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|Friday, April 6th, 2007|
Quantum Consciousness and the Fifth Dimension
Quantum Consciousness and the Fifth Dimension
By Indi Riverflow“Where ya comin’ from?”
Our worldview is largely a function of our location. The range of what we can experience and imagine is bounded by the culture that spawned us, and the place that we hold within it. Transcending locality is key to comprehending quantum consciousness.( Read On!Collapse ) Current Mood: contemplative
|Sunday, January 28th, 2007|
Blues4Kali- A Cult Classic for the End Times
What will Winter Solstice bring in 2012?
...an instant of Karma? ...an ethereal spiral dance of the collective soul? ... cosmic judgment leveled against civilization's expanse? ...destruction of the world as we know it? ...a chance for a new start? ...the rise and the revenge of the Goddess? or simply another day in the life of paranoia?
These are the false prophesies that your pastor warned you about!Reality Exchange Program
"Makes DMT seem like a whip-it."
Crazy Bear said there'd be days like this. As usual, no one believed him. Now, all I want to know is: where IS that lifeboat, and how DO I ditch this ship of fools, without any of these bliss ninnies noticing that I'm already gone?
Captain, my ass.
We are equal in this sea of madness.
That iceberg is looking awfully big.
Amana Mission is on a quest to save the world, and the only problem is, she can't remember why
she got involved with such an obvious scam in the first
saves. Christ. What a loser.Kali
kills first, and recycles later.
Hitchhikers, load up for a ride to the Other Side. You may wish you had gone Greyhound."What the...?"
*A cranky band of prankster peace warriors who absolutely cannot resist
messing with each other's minds, no matter the cost.
*Cocky alchemy-dabbling quantum surfers, navigating the Ethersphere with hand-held computers, switching timelines to find a better party vibe and swap tips about the best temporary toilets for use as interdimensional portals.
*A burnt-out visionary hippie millionaire on a mission from Gaia to build a better "communitopia" by underwriting a convoy carrying telepathic priestesses.
*A wheelchair-bound mindpilot propelling a crystal-powered Seed Bank toward the post-Apocalyptic Garden, with psychic precision...and a predilection for high-velocity extreme driving.
*Hermaphrodite time-jumper fleeing a fate worse than death.
*Anarchist ghettoes where anything goes-except escape.
*Ancient Principals vying like sweatsoaked carpetbaggers for our loyalty as the Final Vote is tallied.
*Long-haired security patrols collecting a cannabis tribute tax from all pilgrims to the Valley of Fun.
*And an underground meat mafia bringing a black magic revival to a bloodless dreamworld gone bland.
All brought together by a secret psychedelic superdrug that tunes users in to reality through the eyes of another archetypal avatar inhabiting a different state of space and time. Mahayana
made easy. Budding Buddha natures are running amuck on a virtual superhighway where all roads lead to the Bo tree and singularity.
Twenty-first century Tantra is about more than sex, drugs, and
rock and roll.Confronting the Karma of every wasted breath is only the first step.
Welcome to the End Times. Kali
awaits. She already knows
The 21st century counterculture is even weirder
than it appears on the surface. This is not
your mommy’s MTV Road Rules.Ride along
on this mesmerizing, metaphor-packed bus trip toward ecstasy and enlightenment, as three real-time guides-Amana, Sissy
, and Deva
, let you in on what they learned when they
asked what It was really
all about, after all.Become
them for a multilevel metafictional tour of infinity and awaken yourself
to the miracle-a-minute magic of mighty Mother Kali!Experience the Magic at www.blues4kali.com Current Mood: creative
|Friday, October 21st, 2005|
::The Rules of Engagement: Respect::
Rule 2: Respect
Aretha Franklin said it best:
Why is it that when a person knows that you dislike something, they continue to bring it up no matter what? Even if they had been asked, on several different occasions, to not do this such thing, or say this such phrase, whatever. Why is that?
Person 1: Hey, guess what I made for dinner tonight? Spinach.
Person 2: But I hate spinach.
Person 1: Nonchalantly. Yeah, I knew that. I made it anyway.
Person 2: Well, what am I going to eat for dinner then?
Person 1: I don’t know, sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I just got hungry for spinach and didn’t think about you.
This should be an incident reserved for people who don’t know any better, or have no feelings of guilt, or chivalry, or anything. This is what people do when they don’t think of anyone but themselves, when they don’t realize that words can hurt someone just as much as an action. Combine the two and it hurts just that much more.***
A person can only take so much of one thing that makes them melancholic before they decide to do things that they would otherwise not do. Explanation: A person can only feel so upset and so sad by something before they decide to drink more, smoke more, cut more, eat more, whatever, and therefore hurt themselves in their own personal manner. People need to begin to understand that what they do and say does have an effect on the world around them, even if they don’t think it does, or don’t want to believe it does. Everything you say has effected someone or something in some way. Everything.***
When you do something like that to someone, when you say something or do something in front of them that they otherwise asked you not to do, then that constitues a disrespect and disregard for someones feelings. That means, in the scenario above, Person 1 has to understand that they have hurt Person 2 in several different ways and therefore must deal with the fact that Person 2 will be upset in some way for several hours.***
Person 2 has every right to get upset or angry, or whatever emotion that they wish to feel at this. They have every right to do what needs to be done in order to correct this error against themselves and their pride. They have every right to get up and leave, to say something, to do everything short of making a scene, in order to get their point across and make someone understand these things. Person 2 also have every right to dislike Person 1 and no longer respect them either.***
If Person 1 decides that they wish to speak to Person 2, or they wish Person 2 to make dinner one night, Person 2 has every right to make exactly the thing that Person 1 would not want. It is Person 2’s right to do exactly to Person 1 what Person 1 did to them.
This is not without reason. Explanation: Person 1 should know what exactly it is that he has done to Person 2 and Person 2 has every right to teach him such a lesson by doing exactly that to him. ***
Person 1: comes home from school, work, jogging, whatever. Hey, what did you make for dinner tonight?***
Person 2: Nonchalantly, just as Person 1 did to them. Steamed vegetables.
Person 1: No meat? No spice? No flavor?
Person 2: Vegetables have vegetables flavors. Enjoy them for what they are.
Person 1: But I hate vegetables.
Person 2: Oh sorry. Sits down to eat.
Now, Person 2 is only allowed to do this as often as Person 1 does it, unless they wish it done to themselves. Explanation: If Person 2 is disrespecting Person 1 because Person 1 has recently disrespected Person 2, then it is not a problem. If Person 2, however, is disrespecting Person 1 just to disrespect them, they cannot be entirely too upset when Person 1 does this exact thing to them again in the near future. Also, Person 1 in this situation is allowed to be just as upset as Person 2.***
Respect is an essential part to living and to how the world functions on a basic level. If one person is disrespected, even in the smallest sense, then they have a right to feel melancholy, anger, whatever it is that they want to feel and retaliate in a similar fashion.***
These are the Rules of Engagement: Respect, as I see them. Current Mood: does disrespected count too?
|Monday, August 22nd, 2005|
::The Rules of Engagement::
I hate when people deliberately leave you out of things; when they're talking about something right in front of you but refuse to acknowledge that you are there, or that you could participate. Person 1: ::on the phone::
No, I'd really like to go, but it depends on a few things. Yeah, I'll let ya know. ::Hangs up::
I gotta find someone to go with me.Person 2: ::sits there staring. Person 1 walks off, or resumes the other business they had. Person 1 continues this in front of Person 2 until they go, a week later.::
I remember doing things like that in middle school. It was the best way to make someone understand that everyone is invited to join in the festivities, except the one person who wasn't asked. Translation: It was the best way to make them want so bad to go, and make them feel so left out in the end.
But, we are not in middle school anymore, for the most part. I am not, all of my friends have long since left that institution, so why then are people still playing these games? Translation: Why can't people just learn to say 'I don't want you to go' or 'I do want you to go but this is just a good friend thing.' Why do they play like they wanted you to go while they're gone, but before they leave it's like you don't even exist as an option?
And people who play these middle school games cannot use the claim that they were waiting for Person 2 to ask if they could come, or to offer themselves up, because most Person 2's wouldn't dream of inviting themselves along, which is exactly what that would be if they asked/offered. Most Person 2's have more dignity than that. If you're not asking, there's a good reason for it.***
People can only make you do so much. Translation: people can only 'talk you into' doing something that you've already wanted to do, you just needed/wanted an excuse to do. Other people 'talking you into' it is a great one.***
Once people have ‘talked you into’ doing whatever it was that you were doing, you are no longer allowed to long for that which you didn’t do. Translation: if someone ‘talked you into’ going out all night, you are only allowed to feel so much in the way of missing someone or something. Example: If you really wanted to stay in your own bed that night, but someone ‘talked you into’ staying out then you are only allowed to miss your bed so much, because it was your decision, in the end, to stay out.***
When you do that to someone, when you leave them out of things deliberately and loudly, you must suffer the consequences. Translation: If Person 2 feels left out, hurt and alone, you must deal with them feeling this when you arrive home also. They are not going to hide their feelings so Person 1 feels better about the decision they made. If the event was not previously marked as ‘friends only,’ or ‘boys/girls night out’ or whatever then Person 2 has every right to feel hurt, lonely and left out and Person 1 must understand this, deal with it, and accept it.***
If Person 1 makes a night ‘friends only’ then they must deal with the even worse feelings of Person 2. Translation: If something is made ‘friends only’ and Person 2 does not get invited, then Person 2 has every right to feel even worse than they would if it was given a different label, because that means that Person 1 does not think of them as good enough of a friend to be invited to a ‘friends only’ function.***
Person 2 has every right to not sit around and wait for Person 1 to return home. Translation: They have every right to make sure that they are not home when Person 1 is returning, just so Person 1 then has to wait for Person 2, like Person 2 had been doing. Person 2 has every right to go out with their friends, or by themselves, and not invite nor tell Person 1 where they are going so when Person 1 gets home they will simply find them not there. It is Person 2’s prerogative to not be like a dog, waiting patiently for its master to get home.***
If Person 1 comes home and starts giving the details of their night/day to Person 2, Person 2 does not have to care. Translation: Person 2 has every right to not inquire about Person 1’s night, as well as not care what Person 1 has to say about it. And if Person 1 does just offer up a description of the night, Person 2 has every right to tune them out, or stare at their forehead and concentrate real hard to pretend they’re listening, instead of actually listening.Person 2: ::comes home::
HeyPerson 1: ::is doing whatever they’re doing at the house::
Hey. Where were you?Person 2:
Out. ::Person 2 sits on the couch, or in their room, or whever, and starts doing other things.::Person 1:
So, last night we did this, this, and this.Person 2: ::continues to concentrate solely on what they’re doing. They may throw in a few head nods, ‘uh huh’s and ‘yeah’s but it doesn’t mean that they are actually listening, nor do they have to.::***
Now, don’t get me wrong, Person 2 cannot stay hurt, mad or angry for an exceptionally long time, but they do have the right to pull this exact same stunt on Person 1 in the future. Translation: If Person 1 is going to do that to Person 2, and if Person 2 gets over it fairly quick, they have every right to do this exact thing to Person 1 later in life. Example: If Person 2 has a party that they’re going to, they have every right to find someone other than Person 1 to go with, talk about it in front of Person 1, and make it a loud point not to invite Person 1, without making the ‘friends only’ or ‘boys/girls night out’ distinction. ***
These are the Rules of Engagement as I see them, pertaining to this specific situation.<C Current Mood: hurt
|Sunday, August 21st, 2005|
Why is it that the cynics in this world always seem to go just too far within themselves in their attempt at proving the cyniscm of the world? Hasn't generations before them already proved it to the point where it shouldn't need to be proven anymore?
I've had a lot of caffeine today, so my brain is going quicker than it usually does so my thoughts are just kind of falling out of my head. Sorry if this sounds disjointed.
Why are people always so willing to find a reason to not love, not be loved, even if they are in a relationship? Why is it easier to be alone, ultimately, then it is to be attached to anyone or anything? Is it because only when we are alone do we know how much we can do, how far we can go, and when we are attached to someone or something we begin to depend on them for certain things even if we don't know it and therefore can longer take care of ourselves?
Why is it that people feel the need to measure their worth based on what other people say, think or feel about them and how often they do these things? Why can't people just understand that it doesn't matter how much other people discuss you, your worth is based on what you think.
Why do people say that they'll be truthful with you, or that they will tell you things when they should, but then they rarely ever follow through with these promises? Why are promises these days completely for naught?
Being alone inside my head makes me really insane sometime.
Why are some people so ready to accept the doctrine that says that, unless you are purged of all of your sins before you die, you will spend eternity in hell, in tourture, when they can believe the idea that you just live over and over again trying to make yourself better a better personality, better entity?
I think everyone should just start to take life as it comes, and just let things roll off of them. Current Mood: pensive
|Wednesday, August 17th, 2005|
I'm new to the community, so I'm going to preface this entry. A little over a month ago I lost my favorite person in the entire world, my grandfather, to stomach cancer. His birthday was this past Saturday.
Had my first Pap dream. Had a bunch of other crazy dreams as well, but this is the only one that matters.
I was bike riding around what looked like a cross between Kissimmee and Pennsylvania (I've seen this place before in my dreams) and just having a generally good old time. The other person and I each had a backpack and I had my purse on the handlebars as well. We were getting ready to head back to my parents house in Kissimmee when I decided that we should take a different route, because we had been following the same one all day and I was getting bored with it. As we were biking down a street I looked to my right and saw my grandfather and my aunt hanging out in an open garage, just chilling. This was the same house my aunt used to live in. I saw them and got so excited because it was Pap. We took a detour over there and we were all hanging out, talking, whatever. The four of us went inside for a little while and somehow it came up that, in my dream, I was going to study to become a lawyer. Then we had to leave quickly because...well...I can't remember the reason, we just did. As we were leaving I could hear my grandfather bragging about how wonderful I would be as a lawyer and how I am so great, etc. As I was bike riding away all I could think was 'it doesn't matter, you won't be there to see it anyway' over and over because I knew he was going to die before he got to really see me accomplish anything. We made it back to my parents house and I threw my backpack on the table. Then I woke up with tears already in my eyes.
It took me almost a year, or over a year, to have my first Uncle Jim dream and that wasn't as emotional. I don't know what to do with myself now.
|Thursday, June 16th, 2005|
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We have two projects ongoing at the moment, The Pages Project and the Alternate Book Project. Both projects encourage people to participate and add contribution. You may write, draw, do anything as long as you honestly express who you are. If you check out the community we have several Pages scanned showing other people's contributions, and if you look around you will find all the information you need to know for each project. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
|Sunday, December 5th, 2004|
Hello. I realize I may not have posted much on any of these communities I'm a part of, but what a better way to break the ice than ask a question nearly everyone has an answer to? They may not give it, but hey, I tried. I'm also posting this on most of the ones I'm a part of because the more opinions, the merrier, right?
Right, so first off, I'm in my second year of highschool and I've been noticing lately that things go by too fast. Now, being a farily lazy person accused of apathy and lack of emotion on certain subjects and not being able to articulate certain points (unless written and/or rambled upon) thus not saying them at all because of my round about, usually "wrong" way of thinking, am asking for help to set some sort of stability here. This will eventually boil down to a choice by me and only me, but really, I'd appreciate it very much.
Blah, I'm off to a bad start. Forgive me, I'm awfully tired and am only doing this on impulse and the fact that when I usually don't, I regret it later on. There is a having and a loosing of something, you see, which seems a bit more worse than not having it at all. I've got all these questions now, why not?
So, I've also noticed your junior year is when the college hunting starts, all those hints the teachers drop you, all those papers you fill, all the auditions in some cases. You should at least have a vague idea of what you want your major or minor to be and I haven't the faintest to be honest. My interests are too broad at the moment, and I think that's why they start all this your junior year am I right? You can always change, I know, and some people don't know until their second year of college, but there is a point where it has to be made and if it's not there's a bunch of money and time wasted.
Writing, something I'd concider doing on my off days as a hobby, not so much interested in journalism so much though. It would be great if I could live off of nothing but my writing or get something published even on a small scale.
Art, though I can't draw, paint, sculpt, or anything else for the life of me. Mostly just the observing part.
I love photography, though that seems one of those techincal things that are more complicated than it seems, particularlly the type I like, abstract almost.
Music. So far it's my life, but I'm still working on it. I put off things I should do like learning all my scales or new fingerings. Other things that look good on a resume at the end of four years, All state, GMEA, District, others that I have yet to even try out for mostly because I don't know everything as I should. That's my fault, but it'll get better eventually, just in time (procrastination and hope speaking there you see?) I've been wanting to dabble a bit into everything about it, even once thought of majoring in it, but that's a lot of work. Someone said last night, that at the end of the day, if you were denied the ability to create [write, play,] would you die? If you said yes, you were an artist, a musician, a truely dedicated artisan. Well, I've got to learn how to create first don't I?
But I've also been told it seems I'm such a junky, I probably would die for my band.
Ooh, there's so much more I just want to do before it all ends. I'm guessing that's what's so hard about it all, the real world, picking your plot and staying in it--because I don't want to choose the wrong one, hate it and not go back. But all those choices I'll be making next year make it all seem so final. And I'm not even sure college is the best choice anymore.
A lady said college was just saying you stuck with something for four more years. Sam told me a few days ago a technical school (what's my diploma choice right now for some odd reason,) is just as good, even better as it's more focused on what you want. I don't know what I want, but I know I don't want to spend all that time taking all those classes I may never need.
I want one of those careers that I don't have to work a day in my life. I was watching a behind the scenes thing for a movie and all the behind the set people--wow. I mean, from sculptors, computer graphics artist, walkie-talkie holders, specialists for that, weaponary. I want something like that, you know? I want people to seek me out to work for them because, for whatever reason, thery're is an industry like that. Whether I end up an archaeologist (some other cool thing), anthropologistm, someone who specializes in the decaying of hair, or a movie star.
Basically, I'm into almost everything. There are things I don't know of, for which, I'll ask you to inform me please?
But anyway, during this long and winded rant, I just wanted to ask for advice. That's my question. I apologize you had-or haven't- to go through all of the above but it needed to be said. There is a lot more, but my sister interrupted me.
Most of the colleges I know of only because of friends and band. They are FAMU, BCC, TSU, SCSU, Yale, Harvard, Princeton, Albany state, Norfolk, Southern, GSU, JSU, MSU, etc. I know most of these to have good marching bands, what most of my friends admire, but that's all I credit them for.
Academiclly, or in any of the fields I named, what other colleges would you name? Which ones did you go to, are going to, or would have went to?
I'm also interested in overseas education. I know there are oustanding places in other countries, do any of you know?
And technical schools, those too.
Thank you for your time and for concidering a confused teen. Current Mood: contemplative
|Thursday, May 20th, 2004|
For love of shooting stars...
Where are the Dreamers who walk this world but refuse to be limited by it? Where are those who feel they belong in other places, other ages? Where are the romantics, the kindred, the spiritual, the magickal? Where are those who lavish in fantasy, in arcana, in the natural, the celestial, the medieval, the Renaissance, the Celtic lands, lore and legend, mythology and memory? Where are the old-world goths of dark beauty, of velvet and stone? Where are the fae spirits, the moon-dancers, the forest-wanderers, the wind-singers? Where are those who feel they've found their place in the world once they are at RenFests, or Faires, the SCA or RPGs? Where are you?
I know you're out there. After all, I am. And I'm trying so hard to bring a little more of the wonder of the world I'd rather be living in, into the world of mundane logistics that I'm stuck in. I'm trying to take the muddle of questions...of health, time, family, finances, sanity...and answer it in a way that allows me to meet all those needs with who I am, not just what I can do...and share it. Share it with the rest of you...the friends, those who could be friends, those who simply share the same kind of fondness for the world and its potentials. Those who have been yelling into my head until I head echoes of confidence that...I can do this.I can start my own small business based on my artisanship, based on my personality, based on who I am and what I love and how I see the world. Butterfly Rose Creations can be another dream made more than a dream. And it's the sort of dream I can share.
But the yelling has faded to whispers now that I've started making my little declaration to the world, and few seem to want to stand by what was said. Would you take a look? Would you share with me what you make of what you find? Will you help me add a little more beauty, a little more meaning, to the world we're all lost and found in?Please?
Some of you know me, know what I offer in friendship, advice, information or ideas. Some of you might simply remember my offer of DragonMoons
previously. Now I am running two new auctions (yes, EBay auctions, I admit it...but I'm desperate), here and here.
The first is of a chain-maille styled choker and matching earrings
, featuring shiny stainless steel rings, fittings, and cascading chain, and blue stone stars. The second is of a matching hand-flower/slave bracelet
(a bracelet that extends over the back of the hand to at least one finger). Both are hand-made, original designs on a shooting star theme. (This is, after all, about passionate wishes.) Both are feminine yet not fragile, both durable and beautiful, professional but not standardized. The auctions have about 3 days and 20 hours left.
Some of the images can be found here ( belowCollapse ) Current Mood: anxious
|Friday, October 10th, 2003|
* DIMENSIONS * New Club in NYC area - Gothic, Industrial, Synth, EBM, Darkwave,
* DIMENSIONS *
Every Other Friday Night Starting Oct 17th.
Hosted by Lions Lair
@ 661 Bay St. Staten Island, NY.
DJ Lost spinning a Mix of Gothic, Industrial, SynthPop, EBM, Dark Wave, New Wave, Doom Metal, Etc.....
Doors open at 10pm, party goes on until 3:30am
18 to party, 21 to Travel to other Dimensions
Vaild ID a MUST
7$ Cover, 5$ w/ flyer
Drink Specials changing all Night.2$ drafts,2$ shots,3$ Cosmos,etc
8 TVs on all night. Showing everything from old Horror flicks to B&W Betty Page movies.
Living Dead Dolls and other raffles going on all night
Directions To Dimensions(Lions Lair):
Coming from over the Verrazano bridge by Car:
Take Bay St exit, turn right on School Road, turn left onto bay street, bay all the way down to the bar. Corner of Bay St And Thompson St.
Coming from over the Verrazano bridge by Bus:
When coming across on the 53,get off the bus right over bridge on Lilly Pond Road, transfer to the 51 going twards the St George Ferry. The 51 stops on bay street in Directly in front of the bar. Corner of Bay St And Thompson St.
Coming from over either NJ bridge:
Take i-278 east, exit at clove road, go forward for two lights, at second light make a left onto Targee St, take Targee St down to Broad St, make a right onto Broad St, Broad Street ends at Bay St, left onto Bay St, bar one block down on right of street. Corner of Bay St And Thompson St.
Public Trans coming from Manhattan:
Coming over the Staten Island Ferry, take the 76 or the 51 leaving the ferry. Both buses stop right across the street from the Bar. Corner of Bay St And Thompson St.
You can also take a cab right from the Ferry to the Bar for only 4$.
|Monday, October 6th, 2003|
don't take this literally.. i don't actually want to kill babies.
why don't we kill some babies tonight?
couldn't we have just one more night
of killing some souls? sounds about right.
oh, let's go convince our babies to fight.
then we can strip our clothes out of sight
and we can rip their hearts out their eyes
eat each for breakfast
right over our fries
and prove who takes longer out of us
let's murder all hopethat dares to survive
and marter our wills, they keep us alive.
Your tears are cyonide
dripping on dead things.
Youre simply making
the tastiest mess.
you give us a reason
not to expect any less.
oh promises, promises,
but still you are here
words hit your misses
but no more evoke fear. Current Mood: awake
|Sunday, November 17th, 2002|
Hi I'm new, hope this is on topic.
Play music, play music, play f*cking music! I can almost hear it. Insense, yet blank stares, hands in pockets. Heads hug just a bit lower than usual is desperate, desperate anticipation of something revolutionary and exciting. The smell of sweaty armpits, deoderant, beer and fresh vomit corrodes the lungs and assaults the nose. CRASH! Music, noise, motion, a sight. Bodies whirling is a style eeriely like a chuchgoer possesed by the "holy ghost". Still blank stares from most, motion from some. Am I a tunnel to let such energy and feeling pass through my system with not so much as a smile? Am I in defense, shielding myself, shutting off this savage energy from my tender soul, or maybe I'm just bored. The blank stares and even blanker stares of those dancing betray a truth in the room. Just below the concious level of the occupants, hiding in a dark corner from an overwhelmed mind. It's just entertainment folks. No revolution here, no shattering political commentary, no personal experience here, just entertainment. What in it's surface is a violent reaction to social norms is nothing but part the of spectacle! One band to many audience. One way f*cking communication, no better than television or classical radio station. Distraction and complacency for all, young and old, those that fit and and those that, well pretend they don't. This isn't change, this isn't a group, this is part of the ever churning ever self gratifying machine. Were still gears folks, they just paint us a different color, maybe we won't notice that way....
|Tuesday, April 16th, 2002|
Troy Town - Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
Cupid looked on Helen's breast,
Saw the heart within its nest,
Saw the flame of heart's desire, -
Marked his arrow's burning crest.
Cupid took another dart,
Fledged it for another heart,
Winged the shaft with heart's desire, -
Drew the string and said "Depart!".
Paris turned upon his bed,
Turned upon his bed and said,
Dead at heart with heart's desire, -
"O, to clasp her golden head!"
love, unfortunately, is something i only know from books and poems like this.
i'll never get my storybook ending.
i'm new here by the way. Current Mood: restless
|Wednesday, February 27th, 2002|
...At The Heart Of It All...
"Red Satin Morning"
Passing days seem so short now
Mornings with you are so sweet
Birds chirping in the misty air
Singing songs of redemption and hope
The rising sun graces our
Window seal and warms the plants
Sheets of red satin wrap
Up our bodies in a protective manner
Wind chimes ringing softly in the
Cool morning breeze. You're enthralling
To the touch and like heaven
Is this how it feels to be inside
Of you? Peaceful and warm
Everyday varying but loving you
All the same.
Loving you all the same
Though the wind and the rain
Through the sun and the night
Stirring, you awake
Yawning so quietly
So beautiful and sweet
But completely trusting
You open your eyes and smile
Mornings first gaze
Nothing is quite so perfect
None one is quite so beautiful
No one is quite so graceful
|Thursday, February 21st, 2002|
Eyes So Blue2.21.2002
Galloping through wild flowers, she rides�
Through blossoming fields of roses she walks�
Two white roses in her golden brown hair, bobbing gracefully as she moves
Her luscious lips pursing as she kisses a flawless pink rose
Twirling in the rain, umbrella trees providing shelter
Her voice sounds so beautiful, like the chirp of an autumn morning blue jay
Eyes so blue and so warm, Such pain beneath her eyes, such sorrow and discourse
Reflecting the color of the trees giant leaves
Her heart, beating in perfect rhythm with mine, holds even more pain
Tears of regret fall as she opens herself up to the pouring rain
A smile stains her face as she thinks of all that's been given to her now
She reaches up in gentle praise of the glorious rain
Her hair smells of rainwater now, far different from the morning glories before,But no less sweet
She's like an Angel in the blissful rain
Arms outstretched and waiting for a gentle embrace
A loving embrace�my embrace.
The freezing rain is done away with only one touch, one caress
Warmth fills the bottom of my soul, reaching the frozen bonds beneath
II.The small light of the morning sun peering through the umbrella trees
Lying on our backs in the morning dew
Smell of lilies surrounds us, engulfs us
One stream of light catches her face
Catches her smile, brightening her eyes, the orange sun shinning on her lips
Makes me love her
Her eyes telling me stories of the oldEmbracing the fact that I'm me
Holding me in their warmth gently
Embracing the fact that I love her
Embracing the fact that she loves me
Embracing the fact that we're in love
O' please, speak ever so softly into my ear my love
Tell me the thoughts of what is unsaidShare with me your dreams and desires
Share with me your loves and hopes
Share with me your fears and insecurities
Share with me my love
I'm lost in the love that is us; I'm lost in your loving gaze
Find me in the love that is us, find me in the love that will amaze
|Sunday, February 3rd, 2002|
|Wednesday, January 16th, 2002|
I have been living in a state of confusion for entirely too long. I hate my indecisiveness. Choosing between vanilla and chocolate is hard enough, but to pick just one friend is unfathomable. I hope the day never comes where I will have to select just one. I fear it would be the death of me...
|Tuesday, December 25th, 2001|
-If you celebrate it :)
|Sunday, December 23rd, 2001|
|Friday, October 12th, 2001|
Hey everyone im new!!
My name is Heather and im 17 yrs old..
I live in Ohio...
Well I hope that someone sees this b/c it doesnt look like anyone has posted in a while but it seemed kool before everyone stopped..lol..so lets get it started again!
Heather Current Mood: awake