White Solitude

For an Axe in a Foreign Land

Sat, 22 Oct 2005 13:12:45 +0200

a story told well.. Is lived by the audience.
A story written well... is imagined by the people.
in land of fables live we, when we see.. thee stories written in pictures

in the pictures
expressions of pleasure. in most
expressions of projected happiness in a few
Bow low do we. as the expression of bliss in 1 or 2.... contented....,
a smile for thee.

Break this rythm of this song in a foreign land, me will not.
keep the rain of your back and the smiles on our faces.
stop not sendig the pitures of the gardens of babblon. its nice say we.

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Realm of Magic

Fri, 02 Sep 2005 19:02:59 +0200

days changing color. things u knew but had forgotten arise. all that seemed colorless lived again. nothing has changed, no new miracles were formed, the prospect of a better future loomes, bright become the visions of the everyday, beauty in life and around strats to clear out, the face of love not blurred no more just requires fine tuning.

all so nice, all too be nice, i need to see the light as i know it exists, may be false,may be true the light lies in my tunnel. unseeing i fumble in hope in the box of pandora, the golden bee the golden light i hope to see. But remember non so different as nothing around has changed. mindfull of the light i travel in hope and in satisfaction for the thirst that has been reborn in the inner me, to love and want to find that cluster and not just a single golden bee in the box of pandora. As today i see the light in my head, and i know its magic for me.....

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What is done and What will be done......

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 13:49:00 +0200

The process of understanding things. ITs a good thing as i am rediscovering thing that i always new and did not know what to do with them. its time to find out what what moves the masses what it takes to convince a head strong person.

It takes a set of right questions followed by the right rebuttle in the form of a question implying something

Hmmmm... lets work on this....

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Back Home

Sun, 26 Jun 2005 15:17:52 +0200

* born into this earth we are by a lady
* fed we are by this lady
then we fight with her.
* fight and are also scaread of her, but we take her for granted.
* then we get into trouble. and she bails us out.
* We get lost she finds us.

But then

we grow up again
* and we know it all
* then we tell her off
* then we walk out, slam the door, and walk out of the house.
* but she lets u back in with hot dinner on the table.

But Then

We grow up again
* and were are now our own masters.
* then step out of that house.
* find another citi, and aonther house and step in.
* Living our lifes we move mentally also into our new found house.

Back home that lady u owe all too sits alone
* with her huband out at work and her sons and daughter all grown up and out of home.... She smiles...And keep a candle burning for her musketeers to return ... back to a house, their home.

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A Day of Ode to my Dad

Wed, 08 Jun 2005 22:51:42 +0200

For none i care,
...for none but the wrong path i fear.
None shall redeem or take for what was learnt. Learnt were lessons very slowly,
....slowly none the less, but steadly.
so steadly that once learnt none, nor i shall forget.
...Far away In high water your blood sails,
in the stench of the business world your blood travells
...But none the less with the hearts of their mother and the grip of their father, growing up still to do, have we. Yess Dad ur boys are just like u Dad
We are growing up just like u.

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Happy People

Tue, 03 May 2005 19:40:50 +0200

Thinking hard to get words out on how happy people are. so happy they seem

ITs a good thing that there is so much happiness around us so much of color. try steping off the troden path. step off and stand still. stand still till you eyes adjust to a visoin that you some time ago were a part of. a vision where you see a stage for live telecast being acted out in perfect harmony. in an area of seemingly impossible calcuations. but still all so perfect. so perfect that the perfection accomodates the odd mishap of slip up in the vision. all so perfect. ever so beautiful. so beautiful

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