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Saturday, May 31, 2003
You know, I had a dream last night
We were together for ever
You know everything's all right
We wont part, no, never

That's how I love you
That's what I've got to do
Because I love you
It's all I want to do

In the strangely fading light
We were one divided
There and then we knew the sight
All at once decided

Telling I love you
Telling me what to do
That's how I love you
It's all I want to do

Together under the starlight
Sitting close beside you
Brightly shining out, moonlight
Only me to guide you

Showing I love you
Showing you what I'll do
Because I love you
It's all I want to do

So let's have a dream tonight
Two as one together
Just we two alone tonight
We wont part, no, never

Because I love you
I hope you love me too
You know I love you
It's all I want to do

Thursday, May 29, 2003
Things I Love About You

Your eyes
which first held me captivated
where I stood.

Your smile
to dazzle the sun
and warm every corner of my soul.

Your voice
like a sparkling mountain stream
which flows into my heart.

Your walk
and the way your gracefulness
takes my breath away.

Your hair
about which I dreamed
cascading into my face
as you leaned over me.

Your hands
whose caress I crave
to hold my face
in their tenderness.

Your arms
I long to have around my neck
as you pull me close
to your warmth.

Most of all
everything you are
changed the way I feel about my life.

I love you.

Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Tuesday's gone
Train roll on, on down the line,
Won't you please take me far away?
Now I feel the wind blow outside my door,
Means I'm leaving my woman behind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.

And I don't know where I'm going.
I just want to be left alone.
Well, when this train ends I'll try again,
But I'm leaving my woman at home.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.

Train roll on many miles from my home,
See, I'm riding my nlues away.
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
But somehow I've got to carry on.

The Snow-Storm
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delated, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hiddden thorn;
Fills up the famer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.

More on life...
The Meaning Of Life

One day I met a wise old man
Who was sitting in the park
And there upon the bench with him
We talked ‘till early dark

He told me of his travels
To a far off distant land
Where the secret meaning of our lives
Was taught to him first hand

I listened to his story
Amazed by what he said
The simple truth of which he spoke
Was knowledge not widespread

In great detail he did explain
What life was all about
And how the answer we do seek
We don’t have to be without

There was something in his message
That I could not reject
A wisdom that I understood
So simple and direct

My life forever has been changed
By the words I heard that day
A concept old as life itself
And by far the one true way

An answer to the question why
And the reason we exist
Solutions I would not now know
If my walk that day was missed

Lifes Struggles

A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could
watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On the day a small opening appeared,
he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force
the body through that little hole.

Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten
as far as it could and it could go no farther. It just seemed to be stuck.
Then the man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth, so he took a pair
of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then
emerged easily.

But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to
watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would
enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in
time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life
crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled body and shriveled wings.
It never was able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the
restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the
tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its
wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from
the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By
depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go
through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled.

We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity
a chance, leave no room for regrets.

Unexpected No

There are times, I just have to say
"I wish the world would go away.
And leave my love and his heart
Together with mine, never to part."

We sit alone, underneath the star-filled sky
I look at him and see a flame in his eye
He leans forward and kisses me
I feel his love, now set me free.

We end the kiss, he takes my hand
He slips on a ring, a wedding band
He is down on one knee, and gazes into my eyes
He says "I'd give anything, for you to be my bride."

He looks so sincere, I have to cry
He looks up at me and asks me, "Why?"
I look down at him, but he turns away
I wish he would say something, ask me to stay.

As I slowly turn and walk back towards the car,
I glance back at him and see him point to a star.
"See that star? I wished on that star. To bring you here, to make you mine."
I look up at the star, I remember back to when I wished for this time

To be alone with my love, to feel nothing but free
Now I am with my love, he is down on one knee.
He asked me to love him, to have and to hold,
But yet, I say no by walking away in the cold.

Monday, May 26, 2003
c. i think
she's in love again. her blue-eyed arms are bare
again. yesterday i woke to find that
the world doesn't end for anything, these days. i think
it's that girl with all the rings.
i'm just a kid but that excuse is wearing thin
it's getting harder and harder
to excuse myself from thinking, harder and harder
to hide my surprise that the whole world's still around when
c.'s falling in love already when her arms are bare
again and i know
and i know it
i have


Look Within

There is so much beauty in
This wondrous, blue rose
If only we could capture it
Within our very souls

If we could take its beauty
And apply the glow within
Search a little deeper
In the soul beneath our skin

Take what it does stand for
And shed its love abroad
Don't hide the glow within you
But share the love of God

You know you can't touch beauty
Without it rubbing off on you
And spreading it to others
In the kindness that you do

There lies within each one of us
The beauty like this rose
When it's used in touching others
Then its beauty overflows