Random Ramblings...: In my head

Monday, August 30, 2010

In my head

Baby, sleep, gently sleep,
Life is long and love is deep,
Time will be sweet for thee,
All the world to see.

...Time to look about and know
How the shadows come and go,
How the breeze stirs the trees,
How the blossoms grow.

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Felicitations

A blog is a blog, but I'll do my best anyway. Welcome to the Random Ramblings, where we are exactly what we say. I will be writing about all kinds of random nonsense, as much as I possibly can manage, and I hope you will be reading as much as you can possibly stomach. Enjoy what you read, and check out my other blog, http://eilonwysart.blogspot.com/

Remember that life is only lived in full when your focus is directed at the God who formed life. Love is the answer to every problem we face, because it's love that saved us from hell, and an eternity away from love.

God is love.

Keep laughing, keep singing, keep living, and love your heart out.

Till We Have Faces

Boats and Birds--Gregory and the Hawk

If you be my star
I'll be your sky
you can hide underneath me and come out at night
when I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine

but you can skyrocket away from me
and never come back if you find another galaxy
far from here with more room to fly
just leave me your stardust to remember you by

if you be my boat
I'll be your sea
a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity
ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze
I live to make you free
I live to make you free

but you can set sail to the west if you want to
and past the horizon till I can't even see you
far from here where the beaches are wide
just leave me your wake to remember you by

if you be my star
I'll be your sky
you can hide underneath me and come out at night
when I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine

but you can skyrocket away from me
and never come back if you find another galaxy
far from here with more room to fly
just leave me your stardust to remember you by
stardust to remember you by.

Nathanael: "Wait... I'm the only man at this table."
Me: "Yup."
Nathanael: "That's gross. I'm gonna move."
Me: "No! You CAN'T move. We'll get mugged or kidnapped! Or KILLED."
Nathanael: "Oh. Well, THAT'S true. I wouldn't let that happen, though."
Me: "Promise me, Nathanael. Promise me that if someone ever tries to kill me then you'll do the job yourself first. Because I'd rather you kill me than a complete stranger."
Nathanael: "..........That's so sweet! That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me!"

Dawntreader

Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions
Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor
Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where
Never mind their questions there's no answer for
The roll of the harbor wake
The songs that the rigging makes
The taste of the spray he takes
And he learns to give
He aches and he learns to live
He stakes all his silver
On a promise to be free
Mermaids live in colonies
All his seadreams come to me

City satins left at home I will not need them
I believe him when he tells of loving me
Something truthful in the sea your lies will find you
Leave behind your streets he said and come to me
Come down from the neon nights
Come down from the tourist sights
Run down till the rain delights you
You do not hide
Sunlight will renew your pride
Skin white by skin golden
Like a promise to be free
Dolphins playing in the sea
All his seadreams come to me

Seabird I have seen you fly above the pilings
I am smiling at your circles in the air
I will come and sit by you while he lies sleeping
Fold your fleet wings I have brought some dreams to share
A dream that you love someone
A dream that the wars are done
A dream that you tell no one but the grey sea
They'll say that you're crazy
And a dream of a baby
Like a promise to be free
Children laughing out to sea
All his seadreams come to me

Lemony Snicket

"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."

"Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night's sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too." — Lemony Snicket (Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid)

"A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called "The Road Less Traveled", describing a journey he took through the woods along a path most travelers never used. The poet found that the road less traveled was peaceful but quite lonely, and he was probably a bit nervous as he went along, because if anything happened on the road less traveled, the other travelers would be on the road more frequently traveled and so couldn't hear him as he cried for help. Sure enough, that poet is dead. " — Lemony Snicket (The Slippery Slope (A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book 10))

"Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But like most impolite things, it is excusable under certain circumstances. Stealing is not excusable if, for instance, you are in a museum and you decide that a certain painting would look better in your house, and you simply grab the painting and take it there. But if you were very, very hungry, and you had no way of obtaining money, it would be excusable to grab the painting, take it to your house, and eat it." — Lemony Snicket (The Wide Window (A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book 3))

I Sit and Think

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

JRR Tolkien

Random Ramblings...

Pain throws your heart to the ground, love turns the whole thing around,

Monday, August 30, 2010

In my head

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The Prestige

About Me

My job, as a writer... is to explode

Felicitations

Followers

Till We Have Faces

Boats and Birds--Gregory and the Hawk

My Favourite Books

Favorite Blogs

Ain't we creepy?

Look At All The Websites!

You make it easy

Sophie

Quotethness

The Mirrormask

The Importance of Being Earnest

Surprise!

Dawntreader

Blog Archive

Melaine and Curly

Charlotte's Web

Artemis Fowl

A Wrinkle in Time

Boo!

Lemony Snicket

Genius

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I Sit and Think

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