May 20th 1:50pm

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Heart Conor Heart Devil Town

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The Ice Cream Man has "take away shows" with Band of Horses, Fruit Bats, Delta Spirit, Jay Reatard, Broken Social Scene, MGMT, White Rabbits and more!

Also showing.. The Flaming Lips coming out of a massive cosmic vagina!

{Just Breathe}

Who can trace the invisible path of the man who soars in the sky of liberation, the infinite Void without beginning, whose passions are peace, and over whom pleasure has no power? His path is as difficult to trace as that of the birds of the air.

[october]

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

Wilco - Please Be Patient With Me

Then there is the age old question.. Why is it that it's so much easier to forgive a stranger then it is to forgive someone you love?

Blue Skies

This is a film trailer for The First Days of Spring album from Noah and the Whale. This is a great tune. {Enjoy}

Emmylou Harris Never Fall Again

[unsent]

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
something that would make me never want another
something that would make it so that nothing matters
all would be clear then

but I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments
and watch it all dissolve into a single second
try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
or one foolish line

'cause that's all that you'll get so you'll have to accept
you are here then you're gone
but I believe that lovers should be tied together
thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
left there to drown
left there to drown
in their innocence

but as for me I'm coming to the final chapter

I read all of the pages and there's still no answer
only all that was before I know must soon come after
that's the only way it can be

so I stand in the sun
and I breathe with my lungs
trying to spare me the weight of the truth
saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost

but once you knew a girl and you named her lover
danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
autumn came, she disappeared
you can't remember where she said she was going to

but you know that she is gone 'cause she left you a song
that you don't want to sing
singing I believe that lovers should be chained together
thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
left there to burn
left there to burn
in their arrogance
but as for me I'm coming to my final failure
killed myself with changes trying to make things better
ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be

now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
and layed entwined together on a bed of clover
left there to sleep
left there to dream of their happiness

A whole seasons passed

Another chapter ended.

Another chapter to start.

Believe.

Have faith.

Have love.

Grow.

Tracy Chapman

music heals
listen with me

{vacant}

it's so dark.

how did i get here?

Try it

If you could change your days, arranging them in some sweet new sequence

Like any new arrangement’s gonna make a difference

Cause it’s the moment that you’re living in and not the one that follows

That makes this mess you’re cleaning in your head

Time still drags you forward, though you keep resisting

You know it’s what you leave behind, you’ll soon start missing

And the people you once counted on now say it’s all depending

On how you act and how you treat yourself

And that’s not very well

So baby, when I call for you

I want you to come

Explain yourself to everyone

You nod in an acknowledgement of your frequent mood swings

Yeah, what good’s an acknowledgement, it still don’t change things

We’ve tried all forms of encouragement, but it’s still no better

You just can’t seem to fake or force a smile

Not even a little one

But baby, when I call to you

I want you to come

And lay it out for everyone

Exactly how it was before any of this happened

And why you can’t leave it behind

Now don’t just, don’t just sit there when I call you

I told you to come and lay it out

Don’t feel awkward

Lay it out for everyone

All You Need is Love

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass,
it's about learning to dance in the rain.

The Better Version

A New Earth

Cross the bridge.

Walk strong.

Cross that bridge.

With me.

{e.s.c.}

How many times have I said I'm fine today?

I'm Reaching

I was thinking that I might fly today
Just to disprove all the things you say
It doesn't take a talent to be mean
Your words can crush things that are unseen
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
You always tell me that is impossible
To be respected and be a girl
Why's it gotta be so complicated?
Why you gotta tell me if I'm hated?
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
I was thinking that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food
That way what they believe will have taken place
And we can give it to people who have some faith
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
I have this theory that if we're told we're bad
Then that's the only idea we'll ever have
But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty
Someday we will become what we see
'Cause anyone can start a conflict
it's harder yet to disregard it
I'd rather see the world from another angle
We are everyday angels
Be careful with me 'cause I'd like to stay that way

T

If I can't feel

I'm not Mine

I'm not Real

What is right?

The Bible as been used to further prejudice throughout history.

We have used it to permit ourselves to enslave people;

to conquer and kill; and to denigrate the earth.

The wreckage

Ground Zero.

Need to raise up.

Need to get out.

Sometimes we just need a hand to pull us out.

To push us in the path we needed to go down.

Trying to see through the dust.

Fuck it.

Fuck getting up.

I'm done trying.

Fuck me over.

Fuck tangerine.

Getting Up

I will be tangerine.

Inquisitive

Talented

Independent

i AM tangerine.

{empty}

He put water-colored roses in her hair

Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch

Watching the clouds roll by

They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago.

When she used to color carelessly painted his portrait

A thousand times-or maybe just his smile-

And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go

'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.

Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall

He put water-colored roses in her hair

He said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you mountains, the sunshine, the sunset too

I just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me

'Cause I'm a painter and i want to paint you a lovely world
A lovely world.

So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, they made it an art to live by

They painted every, passion every home, created every beautiful child

in the winter they were weavers of warmth, in summer they were carpenters of love

They thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow

'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.

Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil

And in her heart she knew something was wrong

She went running through the orchard screaming,

'No God, don't take him from me!,

'But buy the time she got there, she feared he already had gone

She got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for her

She threw them down screaming, 'Damn you man, don't leave me

with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits to remind me!

He said, 'Love I leave, but only a little, try to understand

I put my soul in this life we created with these four hands

Love, I leave, but only a little this world holds me still

My body may die now, but these paintings are real.

'So many seasons came and many seasons went

and many times she saw her loves face watering the flowers,

talking to the trees and singing to his children

And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening,

and how he seamed to laugh along, and how he seemed to hold her

when she was crying

'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves

A lovely world.

Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch

Watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of her lover

how he left her and of times long ago, when she used to color carelessly,

Painted his portrait a thousand times, or maybe just his smile,

and she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go

Yes, she and her canvas still follow

Because they are painters and they are painting themselves

A lovely world

Number One

I needed someone that was perfect for Me.
A few qualities I admire: compassion combined with unpredictability, high integrity mixed with a commitment to creativity, and self-discipline blended with playfulness. I like smart talkers who are also savvy listeners, and people who have a balance of open-minded objectivity and emotional intelligence.

That is someone worth emulating.

to Me Always

You make my core tremble
don't think you realize the effect you have over me.
Please don't look at me like that
it just makes me want to make you near me always
Please try not to kiss me so sweet
it makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow
And please don't touch me like that
makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow
When you bring me flowers
They only whisper the sweet things you'd say
It just makes me want to make you near me always
And when you look in my eyes
Please know my heart is in your hands
It's nothing that I understand, but when in your arms
You have complete power over me
Your hands already know too much about me
So be gentle if you please, 'cause
Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth
And it makes me want to make you near me always

...

Every corner of my world is fulled with love.

My insides are warm with a fire deep inside me.

My soul is basking in the love and admiration.

I try to write a love song. Blinking at a blank screen.

Kismet! Damn.

Fine.. I'll take it.
Six months from now would have been better.
Who's idea was this anyways?

Call it what it is

and it will be!
Kismet is luck
Kismet is fate
Kismet is destiny.

Heart Beats

Scared.
Vomit.
Anxious.
Excited.
Accepted.
A hug.
Two strong arms.
A slowing heart.
Steady beats.
Deep breath.
Deep breath.
Deep breath.
No.

October 19th 2007

I believe we cannot be happy if we expect to live all the time at the highest peak of intensity. Happiness is not a matter of intensity, but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.

Natural Selection

I have had the best 2008.  I have discovered so much interesting things about myself and what I am capable of.  I have made some incredible friends, taken some great trips, seen some awesome shows.  And of course, heard a shit load of wicked new & old bands!  I have had the time of my life as well as had some very low times.  

Now this is the beginning of the old.  

New fun, new happiness & old school true love.

There is only one love of my life.

This is the (second) first day of my life.

I have never felt more like my True Self

When Michelangelo 

was asked 

how 

he carved the statue 

of David, he said, 

"I simply cut away everything that was not David."

And I am going to do just that.