motherf***ers
Remember but the thought is
I brought all this so you can
Survive when
Law is lawless (right here)
Fearless, sensations that
You thought was dead
No squealing, remember that
It's all in your head
I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy,
I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but
Not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on, It's coming on,
It's coming on, It's coming on
My future (future)
It's coming on, It's coming on,
It's coming on
My future
It's coming on, It's coming on,
It's coming on
My future
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
With the 'dro in the wind
Trick Daddy! YEEEAAHHH!
^_^
1:48, I love that song.
Here's another favorite.
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet, yeah
Make you wanna move your dancing feet now
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, y'all, can you understand?
When the mornin' gather the rainbow, yeah, yeah
Want you to know, I'm a rainbow too now
To the rescue, here I am
Want you to know, y'all, can you, can you, can you understand?
Sun is shining, the weather is sweet now
Make you wanna move your dancing feet, yeah
But to the rescue, here I am
Want you to know just if you can, here I stand, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Can you understand me now, baby?
Do you believe me?
♥
Oh, that's Bob Marley of course. ^_^
All these lovely songs of sunshine and the most obvious hasn't been mentioned yet;
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away^_^
It was on the porch, Anon. I think Mustard posted it there.
It's one of my favorites!
IT'S ME!!!
Nice portrait, Mustard :D
V8 Splash Fruit Medley.
I don't know what I didn't already know that was you!
It's so obvious! ^_~
You're mighty tasty by they way.
Ok. I don't know WHY I didn't already know that was you.
Be back in a little bit!
See you all later!
Prepare yourself for jokes about "fruity goodness" etc. ;D
The Sun Rising by John Donne
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late schoolboys, and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long:
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me
Whether both the'Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear: "All here in one bed lay."
She'is all states, and all princes I,
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compar'd to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy'as we,
In that the world's contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere
I know, right?
B-E-A-Utiful.
Psh!
Saucy pedantic wretch
0_0
Prepare yourself for jokes about "fruity goodness" etc. ;D
I knew someone would go there. ;)
Anon, I see your's, and I raise you:
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
------ organ solo ------
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Splash, that's one of my alltime favorite songs. ^_^
Oh, and,
------ organ solo ------
heee.
Nice one Mustard. And how about:
Now the time has come
The music's between us
Though the night seems young
Is at an end
Only change will bring
You out of the darkness
In this moment everything is born again
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Now the fireball burns
We go round together
As the planet turns into the light
Something more than dreams to
Watch out for each other
Coz we know what it means to be alive
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Feel the new day enter your life
Feel the new day
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Give me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow’d grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis’d grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat—give me serene-moving animals, teaching content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can walk undisturb’d;
Give me for marriage a sweet-breath’d woman, of whom I should never tire;
Give me a perfect child—give me, away, aside from the noise of the world, a rural, domestic life;
Give me to warble spontaneous songs, reliev’d, recluse by myself, for my own ears only;
Give me solitude—give me Nature—give me again, O Nature, your primal sanities!
—These, demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement, and rack’d by the war-strife;)
These to procure, incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,
While yet incessantly asking, still I adhere to my city;
Day upon day, and year upon year, O city, walking your streets,
Where you hold me enchain’d a certain time, refusing to give me up;
Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich’d of soul—you give me forever faces;
(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries;
I see my own soul trampling down what it ask’d for.)
------ organ solo ------
heee.
I am not dirty. You've proven me wrong too many damn times. ;)
(I love everything about that song. It's so dark and good.)
Anon:
I like! We've got fans here!
Keep On The Sunny Side
There's a dark and a troubled side of life
There's a bright and a sunny side too
Though we meet with the darkness and strife
The sunny side we also may view
Keep on the sunny side always on the sunny side
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us every day it will brighten all our way
If we keep on the sunny side of life
Oh the storm and its fury broke today
Crushing hopes that we cherish so dear
The clouds and storm will in time pass away
The sun again will shine bright and clear
Let us greet with a song of hope each day
Though the moment be cloudy or fair
Let us trust in our Savior always
To keep us every one in His care
Give me the splendid silent sun
Set to music, it's even more beautiful.
Life's been good to me so far
Hope its been kind to you
Stand strong in the storms of life
The sun will always shine on you
Sdock, I like 'em.
Hello Mustard and Solly....anyone else around! How are you ladies today? I think perhaps ya'll sunshiney!!!!
Where is everyone? Well, I hope they are out enjoying some fresh air and sunshine
:D
Solly: Thanks for the kind words regarding my poem. I'm glad you enjoyed it. As for posting more of my work, well......
ya'll how quiet and shy I am.
;P
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*permission to burst into laughter now
I can't stay and chat. I just wanted to say HOWDY and contribute to the SUNSHINE!!!
CYANIDE SUN
(HIM)
Lyrics:
Should’ve known how hard it is to stop tearing each other apart
Separating souls entwined with all these labyrinthine lies
I am dead to you, a shadow doomed
My love, forever in the dark
And of all untruths the truest is you
Too close to my heart
This emptiness I’ve made my home
Embracing memories of dreams long gone
One last caress from the corpse of love is all I want
Underneath the cyanide sun
We’ve sailed the seas of grief on a raft built with our tears
Looking for a way to disappear for a moment from our deepest fears
I’ll be drowning you in this river of gloom
Forever in my heart
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A little gloom and doom sunshine, that is!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
PS: someone must post the lyrics to "Black Hole Sun"
^little HINT there^
Are you on Kapu? I want to say I read your poem to Mayo and..... you're a bit of a genius n your own way. I hope you go far.
the sun has got his hat on
hip hip hip hooray
the sun has got his hat on and he is coming out to play :)
flying visit kiddies.
carrie, you big meffer ho, email botch. all the way over the water and up and away.
have fun hunnies, bye bye
fimblelina
xxxx
Hello to anyone who is here. Great lyrics/ poems guys.
Good Afternoon Mayo.
Good afternoon anon.
FIMBLE! Oh my gosh, I missed you yesterday. ^_^
Thank you, anon. I read your words wrong at first, and it sounded like you had read, to Mayo, the poem that I'd written. I was like, "Huh?"
Well, I'm getting ready to go to my friend's house for most of the night so I won't be on later.
Aloha to everyone hanging around! ^_^
Hi k, bye k.
Howdy ladies!
What's up?
Hello my lovely Pancake-Zilla. How are you? *hugs*
I'm really hungry, BC! I'm about to make some dinner or I'll have to feed on you! hehe
How are you doing?
Then you must get something to eat or else, if you come after me, I'll run away. Hehe.
I'm doing alright, just writing a new blog. How about yourself?
Hello BC and Siobhan how are you?
Hello MJ. How are you? I'm doing pretty good, thanks.
I'm well bc.
That's good MJ. Pancake-Zilla, where are you? Are you preparing yourself to destroy and eat another town? ;D
Well, I'm always a bit grumpy when I'm hungry.
Hello MJ!
How is it going?
Anything you want to talk about Bc?
Pancake-Zilla, if you want, you can eat me ^_^
MJ, let's see... It's a pretty quiet day and right now I'm writing a rough draft to post on my blog, but maybe siobhan-san has something to talk about.
Today is a day for me to just be quiet and contemplate on stuff. Maybe it's the weather that's having this effect on me.
Oh my God! Did anyone visit Pixie's picture blog?
There a fantastic pictures of Finland.
Pixie is so incredibly talented.
Pixie's wonderful pictures
Pixie takes some beautiful pictures
I shall check out those pictures. She takes some really beautiful ones
Yes, she does! I really think she should begin a career as a photographer.
Siobhan-san, irony is, I just told her that. I left her a comment saying she should be a photographer :)
Well, it is the truth, isn't it!
The pictures are unbelievable.
I so do understand why she doesn't want to leave Helsinki!
Yes it is.
But there are other beautiful places in the world that she could that pictures of.
That's also true.
Wow, it's boring here.
T'is pretty quiet at Mayo's this afternoon, to be sure!
I think we should start talking about Gerard and Frank and soon the anons will be here and entertain us.
Hey RW!
How are you?
Yes it is. So I give you a joke.
* The Bottom Line
A cowboy rides his horse up to a saloon.
All the patrons gawked as the cowboy kissed his horse on the butt before coming in and asking for a drink.
The bartender serves him and asks, "Mind if I ask why'd ya kiss your horse on the butt?"
The cowboy says, "It's 'cause I got chapped lips."
The bartender asks, "Does manure help them heal?"
Cowboy replies, "No, but it keeps me from licking them."
Hahaha! Hilarious, MJ!
Hullo, Siobhan :D How's your weekend been so far?
Hullo also to BC and MJ :D
Siobhan-san, let's do that. I'm sure it'd attract their attention. Muhaha. Hullo RW *squeeze*
Ewww MJ! Lol
Hello RW how are you?
Thank you Siobhan
I'm good, MJ :) Thinking about doing some grocery shopping. How are you?
Hi everyone!
I'm alright. I just want to get a conversation started. We don't really talk that much on the blog anymore.
Hello safe how are you?
Hello Safe. How are you dear?
Hullo, Safe :)
It's been pretty good, RW. Thanks for asking.
How's yours?
I'm really bad at telling jokes, but I will try.
A vampire comes into a bar
and orders a glass of hot water.
The bartender is surprised and curious.
He gives the vampire the glass with the hot water and asks:
Excuse me, but you are obviously a vampire. What do you want to do with the hot water?
The vampire then takes a used tampon out of his pocket and says:
Tea time!
One face looks out from all his canvases,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,
A saint, an angel—every canvas means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
No as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.
I'm well and everyone else?
One evening a man was at home watching TV and eating smarties.
He'd toss them in the air, then catch them in his mouth.
in the middle of catching one, his wife asked a question, and
as he turned to answer her, a Smartie fell in his ear. He tried and tried to dig it out but succeeded in only pushing it in deeper.
He called his wife for assistance, and after hours, of trying they became worried and decided to go to hospital.
As they were ready to go out the door, their daughter came home with her date. After being informed of the problem, their daughter's date said he could get the Smartie out.
The young man told the father to sit down, then shoved two fingers up the father's nose and told him to blow hard. When the father blew his nose, the Smartie flew out.
The mother and daughter jumped and yelled for joy. The young man Insisted that it was nothing and the daughter took the young man out to the kitchen for something to eat.
Once he was gone the mother turned to the father.
She said, "That's wonderful! Isn't he clever? What do you think he's going to be when he grows older?"
The father replied................. "From the smell of his fingers................... our son-in-law!"
^ Very rude. Sorry.
Hello Safe! *hugs*
Good to see you here!
Sorry...Smarties are like M&M's for anyone outside the UK.
Hallo Siobhan. *hugs meime fisch back*
Hello painter. Lovely poem. Siobhan-san, eww! ;D
Method Actress talks to Mayo like she knows who it is.
Method actress says the one person she really knows on here is Gentle Vengeance.
When are you all going to see that Gentle Vengeance REALLY IS Mayo and the "joke" wasn't really a joke?
You are fools if you can't see what she is doing to you here.
Have you ever heard of Harry Houdini? Well he wasn't like today's magicians who are only interested in television ratings. He was an artist. He could make an elephant disappear in the middle of a theater filled with people, and do you know how he did that? Misdirection.
Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.
Safe and Siobhan ewww lol but ewww.
Anon, dude, GV is not Mayo. That is ancient history. It's time to move on.
I hate smarties. Bleh.
*Smiling because she grossed MJ out!*
Anon I don't care who mayo is. Anyway GV never changed anything on the mayo blog or on the profile. so until that happens I don't believe that GV is mayo. I need more than just word s in this case.
What MJ said. No one cares who Mayo is.
That was funny, Safe! *giggles*
What did I tell you? We didn't have to wait long and we even didn't have to talk about Gerard and Frank!
Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.
It's a great power to have, to be sure.
Even better when no one knows you can do it.
Illusionist,
Harry Houdini also spent a vast majority of his time trying to dissuade people from following the ' Spiritualist ' movement, to no great avail.
Why?
Because they wanted/ needed to believe.
Leave people to their choices.
hello mib how are you?
With that said and done,
Good evening Mayo.
Good evening all.
What's happened with Carrie? Is she okay?
Hi Mustard!
Hi GS!
How are you guys?
Hello GS how are you?
Cinderella is now 95 years old.
After a fulfilling life with the now dead prince, she happily sits upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat named Bob for companionship.
One sunny afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the fairy godmother. Cinderella said, 'Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years'?
The fairy godmother replied, 'Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life since I last saw you. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?'
Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, she uttered her first wish:
'The prince was wonderful, but not much of an investor.
I'm living hand to mouth on my disability cheques, and I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension.
Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold.
Cinderella said,
'Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother'
The fairy godmother replied,
'It is the least that I can do.
What do you want for your second wish?'
Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said,
'I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had.'
At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside her that had been dormant for years.
And then the fairy godmother spoke once more:
'You have one more wish; what shall it be?'
Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says, 'I wish for you to transform Bob, my old cat, into a kind and handsome young man.'
Magically, Bob suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biological make-up that, when he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful the likes of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.
The fairy godmother said,
'Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life.'
With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity,
the fairy godmother was gone as suddenly as she appeared.
For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes.
Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen.
Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, & held her close in his young muscular arms.
He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as he whispered...
'Bet you're sorry now that you cut my nuts off'
Hullo, GS! :D
Hi mustards. Good evening GS. It's good to see you here again. Carrie left the blogs last night. I guess it was because of the anons.
I tried going to her profile to send an email, but she made it private.
GS I'm not sure all I saw was something about her leaving. Given the way this place is now I can't say i blame her.
Hello BC, Martha, Mustard,Safe and Siobhan.
I'm okay thanks, how are all of you?
Love the jokes by the way :)
HI GS!
Oh, hello RW :)
Sorry about that!
Fuck, Safe!! That was hysterical!!!
I'm okay GS. Just feeling tired, but thank you for asking.
GS, love the joke :D
Bummer about Carrie, I don't think I ever actually spoke to her ' in person '. It's a damn shame :(
I'm glad you liked it!
Wow, for people posted at the same time! Foursies!!!!
*four*
Is this 'edit button' night again?
Bleeding Chaos said...
GS, love the joke :D
Sorry poppet, 'twasn't me, you must have scanned down to Safe's joke. Thanks anyhow :D
I hope she decides not to leave for good. Just like the OP's.
They should all come back!
hello, everyone.
hello, mayo.
i finally read all the comments. *phew*
Odd.
GS, it's a damn shame indeed. And oops, sorry about the joke. I thought it was you who posted it ^_^
Hey there squeak squeak. How are you? *squeeze*
Hullo, TJ! :)
Hello method actress
Hello.
Siobhan said...
I hope she decides not to leave for good. Just like the OP's.
They should all come back!
March 15, 2008 5:39 PM
I agree. Although I wasn't commenting then, I was lurking and I miss reading their comments.
Hi Toujour
There once was an oyster, whose story I'll tell
Who found that some sand, had gotten into his shell
It was only a grain, but gave him great pain
For oysters have feelings, although they are plain
Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate
That had brought him to such a deplorable state?
"No", he said to himself, "Since I cannot remove it",
I'll lie in my shell, and think how to improve it",
The years rolled around, as the years always do,
And he came to his ultimate destiny .... stew.
Now the small grain of sand that had bothered him so,
Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow,
This tale has a morale, for isn't it grand,
What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?
Think...what could we do, if we'd only begin,
With some of the things that get under our skin.
But they never finish which amazes me.
Someone comes along, pries you open, robs everything you worked so hard to make, everything beautiful, and all you're left with is a shell.
An oyster without a pearl.
Hello TJ!
Hello Method Actress!
How are you?
I wish Carrie would have told us why she left.
I'm worried.
-A
Hello Method Actress.
TJ
You're here, you're really here!!!!
So, I slept for the most enormous amount of time yesterday and consequently had a rather weird dream.
I dreamt that I was at a press conference for MCR and all the time Ray kept rubbing his hand in what looked like pain.
So I grab my hand cream out of my bag, scoot my chair over to his and start to give his hand a massage.
Then, you know in ' Friends ' when Phoebe gives Monica a massage and she starts making sex noises, that's what Ray does.
Gerard is all like ' carry on, nobody's noticing ', Mikey and Bob are their usual straight faced hilarious selves and Frank is literally on the floor pissing himself laughing.
End of dream.
I have come to the conclusion that sleep is not good for my mental well being and I shall have to re- evaluate my need for it!!
hi and a nice afternoon/evening, how´s everyone?
Hullo, Mustard and Amyranth :)
Hi & bye, actually. Time to grocery shop! Have a good evening, all! :)
What an odd dream GS.
siobhan are you still here? I need to talk to you, I have a problem with the technology ^^
Hi Amy, Elena and Toujours.
Hello Method Actress.
hi to everyone who said "hi"!
yes, elena, i am really here. got my reserved time on the library computer and everything.
Hi Pixie!
See you later RW.
Safe - yes it was rather :S
Hi Pixie.
Hey everyone
TJ got that new chapter ready..huh, huh????
Hi there, Amyranth and Elena!
How are you guys doing?
Hello Pixie, my dear!
Alles geschmeidig?
Bye RW!
Bring some chocolate ice with you!
TJ got that new chapter ready..huh, huh????
*pssht*
hardly. maybe by my next time, though.
hey, i read those comments claiming mayo didn't know weaver girl was kapunua -- do you suppose that's true? i mean, didn't she say that once before, that she was? that that was her poetry persona?
it didn't even occur to me that he wouldn't know that. i guess i tend to think of him as a bit omniscient when it comes to the blog. *heh*
i wonder if he didn't, who he thought he was writing to?
sorry if this is old...
i just read it, and it got my nancy drew all up. :)
Have to go - Green Day: Storytellers is on VH1!
Love to you all.
SIOBHAN, MJ, BC you girls are crazy *laugh* just saw that siobhan posted the link to my photoblog, you mad eme blush ^^
well there are other beautiful places that´s true, but I saw again today, how many beautiful places helsinki has :(
hi to everyone who arrived and bye to everyone who´s leaving us for now :)
Hiya guys!
Where's Sister M? I need her and her Boots Of Great Ass Kicking.
-A
Bye, Safe!
Tschüß, mein kleiner Fisch!
Take care!
Where's Sister M? I need her and her Boots Of Great Ass Kicking.
Oooo, whyfore??
I only said the truh, Pixie :-)
You made amazing pictures and I think your talent should also be acknowledged here for once!!!
gnothi seauton said...
Where's Sister M? I need her and her Boots Of Great Ass Kicking.
Oooo, whyfore??
Roommate who hasn't paid up in rent yet. He owes us $500 and claims he can't afford it, but he has Rock Band set up in his bedroom.
-A
You made amazing pictures and I think your talent should also be acknowledged here for once!!!
Absolutely, I concur. Your photographs are beautiful.
Amy - RockBand being ....?
Rock Band is a video game, like Guitar Hero, but more involved. You can play drums, bass, guitar or sing.
Costs $200 and he can't afford to pay me rent.
-A
Bye Safe. Hello my dear pixie, how are you? I'm in the middle of doing something, so I'll be back in a bit.
thanks gs and siobhan *hugs*
amyranth: roommates can be a pain in the a** right? I had a roommate a year ago, who also couldn´t afford paying the rent, she drove me crazy and we had a lot of problems and she still ows me a lot of money ^^
how good that I had so much luck with my last roommate, a finnish guy and also with my roommate now....
Hi Amy, Elena. Bye Rw *squeeze*
hiya bc *hugs*
well good luck with what ever you´re doing right now ;)
writing you an email, elena (if you're lurking).
Pixie, we just got him paid up completely on cash, and now it's almost the end of the month, and he's still not paid us at all!
Ack!
-A
Costs $200 and he can't afford to pay me rent.
Well, depending on how well you get on together, you could take his Rock Band in lieu of payment , to be returned when he has repaid all that he owes.
That might work.
Ugh, this sucks, Amy!
Lurking I am, TJ
Hey BC
* dons widow's weeds *
I am in mourning.
' The Immortality Project ' is no more.
* flails and falls to the ground sobbing *
hi elena and tj... :)
damn that sucks a! you should kick his ass!
Aww, I liked that site, GS.
It was fantasting with all those scanned articles.
you shouldn't lurk, elena. my time is almost up and i haven't got a chance to chat with you. :(
gnothi, is that true? they gave up on tip after all? that was my first online experience with the fandom. it was a great site.
hey there pixie! sorry, i missed your comment there!
i have to read so fast these days because i only ever have just two hours online at a time. :(
how are you doing?
Aww, I liked that site, GS.
It was fantasting with all those scanned articles.
The best archive that I ever found. Every MCR article under the same roof. Where am I going to do my detective work now?
TJ - certainly looks like it. There is general consternation every where, asking where it's gone. Maybe they didn't have the funds to keep going.
i´m ok tj it was snowing today but melted away, but it was kinda like hollywood-snow :) I always remember that word when it starts snowing :)
how are you? long time no talk! oh damn it´s not funny to have not enough time for internet, especially with answering emails etc ^^
Yes, GS, they were always asking people to donate.
Hello everybody my internet went all odd for a while but I'm back. I'm catching up right now.
gnothi, that's a real shame. i tried to donate when i could, but ihvaen't been able to for a long while. i really liked the chick that ran the place -- she was so friendly in her emails! fooey. i was hoping it would make a comeback.
pixie, do you really think of "hollywood snow"? heehee! that makes me happy! i'll have to pass that along to my mom, whenever i eventually talk to her next -- she's the one who calls it that.
my time's almost up again -- ten minutes left is all. :(
Yes, GS, they were always asking people to donate.
* roots around in pocket *
I have 27p and some fluff, will that do? Please come back TIP :(
Well that is sad. I mean you think given the way some fans will throw their money at anything MCR related that they would have given to them.
Toujours - the end of an era. I bow my head to its passing.
*joins in with a silent moment*
it was a great group of people. it was the first place where i learned how unique and supportive mcr fans are.
and now i have to go -- 2 minutes left and counting!
talk yo you all when i get back i hope! (probably tuesday eveing, i'm thinking.)
bye!
be good!
Well that is sad. I mean you think given the way some fans will throw their money at anything MCR related that they would have given to them.
I can't talk, I never donated to them. Wish I had now.
How are you feeling today Martha?
mayo,
i'm here and i'm gone again.
and when i'm here, i mostly feel out-of-sync.
but that will change, i think. once i can get back online, and be a true regular again.
it's difficult to hang on, being restricted to just a quick dip in blogbelieve every once in awhile, but each time i return, i have the possibility of new words from you.
it's a good lure.
i saw that kapunua used a spider motif in one of her last poems, so now i feel a little funny to be telling you that i can feel the spider's thread around my wrist, comfortingly tight, as always. but it's true, no matter how many poems are written about spiders.
no matter what, mayo, i'm still ecto-tj, hovering up here in the corner with the cobwebs. even if most of what i assume about this blog and your words are products of my overactive imagination, still, i am who i am, silly and ridiculous maybe, but true.
toujours.
caress me, I'm so soft and pretty
So long Toujours.
See you soon.
caress me, I'm so soft and pretty
Not just now thanks.
Well, the things on the site are not lost.
Maybe, she will donate enough again so that she can continue with TIP?
bye tj take care!
jep I remember, you told me your mom calls it like that and always when it starts snowing now I´m thinking "wow hollywood-snow" or "damn no hollywood-snow" :)
Well, the things on the site are not lost.
Maybe, she will donate enough again so that she can continue with TIP?
Hopefully.
the illusionist said...
Have you ever heard of Harry Houdini? Well he wasn't like today's magicians who are only interested in television ratings. He was an artist. He could make an elephant disappear in the middle of a theater filled with people, and do you know how he did that? Misdirection.
Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.
Swordfish.
Niiiiiice.
Perfect English again, Siobhan.
EDIT BUTTON!!!
I can'T believe this!!!!!!!!!!!
I WANT TO DIE!!!!
I just pretend that I was first!!!
I can't see your post, smoke!
Just like Houdini I make people believe that it's just not there!!!!
hehe
Bwahahaha!
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