Friday, April 30, 2010

You Must Love Me

~ Evita with Madona

where do we go from here?
this isn't where we intended to be
we had it all, you believed in me; i believed in you.
certainties disappear
what do we do for our dream to survive?
how do we keep all our passions alive as we used to do?

deep in my heart, i'm concealing

things that i'm longing to say
scared to confess what i'm feeling...
frightened you'll slip away
you must love me
you must love me

why are you at my side?

how can i be any use to you now?
give me a chance, and i'll let you see how
nothing has changed!!

deep in my heart, i'm concealing

things that i'm longing to say
scared to confess what i'm feeling...
frightened you'll slip away
you must love me
you must love me

you must
Composed and Written by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice

Don't forget to say *I love you* to someone special today, (even if it's for the first time)!
You never know what tomorrow holds...

*xo my beautiful readers

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Flying High!

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

 When written in Chinese the word "crisis" is composed of two characters - one represents danger and the other represents opportunity.  ~John F. Kennedy, address, 12 April 1959
I know God will not give me anything I can't handle.  I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.  ~Mother Teresa

 May your spirits take flight today!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Catch Me

What has happened to me? Where have I hidden? When I search for the word to type the letters of my feelings, no such word exists ...nothing is there. I try to access my heart so I can pick up and move to drink in life and walk the squares of pavement, as opposed to watching from dusty windows ...but, something has been locked.

When my mind wonders back and the feelings begin to burn, I move back ...slipping into my shell. Comfortable, shut in as the hermit crab who's home is his shelter. Inside alone there are only my rules. No pretending I have not become cold and hopeless.

Can't somebody see I need saving? Stop with your delay ...I have searched, purified and prepared, just love me for all my foolishness. When does this prince arrive? Who lied to me? Have I waited, and endured, wept, learned and believed ...for you to be a ghost? Save my heart. Catch me for I feel faint. The kingdom has been placed under a spell of darkness. Oh, Please just turn on my light.


Friday, April 23, 2010

Love is a Many Splendid Thing!

"If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?" ~Kahlil Gibran

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing." ~Anais Nin

"To Love is natural. To understand the variations of love is wisdom." ~Deng Ming Dao

"Who can find a virtuous and capable wife? She is more precious than rubies. Her husband can trust her, and she will greatly enrich his life." Proverbs 31:10-11


Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Attainable Future

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There are two kinds of people. Those who "think" about their dreams daily ...until death, and those who fight until they "achieve" their dreams ...even if just before dying. Many say "forget the past...move forward, ahead is where your future lies". 

But, were not most dreams born in the past? Isn't it those shared ideas; euphoric moments, breaths suspended in time, which drive us towards our futures? To "forget the past" means to sacrifice what your heart believes in. How many of the greatest epics ever written were founded on this very principal, and still giving new life today? If we weren't so quick to "forget the past ...and move forward", perhaps we would learn more, instead of allowing our dreams to die, or hopes to fade. We could spend the same energy spinning our wheels, to ignite those times which so vividly birthed a passion ...sending our minds to places we never dreamed possible. 

The lost past reflects its self throughout our culture, and we refuse to learn, repeating the same destruction. We appear to have forgotten what was past. The dreams of our parents, grandparents, and those we un-align ourselves by reasons of race or religion. The reality is, we are all the same, we have all dreamed. We all desire a brighter future and life where pain has nowhere to nest. 

Dreams seem unattainable because we are allowed to get by with the excuses birthed from our inner fears of failure ...easily marched along the road of convention without question. The advice from those around us "...move forward (on)" is however, much less work. 

Thank our God there are those who can follow their own hearts to believe, continually driving themselves towards their passions. Understanding that challenge shapes character. There is no such thing as the insignificant hope's that tiny little seed planted in your heart, gently whispering in your ear. It may have unimaginable heights it desires to woo, or the passion to set a tune against the wind, perhaps a challenge to say "I love you" or  "Sorry" to a forgotten one in the past. This may be the key to open your chest of "dreams", propelling you forward. Healing from the hurts and disappointments we have all felt, choking at last for air over lost ideals. 

Now learning from what was, allowing those unreleased passions to ignite once again the forgotten hopes buried and hidden within. Fueling our tomorrows and healing our hearts. Thank you to the past and yesterdays dreams for providing our way to an attainable future. 


Saturday, April 17, 2010

Don't Shout.

I feel fragile, made of porcelain. Swirl the sugar cube too fast with tea spoon and I may shatter. The smell of dashed cinnamon enough to cause a crack.

Sunshine surrounds me and the rays burn, a touch enough to cause a tear. For my skin has fallen under the same spell. Don't shout or I may crumble.

I can't hear my breath nor lift a limb.

My tears have slowly lifted me into a river, and I float as the Lady of Shalott. Delicately poised.
...dreaming of that Castle...over and over again.


Thursday, April 15, 2010

Hopeless Romantic

a text:                                                                                                                     
...Wait, what's wrong with me. We're always together...this is just part of our story. I love you. :)
~ hopeless romantic

"Where has your lover gone,
O woman of rare beauty?
Which way did he turn
so we can help you find him?"
Song Of Songs 6:1

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Time To Pretend

"I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew. ..."

Cheers maybe next time! ~

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Tree of Life


"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, 
but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life." 


Monday, April 5, 2010

A Fools Love

…often times we live in the past. We look for a rope to grab on to, to pull us back to life, lift us out of the pit of darkness we seem to be drowning in…but for some reason it never seems to appear. Occasionally the light seems to shine thru, and then darkness again swallows us up. Love is an unyielding foe. It has no sympathy for the weak, nor does it care for the strong who have been broken. It will sneak up and take you away without the graciousness of a please or thank you. And when the fire, intense burning, and storm it created have left destruction behind, it offers no apology. Love offers only the afterglow of near death…and then slowly burns out. A little sneak who lays dormant, comes alive and destroys all equilibrium that once was power and entitlement.                  

Why then…we live on yesterdays love because the burn and intensity was so intoxicating. Floating breathless, filled with unexplainable fearful joy.  To give up that which is so tangible, which at one time, near perfect, found its way to the surface. Your life becomes a whirl of moving parts a sort of theatrical production. So many necessary elements to it that which cools the flame? The reality of the world. Loss…so much loss… dreams gone in an instant. Family and lives once seeming to create themselves, fallen to dust. Snap, and it’s gone...from that moment it’s as if life stands still. Each breath and beat of your heart is a question. 

Love can kill you…Those who once loved you will soon forget. You are no longer a part of their lives, soon fading from their thoughts. You are that dust picked up by the wind, blown away. And nobody, nobody will notice. You will be forgotten because they have no other reason, but to speak fondly of you now and again. Some will say they care of your misfortune, understand your loss...of course all have suffered. Yes, all have suffered. Some move on, congratulations to those warriors. But, many chose to die the valiant death of a lover. To never let what they believed in fade away, never let that true love go. To accept the punishment of Love, the sucking suffocation in your chest, the insistent throb under your skin, and swelling in your head that never ceases. Once clear eyes now see only thru salted skins. The look of youth fades but in seconds, and in its place the crevices of each lost tone of laughter...smiles forcedly being worn in memory of…A human shell, plodding along waiting for that moment when the promised sun will show. Yet, it never comes. 

Each day you rise to continue the routine for those around, to escape being exposed. And each night again you are lost with your love. Just let go…just let go! It’s a choice” they say. “Turn a new page”. “There is more time for love, great love”. “Open your eyes to the world”. Perhaps I am mad. “Mad as a hatter”. I have tried and I can not. Perhaps my love is different…perhaps I hate myself for my mistakes…perhaps I wish for second chances, to do everything right…

I will forever be that voice in your head, and you will be that warmth on my skin, breeze crossing my lips, and voice resting in me. I shall try yet again in vein…goodbye…So this was my attempt. To die in words…to die by the sight of my words, and live again by all the strength which is in me.

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