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    November 28

    F it

    Just wrote a long poem about ol, on my phone. And my phone cut out. I lost it. Once received, once forgotten.. Maybe i keep my garden secret. Its a sign.
    November 27

    § The Lovers' Ol æ

    Two angels are waiting for a sign of art,

    They kiss each other solely, only in their heart.

    They take each other in a lovers sea.

    They court each other in a forest of e.

    They so love each other but they can only see a soul.

    They talk to each other, in a land of Ol.

    They guard one another, as they are a lovers sea.

    They are kindrid spirits in heaven and earth and that will always be..

    infinitely. . . . . ..

    So, the secret unfolds for this soul... In a garden of Ol.

    to be or not to be

    Reminder to me........... I have until my next birthday to be almost at the point I need to be in this journey. If I'm not, then I have a plan for my life.   I call it plan na na na na nun na nun na na.

    truth is...

                                  O

                            

           My hand is on my heart  

     

     

     

    Carrier of Light

    The Carrier of Light

    This is the ladle of my soul, the carrier of my Sea li

    Sea Li is my Ancient Sea, My guardian of light,

    And the Temperest of Me

     The song of my centre, is the light of my soul

    The essence of my light, is the answers in Ol.

     

    The timing is right but the core of our sea

    Is a lost angel saying there is never meant to be

    There is only one time and this time takes a bow

    There is only one land and we lease this land now

     

    A piece of music  was placed in the heart of my sea

    Its a centuries of concerto that is caving in on me

    There is time to believe that there is only one knight

    But the chances of his hand is left and not right 

     

    Waiting for the light of the sol of my sea

    Taking in the pieces of that pour heavenly

    Transcendants  of light, forfeiting  my seat

    Troubles of my heart, Guards march to its beat.

     

    The red dress in heaven, is a nice angel size

    For the core heart who is seen for the light of her eyes.

    Wish there was a son to take the seas of this Earth?

    Sighs centuries old Lady Li , a contract to the birth?

     

    The ancients of love, will help the seas of all soul

    A ring that consents to the  Masters of Elo

    There is importance to keep the china dolls from heartbreak,

    They must believe in their hearts, for it is hearts they forsake

     

    The cost of an oath   that was kept in hind sight

    Is the landing of a dove that will never go to flight.

     

    Diamonds are in the ocean, the heart of my lover sea

    Pray that the Knight intertwines his everlasting light

    And rolls along with me.

    Infinitely.

     

     

     

     

    November 24

    Thought of the day

    If the car wont go, jumpstart it, then drive it to your destination. If the jumpstart doesnt work, get a new car. And be sure to laugh.
    November 20

    da forest

    When you can see the tree in amongst the forest.... that was the sentence I contributed. How about you other 3? I fogot my book we wrote in. Will publish our forest poem when I remember. I had the best time. Its nice when you can't freak a freak out.
    November 18

    world weight lifting

    I hereby declare....  that I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, literally.

    Don't ask me why, I was just born to be that way.

    Sometimes its an honour, but last night the weight increased.

    The train I saw in the distance has no steam.

    Its the only train allowed to me, its written in stone.

    All I can do is free my soul, cut all chords, &

    Accept what is offered;  No Passengers Allowed.

     

    November 16

    Thankyou.....you know who you are

    A couple of Thankyou’s                                                                           

    … blush blush blush                                                                                                                                                                          

    I forgot to say thankyou (you know you are)......................................................for dragging me in to the world of computer geekism.

    I now have my own site and am obsessed with it, even though nobody looks at it. Its really exciting as I’ve never really understood the whole computer nerd world before… ! I remember only two weeks ago, seeing one of those internet/games places open at midnight,  thinking.. who would be in one of those at this time.... So, thankyou. I now spend all my time on the computer instead of doing things like going to the gym (I just go to the G instead). I don’t even get home before 10pm, so I’ve really learnt how to appreciate daylight and sunshine.   Thankyou..xx  

     

    another crap poem... for di apple of my eye

    When I was three, I met a bee
    He was a cranky one
     
    When we grew up, I loved him lots
    But he only loved my tum..
     
    And bum...ble bees, will sail the seas 
    Only with their Queen
     
    I think the bumble bee I met
    Is sometimes very mean!
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Discovery of the week


    Rediscovery of the Week
    Long-Lost Saintly Paintings


    From the hand that painted this piece--
    and helped drive the Renaissance

    Art experts are calling it one of the "most exciting finds for a generation." Two small paintings by the Italian Renaissance master Fra Angelico--the "Angelic Friar"--have reemerged after disappearing more than 200 years ago, during Napoleon's invasion of Italy. Where were they found? Hanging in the spare room of a retired manuscript librarian in England.

    The librarian, Jean Preston, picked up the pieces in the 1960s, when she lived in California. (No word on how the paintings got there.) She thought they were excellent works but had no idea of their actual value. She paid a few hundred dollars for both. Appraisers say they're worth $1 million each.

    November 15

    One Day - a crap poem that i made up in 2 minutes because I haven't put anything else on here and its a waste of space.

    One day
     
    when I'm older
    I'll look back at the things I didn't say
    And wish I had said them in all their glory
     
    One day
    When I am older
    I'll think of all the times I didn't act
    When I should have been so much bolder
     
    One day
    When I'm 87 and loving life to its full
    I'll think back on all the reigns I pulled
    Holding back the bull
     
    One day
    When all is perfect
    And I have had all my say
    It will be my time to sing my song
     
    As 4 seasons become
    One day