Man on the Moon
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Posted:Jun 25, 2023 11:26 am
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2023 11:28 am 2877 Views
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What happens in dreams when we fly?
Never been as high as tonight
Staring through a window in time
For someone to show me what I’m like
He said, “Hello”, it’s like a mirror in the sky
And I can see us from up high
Oh boy, we’re looking good tonight
And I just don’t understand
I met the man on the moon
On the moon, I heard him saying
I met the man on the moon
On the moon, we’ll be ok, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon
I heard him say, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon
We’ll be ok, yeah
He said, “Hello,” it’s like a mirror in the sky
And I can see us from up high
Oh boy, we’re looking good tonight
And I just don’t understand
I met the man on the moon, on the moon
I heard him say, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon
We’ll be ok, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon (on the moon, yeah)
I heard him say, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon (yeah, on the moon)
We’ll be ok, yeah
I met the man on the moon, he wore his hat to the side
I met the man on the moon, he asked if I had a light
He told us to hold it together, we’re falling apart
He told us to light up the world when we dream in the dark, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon (I met the man on the moon)
I heard him say, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon (I met the man, yeah)
We’ll be ok, yeah
Lost
All my tears have turned to dust
Maybe somebody is calling us
The man on the moon, yeah
Just a man on the moon
Man on the Moon
Allan Walker
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Quantum Entanglement
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Posted:Jun 23, 2023 5:14 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2023 5:16 pm 2828 Views
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In the field of quantum mechanics there is something called quantum entanglement. It is what happens when two particles interact, vibrate in unison and are separated. They remain connected by something that defies logic, something science has yet to explain. If one particle vibrates, no matter the distance, the other particle reacts in unison, even if there are oceans between them, even if there is a universe separating them.
Before time we were just a dense collection of particles confined to a space smaller than a proton, interacting and moving in unison. An event occurred that rapidly expanded the particles and created the universe. There is no reason to believe the particles ever lost their entanglement.
Now, when I say I am drawn to you, that I feel I have known you since the beginning of time, know that it’s beyond my control. Know there are particles that compose me, my very fabric of being, and somewhere inside of you are the particles mine danced with millions of years ago. I’ve spent an eternity chasing that part of you.
Tyler Kent White
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Hold Me Closer
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Posted:Jun 23, 2023 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2023 4:41 pm 2779 Views
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Hold me closer
Hold me closer
Hold me closer
Hold me closer
I saw you dancin’ out the ocean
Runnin’ fast along the sand
A spirit born of earth and water
Fire flying from your hands (oh)
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today (oh)
Hold me closer
Hold me closer (hold me closer)
Hold me closer
Hold me closer
There are caravans we follow
Drunken nights in dark hotels, baby (yeah)
When chances breathe between the silence
Where sex and love no longer gel (oh, yeah)
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway (baby)
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer
Hold me closer (baby, baby)
Hold me closer
Hold me closer (oh, yeah)
Hold me closer
(Hold me closer) me closer, me closer
(Hold me closer) mm, yeah
Hold Me Closer
Elton John & Britney Spears
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Leftovers
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Posted:Jun 23, 2023 3:55 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 6:39 pm 2783 Views
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“Some memories are like frozen food .. always ready to be defrosted.”
Author - Unknown
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Sea Glass
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Posted:May 31, 2023 7:55 pm
Last Updated:Jun 3, 2023 6:46 am 4990 Views
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I want to age like sea glass
Smoothed by tides
But not broken
I want my hard edges to soften
I want to ride the waves
And go with the flow
I want to catch a wave
And let it carry me
To where I belong
I want to be picked up
And held gently by
Those who delight in my
Well earned patina and
Appreciate the changes I went
Through to achieve that beauty
I want to enjoy the journey
And always remember that if
You give the ocean something
Breakable it will turn it into
Something beautiful
I want to age like sea glass
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Wish Master
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Posted:May 31, 2023 7:47 pm
Last Updated:May 31, 2023 7:48 pm 2987 Views
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I have crossed oceans of time to find you.
Bram Stoker
Dracula
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Strawberry Moon
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Posted:May 31, 2023 7:29 pm
Last Updated:May 31, 2023 7:32 pm 2999 Views
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Our story tonight is called Strawberry Moon and it’s a story about dusk on the porch on one of the first warm evenings of summer. It’s also about the lit window of a neighbours house, the quiet tick of a clock in the hall and a good book before bed.
I was getting ready for bed, padding around in my slippers and filling a glass with water at the sink when I suddenly wanted to step outside one more time to feel the night air around me. I set my glass on the counter and went to the door and pushed it open. After months of feeling chilled at night, rushing to get under the covers and warm up, it felt like a dream to step onto the porch and be surrounded by soft air that met my skin like perfectly warmed water.
I didn’t need a sweater. As the breeze blew, it didn’t chill my ears or neck. I was just comfortable. I walked to the edge of the porch and sat down on the top step in my pyjamas, propping my elbows on my knees and my chin in my hands. I closed my eyes for a time, listening to the night time buzz of insects and the songs of drowsy birds.
It was dusk. The street lights had come on and the sky was that lovely purple that only lasts for a half hour or so before the full darkness sets in. In the house across the street, a few lights were on here and there and I was comforted to think of my neighbours finishing up the dinner dishes, stretching out on the sofa to watch something or tucking in early with a book to read.
Farther down the street I could hear a screen door banging, a barking and ’s voices as they came in after a long day of play and I was sure that up and down the block others like me were sitting on their porches, the porch light off so as not to attract the bugs and just enjoying the peace of the gloaming. I sat there for quite a while, not a moment of it bored or distracted, just letting the breeze waft over me and thinking of all the summer evenings that I had done this since I was a . We’d had a swing on the front porch and at least a few times a year I’d been allowed to drag my sleeping bag out, along with a pillow from the bed, a flashlight and a book - and though I rarely made it through the night before being chased in by mosquitos or just wanting my own bed, I loved those little adventures and would beg to do it again the very next night.
Finally I felt my eyelids getting heavy and I pushed myself up from the steps. I took one last long breath of the night air and looked up at the stars now bright above me. The neighborhood was quiet. Most of the houses with just a single light on here or there. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me and shuffled back to the kitchen for my glass of water. You know those moments when water tastes so good? That was now. I wondered if it was the half hour or so that I’d sat on the step. Had it cleared my palette, both metaphysically and literally? I did feel like a clean slate.
I’d left a colander of strawberries in the sink after I’d rinsed them and I brought my water glass with me to pick through them. When I’d buy a carton of strawberries in February I almost always regret it. They come out tasting something like sour pink ice cubes. But these ones that I’d picked myself from the patch on my allotment, smelled more like strawberries than those others had ever tasted. They were small, about the size of the end of my thumb and they were soft and meant to be enjoyed as soon as they ripened. I took a bite and it tasted so good I nearly laughed aloud. Truly sweet and tender, melting in my mouth. I ate half the colander full right there, listening to the grandfather clock tick in the hall and blissfully thinking of very little. Finally, I tipped the rest of the berries into a bowl and set them in the fridge for the next day, refilled my glass and headed for the stairs. When I passed the big clock in the hall, I stopped, realising that it probably needed to be wound. It was an eight day clock meaning that the main spring would lose power after seven days and need to be wound on the eighth. That was a bit too much math for me so I just wound it every Saturday night.
I set my glass down on the shelf and by the light of the streetlamp shining through the window, I opened the lower door and took the small winding key from its bag. When I’d first found this old clock wedged into the back of the coat closet, I thought that the key was lost. But when I’d taken it to the horologist, she’d shown me how it was still safe in its keeping place, waiting to be put to work again. The clock work on the other hand was missing a few pieces and had to be taken apart completely, cleaned in clock cleaning fluid and painstakingly put back together with replacement parts along the way. But it ran perfectly now. I opened the bevelled glass cover on the clock face and fitted the winding key into its spot and began to wind. I’d been timid about this part when I’d first taken up winding duties, having always heard that it was “dangerous” to overwind a clock but she’d assured me that it couldn’t actually BE overwound and that overwinding was likely clockmaker speak for “it’s broken but I can fix it.” So when the key was tight, I took it out and hung it back on its peg. I closed the glass cover and looked at the moondial, a feature not all clocks have but luckily this one did which showed the position of the moon in the sky. A full moon was just a few days away and I smiled, still tasting the sweetness on my tongue, remembering that this moon was called the Strawberry Moon.
In my bedroom the windows were open and it felt a bit like stepping back onto the porch. Cool, sweet fresh air and my bed awaited me. Not wanting to turn on the light and in tribute to those front porch swing sleepovers of my childhood, I fished in a drawer until I found a small flashlight and propped up in bed to read my book till i fell asleep.
Kathryn Nicolai
Nothing Much Happens
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Faded
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Posted:May 24, 2023 8:10 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2023 6:54 pm 4641 Views
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With These Eyes
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Posted:May 24, 2023 7:23 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2023 7:23 pm 3104 Views
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You always did have the most beautiful eyes .. so dark and full of passion. Just one in a list of many reasons why I can never forget you.
With these eyes
I’ve held you in my arms
And love was all I had
But you had to end it all
With these eyes
I’ve stood out in the rain
I’ve listened for your call
That never came at all
With these eyes
You’re everything to me
Without your love
I’d wind up down upon my knees
With these eyes
I’ve learned from my mistakes
That a sad song doesn’t care
Whose heart it breaks
With these eyes
I’m feeling out of touch
I’ve waited patiently
For you whose love I miss so much
With these eyes
I’ve watched you turn away
With nothing left to give
And nothing more to say
With these eyes
You’re everything to me
Without your love
I’d wind up down upon my knees
With these eyes
I’ve learned from my mistakes
That a sad song doesn’t care
Whose heart it breaks
And though my love for you runs so deep
It doesn’t mean that you and I
Are sharing the same dream
If only I could listen to your words
And not my heart
You’re tryin’ to spare my feelings
But you’re tearing me apart
With these eyes
You’re everything to me
Without your love
I’d wind up down upon my knees
With these eyes
I’ve learned from my mistakes
That a sad song doesn’t care
Whose heart it breaks
That a sad song doesn’t care
Whose heart it breaks
With These Eyes
Roch Voisine
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