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    September 25

    Smile when in pain,Forgive but never forget

    "...And though I smile ,I am in great pain.
     And though I forgive, I shall never forget."
     
     
    How many people do we see everyday with a false smile?
    You really can't answer that, can you?
    The people that are in great pain but you would never really know it unless you knew them to the depths. Maybe it's the lady who bags your grocries, with a bruise on her arm, that you just so happened to see but you never say anything, Or maybe it's the guy next door who has a shattered heart and a dead end job but he still stives to make his family happy.
    Do you really know if they're "ok" or if they are crying on the inside kicking and screaming wishing for something else?
     
    Let's go back to the lady who bags your grocries.
    That bruise she so eagerly tries to hide came from her husband. He gave it to her when reaching for her arm and squeezing it telling her that this is the way things are going to be and there's nothing she could do about it.She forgives him because she must have done something wrong, crossed a line and broke "The Rules". She might forgive him but she will NEVER forget about that moment she bares a bruise to remind her everyday of what happened, thus she feels like a horrible person because she must have done something to drive him to the point of rage and he wound up hurting her. The cold truth is her husband is erragant and perinoid over stressed and lonely,  maybe more or less of these things, or maybe just maybe he is just an asshole who gets off on controlling her. No matter what it is she will always think it was her fault because she's the one he hurt.
     
    Now how about the guy that lives next door.
    He tries so hard everyday to get up and take care of everything. He feels he has to do it all, that his emotions don't matter and that he HAS to come last. He gets up everyday and goes to a job he knows will wind him up ,well, NOWHERE. He passes many faces everyday including yours but he is to afraid to reach out for help. All he really wants and needs is a friend , someone to lean on from time to time. Then it happens he finally introduces himself to you in the hope of a friendship, a friend. Ofcorse you introduce yourself back but that's the last time you talk for a very long time.Now he forgives you because he knows that your a busy person and he knows that he HAS to take care of his family,however he never forgets.He never forgets because he sees you every day and remember's the one time he gained the courage to reach out for a friend.
     
    "...And though I smile ,I am in great pain.
     And though I forgive, I shall never forget."
     
    Three months later you relize you haven't seen the lady who usally baggs you grocries, you figure she has taken the day off or has quit her job,but you still wonder, or do you?
    And the man next door it becomes as if he was never really there at all but a figment of your imagination.You can't help but to wonder if he is ok and needs a friend, but ofcorse you are too busy and a preasious minute of your time can not be spared so you don't go check up on him.
     
    A week goes by and no sign of either of these two, you wonder about them all the time now but are still too busy to check on them.You go about geting your news paper and come across two loose peices of paper which fall upon your table, landing next to your morning cup of coffee. You pick up the first one and it's a suicide note to you. It's from the bag lady,it sais the fallowing:
     
    Dear(____),
                 I know you saw the bruise that day at the market.Don't think to much of it
    I have by now taken care of all my problems.I do feel bad I have wrote this letter to you
    and that I have left problems for others around me aswell though. I know you saw the fearfulness
    in my eyes every time you saw me.If only you might have said "what happened?" things might
    be differant.Not that this is your fault in any way shape or form.My husand has beaten me for the last time
    I will no longer be a victum of his uncontrollable rage. NO, instead I will cut through the pain he
    has gained pleasure from and.....
     
    The rest of the letter is blured out and then a sgnature...
    Regretfully,
                      Sandra  R. Miller
     
    P.s. I'm sorry.
     
     
    You sit back and do you cry?
     
    You then pick up the second tear staind letter.It sais....
     
    Dear(___),
               I really needed a friend and i had finally worked up the courage to reach out
    but you were to busy to notice this.I don't blame you it's just even I see you everyday in a rush to get from here to somewhere else.I just wanted to say take some time and enjoy the mystrys in life and thank you for wondering if I was ok all those days.Yes I saw you looking worriedly over to my door.Even though I hardly knew you, reaching out to you helped me relize I shouldn't expect to have everything on my shoulders, but unfortunatly I know no other way so I say good bye to you and with many thanks.
     
     Many Thanks,
                            Thomas J. Richardson
     
    "...And though I smile, I am in great pain.
     And though I forgive, I shall never forget."
     
     
    People around us are in need and though you may not know it they might see you as a friend or someone to save and love them.Don't be blinde!
    September 23

    Feel My Emotions

      

    Have you ever.....

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    Have you ever tried so hard to reach your dream and in this one point in time you finally get a taste of what you where trying to reach, and then somehow some way it just gets farther away as if it wants you to try harder to reach it.You want to go for it so bad you can practically picture what would or could happen but your so afraid to go after it because you don't belive in yourself. You tell all thoughs around you that you have the strengh or the will and that your "ok" but your not and what's amazing is your true friends or people who really truley know you  know something is wrong with you, and most the time they want to help, they just don't know how to exactly because they only know the little bit  of the problem that they can see.
     
    Well if so join the club
    I wish i knew how to help myself feel a little better
    i sapose i'll figure it out sooner or later.
    And to all my "true" friends and people who truely care about me,
    THANK YOU
    Umbrellai feel a bit better knowing you want to help me as much as i doUmbrella
     
    September 21

    Would you belive me??

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    If I told you that there is at least one person in this world, that would walk to ends of the earth to save your life; who would stand by your bedside at night, just to make sure you get to sleep ok; who would give everything they have, just to make sure that you never get hurt; who would take their own life, just to make sure yours isn’t taken by mistake; who would sit you down, look you straight in the eye, and tell you that they love you… and mean it; who would hold you while you cry; who would actually listen to what you had to say, no matter what it is, what time it is, or how stupid it might be, and wouldn’t criticize you for it; who would stay up all night while you sleep and just listen to you breathe, just to make sure it doesn’t stop; who wouldn’t hesitate to take the fall for you; who makes you their everything………
    Would you believe me?
    September 19

    Just litsen.....

     Very sadUmbrella

    what do you think?

    September 17

    Midnight Marble-PART 1

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    Midnight Marble

     PART 1

    can i hurt you?

    do you understand that i need to?

    can i kill you?

    do you mind if i try?

    i have been waiting for someone like you,

    but now your slipping away.

    it's all around, getting closer into my world.

    I'll just close my eyes ,to hide the truth.

    I won't give up, I will make it!

    Now all colors seem to fade away

    i can't reach my soul

    This tares me apart, what can i do?

    It tares me apart that you'll never know

    why i locked that door,

    leting memories fade into emptieness

    I'm numb, what can i do?

    It never looks it, but i have sacrificed for you.

    giving up all i ever knew.

    Changing my ryhme just for you.

    i know i let you down.

    sometimes i stare at the moon,

    in the cold winters yule thinking about all we wanted to do.

    We closed our hands and that all faded away.

    like wiping a snowflake off of a monical lense

    our plans for our futures slate was wiped clean again.

    Now once again i enter my world making sweet plans,and what do i see?

    The night is black, the moon is red and ball gowns sway to and fro across

    the midnight marble.Passions turn to lustful poisons, that bring the passion

    back to us,And my memories keep you within my world.

    A winding stair case leading to my mind,

    A twisted labrenth from witch it seems no escape.

    deep grays and blacks and bright yellows and reds.

    I'm torn, to go left i would be amongst that of darkness.

    to go right i would be amongst that of brightness,

    but brightness can be darkness and darkness can

    be bright,so still torn i stay in the middle peering

    down both ways.

    Going down this winding stair case to the heart

    it leads, i must find out whitch way i need to go.

    asking my heart what it desires it answers back, you already know

    whitch way to turn, in your mind.

    And so in my world we return to the midnight marble and dance,planing

    our future once again.

    I see a rather large house, it resides by a small vineyard.

    in this house are several rooms but i care not about the rooms as

    i am fasinated by the winding stair case like the one in my world.

    Stone fences, vineyards, and the one i love.

    i go to my world but i have not yet found what way i desire

    to go and return to the midnight marble, but there is nothing but cobwebs and

    dust, along with the remaining skelitons of those who walked the halls of my

    world and danced upon the midnight marble.

    Old parchment paper with my words upon them fly from the sky and lay on the

    midnight marble.That's when it hits me. It's not witch way to go, for i wish

    to go both ways,as i must.In my world i close my eyes and walk up my winding

    stair case, i try real hard and the dark and the light colash into one giant

    laberenth for the truely daring shall return.

    Wicked smiles, beautiful roses,slithering snakes ,and deciving masks.all

    seems right but is it really?

    No i don't belive so sais a voice in the back of my mind,

    that laberanth of both the dark and the light, as it sould be.

    In my world a crimmson twists with a black and with the soaft passionate

    melody of the violins a mask is formed.Shall i reach for it and sway the night away

    as the one i truly was ment to be, or stand back and be who i am wanted to be?

    Reach! Reach! Reach!

    say the voices of my world,and so i reach and place the mask over my face i am

    now frail as a flower and as strong as a soilder in combat.

    Now i find the wieght of the world on my shoulders,

    maybe if i steel the sun nobody will notice.

    Adrenaline pumping,

    Sweat driping of my nervous body,

    My world, my place to be lost and never found.

    I want it that way.

    Delosions,

    Illosions,

    Im not going crazy im just a mystry,

    dare you figure me out and dance upon the Midnight marble,

    with the skelotons of my past presant and future?

    One velvet black rose petel falls upon the Midnight marble,

    ripples going outwards like a stone skipping on a pond.

    My life has been lost in the crowd.

    Should i open up my eyes and

    let all memories reconstuct?

    Should i open them and remember, or let you lose my face in the crowd of swaying gowns

    on the midnight marble?

    My face is lost in this crowd,

    come and find me if you care,

    if you dare to even care.

    With all self control disappearing,

    and rotting on the walls,

    my world seems to be dieing all over again.

    I run up the winding stairs but what

    am i running from?

    perhaps the writing on the wall, it tells me

    my feutres bleek and rather small.

    I am not perfact but please excuse the wall i

    put up from time to time.

    I run into my labrenth. stick figures dancing in the dark.

    baby's breath dieing over each ark, and my words mean nothing aperently.

    branches reach out and tear my gown.

    cuts on my legs blood running down,

    find me if you care,find me if you dare.

    falling to my knees,

    I'M LOST, HELP!

    i would never admit it but i need you tonight and everynight.

    I need to see your eyes ever so bright,

    your forgiving smile.

    Miles from the Midnight Marble

    stuck in the snow i look at the stary sky and full red moon.

    a melody begins to play and i must fallow ,but i am perlized.

    So i lay here and wonder why.

    The stars beggin to dance,

    and the trees sway to and fro as

    if they were dancing on the midnight Marble.

    .

    My eyes beggin closeing slowly, as

    one last snowflake falls upon my poclien face.

    I'm giving up and there is no hope.

    The last words i whisper are carried to you in the wind.....

     

    Come and find me my love i need you.

    I've stepped out of the light and theres a stranger inside.

    My eyes close and i fall into a deep slumber.

    a slumber in my world, keeps me in a slumber in reality.

    lost is my smile to the world for seven years.

    Seven years passed and i awake in my world,

    i awake in reality and your still by my side.

    The only one by my side who cares

    .
    September 11

    Creepy muic box

     

    Umbrellajust close your eyes and let images go through your head....i wonder what you'll see?Umbrella

    September 04

    I Never needed a friend (Till now)

     
    This song made me tear up quite a bit (i don't know why) i hope you like it if you even watch it.Umbrella
     
     
     
    August 14

    My favorate artist/songs

     listen to a few of my favorate tunes from my favorate artists.The photo's with the songs go quite well i think.Please do comment them.
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    August 13

    WATCH ME!!!

     
    This song is so wonderful and full of meaning
    August 05

    No body will cry for me

     

    TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! =]

    July 31

    Winter Solstice Song (Yule)

     
     
    Music by Lisa Thiel
    Vid by WiccaNoita

    LYRICS:

    Chorus:
    Enter the night and you'll find the light,
    That will carry you to your dreams.
    Enter the night, let your spirit take flight,
    In the field of infinite possibilities

    On the longest night we search for the light,
    And we find it deep within.
    Open your eyes to embrace what is wise,
    And see the light of your own soul shining.

    (Chorus)
    Wrap up in the cloak of starry darkness my child,
    And you'll find the center of all things.
    For from this space of the deepest dark place,
    Life Eternal does spring.

    (Chorus)
    So when you find that spark
    When you dream in the dark,
    Hold it close to your heart and know.
    All that you see is all that can be
    When you give birth to the dreams of your soul.

    (Chorus)
     
     
     

    Sacred Ancestors' Chant

     
     
     
    LYRICS:
    Sacred ancestors come to me
    Sacred ancestors who love me
    Sacred ancestors come to me
    Sacred ancestors, please help me

    All my mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters
    and relations too
    Who had love me for always
    I keep the light for you
     
     
    sing it and see what you feel
    July 28

    Kryptic?

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    I'm told that i am kyrptic in many ways but i don't see how.
    The one way i am told that i am kryptic is in the way of speech.
    I'm told that i talk in riddles so that you have a verbal puzzle to figure out,
    whatever that means.
    It's just i have so much to say and not everybody wants to hear it.
    Maybe thats how I became so kryptic in my wording such as speech and poetry ,writing and so on.
    Maybe it's so those who do want to here me and understand a little bit better will hear me with out a word being said.
    But who knows for sure.
    You know they say a picture sais a thousand words and the picture up above sais alot about how i feel most the time.
    Oops there I go again starting up with the krypticness again.
    I'll end this blog for now feel free to comment it in any ways even if you leave me a kryptic comment thats ok I like tofigure things like that out;)
    Lots of love to anybody who reads and comments this.
                                  XXXOOOXXX

    I put a spell on you

    snakegreenI put a spell on you, and now i'm always on your mind.
    thumbnailCAMP6GBRI put a spell on you, can't you see all I went through?
    thumbnailCAQ31KEBI put a spell on you, Just to be remembered.
    thumbnailCASH1Q15I put a spell on you, now let all thought be of love.
    thumbnailCATPOZICI put a spell on you, now what shall you do?
    July 22

    Abuse!

    why does it seem that when we here the word abuse we think father, brother, boyfriend,or husband we rarely  think mother,sister,girlfriend, or wife? Is it because men tend to use physical abuse rather then verbal/mental abuse? Could it be that females are really the worse kind of abusers? Physical wounds can heal but Verbal and mental abuse never goes away it leaves perminate scaring about how we see ourselfs and what we feel. I just find it odd that when we here the word "Abuse" We think of males, don't you?
    July 20

    Faderhead-Exit ghost

     
     
    Lyrics:

    EXIT GHOST

    Black dogs barking at at the door downstairs
    Steamy, boiled up water permeates the air
    Fridge magnets mispronouncing foreign words
    Memories that hurt
    Ripped up pillows symbolize who owns the room
    Walls unfinished, lost the artist's touch
    Every little thing we did just came too soon
    I'm missing you so much

    Played with me and you got burned for sure
    So many days of feeling insecure

    Exit ghost
    Dim the lights down low
    Will we find what's deep inside
    I don't know
    Exit Ghost
    I can see your soul
    Isolated, contemplating
    Will we still remain?
    I don't know

    Red crested cranes engraved on your chest
    I try to fit into your heart, uninvited guest
    Letting t.r.u.e.l.o.v.e. run right through my finger tips
    Conversations intimate
    Fall asleep next to the lit up screens
    A thousand miles away, one pillow shared
    Hellfire never ever felt so sweet
    Now all I am is scared

    Play with fire, one gets burned for sure
    All these hours feeling insecure

    Exit Ghost
    Dim the lights down low
    Will we find what's deep inside
    I don't know
    Exit Ghost
    I can see your soul
    Forgive me that we failed
    Will we still remain?
    I don't know

    July 17

    Time differances~~~???

    Time differances
     
    To who ever reads this i promise i'm not koocoo i just wonder about alot and feel free to comment on this topic;)
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    Most of us look at the clock and see the time but yet we think nothing of its meaning, we just say oh hey it's  2:45 and we get on with our lifes, but what if Time differance actually mean something more.I'm not talking about the whole 6-7 hour time differance bettween here and another country but like when your watch sais 2:45 and the person across the rooms sais 1:45. Maybe in that time, that person is sapose to help you out in some way or maybe it's a way of stealing time. Now I know somebody who reads this is going to say "stop being stupid and read a history book we as people made differant time zones...DUHH!" ...well as true as that may be in that may be the time is still off nobody has the same exact time on their clock/watch so as i have said maybe it is a way of stealing time or something and like i have also said i'm not koocoo I just let my mind wonder and i would like to continue this as a convo with somebody. however it is quite possible that i will be adding more to this BLOG.
    And to let you see a little bit of an idea about what i mean watch this video if you wish.
     
    July 11

    Dance of the Damned"

    Poem - "Dance of the Damned"
    I’m dancing on the edge of goodbye.
    Watch the starlight spark in my eyes.
    With demise in hand, I conduct the band
    Through twisted, melodious lies

    I’m cavorting on the brim of farewell.
    And oh, what a story to tell!
    Each sound of the Bell, like a Siren’s wail,
    Brings me closer and closer to Hell.

    You’re watching me dance my last,
    To the music that riddles my past.
    Such a sinful tune, written under the moon,
    Of the life I once managed to grasp.

    You’re letting me fall away.
    Pulling threads of my life as I fray.
    Was it all a plan, to join in my band,
    And make sure that I never see day?

    The dawn, it comes with a warning.
    The sun rises to avow the morning.
    Darkness surrounds me, silence confounds me.
    But for my death, no one is mourning.