...we are so busy gazing out into the horizon, intent on discovering and exploring what more the world has to offer, that we end up not seeing what's in front of us.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sometimes...
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first love,
memories,
music,
summer,
video,
yesterdays
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Na Leo Pilimehana kine summer days...
Monday, July 19, 2010
And speaking of those cats...
Feminist Cat is not amused with Disney :oP
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excuse you mah womanism is dazzling,
fun,
womanism,
womanist
Friday, July 16, 2010
Ride On, Christy Moore
True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen
Standing sixteen, one or two, with eyes wild and green
And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to
Ride on, see you, i could never go with you
No matter how i wanted to
When you ride into the night without a trace behind
Run your claw along my gut, one last time
I turn to face an empty space, where once you used to lie
And look for a spark that lights the dark
Through a teardrop in my eye
Standing sixteen, one or two, with eyes wild and green
And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to
Ride on, see you, I could never go with you
No matter how I wanted to
Ride on, see you, i could never go with you
No matter how i wanted to
When you ride into the night without a trace behind
Run your claw along my gut, one last time
I turn to face an empty space, where once you used to lie
And look for a spark that lights the dark
Through a teardrop in my eye
Labels:
Christy Moore,
music,
video
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Entropy
In between yesterday and tomorrow--
today, mo chroi--
With those jagged, vertical lines
You made your choice
Without struggle, irreversible, final.
Tell me, beloved:
Was it nothingness you sought,
Or elusive relief, perhaps
Unreachable it seemed?
Merciful God, they claim, deems you a sinner.
Prodigal son, Bedouin without a tribe.
Locked out of Valhalla
Shackled now to Hades eternal.
'Coward, you are,' Oh how mere mortals judge,
'Brought shame and dishonour
to your God
your country
your family
your friends.'
Their forked tongues seethe with righteous indignation,
eyes of steel
lips in perpetual sneer.
But you fought, beloved--
Oh how you fought
and raged
and thrashed
against the quicksand
in the darkness
and in silence!
They never knew,
and I...
I saw much too late.
In between today and tomorrow--
forever, mo chroi--
I shall carry this,
peeking out behind the clouds:
beloved, yes--I meant to say.
today, mo chroi--
With those jagged, vertical lines
You made your choice
Without struggle, irreversible, final.
Tell me, beloved:
Was it nothingness you sought,
Or elusive relief, perhaps
Unreachable it seemed?
Merciful God, they claim, deems you a sinner.
Prodigal son, Bedouin without a tribe.
Locked out of Valhalla
Shackled now to Hades eternal.
'Coward, you are,' Oh how mere mortals judge,
'Brought shame and dishonour
to your God
your country
your family
your friends.'
Their forked tongues seethe with righteous indignation,
eyes of steel
lips in perpetual sneer.
But you fought, beloved--
Oh how you fought
and raged
and thrashed
against the quicksand
in the darkness
and in silence!
They never knew,
and I...
I saw much too late.
In between today and tomorrow--
forever, mo chroi--
I shall carry this,
peeking out behind the clouds:
beloved, yes--I meant to say.
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death be not proud,
friends,
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gratitude,
grief,
katie melua,
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life lessons,
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poems,
poetry,
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Saturday, July 3, 2010
American Anthem in the language of its original Mother
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We must never permit the voice of humanity within us to be silenced. It is Man's sympathy with all creatures that first makes him a Man.
--Albert Schweitzer
Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.
--Viktor E. Frankl