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drifting whenever i look outside my window it's always full moon  ~ Jolielaide  |
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She is courted By many, But She walks alone In cold solitude. ~ Jolielaide
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I feel like I could just reach out between the voids and touch the intangible truth I'm looking for. Its kind of strange. Tonight I look at the moon in a new light. No longer is is just a promise of the light or a grim reminder of its absence, but it is now my promise. Though it lies far away, it looks down on the earth and guides many back home, though they be great distances away. This is my promise: I will return. I go into the night and unyielding darkness in search of my heart and my destiny, but I know the light will guide me back here someday. No matter how far it takes me, or how much the darkness has changed me, I will come back with the same heart, maybe better for what the journey has done. ~ Jolielaide
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mushy  ~ Jolielaide
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9/15/2008 5:21 am |
...full moon again ???  Gud girls R bad girls who don't get caught... 
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ritual belle? i don't know any rituals   ~ Jolielaide
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 me tooi love yet fear the darkness ~ Jolielaide
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you are always thinking of something else  i guess ~ Jolielaide
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...full moon again ??? always  ~ Jolielaide
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kiddind aside D. and i was talking about it last night it seems that whenever we look up/outside the PC room it's always full moon ~ Jolielaide
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9/15/2008 9:29 am |
As the moon looks down on us, dancing alongside the sun. I watch in awe wishing to woo my guiding light.    within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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9/15/2008 9:32 am |
Ok drifting for the day across the channel or maybe I should just hop on the Eurostar train. ehehehehe within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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no. actually, i feel better than last week. i'm even contemplating to remove my sticky post about my muddled brain ~ Jolielaide
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As the moon looks down on us, dancing alongside the sun. I watch in awe wishing to woo my guiding light. As the moon rises high I watch the crescent as it rises above the trees And smiles down at me ~ Jolielaide
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Dressed In a Silvery gown, Her palace Is built Of cosmic darkness, Her numerous Handmaidens Are drifting crystals, Sister of the sun, Poets write of Her beauty, She is courted By many, But She walks alone In cold solitude. ~ Jolielaide
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Ok drifting for the day across the channel or maybe I should just hop on the Eurostar train. ehehehehe  ~ Jolielaide
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just jump on the boat in dover or kent or whatever port is nearest to you and i will pick you up no matter where as long as you're already on belgian soil  how's that? ~ Jolielaide
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here jane our theme song "Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air (Theme Song)" Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I liked to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys Who were up to no good Startin making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suite case and send me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think sow I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab is rare But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air ~ Jolielaide
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where is were? ~ Jolielaide
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thanks darling btw i love your pic on one of your blogs ~ Jolielaide
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it's my mother's fault with all her strange stories about creatures of darkness ~ Jolielaide
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9/16/2008 9:28 am |
I want to spoon  To my honey I'll croon love's tune  Honey moon, keep a-shinin' in June Your silv'ry beams will bring love's dreams,We'll be cuddlin' soon By the silvery moon  
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9/16/2008 10:14 am |
My Sun, Moon, & Star You are my warming Sun A look from you lifts my spirit And I feel amazingly happy Even on the bitterest of days You are my cooling Moon A look from you relaxes me And I feel calm again Even with my raging anger You are my brightest Star A look from you fulfills me And I feel loved Even with no one around You are my Sun You make me happy When I'm sad You are my Moon You calm me When I'm angry You are my Star You make me feel loved When no one else does You are my Sun, Moon, and Star You mean everything to me And I love you ~ I will always be a Maverick
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9/16/2008 10:18 am |
And If by Moon Princess You are my sunshine, My light at the beginning of everyday. You are my longing breath, The exhale I so deeply crave. You are the moon in my sky, The shining in my vacant darkness. You are the softness in a whisper, That keeps harshness at a distance. You are my compass at sea, Whenever I am lost, you are my North. My body reaches for your touch, You are my feeling and emotion. If a flower was to be, You would be the fragrance. If a clown was to laugh, You would be the smile. If a bird was to sing, You would be that song. And if a sunset could blossom, You would be the vibrant color. You are my longing day, That keeps me from persisting night. You are my sweet in chocolate, That melts in my mouth and not in my hands. And my trust in you is strong, Like the ancient mountains that still stand. The stars in the sky belong to you, In the mere blackness you are radiant light. You are the joy at tearfall, Where every moment counts. You are my lake of calmness, I can rest in your wind. If a child was to dance, You would be the steps. If a hand was to care, You would be the comfort. If a tide was to sweep ashore, You would be the current. And if a man was to fall in love, You would be the woman. ~ I will always be a Maverick
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9/16/2008 10:25 am |
Tell me to go jump in a lake somewhere off Iceland. I’ m not the beat around the bush kind of person. Just the facts. Do you hear me? You’re the anchor that gives me heading; keeping my mind in this world of deeper understanding. Giving perspective to the images that float at the edge of my mind, turning them into something other than ghosts to be shoved down; into stories. Stories that can end, change, be different, not me. You said you don’t want depth. That you wanted light meaningless interaction that never gets messy. I understand so very very much. Calm, ordinary, untroubled existence, a placid sea, or a clear sky. To bad the world is so bumpy, a geode of people and places that goes on forever in endless laps. So the world is messy and so the mind is the world within. Just as messy with its wounded pieces clinging to the edges looking for someone to hang on to. Wanting to trust enough to let go, knowing the empty space is so deep and so hard to climb out of. Hanging on and pushing away are so close. Standing at the edge the water is black, a tremor ripples the memories. The shore slips toward the frigid glass shattering calm. Descending into numb thoughts, cold fog clings to the edge, wounded pieces looking for someone to hang on to, waiting to let go, knowing the depth. Smooth walls of water pull into the black depths, movement, life below the surface, surviving unknown, silent, surface eddies from far beneath. Panic, thrashing, searching, The sea holds tight what it wants, weight crushing pressure squeeze, collapses the last bit, orbs of life showing the way. Eyes follow. Stars float with the waves, the moon reaches out to touch the surface smooth again, spreading his palm flat, calming the waves. Floating on the surface listening to the deep, reaching for the moon, a drop falls a slow decent past closed eyes kissing the moons radiant face, Tears fall, wind whispers. That is all. ~ I will always be a Maverick
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9/16/2008 6:03 pm |
here jane our theme song "Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air (Theme Song)" Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I liked to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys Who were up to no good Startin making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suite case and send me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think sow I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab is rare But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air   How very thoughtful of you. Nakakakilig naman.  Turning into a giggling college girl. [teheheheheh with a hand slightly touching the side of the mouth attempting to restrain from giggling too much]. This is actually the longer version of the song that I was kind of rapping to [God knows how I sounded like ehehehe], over a week ago. Great find because it's an improvement from the short version. Thanks Bebz. within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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