Hhmmm how do i get near you?
close enough. just close enough to smell you...
Hhmmm how do i get near you?
close enough. just close enough to smell you...
"JUST A WOMAN? Oh honey no!
I am awesome with a splash of bitch and a dash of wonderful.
10 months.. and forever to go!
are you still married? when's that gonna wrap up?
still married. still believe in god. when r u going to grow up?
crazy questions from a crazy friend. god help him!
"it's not in the size of the ship, it's the motion of the ocean"
"sometimes laughing isn't something you do for fun
it's a relief when you have nowhere to run"
it's raining again..
ohh lalala...
shower's gonna be cold tomorrow..
I have found out that I've outgrown my favorite book. Now it seems I might just be on the verge of outgrowing blogging as well. Or did I simply lose my sense of wonder?
Still love sleeping late. Still love cats. Still like the idea of wearing cargo pants. But I think I know why a date palm looks so beautiful - it's how its branches, however separate, sway so together in the wind when you're underneath it and looking at the sky; when you're looking at something far away through the gaps in its slender leaves, it makes you feel – right at home.
I love you I love you I love you.
Last edited by splendid moonlight; 10-31-2008 at 08:53 AM.
nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood....
come as we go far away
from the noise of the street
walk a path so narrow
to a place where we feel at ease
some think it is haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
there's a stillness here
thankful found
child's pose angelic
a stone lamb at her feet
part the matted overgrowth
to read the carven elegy
some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
there's a stillness here
thankful found
born in New Albion
of Rice family elite
wed to Myron Bilowe
thrice with sons
blessed was she
some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
God's acre is a fenced in
hollow ground
here soon to rise up
Amelia tender and sweet
her last words spoke
all is well
all is peace
some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
God's acre is a fenced in
hollow ground
"Lilydale"
music: Robert Buck
lyrics: Natalie Merchant
10,000 Maniacs, 1985
Was listening to this last night, All Souls Day.
-RODION
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