When Words Fail
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Posted:Aug 19, 2023 8:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2023 9:10 pm 8509 Views
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Ancient winds stir the desert sands, as once again I long to hold you. So close - and yet so far away, I wander the plains of Rajasthan. Would you even want to see me .. if you knew I was here? The answer to that question is in your silence. Mumbai is not that far away.
You and I share the stars tonight, mere miles are all that separate us now. But I would never tell you. For there is nothing in this world that could ever change how you don’t feel about me.
Day breaks and I am lost in thoughts of you. My heart is alone .. surrounded by the relentless tide of shifting sands. I know you won’t miss me when I’m gone .. but somehow, somewhere - I hope you might remember that I loved you more than you will ever know.
Rather have us than have nothing at all
Not trying to sound emotional
But I’ve seen waters rise and strong men fall
It’s just good to have a hand to hold
Every day, there’s a sad twist of fate
And it’s easy to think there’s no way we can make it
But I swear you and I can stay strong through the fight
If we hold on long enough to face it
Sure there’s
Purple haze in the sky
And they say maybe we’re running out of time
But I don’t care, ‘cause you and I
Know that love is all we need to survive
Came up from nothing, oh, nothing at all
And you stood by my side (you stood by my side)
Oh, you can count on me if ever you fall
Until the end of time (until the end of time)
Every day, there’s a sad twist of fate
And it’s easy to think there’s no way we can make it
(There’s no way we can make it)
But I swear, you and I
Can stay strong through the fight (through the fight)
If we hold on long enough to face it
Sure there’s
Purple haze in the sky
And they say maybe we’re running out of time
But I don’t care, ‘cause you and I
Know that love is all we need to survive
If the world (if the world) is on fire (is on fire)
I don’t care, ‘cause you’re down for the ride (for the ride)
We’ll survive, we’ll get by (we’ll get by)
From now on ‘till the end of time
‘Til the end of time
Oh, oh
Oh, until the end of time
Yeah
Purple haze in the sky
And they say maybe we’re running out of time
But I don’t care, ‘cause you and I
Know that love is all we need to survive
Love is all we need to survive
Purple Haze
Joy Oladokun
* You still haunt my dreams .. as thoughts of you remain. You are my forever and always.
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Moth to a Flame
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Posted:Aug 12, 2023 7:15 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2023 4:34 am 8370 Views
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Like a moth to a flame
I’ll pull you in,
I’ll pull you back to what you need initially
It’s just one call away
And you’ll leave him, you’re loyal to me
But this time l’ll let you be
‘Cause he seems like he’s good for you
And he makes you feel like you should
And all your friends say he’s the one
His love for you is true
But does he know you call me when he sleeps?
But does he know the pictures that you keep?
But does he know the reasons that you cry?
Oh tell me, does he know where your heart lies?
Where it truly lies?
Yeah
You should be with him, I let you go from time
You should stay with him
‘Cause he seems like he’s good for you
And he makes you feel like you should
And all your friends say he’s the one
His love for you is true (hey)
But does he know you call me when he sleeps? (No, no)
But does he know the pictures that you keep? (Oh)
But does he know the reasons that you cry?
Oh tell me, does he know where your heart lies?
Where it truly lies
Right here with me, babe
Where it truly lies
My bed, babe
Where it truly lies
In my arms, babe
Where it truly lies
(Oh-oh-oh)
Where it truly lies
Where it truly lies
(Hey)
Where it truly lies
Moth to a Flame
Swedish House Mafia, The Weeknd
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Paradox
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Posted:Aug 4, 2023 5:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2023 7:28 pm 5719 Views
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You are my paradox
You are the love letter that I can’t read anymore
And the same one I refuse to throw away
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As You Are
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Posted:Aug 4, 2023 4:45 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2023 7:21 pm 5711 Views
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“Stay with me tonight” whispered the Moon. “The Sun will walk you home in the morning.”
You’re feeling isolated
And all kinds of frustrated
But I love you as you are, love you as you are, yeah
And don’t worry about the haters
You don’t fit in those boxes they create
And it’s tearing you apart, it’s tearing you apart, yeah
And when you build those walls to keep you safe
It’s like a prison you can’t escape
You tear them down, you just might hear me say
I love you as you are
I love you as you are
And when the whole damn world
Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, I love you
I love you as you are
I love you as you are
And when the whole damn world
Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, I love you
I love you as you are
You can come out of the shadows
They’re only scared of what they don’t know
But I love you as you are, love you as you are, yeah
Yeah, you waged this war within yourself
Wasting time dying in a shell
They don’t define you, just know they never will
I love you as you are
I love you as you are
And when the whole damn world
Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, I love you
I love you as you are (I love you as you are)
And when the whole damn world
Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, I love you
I love you as you are, yeah
I love you as you are, yeah
You’re feeling isolated
And all kinds of frustrated
But I love you as you are, love you as you are, yeah
I love you as you are (as you are)
I love you as you are (as you are)
And when the whole damn world
Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, I love you
I love you as you are (I love you as you are)
When the whole damn world
Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone, ‘til it’s gone, ‘til it’s gone
Yeah
I love you as you are, yeah
I love you as you are, yeah
And when the whole damn world
Don’t know what they got ‘til it’s gone
I love you as you are
As You Are
Daughtry
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The Boathouse
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Posted:Jul 25, 2023 6:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2023 3:19 pm 6359 Views
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Our story tonight is called The Boathouse and it’s a story about an escape down to the end of the dock on a hot day. It’s also about a drawer full of old maps with dotted lines to mark journeys taken, the scent of lavender on your skin, and enjoying the pockets of ordinary magic wherever they can be found.
Mid summer was here with her heat and humidity and bright blinding sunlight. And the boathouse was shady and cool and quiet. I went often in the afternoon .. a little escape. And that was an idea that had appealed to me ever since I was little. To disappear every now and then. To be swallowed up in my own space and step out of time for just a little while.
In the back of the closet in my childhood bedroom there had been a tiny door that didn’t lead anywhere. It was a leftover access point for some plumbing or something similar and by the time I found it when I was five or six it had been nailed shut and out of use for decades. But that didn’t matter to me. I loved to crawl to the back of the closet and to pretend to open it up and slip through into another world. That feeling of possibility and adventure that had led me to discover a world of imagination still featured pretty prominently in my mind. On walks through the woods or neighbourhoods, deep in the stacks at the library, or star gazing on a warm night - I never stopped seeing the potential of a bit of magic to weave its way into the moment .. and the boathouse was full of magic.
Today when I was in need of my escape, I strolled out along the gravel path. I cut through the sea grass and lavender. I stopped to reach for a handful of the lavender blossoms, rubbing the herb between my palms and then cupping them over my face and taking a deep breath in and out. I tried to parse apart the scents that made up lavender. Sweet, honey, bright like lemons. A tiny bit of the pungency of pine and rosemary .. and earthy and floral and soapy. I took another breath, closing my eyes and feeling my shoulders relaxing onto my back. I rubbed my scented hands over my hair and down my arms hoping to carry it all with me for awhile.
Further down the path I came to the steel break wall that edged the lake. I thought of the feeling of the warm steel under my bare feet when I was little, about to jump into the water. How I’d climb out a few seconds later and do it all over again. And the wet footprints that would dry in the sun within a minute or so. Today I had a feeling I’d rather not step my bare foot upon it. The heat was layered and the air around me seemed to vibrate in the plants and bounce off the surface of the lake. I brought my hand up to my brow, shielding my eyes against the sun. I stepped out onto the dock and hurried down its length toward the boathouse.
The dock reached a good way out into the water and that was part of the magic of it. Like its own tiny island on the lake. I knew every knot in the boards and old bit of rope wrapped around the pilings. The boathouse was painted a light blue. Summer sky blue with white trim though the paint was peeling and chipped in places. The door stuck a bit and I braced my shoulder against it as I pushed it open. I stood for a moment before I shut the door behind me, just to feel the rush of the cooler air and to breathe in the smell of the old wood and the water. I felt myself relax in an instant. There are layers to that, aren’t there? You soften and then you realize you are still holding or tensing and that you can let go even more. My face, my eyes, my shoulders all eased and I was glad to be here in this moment.
I shut the door behind me and stepped into the dim space. The floor boards creaked in a friendly welcoming way that I had heard them do for ages. The boathouse had many things in it, but a boat wasn’t one of them. There had been a few over the years but just now it was bare and I liked the space that afforded. Along the walls a whole collection of oars hung and beside them on a dusty shelf a trophy for second place in a rowing competition that had been raced long before I was born.
There was a bench built into the back wall where I’d taken many mid day naps. There were old tools in a cabinet that must have been used on the boats that had been moored here. Life jackets, coils of rope, a few kerosene lanterns and a drawer full of old maps of waterways. When I didn’t have a book with me, I could spend ages looking through those maps. Some of them had notations written on them in faded pencil. Dates and wind speed and temperature. How long a trip had taken. I’d imagine myself on a sailboat or old wooden Chris Craft adventuring through the rivers and lakes and canals. Taking in sunsets and spotting cranes in the high grass at the waters edge. I’d run my fingertip along the dotted lines drawn around shallow spots and sandbars and thought where I might toss an anchor overboard to stop for a swim.
Light reflected though the water and rippled on the walls around me. From the open boat well there was a sound of waves slapping at the wooden stilts and mooring. I smiled thinking of this place as my wishing well. I didn’t toss a coin in. The lake preferred not to be treated that way. But I could dream here. And isn’t that the same as wishing?
I took my spot on the bench, leaning back against the seat and propping my feet up on an old crate. I didn’t mean to stay much longer. There were cucumbers in the garden ready to be picked and sheets on the line that must be dry by now. But still I let my eyes fall shut and my body relax just a bit more. When we find these magical spaces … the door at the back of the closet, the gate to the hidden garden, the floating house in the middle of the lake - well, we mustn’t miss the chance to soften and imagine and be carried away by day dreams.
Kathryn Nicolai
Nothing Much Happens
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Red String of Fate
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Posted:Jul 19, 2023 5:23 pm
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2023 6:13 pm 4312 Views
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”An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.”
Too high, too deep
It’s you, it’s me
Too wild, too free, oh, yeah
One thing to me
Three words, I speak
When you’re with me, babe
Oh, come on, come on
However I act, you know how much I care
Come on, come on
You know what I want, now meet me if you dare
Love on the run, love on the run, run
Do anything to be there, be there
And I’m always singing it like a prayer
Oh, when you touch me there
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Always, love you all through the night and
Be there when the sun is rising
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
You worship me
Beneath the sheets
All love unique, and even when
You leave my bed, you’re in my head
You’re all I need
Oh, come on, come on
However I act, you know how much I care
Come on, come on
You know what I want, now meet me if you dare
Love on the run, love on the run, run
Do anything to be there, be there
And I’m always singing it like a prayer
Oh, when you touch me there
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Always, love you all through the night and
Be there when the sun is rising
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, babe
So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, babe
Oh, love on the run, love on the run, love on the run, babe
Oh, anywhere, be there, with you
And I’m always singing it like a prayer
Oh, when you touch me there
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Always, love you all through the night and
Be there when the sun is rising
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Always singing it like a prayer
Oh, when you touch me there
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
Always, love you all through the night and
Be there when the sun is rising
Oh, you’ll always be my ritual
You’ll always be my ritual
Ritual
Tiesto, Jonas Blue, Rita Ora
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Summer Breeze
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Posted:Jul 12, 2023 6:30 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2023 5:13 am 3319 Views
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Close your eyes and feel the summer breeze
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The Loneliest Place
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Posted:Jul 12, 2023 6:27 pm
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2023 6:29 pm 3171 Views
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”I believe there is penance in yearning. There is poverty in giving too much of your heart. When your desire for another is not returned in equal measure - nothing in the world could compensate for the shortfall. Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.”
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Borders and Time
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Posted:Jul 12, 2023 6:12 pm
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2023 6:18 pm 3183 Views
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Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts. It even breaks your heart. But that’s ok. The journey changes you - it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you … hopefully you leave something good behind.
I think of you all the time
I’ll pay for my sins
The heartache begins
I can’t free you from my mind
It seems so these days
I’ve tried every way
You have drifted so far from me
The winds of change have swept you away
Night and day it seems like eternity
Borders and time have kept you from me
Blue are the ocean waters
Along a lover’s shoreline
You will not be forgotten
But now that you’ve gone
The heartache lives on
A warm breeze blows over a gentle sea
The summer is near
The heartache is here
The fiddler plays an old time melody
The tune is the same
Change the faces and names
Blue are the ocean waters
Along a lover’s shoreline
You will not be forgotten
But now that you’ve gone
The heartache lives on
Blue are the ocean waters
Along a lover’s shoreline
You will not be forgotten
But now that you’ve gone
The heartache lives on
Oh borders and time
The heartache is mine
Borders and Time
The Rankin Family
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Fireflies at Midnight
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Posted:Jul 7, 2023 9:56 pm
Last Updated:Jul 7, 2023 10:30 pm 2807 Views
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I have always believed that relationships are like mini classrooms in our lives and that life has a funny way of sending us signs when class is coming to an end.
For most people change can be a very scary thing - so much so it makes us slow down our time line of growth and progress. It’s important to know that we have completed our lessons in a relationship and are graduating to the next level/experience. Which is why it has always brought me comfort to know that it’s never a failure when a relationship ends — more a graduation day for lessons well learned. In the end, it all comes down to free will along with the grace and courage to move forward in a new positive direction, blessing the past and embracing the future.
I wrote this poem to celebrate my graduation day from someone I can only describe as unforgettable. I will forever be grateful for the lessons he taught me.
She held on until it was time to go
What else could she do?
There was nothing left to say
And she knew he felt it too
The silence between them fell so hard
With winter coming on
There was nothing left to keep them there
Now all the love was gone
How do you stop your heart from breaking
When you know it’s for the best?
Can we truly embrace the pain of love
Or do we just care a little less?
Sometimes I wonder where love goes
And why it takes so long
To forget that certain someone
When everything you shared was wrong
Maybe love walks beside us
Until the sun can shine again
To hold us tight in memories
And be our secret friend
Or maybe it just pulls away
Fading slowly from our sight
So gradual we never notice
Until we find the one that’s right
In the end it takes some faith
Things happen when they should
If we believe something better waits
We open our hearts to good
When one door closes, another one opens
I’ve know that all along
And with this thought I can now walk alone
Forever staying strong
So thank you for your patience
Teaching me all I need to know
I will never forget how kind you were
As you helped my soul to grow
A better teacher I never had
Which is why its been so hard
To forget you and just let you go
You are forever in my heart
I thank you for my graduation day
It’s finally here my friend
I love you for everything you were
The lesson will never end
So take these words and hold them tight
You helped me find my way
Class is over and the bell has rung
Here’s to a brand new day
~~ Isabella
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