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17 entries this month
♫...Have you ever seen a seagull.... ♫
11:24 Mar 28 2016
Times Read: 768
And on this day... just a tad bit of credit is given.
Fill my days and nights with the tale of you....
04:04 Mar 26 2016
Times Read: 804
Sherrezade:
I know a thousand tales to fill a thousand nights
But now another story comes to mind
A noble, young vizier ascends to wondrous heights
He's brilliant as he's handsome, and handsome as he's kind
He is at once familiar and unknowable
To the frightened girl he meets along the way
And to the girl's surprise, something in his eyes
Beckons her to know him and inspires her to say
I want to know your story
I want to know your past
So tell me slowly from the start
Leave out no detail
Savor every part
I want to know your story
So make the story last
I want to know each twist and turn
Tell me all I've missed
I've so much to learn
For when it comes to stories
I thought I knew them all
Now I'm face to face with one
I can't seem to recall
Ja'far:
The young vizier had come to help inspire change
But fate had planned an unexpected twist
Within the palace walls he discovered something strange
And found the missing part of him he didn't know he missed
She is at once a comfort and a mystery
To the callow man she meets that fateful day
She's beautiful and wise, and something in her eyes
Beckons him to know her and inspires him to say
I want to know your story
I want to know your past
I want to know your future too
Fill my days and nights
With the tale of you
Ja'far + Sherrezade:)
I want to know your story
(I want to know your story)
So make the story last
(So make the story...)
And...
Both:
...linger on for every part
Tell it till I know
Every bit by heart
Ja'far:
I never cared for stories
Until you entered mine
Both:
And now my only wish is that
Our plots may intertwine
Ja'far:
But I forget what happens next
Sherrezade:
I'm not sure I understand
Ja'far:
Remind me how she answers
When he asks her for her hand?
Sherrezade:
(Spoken) Took you long enough
(Spoken) Yes, she says yes!
Both:
A thousand and one nights with you is not enough to spend
So let's make ours a story with no end
So let's make ours a story with no end...
only smiles
03:54 Mar 26 2016
Times Read: 805
If I believed in wishes
As silly as it seems
I'd find that hidden cave
Turn back the sands of time and save you
If I believed in dreams
If I believed in magic
If I believed in good
I'd be the best vizier
I'd make our troubles disappear
If I believed I could
But wishes are dreams
And dreams are pretend
So science and reason
Win out in the end
Science says you're dead and gone forever
Reason says I'm talking to the air
But something in my heart
Some secret hidden part
Illogically insists that you are there
Somewhere
If I believe in wishes
If I can find the key
Perhaps it's not to late
To change the course of fate
'Cause after all I must be pretty great
If you believed in me
02:39 Mar 24 2016
Times Read: 812
Princesa
vuelve a mi cuento
y devuelveme el beso
que me llevo al cielo
living for her...
02:13 Mar 24 2016
Times Read: 819
♫...
I have loved the same as you
One that I know will never leave me
It doesn't matter what I do
This love with her she won't deceive me
Thought I was asking far too much
Hoping to feel this magic touch,
Now it's here to make me love again.
Oh Nothing could be sweeter
Now with my new love I can cope
With all that burns to know your softness
You are the one who give me hope
Now I hear the music playing
Something deep inside me saying
I am in love that is so true
Wouldn't believe but so are you
Now when I hear the music play
A voice inside me starts to say
I will always be there when you call
When you need a friend
When you need a friend
Someone to bring hope
...♫
01:59 Mar 24 2016
Times Read: 821
♫ To love and kiss and sweetly hold
for the dancing and the dreaming♫
and she was like---
00:49 Mar 20 2016
Times Read: 839
---and then I was like...
Change? Grown up? Got older? Matured?
Like... How about I give a, like...
a 1 out of 4 and go with the
'got older' bit? Because like...
there's not a chime in here with like...
any resonance to the tune of change. But hey, like...
an old beat is better than, like...
no beat at all.
I don't understand it.
I certainly find it amusing. And like... that, is something that shouldn't like... change.
Like... Ever.
Your memories.
09:23 Mar 18 2016
Times Read: 848
Your memories.
The way you may tell the real from...
eternal waking.
07:57 Mar 14 2016
Times Read: 862
Aesthetic people will always walk a path, and speak as if they walk another. Even if along side you, and you clearly see it for yourself. Being oneself is hard. Being someone you're not, is even harder.
Keep to your path with a wide smile and a cool stride, they'll excuse themselves from your path when start to stumble. They might even resent you for not altering your path for them. They'll call your choices one mistake or another, but won't have the slightest clue on how to show you so. Keep on keeping on. They will blame you for the chosen path you now walk. That's when you know... and have even more reason to smile.
Be you. The right ones will keep.
09:11 Mar 13 2016
Times Read: 869
~Appreciate~
More eyes look east...
More than most would admit.
Look on my friends.
Look on and there you'll see
that not much changes
where the sun rises, solemnly.
The same goes for where it sets.
The same goes for the sun;
Remains the same, high or low.
but for what it touches... now...
That, you see...
That is the real show.
Joe Nichols
08:13 Mar 12 2016
Times Read: 885
...You're readin' it all wrong
Let me tell you about her
She only smokes when she drinks
She only drinks now and then
Now and then when she's tired
Of bein' let down by men
You can give her a light
But it's not what you think
Everybody knows
She only drinks alone
And she only smokes when she drinks
Hmm indeed. My poor ego.03:31 Mar 12 2016
Times Read: 902
Wadding. No, stumbling. Stumbling through this cabinet of memories. I fall upon myself..
Sometimes, just sometimes... it would seem better to set it all ablaze. Especially with how words warp over the years. Some people like to be used, some people want to be used.
Reading this: your simple soft spoken instruction, instruction for me to express in my words, my want to be yours. My desire for your touch My need for your companionship.
Hmm, lets me think what comes to mind
::smiles softly immediate comfort::
You interest me, you've not come across as the pushy possessive type of male.
You I feel are a lover. You will give everything you have, to in the end be both where you want to be. Even if that means biting your lip..for the sake of the other persons feelings.
To receive is to give first.
Your attention to me, and my nerdy quirks. Your attention to detail. The fact that you want to know me, and respect who I am and where I ve been. You are non-judgemental. Your kindness..and reaching out to others even after negative times.
How you choose to express yourself. The words you choose to share. Entering a situation with caution, however not afraid to treed new waters, and not afraid of the fire. Even when your mind is telling you 1 thing..and yet everything else in your body is telling you something else in the other direction. You walk carefully and consciously.
Your words are carefully delivered by you. You put thought into your explanations, and time into people/me. You care that I know what YOU are saying.
You are creative and you leave a little something to the imagination. You give me enough to hold on and yes leaving some to keep me hanging on the edge of my seat.
I crave you more then I can explain into words.. after 5 days.
What are we doing? I ask you and will continue :) ::nuzzles in::
To me... I see... Sarcasm. Sass. Temper. I also see Patience. Understanding. Self-Control. I see Compassion. Hurt of the Past. Fear of the Future and the Unknown,yet the willingness to move towards it with a smile and curious eyes. I see Love. Responsibility. Duty. I see Dominance and yet mingled within is the Submissive that wants to create the balance to make all things work and be equal. I see a Heart and Soul that has been bruised and hidden. I see Hope... And where I was seeing Re-Emergence... I am now afraid to look for fear that I will see Withdrawal. I see a Man with flaws and a Man who is Perfect. I see someone that I love. And want. And need.... I See You.
Music
05:32 Mar 11 2016
Times Read: 916
Here's to all of you
who scream out a song,
silently,
to a picture
of someone who's
no longer around.
My thoughts are with you.
01:10 Mar 04 2016
Times Read: 929
It's been over 10 days since I've written you, but you wouldn't know that.
I'm not sure how I feel about that. There's less in my heart that I've wanted to share I guess. The emotions are there, the emptiness is still scathing, yet I've haven't felt the pull... I knew writing you would help.
Je serais perdu sans elle... Truly.
15:07 Mar 03 2016
Times Read: 937
Music has a way of lifting your spirits from the deepest depths of torture and despair. Although it has been quite some time since I've listened to music as I once did, hearing this one was very fortunate for me. This beautiful song, oddly enough, is homage to music itself. Sung at various instances, the message and emotions remain the same. What changes, is what hits me deepest: the language the song duets are sung in.
I've always enjoyed listening to another language whether I understand it or not and the way that the rhythm, emotion and flow aren't affected by the change of dialect. That impresses me greatly and makes the song mean that much more. I've looked to see just how many time's it's been covered, and I hope to find more. For those readers who appreciate any language, the song goes from Italian, to French, to German, and to Spanish. In being an ode to music, it's fitting that no matter what
tongue it's sung in, it sings of the language that we all understand when we
slow down to listen:
Music
Here are parts in order from the various versions, one day I hope I could hear something like this in one song.
Vivo per lei
da quando sai
la prima volta l'ho incontrata
Ya no recuerdo como fue
pero al final me ha conquistado
Vivo per lei
perche' mi fa
Toda mi fuerza de verdad...
Vivo per lei e non e' un peso...
Je vis pour elle depuis toujours
Qu'elle me dechire ou qu'elle soit tendre
Elle nous dessine apresl'amour
Un arc-en-ciel dans notre chambre...
Sie hilft mir alles zu verzeihn.
Wurde mich nicht ihr Trost brefrein,
Ware die Welt ein Irrtum -
Ich lebe fur sie...
E una musa che ci invita...
Elle vivra toujours en moi...
Atraverso un pianoforte
la morte e' lontana
io vivo per lei...
Ich leb fur sie in gluck un Schmerz
wird sie zu meiner Kathedrale...
a veces pega de verdad...
E' un pugno che non fa mai male...
Vivor por elle que me da
fuerza, valor y realidad
para sentirme un poco vivo...
Manchmal ruhrt sie mich zu Tranen...
Je serais perdu sans elle...
Vivo per lie dentro gli hotels...
Durch ein unbestimmes Sehnen....
Vivo por ella in propia piel...
Y ella canta en mi garganta...
Si espande e amore produce...
Vivo per lei nient'altro ho
e quanti altri incrontreto
che come me hanno scritto in viso
Io vivo per lei
Io vivo per lei
Desde un palco o contra un muro...
Elle me ressemble comme tu vois...
En el trance mas oscuro...
J'existe enfin, je sais pourquoi...
Ogni giorno una conquista
la protagonista
sara sempre lei...
Vivo por ella
porque va dandome
siempre la salida
Porque la musica es asi
fiel y sincera de por vida...
Ich lebe fur sie fur die Musik
ich lebe fur jeden Augenblick
gibt es auch schwere Stunden
Ich lebe
Ich lebe fur sie...
Ella se llama musica...
J'existe pour elle...
Io vivo per lei...
Io vivo
per lei
04:11 Mar 03 2016
Times Read: 954
"Le Pacte des Louvres..."
:: shakes head ::
My... what the past can store.
Bette Noir08:30 Mar 02 2016
Times Read: 970
Of all the nightmares to have about my daughter, that was the worst... I can't stop shaking. Goodnight.
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