it's been awhile, sorry. here's an interesting blurb about words...
http://www.blogcatalog.com/search/frame?term=I+heart+words&id=e342f8998b1d805305573f7d8f392cd7
"It takes a thought to make a word, and it takes some words to make an action..." from one of the greatest poets the world will ever be graced with. This blog is about words and how they make us feel. On paper, on screen, with music, a whisper, a shout: words are powerful. I want to share my words and the words of those that effect me. I want your words and I want to know how words effect you. The whole world revolves around words. This is their tribute.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Thursday, February 5, 2009
sick
on the outside she is smiling and strong, but she is sick, her heart aches with each site, sound and though of him
love
dreams aside, we are one and I feel complete.
he makes me shine like the sun and warms my soul beneath.
the first as I arise, the last as I lay down,
he makes my heart sing and sets me at ease in every way.
big dreams
My opening scene, as the music cues and names they roll.
The one with the girl in her own big world of possibilities.
He doesn't understand.
My mind it wraps around my thoughts,
the ones only I can see.
How can it be explained to anyone but me?
The plot turns and twists, the music agrees.
With all there is constantly,
Constantly I live inside my head.
He sees me, but only in so far.
He can only see life in one direction,
I live it up even when I'm down.
The music slows and the credits show the
way my life will go.
The girl in her own big world of possibilities.
for better or worse?
how do you know forever?
the one, the only?
since all of ten,
pigtails and innocence.
Dreaming.
Imagining.
Now it's real and has become.
Looking for certainty,
you should know...and you do...
but you don't.
unconditional
hands with a soft touch know too much.
mind and matter blend together.
too much and barely enough,
all at the same time.
an instant, and hour, a moment, a day.
time moves independently in it's own strange way.
soothes the body and soul.
unconditionally.
you look at me, wondering.
a wink, a nudge, I know you, yes.
unconditionally
you look at me.
mind and matter blend together.
too much and barely enough,
all at the same time.
an instant, and hour, a moment, a day.
time moves independently in it's own strange way.
soothes the body and soul.
unconditionally.
you look at me, wondering.
a wink, a nudge, I know you, yes.
unconditionally
you look at me.
barefoot
I know why Foster wrote, "My Old Kentucky Home"-
for me the sun couldn't shine brighter any place else.
A true state of common wealth-
Happiness and love,
Pride and joy.
We could feel no richer.
For the rolling hills of blue
and the delight of the sound
echos in my mind.
The highs and lows can all relate,
for our ties that bind
run deep beneath the fertile soil.
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