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Wednesday, 18 March 2009

  • Since I've been home for spring break, magic has been brewed and drips still.

    Your family is no longer your family once you leave-
    Friends are no longer friends once you return... they are family.
    And so, dear embellished families hold true.
    You are my love, and I am a whimsical brew.

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Tuesday, 24 June 2008

  • summer dreer...

    As summer slowly drags itself along, I am left beside myself.
    My thoughts have overcome every waking moment to ponder what may be instore. There are so many things I find myself in pursuit of, so many dreams that I hope will be birthed and developed over the next chapter of my life, but above all these thoughts both dread and embrace the change that lies ahead. Looking back at what its taken me to get to this point, what I've got coming is nothing in comparison.... I am so eager to just live.... And I know that school will be the new beginning I've been praying for. Though my eyes tear at the thought of leaving 18 years of brilliant suffering behind, I know that what's ahead will be beaming of the unimaginable.
     I am so looking forward to having friends, even if they can only be counted on one hand, that would be double what I have now. Granted I have a million aquaintances but I greatly anticipate the beauty of having articulate conversations with others who know more than I do, who've lived more than I have, who've dreamed bigger dreams than I have; I look forward to maybe having true friends. I am so looking forward to life with such beautiful people.
    Goodness, I wish I were to be there tomorrow.

Thursday, 19 June 2008

  • A Long Awaited Return

    It's been a long time coming-
    Quivering lips swore dancing fingers would never return, yet here I am; its time to start again.
    Bring me hope's stained horizon.

    http://www.xanga.com/an80sbabe is a story of years passed.
  • I Have Never

    I Have Never
    I have never been delicately dainty,
    Never fragile, never one to back down-
    I have never been one to follow trends,
    Or the whims of popularity's crown--

    I have never been the distressed damsil,
    The need for a man I've never known-
    I have never needed any but One,
    With whome I stand alone--

    I've never dared to dream a dream,
    I thought would not come true-
    And never found doubt in the whispers of Courage,
    Lover who dances True--

    I have never been more alive then when dead,
    Or beautiful when eyes were closed-
    Never singing along to the songs the dead are forced to,
    I sing the notes Sweet Glory wrote--

    I have never dwelled on nightmare's dares,
    Nor lent an ear to future fear chanting failure's near-
    I have never been to the line others crossed,
    In Faith I'll find favor here--

    I have never been the music's angel,
    The beauty or the elequent Guinevere fair-
    I have never found favor in the eyes of men's religion,
    For I have not a spirit of fear--

    Though I have not been a great many things,
    Though I am ever so far from ideal--
    I am the dreamer of dreams, writer who sings near,
    Musician who believes her-
    I am the edge-defiant, trend-setting riot,
    I pray will change the world and its ideals--

    I may have never--
    But I will.

  • Where I'm From

    Where I'm From
    I am from the blackberry tree,
    From novels and folklore's letters-
    I am from the blood saught decks of dreams,
    Planks in trees, streams of tropical savor-

    I am from the black north.
     Cherry bay papaya--
    The splendiferous shore,
    Dance sweet pina colada-

    I am from ivory foam, intense shore carvings,
    From Ruth, O' Cunigan, Ethel Marie-
    I am from the over-dramatic, exaggerated stories.
    They fortell of things seen and unseen-
    And old Irish drinking songs' laughter's
    What being merry means---

    From you can do or be anything, 
    A pure heart can dream-
    I won't grow up,
    For it's the pirate's life for me--

    I am from a rebel clan,
    Of those who live fighting for the death of their fear-stricken religious system-
    As we die daily for the Love who conquered death and sin,
    We pray for the Life and Living, Old Time Religion--

    I am from Emerald Isle of Dutch masters,
    like burried chests their treasure's hidden within--
    From the toadstools and keys-
    From the secrets whispered by trees-
    Like the seekers,
    Pistol still waits to run away--

    I am from musical pirates,
    Mocha-bursts of cocoa balm--
    Pictures's fragments of white outlined in black,
    And so,
    Compose my life a drama--

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