Oh the things you find on Pandora.
I really like this song.
But the video is a trip!
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Green as the Sea
From My Lady Chance:
There is a green stone at her breast
In her eyes no man finds rest,
Only discontent and strife.
Stormy and wild is her heart beat.
The price of her kiss is all of life;
But her kissing mouth is sweet;
Her scornful eyes are green as the sea
And she has laid her hand on me.
-Mary Carolyn Davies
There is a green stone at her breast
In her eyes no man finds rest,
Only discontent and strife.
Stormy and wild is her heart beat.
The price of her kiss is all of life;
But her kissing mouth is sweet;
Her scornful eyes are green as the sea
And she has laid her hand on me.
-Mary Carolyn Davies
In His Eyes Are A Thousand Stars
We are stars colliding
Now we crash
Like lightening into love
In his arms
I'm unwinding
Under his kiss
I'm falling into love
A New World
I hate constructive criticism but I kinda want some...
11/21/11
eyes closed on the brink of unconsciousness
new worlds begin to form behind closed eyelids
trees towers and flowers sprout from the ground
a stream trickles into existence as i set my eyes upon it
flowing softly but constant, never ceasing
my internal camera snaps shots involuntarily
the photographer in me never sleeps
always at work rushing to get the picture perfect
in print and in speech
i wander through this new place
discovering all that i have subconsciously created
entranced in one moment and surprised in the next
so much beauty and mystery weaved together into this strange world
but there also seems to be elements of sadness and captivity
this world i have created is lovely but something seems amiss
i smell no freedom and joy on the air
instead i am overcome by a sense of fearful loneliness
how can i feel so terribly afraid in such a dazzling world?
this place i've created is turning against me
no longer a place of escape but one that is trapping me in
stuck beneath this now starry sky
i lay down on my back in the middle of a grassy field
eyes closed but now seeing through the facade of this fake world
it is meaningless and brings me no true escape
11/21/11
eyes closed on the brink of unconsciousness
new worlds begin to form behind closed eyelids
trees towers and flowers sprout from the ground
a stream trickles into existence as i set my eyes upon it
flowing softly but constant, never ceasing
my internal camera snaps shots involuntarily
the photographer in me never sleeps
always at work rushing to get the picture perfect
in print and in speech
i wander through this new place
discovering all that i have subconsciously created
entranced in one moment and surprised in the next
so much beauty and mystery weaved together into this strange world
but there also seems to be elements of sadness and captivity
this world i have created is lovely but something seems amiss
i smell no freedom and joy on the air
instead i am overcome by a sense of fearful loneliness
how can i feel so terribly afraid in such a dazzling world?
this place i've created is turning against me
no longer a place of escape but one that is trapping me in
stuck beneath this now starry sky
i lay down on my back in the middle of a grassy field
eyes closed but now seeing through the facade of this fake world
it is meaningless and brings me no true escape
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Lovely
Wrote this the other night after I got off work. I had missed the sunset but the colors after it were just as great.... it was wonderful. Not sure if I like this a whole lot but it's whatever.
11/17/11
pale sandy colors of the evening sky drench the air with sweetness
the cold reaches inside my jacket stealing away all the warmth from my body
I stare out from the spot, eyes dazzling as they reflect the beauty I see before me
I shiver in the cold but I care not, for the painting on display is worth my temporary discomfort
the masterpiece I gaze at creates a heat inside my chest, burning to be released
my half smile becomes a grin as stars begin appearing, shining brightly without reservation
my brain can't help but marvel at the complexities of life and creation and the splendor that we see before us each day
it just goes to show how beautiful our creator is
11/17/11
pale sandy colors of the evening sky drench the air with sweetness
the cold reaches inside my jacket stealing away all the warmth from my body
I stare out from the spot, eyes dazzling as they reflect the beauty I see before me
I shiver in the cold but I care not, for the painting on display is worth my temporary discomfort
the masterpiece I gaze at creates a heat inside my chest, burning to be released
my half smile becomes a grin as stars begin appearing, shining brightly without reservation
my brain can't help but marvel at the complexities of life and creation and the splendor that we see before us each day
it just goes to show how beautiful our creator is
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