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- Mood:
complacent
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou
- Mood:
morose
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THE ULTIMATE SILENCE
October 12, 1998
Listen to the mustn'ts, child.
Listen to the don'ts.
Listen to the shouldn'ts,
The impossibles, the won'ts.
Listen to the never haves,
Then listen close to me ...
Anything can happen, child.
Anything can be.
~ Shel Silverstein
Nine years ago, Matthew Shepard was murdered for being homosexual.
What will you do to end the silence?
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- Mood:
sad
January 26, 1925 - September 26, 2008
with Robert Redford
- Mood: melancholy
- Music: Hearts of Olden Glory ~ Runrig
Olympics - Opening Ceremony
Beautiful!
(not from ceremony)
thanks to nbc and getty images for pics ;)
- Mood:
calm - Music:olympics commentary
So... been feeling like crap and decided to go to the doctor. Apparently now I have to take antibiotics for the mysterious bump on my head... don't ask, I don't know exactly why... she gave me some reason... and it still doesn't make sense to me... and the whole thing is quite disturbing to me...
Song stuck in my head on my drive home...
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours
Who am I - Casting Crowns
The song is a beautiful thought, although...
...
- Location:nowhere special
- Mood:
tired
'Golden Girls' Star Estelle Getty Dies At 84
Estelle Getty, the diminutive actress who spent 40 years struggling for success before landing a role of a lifetime in 1985 as the sarcastic octogenarian Sophia on TV's The Golden Girls, has died. She was 84.
Getty, who suffered from advanced dementia, died at about 5:30 a.m. Tuesday at her Hollywood Boulevard home, said her son, Carl Gettleman of Santa Monica.
— From The Associated Press.
full article and remembrances here
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.p
- Mood: sad
- Music:The Golden Girls
Waiting for My Real Life to Begin - Colin Hay
Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep on checking the horizon
I'll stand on the bow, feel the waves crashing
Come crashing down down down, on me
And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
But don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
When I woke up today, suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams, I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path, and up this cobbled lane
I'm waiting in my old footsteps, once again
And you say, just be here now
Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
Let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon, soon, soon
It's just that times are lean
And you stay, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine in
But don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
- Mood: listless
It is what recurs that we believe,
your face not at one moment looking
sideways up at me anguished or
elate, but the old words welling up by
gravity rearranged:
two weeks before you died in
pain worn out, after my usual casual sign-off
with All my love, your simple
solemn My love to you, Frank.
~Frank Bidart
from Desire, 1997
- Mood:
pensive
Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)
I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
~ Walt Whitman
- Mood: thoughtful
- Music:james taylor
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
My myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a somthing white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths--and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
~ Robert Frost
- Location:?
- Mood:
moody - Music:TV
On my radio, on my way home from work:
She said, “Life’s a lot to think about sometimes…
He said, “Life’s so hard to move in sometimes… and no one even cares to ask me, why I feel this way”
And I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That’s the same road
And the same road that I’m on…
…
But what you thought was real in life…has somehow steered you wrong
And now you just keep drivin'
Tryin' to find out where you belong
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"The Road I'm On" ~ 3 Doors Down
- Location:no where in particular
- Mood: moody
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- Location:blue coach
- Mood:
blah
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~ Robert Frost
- Location:living room
- Mood: melancholy
Carry
I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.
Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.
They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.
~ Billy Collins, from The Trouble With Poetry
- Location:living room
- Mood: okay
- Music:commercial
Here we are, all of us, basically alone, separate creatures, just circling each other, all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection. Some look in the wrong places, some they just give up hope because in their mind they're thinking, "Oh there's nobody out there for me," but all of us, we keep trying over and over again. Why? Because every once in a while... every once in a while, two people meet and there's that spark...
~ FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth in "Bones", Death in the Saddle (2007) episode
- Location:blue couch (where else?)
- Mood: melancholy
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
~Victor Hugo, Les Misérables, 1862
- Location:blue couch (again)
- Mood:
indescribable - Music:Bones TV
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer.
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
- Location:air conditioning!
- Mood: tired
from Auguries of Innocence
~ William Blake
To See a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour...
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright...
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine...
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in Eternity...
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and the roar
Are waves that beat on Heaven's shore...
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the Sun and Moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out...
God appears, and God is Light,
To those poor souls who dwell in Night;
But does a Human Form display
To those who dwell in realms of Day.
- Location:blue coach
- Mood: okay
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