tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74646099330479545332024-03-13T16:15:35.608+02:00Dream Love BeDreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-89165929439202305342013-04-07T23:31:00.001+02:002013-04-07T23:31:47.575+02:00UnbornIsn't it funny<br />
how words unshaped<br />
seem to have power<br />
so that what you actually mean<br />
you don't utter<br />
you censor yourself into nothingness<br />
till you disappear<br />
or not...Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-37175360122149497072012-08-23T00:24:00.001+02:002012-08-23T00:24:39.467+02:00Threads of life<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Isn’t that what we ultimately dream, desire, breathe for</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your gaze grazing my skin like chalk on tar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My breath kissing your neck from across the avenue</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your words holding my heartbeat</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My sighs threading through your hair</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your emotions keeping me warm</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The gestures the utterances, forming epic story of our lives</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Grand, majestic, totally selfless and utterly selfish</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our souls in sensual serendipity </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Never conceiving of tomorrow without the other</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">web of dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This Love</span>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-80230964193086078472012-03-22T04:26:00.000+02:002012-08-19T01:29:01.162+02:00thoughts<div align="center">
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You stroll the labyrinth of my mind, taking your time, </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">as though what we once had was forever. Slowly caressing my unspoken desires, </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">unshaped dreams you reside</span>.</span></em></div>
Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-5435567215348040202011-12-13T03:30:00.000+02:002011-12-13T03:30:02.438+02:00Lessons Unintended<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">You taught me many things, but not the lessons you intended to teach<br />In your inability to give, I learnt to put myself first even if it hurts another<br />The lack of compassion, empathy and emotion, I’ve learnt temperance<br />Your heightened sensitivity’s taught me to be clearer and be aware of my words<br /> Those and other more loving lessons have made me better version of myself</span><br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cak0DqwcGZc/TuPH0hWUyaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dlhUDMVz0xQ/s1600/Dying+Star+FormsBug+Nebula.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cak0DqwcGZc/TuPH0hWUyaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dlhUDMVz0xQ/s320/Dying+Star+FormsBug+Nebula.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When the love you have can no longer exist</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yet it expands as it always has and will – infinite and
vast, limitless and boundless</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">love magnifies, trapped, yet ever expanding</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I let it go into the infinite universe</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Where our souls will meet once more, as it always had</span></em></div>
<br />Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-80500828329547521282011-12-11T02:30:00.000+02:002011-12-11T02:30:00.686+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><em>i miss you...</em></span></div>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-70675167547730051162011-10-10T03:02:00.000+02:002011-10-10T03:02:00.152+02:00Joy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLh19PakyYM/TpH7LeYgWuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QFTzYG9tL5I/s1600/maple+leaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLh19PakyYM/TpH7LeYgWuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QFTzYG9tL5I/s200/maple+leaves.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I know that you're not my other half</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">no one is</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">That I myself complete me</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So why does the world seem more vibrant</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">more alive</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">more meaningful</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When shared...</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Shared with you?</span></em>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-2487336494831441692011-08-30T03:45:00.003+02:002011-08-30T19:59:24.631+02:00Denial<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbutkLJQ5EY/Tl0jTasGYrI/AAAAAAAAADs/LWhaznXgHSU/s1600/Gazing+into+a+mirror+or+Skull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vbutkLJQ5EY/Tl0jTasGYrI/AAAAAAAAADs/LWhaznXgHSU/s320/Gazing+into+a+mirror+or+Skull.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">All the things you dislike about me</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">are all the things you despise about yourself</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">in the moments of honesty </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">when you admit that they exist...</span></em><br />
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</div>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-82154554119407584682011-08-21T12:29:00.001+02:002011-08-21T12:37:45.555+02:00The Scientist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tOfJo7Pzts/TlDZjAm8MPI/AAAAAAAAADo/uZBItah1Lkg/s1600/New+Picture.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tOfJo7Pzts/TlDZjAm8MPI/AAAAAAAAADo/uZBItah1Lkg/s1600/New+Picture.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="325" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tOfJo7Pzts/TlDZjAm8MPI/AAAAAAAAADo/uZBItah1Lkg/s400/New+Picture.bmp" width="400" /></a><i><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry<br />
You don't know how lovely you are<br />
I had to find you, tell you I need you<br />
Tell you I set you apart<br />
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Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions<br />
Oh, let's go back to the start<br />
Running in circles, coming up tails<br />
Heads on a science apart</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> <br />
I was just guessing at numbers and figures<br />
Pulling the puzzles apart<br />
Questions of science, science and progress<br />
Do not speak as loud as my heart<br />
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But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me<br />
Oh and I rush to the start<br />
Running in circles, chasing our tails<br />
Coming back as we are<br />
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Nobody said it was easy<br />
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part<br />
Nobody said it was easy<br />
No one ever said it would be so hard<br />
I'm going back to the start..."</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Lyrics by Coldplay</span></span></i>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-16824560276267134722011-03-23T03:59:00.006+02:002011-03-23T03:59:00.126+02:00Courting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JLA42vOYjM0/TYjW7I6OGGI/AAAAAAAAADk/FtpeZDU7Q1E/s1600/Peacock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JLA42vOYjM0/TYjW7I6OGGI/AAAAAAAAADk/FtpeZDU7Q1E/s320/Peacock.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Revealing the best of yourself, conveying your intense spiralling-out-of-control love and affection. Breathing eachother in, appreciating every word, action, feelings, attention. Attentive, watchful, careful, tender, loving, caring, like newly hatched chick warm in your palm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How soon after does the moon wane. Where “I love you”‘s have become a greeting. Other things and people capture attention.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That you no longer take the time to listen with your being, as through embracing all he has to say, as though she is the only one in the room. No one else matters. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No longer worshipping, ambivalent, to her little smiles, to his breakfasts in bed, to her little gestures, to his interests. Instead, routine sets in - carelessly comfortable, treating eachother like beloved ornaments in a house, where once stood a soulmate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She’ll always be there. Or will he?</span>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-44412754747723732102011-01-25T01:58:00.003+02:002011-01-25T01:58:00.832+02:00Sailing the Milkyway<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Floating the galaxy, I dream<br />
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like stars we gaze upon<br />
visible and present, but tells<br />
a past of a light years ago<br />
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Do I wish upon it<br />
as it appears to the eye?<br />
real, tangible, warm and blazing?<br />
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or is it a mere story, a dream, a whisper<br />
foretold and foregone?<br />
<a href="http://www.amateurphotographer.co.uk/imageBank/b/Blazing-Bristlecone-Tom-Lowe524.jpg"></a>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-43214627899084636882010-11-28T03:27:00.022+02:002010-11-28T10:04:21.252+02:00The Kiss<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"The Kiss" Gustav Klimt</td></tr>
</tbody></table><em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Liquid eyes conveying intensity<br />
Of the unspoken<br />
Instinctual body in recognition, <br />
Held breath, tense muscles, hummingbird heartbeat<br />
Time stops and the body hums<br />
vibrating like single stroke of a bow on cello string<br />
Resin evaporating in the air as friction dissolves into a rich note</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pulsating <br />
nothing else exists<br />
Hazy dream,<br />
Mind struggling to connect with the quivering body<br />
Burning....aching....anticipating....</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in a drugged state of awakeness<br />
million beating wings</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t resist<br />
Infinite millisecond<br />
Before your lips meet mine</span></em><br />
<em></em>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-73258751761688703812010-11-11T22:11:00.003+02:002010-11-11T22:22:41.184+02:00Softmisty membrane<br />Am porous<br />to life's gifts<br />hope, love, joy<br />despair, grief, desolation<br />darkness deserts me<br />vividly wildly i dream<br />tonight, everynight, every moment.Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-22054405054774242010-11-08T01:35:00.001+02:002010-11-21T07:45:37.804+02:00WYSIWYDG<a href="http://api.ning.com/files/CXBdxDyfarvmVkyAWjcap4GaepFoE6MzvGvP2-Y5qoSTELVU7nEn1DrKKvjUF9rQvh3zbWRAKuSMDA3LMkWicyMvclohVhnf/wiccan1321.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://api.ning.com/files/CXBdxDyfarvmVkyAWjcap4GaepFoE6MzvGvP2-Y5qoSTELVU7nEn1DrKKvjUF9rQvh3zbWRAKuSMDA3LMkWicyMvclohVhnf/wiccan1321.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 248px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 360px;" /></a><br />
<div><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;">Words are larger than life, infinite and carelessly thrown about</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;">Easier to utter than to live up to </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;">Oxymoron to camoflauge real feelings, true actions, ommission</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;">People often say "What You See Is What You Get"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;">Don't assume, or presume to know, you say</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;">Yet what I see is not what you say</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;">What you do is not what you feel</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;">What you feel is not what you reveal</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;">Do you hate or love? Do you judge or accept? Do you hope or despair? Are your constant smiles a front for your unspoken dark thoughts? Do you blame or understand? Do you give or take? Do you embrace or pull away?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier new;">What is Real? What do you desire? What is your tangible tactile truth you can live up to?</span></div><br />
<div></div>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-69041384745437480372010-11-07T03:48:00.003+02:002010-11-08T21:57:25.976+02:00Love & Passion<a href="http://www.hawaiipictures.com/pictures/wallpapers/Lava%20Dreams,%20Big%20Island,%20Hawaii.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 423px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.hawaiipictures.com/pictures/wallpapers/Lava%20Dreams,%20Big%20Island,%20Hawaii.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Lovers enflamed, erupting with intense passion, </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">horizons ablaze. Like scorched earth, unquenchable thirst, all consuming.<br /><br />With all life being cyclic, feverish summer will eventually give way to autumn, then winter. Paths diverge, choices to be made, one of departure from nights of fervous affair, and another of love's dance.<br /><br />Love endures when leaves start to fall. Like old friends who love and accept one another for all that they are, all that they are becoming, all that you think they lack. It doesn't demand self sacrifice, but rather giving and yielding, rendezvous and meeting of minds between two very different souls.<br /><br />When snow falls, lava greets the oceans, lovers effort to acknowledge one another's essence and differences. They meet eachother in a dance of give and take, should they decide to waltz. And if they dance, the cooled magma will surely give birth to coral reefs, gems, and infinite planktons.</span>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-69532635199208072922010-11-06T03:19:00.006+02:002010-11-06T22:30:43.984+02:00Invisible Bond<div align="center"><u><span style="color:#0066cc;"></span></u><a href="http://www.ashesandsnow.org/"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536414671889653666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKhaTdJO1yI/TNVLz5c-X6I/AAAAAAAAADM/7A9E9MCiKJY/s400/Ashes+and+Snow.png" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;">Image: </span><a href="http://www.ashesandsnow.org/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;">'Ashes and Snow' by Gregory Colbert</span></a></div><div align="left"><span><span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><br />"[Friendship] is but the discovery of ourselves in others and the delight in recognition"..."for we look not with our eyes but with the mind"...<br /><br />Fluid, resilient and enduring, like mist churning itself into fog, soaring high, transforming into bubbly cumulonimbus. It opens up, pours itself onto unquenched earth, to birth new life, to turn itself into oceans. Like elements, it evolves but its essence remains. Once the mind meets, it pierces past all boundaries - language, religion, time, age culture, gender. Iff true, it seldom breaks, through turmoils, deaths, marriages, divorces, failed projects, distances. Unlike blood bonds of family, it is carefully and deliberately chosen or severed.<br /><br />Passionate and heated arguments, hurtful words, disagreements, third party gossips, do not dissuade. Once formed, your worst qualities, failures, negatives are inconsequent and they remain, through it all. Accepting you for who you are, for all that you are, they hold your hand through trauma till early morn; listens without resentment to your sorrows, even if it was caused by your own actions and omissions; amplifies your triumphs and magnifies your successes. No problems or joys are too big or small. Silent selfless mutual giving has no oaths - only meeting and parting of minds.<br /><br />Constant and steady, they show you the light in despair, your strengths in weakness, dreams where all hopes are lost. They wear the mast of truth even when it hurts. They are there for you for no other reason than because you said you had a bad day.</em></span></span></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-30956026730193604842010-11-03T03:57:00.011+02:002010-11-03T09:03:44.416+02:00Breathing<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKhaTdJO1yI/TNEGPJ33_wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wf86VMli3cI/s1600/The_Embrace_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 293px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535212274433130242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKhaTdJO1yI/TNEGPJ33_wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wf86VMli3cI/s400/The_Embrace_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg" /></a>What if this was your dying breath <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKhaTdJO1yI/TM8vPWyyb7I/AAAAAAAAACs/9DZ8izgmCQg/s1600/The_Embrace_by_scottjamesprebble.jpg"></a><br />the last moment for someone to know<br /><br />how much they mean<br /><br />Your siblings you fight with, family you argue with, your aged parents you seldomly visit, your friends you hardly see, your loved one who's "I love you's" lost all meaning like carelessly repeated morning greetings.<br /><br />Yes, the other, more probable odds are<br />that there is a whole lifetime<br /><br />But life has its own twists and turns<br />So grasp this moment, fearless<br />Don't wait, let them know,<br />How much they mean<br /><br />No fear, no regrets, no taking for granted, more days to come, one more breath...<br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Image By: </span><a href="http://scottjamesprebble.deviantart.com/art/The-Embrace-115227582"><span style="font-size:78%;">Scott James Prebble</span></a></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-57527671837587421332010-11-02T01:37:00.002+02:002010-11-02T15:41:41.501+02:00Ending<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >After all is said and done, the "right" path chosen</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />So why do my lips quiver</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Hands tremble, Heart castanet</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Galloping a thousand butterflies away from this path.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />Fervous and cold, shivers as my physical denies</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />My teeth gnash against one another, as though through this action, it will prevent my whole being from escaping, tumbling, bursting through my body.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Involuntary tears cascade in gasps</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />If its so rightly chosen, why is it this hard </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />to say Goodbye?</span></span>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-18305528630320774322010-10-31T23:00:00.000+02:002010-10-31T12:14:26.214+02:00Away<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.remembermongolia.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Open-Road.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://www.remembermongolia.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Open-Road.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Freedom is...A full tank, and an open road<br /></div>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-67480259202493247712010-10-20T02:06:00.002+02:002010-10-24T14:12:30.541+02:00Art in the Moment<a href="http://pds12.egloos.com/pds/200811/19/67/d0006967_4923580fad1d4.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 413px; display: block; height: 292px;" alt="" src="http://pds12.egloos.com/pds/200811/19/67/d0006967_4923580fad1d4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Whilst sipping coffee and breaking fast we read the papers<br />Barely aware of fodder we chew and digest<br />Driving, a list of to do's<br />At work our minds excape to Bali, Phuket, destination of your choosing<br />Whilst our hearts pound from a destressing jog, our thoughts go over the day's events<br />What was done, said, heard, analysed...<br />Showering, our muscles yield to the cascading hot water<br />And even then, thoughts of dinner preparation, or other some insignificant thing<br />As the day closes, we numb our minds to morphine of our choosing - TV, books, games....<br /><br />Incessant chatter, infinite loop of past and future<br />We replay in our minds<br />As we steal the present from ourselves<br /><br />Take the time to inhale the brewing bubbles of rich Arabica aroma<br />Each morsel of muesli as it bursts forth between our teeth<br />The buttery toasted consistency and fragrance revealing itself with each bite<br />After all, act of devouring deliciousness of a meal, of self-nourishment, is an art in itself </span><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">intimate as a kiss...<br /><br />A delicate symphony of taste, texture and temperature, if you choose to hear and dance to it<br />There is nothing more luxurious and decadent than rivulets of steamy water on skin<br />More rapturous than imbibing the vivid sunset<br />More exuberant than your quickening heartbeat and aching muscles<br />More joyous than being completely immersed in solo midnight salsa<br /><br />Let each moment be a testimony of present, an artwork<br />Wind whispering on skin, sun's embrace, sensuous sensations<br />Past and Future cannot carve passionate memories on your heart<br />Acknowledge, pay homage to this breath, each act, task<br />with all that you are, engage, tango, dance, be<br />Do not squander a moment<br />with replays of non-existence<br /></span></div>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-6691002426737104282010-09-16T02:44:00.002+02:002010-09-16T17:18:39.529+02:00Centred<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:DAOcQbgNuXKQPM:http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/05/05/alone,art,beautiful,black,and,white,classic,dance,dreaming,freedom,girl,happiness,photography,woman-23ff78652e5af0d60666f8643cf3ed8c_m.jpg&t=1"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:DAOcQbgNuXKQPM:http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/05/05/alone,art,beautiful,black,and,white,classic,dance,dreaming,freedom,girl,happiness,photography,woman-23ff78652e5af0d60666f8643cf3ed8c_m.jpg&t=1" /></a><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Blown about the wind from being and not being with you<br />Its time to come home<br />Willing myself to cut the strings that you keep tugging<br />As soon as I decidedly wander farther forever<br />I no longer puppet dance to the tune you play<br />My own rhythm in head,<br />I sojourn the vast horizons<br />of infinite possibilities<br /><br /></span></em><p class="MsoNormal"></p>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-82131664712226431292010-09-14T01:44:00.001+02:002010-09-16T17:16:11.060+02:00Wayward and Homeward<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></p><span><span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">You love me, this I know<br />But you and I spent our time that fate gave<br />Impossible to reclaim<br />Truth revealed itself like river that divides<br />You cannot give me what I desire, nor I you<br />Why can’t love be enough? </span></span></span><p class="MsoNormal"></p>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-49754490810298986352010-09-11T01:27:00.004+02:002010-09-16T17:17:36.087+02:00Longing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.merchantcircle.com/30140539/cat%20looking%20out%20window_full.jpeg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 334px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://media.merchantcircle.com/30140539/cat%20looking%20out%20window_full.jpeg" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">Do you think of me?<br />When the sun rises, when the moon floats<br /><br />Do you think of me?<br />In your deepest despair, your joyous moments<br /><br />Do you think of me?<br />When your head hits the pillow<br /><br />Do you dream of me?<br />As I do with every breath I breathe </span>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-2137587357940333852010-09-10T12:23:00.002+02:002010-09-16T18:31:36.797+02:00Soulmate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c0204852.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/regular/f28584_1249671442.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://c0204852.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/regular/f28584_1249671442.jpg" /></a><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><br /><span>Love doesn’t demand that you sacrifice<br />give ultimatums or that you conform or merge<br />You accept them for who they are with all of their so-called “faults” you see<br />embracing the whole and not merely selective sum of their parts<br />Love doesn’t ask you to give up your friends, hobbies, your favourite TV programmes, your career<br /><br />“You complete me”<br /><br />As romantic as it sounds, resentment sets in as your soul cries out<br />to be true to yourself, to honour your hopes dreams, desires.<br />The walls resurrect between you and your “other half”<br />as you need as opposed to want<br />as you chip away at yourself slowly in the name of love<br />and give up pieces of yourself as opposed to giving of yourself.<br /><br />Love doesn’t ask to sacrifice anything, but simply to be all that is...you<br /><br /><br /></span></span><p style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" class="MsoNormal"></p>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7464609933047954533.post-16005438105190318412010-08-11T01:51:00.001+02:002010-08-11T01:51:00.132+02:00Be<span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;">Be still<br />take a moment<br />breathe<br />let your soul speak<br />mind dream<br />heart hope<br /><br />You are glorious<br />Yes, it's all possible and more<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Believe</span></span>Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10175219714396787407noreply@blogger.com3