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Saturday, January 15, 2011
I Don't Trust Myself (With Loving You)
Song: I Don't Trust Myself (With Loving You) ~ John Mayer.
Source: Youtube Video Posted By- effingfxgoober
A song that has been on my mind today. I am a die hard John Mayer fan, and I really like the slide show pictures as well.
"I will beg my way into your garden.
I will break my way out when it rains.
Just to get back to the place where I started
So I can want you back all over again."
Thanks Mr Mayer, for quoting my love life.
Way To Infinity
© Jorge Feteira
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A stunning photo, but it makes me think "How did those rocks get that way?" Think about that one and get back to me.
1x.com
A stunning photo, but it makes me think "How did those rocks get that way?" Think about that one and get back to me.
Friday, January 14, 2011
A Letter To a Soldier
Dear Distant Friend,
While I dream my nights away,
for you it's another challenging day
of physical labour- a test of skill,
for fellows it may involve a kill.
I try to imagine what it might be like
sitting and waiting for the enemy to strike,
muscles tense; anticipation making my mind crazed,
a dangerous, twisting, winding maze.
You have taken on a job feared by others
despite warnings from a worrisome lover.
You may have a family who miss you so,
lovely people I may never know.
Brave enough to sacrifice all,
you are the tallest of the tall
and when you're feeling all alone-
just remember those who think of you back home.
You deserve to be honoured for your valiant works
but a growing fear of mine still lurks-
that you don't receive enough letters when you're away
which is I am mailing this letter today.
Love, perfect health, and good wishes,
An Anonymous Guardian
While I dream my nights away,
for you it's another challenging day
of physical labour- a test of skill,
for fellows it may involve a kill.
I try to imagine what it might be like
sitting and waiting for the enemy to strike,
muscles tense; anticipation making my mind crazed,
a dangerous, twisting, winding maze.
You have taken on a job feared by others
despite warnings from a worrisome lover.
You may have a family who miss you so,
lovely people I may never know.
Brave enough to sacrifice all,
you are the tallest of the tall
and when you're feeling all alone-
just remember those who think of you back home.
You deserve to be honoured for your valiant works
but a growing fear of mine still lurks-
that you don't receive enough letters when you're away
which is I am mailing this letter today.
Love, perfect health, and good wishes,
An Anonymous Guardian
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Déjà vu
A tingle of excitement
shudders up my back,
as I set foot upon the property
following a possible future's track.
A funny feeling of repetition
seems to hover over me,
an echo of a place afore entered-
a strange similarity.
I wonder what is causing this reminiscence-
like a sort of déjà vu
this illusion of having already visited
a place you've never been to.
Alas, I fear the answer is plain,
though the clues I don't like to face.
I felt this same hope for a shining future ahead
before I had seen the terrible reality of our human race.
I think back to the skin I shed,
the much younger, oblivious me.
How I miss that sweet young girl
who saw only purity.
After seeing this same dawn of good change
when I was not so learnt,
I followed it's sweet, luring scent
however- I was burnt.
I have seen some cruel, absurd things take place
since that time when I was immature,
but now I know what I'm up against-
could there possibly be a cure?
This is my one chance for a do over,
to have the same experience but make it right.
I think that I now know
what choice I have to make tonight.
shudders up my back,
as I set foot upon the property
following a possible future's track.
A funny feeling of repetition
seems to hover over me,
an echo of a place afore entered-
a strange similarity.
I wonder what is causing this reminiscence-
like a sort of déjà vu
this illusion of having already visited
a place you've never been to.
Alas, I fear the answer is plain,
though the clues I don't like to face.
I felt this same hope for a shining future ahead
before I had seen the terrible reality of our human race.
I think back to the skin I shed,
the much younger, oblivious me.
How I miss that sweet young girl
who saw only purity.
After seeing this same dawn of good change
when I was not so learnt,
I followed it's sweet, luring scent
however- I was burnt.
I have seen some cruel, absurd things take place
since that time when I was immature,
but now I know what I'm up against-
could there possibly be a cure?
This is my one chance for a do over,
to have the same experience but make it right.
I think that I now know
what choice I have to make tonight.
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