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  • parlando II

    I'm picking up the pieces of a laboured week...losses and re-evaluations all round, but the week will end kicking!

    This beautiful piece, led me to write my simple verse below.

    Please enjoy both, together..one is mine the other my inspiration...they join in my thoughts and deepest feeling;

    Contorted Conditions Ep 8

    You can 'see' it in the song before us
    and 'feel' it all within lyrics thus
    in but one distinct minute we attune
    to the world turning-away from all it did impugn
    in dual axis of night and day
    azoic dawn paving Appain Way-
    northward journey, roots forever stretch
    from summer scena to autumn's first sketch
    a fatherland arms the backbone of resection
    in the mother city embedded in mouille emancipation
    from the eloquence of parental resemblance
    blood's hereditary rhetoric at a glance.

    written by lauren6.

  • schwarzwald

    The forest, all the music, hidden by life, surrounded by silence, given to light...this animation was inspired, in it's undergrowth, rising to a canopy of thoughts, within which 4 seasons of action may be witnessed, the growth, the pain, come rain or shine, by season's end, still very much life, if not dorment.

    It's all around, and nowhere to be seen, what remains of the day, much remains as yet unseen; maybe just the dream, a precursor of events, that came and went, or awaiting such a time...

    All, in seven minutes, we came, to be viewers, and leave, as the leaves, very much part of the season.

    -ed
    21h00, 29/09/06

  • for my uncle jean-paul RIP

    My dear uncle Jean-Paul has passed-away, his life taken suddenly in the north of France, he died while walking a Picardie lane, alone, and found but an hour later, too late, for his heart and liver, which both failed.

    One last drink he managed, no lunch was eaten, or reached, and before 65 he has been taken away from these lands.

    The news, received by a phone call, reached us this evening, with my mother bringing it solemnly to me.

    He was an artist, a traveller, very much a reveller, and lived life his way, with kindness and more gentility than I've seen in many men. Yet he was bad tempered too, which never came across in his artworks.

    He was too giving, with free spirit generosity flowed, and conversation too. Humour and song, dance and parties were his forte.

    He taught me Normandie, and how to eat mussels, the art of bread and cheese at the best time, before mid afternoon takes the beauty off a baguette's taste.

    He was a part of France to me, and now, tonight, my French link has been greatly weakened.

    Alas, now, he is no more.
    God bless you Uncle Jean-Paul, you are forever remembered...

    We will always love you,
    Ed & family
    xx

    desert rose

    Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
    Walter Scott

  • nelly furtado: try

    A beautiful song, lyrics...as Nelly says, "all I can do is try"...

    All I know
    Is everything is not as it's sold
    but the more I grow the less I know
    And I have lived so many lives
    Though I'm not old
    And the more I see, the less I grow
    The fewer the seeds the more I sow

    Then I see you standing there
    Wanting more from me
    And all I can do is try
    Then I see you standing there
    Wanting more from me
    And all I can do is try

    I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
    And all the real people are really not real at all
    The more I learn the more I cry
    As I say goodbye to the way of life
    I thought I had designed for me

    Then I see you standing there
    Wanting more from me
    And all I can do is try
    Then I see you standing there
    I'm all I'll ever be
    But all I can do is try
    Try

    All of the moments that already passed
    We'll try to go back and make them last
    All of the things we want each other to be
    We never will be
    And that's wonderful, and that's life
    And that's you, baby
    This is me, baby
    And we are, we are, we are, we are
    Free
    In our love
    We are free in our love

  • 25 reasons why you should start drinking green tea

    25 Reasons Why You Should Start Drinking Green Tea Now

    Green tea has increasingly become a very popular drink worldwide because of its immensely powerful health benefits. It is extraordinarily amazing what green tea can do for your health. And if you're NOT drinking 3 to 4 cups of green tea today, you're definitely NOT doing your health a big favor.

    Here Are The 25 Reasons Why You Should Start Drinking Green Tea Right Now:

    1. Green Tea and Cancer

    Green tea helps reduce the risk of cancer. The antioxidant in green tea is 100 times more effective than vitamin C and 25 times better than vitamin E. This helps your body at protecting cells from damage believed to be linked to cancer.

    2. Green Tea and Heart Disease

    Green tea helps prevent heart disease and stroke by lowering the level of cholesterol. Even after the heart attack, it prevents cell deaths and speeds up the recovery of heart cells.

    3. Green Tea and Anti-Aging

    Green tea contains antioxidant known as polyphenols which fight against free radicals. What this means it helps you fight against aging and promotes longevity.

    4. Green Tea and Weight Loss

    Green tea helps with your body weight loss. Green tea burns fat and boosts your metabolism rate naturally. It can help you burn up to 70 calories in just one day. That translates to 7 pounds in one year.

    5. Green Tea and Skin

    Antioxidant in green tea protects the skin from the harmful effects of free radicals, which cause wrinkling and skin aging. Green tea also helps fight against skin cancer.

    6. Green Tea and Arthritis

    Green tea can help prevent and reduce the risk of rheumatoid arthritis. Green tea has benefit for your health as it protects the cartilage by blocking the enzyme that destroys cartilage.

    7. Green Tea and Bones

    The very key to this is high fluoride content found in green tea. It helps keep your bones strong. If you drink green tea every day, this will help you preserve your bone density.

    8. Green Tea and Cholesterol

    Green tea can help lower cholesterol level. It also improves the ratio of good cholesterol to bad cholesterol, by reducing bad cholesterol level.

    9. Green Tea and Obesity

    Green tea prevents obesity by stopping the movement of glucose in fat cells. If you are on a healthy diet, exercise regularly and drink green tea, it is unlikely you'll be obese.

    10. Green Tea and Diabetes

    Green tea improves lipid and glucose metabolisms, prevents sharp increases in blood sugar level, and balances your metabolism rate.

    11. Green Tea and Alzheimer's

    Green tea helps boost your memory. And although there's no cure for Alzheimer's, it helps slow the process of reduced acetylcholine in the brain, which leads to Alzheimer's.

    12. Green Tea and Parkinson's

    Antioxidants in green tea helps prevent against cell damage in the brain, which could cause Parkinson's. People drinking green tea also are less likely to progress with Parkinson's.

    13. Green Tea and Liver Disease

    Green tea helps prevent transplant failure in people with liver failure. Researches showed that green tea destroys harmful free radicals in fatty livers.

    14. Green Tea and High Blood Pressure

    Green tea helps prevent high blood pressure. Drinking green tea helps keep your blood pressure down by repressing angiotensin, which leads to high blood pressure.

    15. Green Tea and Food Poisoning

    Catechin found in green tea can kill bacteria which causes food poisoning and kills the toxins produced by those bacteria.

    16. Green Tea and Blood Sugar

    Blood sugar tends to increase with age, but polyphenols and polysaccharides in green tea help lower your blood sugar level.

    17. Green Tea and Immunity

    Polyphenols and flavenoids found in green tea help boost your immune system, making your health stronger in fighting against infections.

    18. Green Tea and Cold and Flu

    Green tea prevents you from getting a cold or flu. Vitamin C in green tea helps you treat the flu and the common cold.

    19. Green Tea and Asthma

    Theophylline in green tea relaxes the muscles which support the bronchial tubes, reducing the severity of asthma.

    20. Green Tea and Ear Infection

    Green tea helps with ear infection problem. For natural ear cleaning, soak a cutton ball in green tea and clean the infected ear.

    21. Green Tea and Herpes

    Green tea increases the effectiveness of topical interferon treatment of herpes. First green tea compress is applied, and then let the skin dry before the interferon treatment.

    22. Green Tea and Tooth Decay

    Green tea destroys bacteria and viruses that cause many dental diseases. It also slows the growth of bacteria which leads to bad breath.

    23. Green Tea and Stress

    L-theanine, which is a kind of amino acids in green tea, can help relieve stress and anxiety

    24. Green Tea and Allergies

    EGCG found in green tea relieves allergies. So, if you have allergies, you should really consider drinking green tea.

    25. Green Tea and HIV

    Scientists in Japan have found that EGCG (Epigallocatechin Gallate) in green tea can stop HIV from binding to healthy immune cells. What this means is that green tea can help stop the HIV virus from spreading.

  • anyone remember 1970's nutty bars?

    Popular 70's food brands are making a comeback on the grocery shelves.

    Spam, Cinzano and Smash have all been rebranded to appeal to 30 to 45-year-olds, according to trade magazine The Grocer.

    The kitsch revival draws on the nostalgia value of the products, many of which are old favourites for thousands of consumers.

    Other seventies favourites which are staging a comeback include the aftershave Brut and white wine Blue Nun.

    Fox's Confectionery has also joined the kitsch revival with new-style packaging for its Poppets sweets range.

    The Grocer's senior drinks reporter Sonya Hook said: "Many of the brands enjoying a revival are doing so because manufacturers have recognised that trends are cyclical and there's a gap in the market for old favourites.

    "Moreover, there's an opportunity to improve on those old favourites - whether by enhancing the product itself or its image."

    What were your favourites from the 70's?
    I was knee-high to a grasshopper back then~~!! :P

  • promise yourself

    To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind;
    To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet;
    To make all your friends feel that there is something in them;
    To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true;
    To think only the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best;
    To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own;
    To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future;

    To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile;
    To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others;
    To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear; and too happy to permit the presence of trouble;
    To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words, but in great deeds;

    To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you.

    C.D. Larson
    Your Forces and How to Use Them
    LM Fowler & Co., Ltd., England

  • on land when all is at sea

    I'm waiting, wondering, by window's scene
    of a traffic stream, searching where the day's already been
    awaiting the image flow, beneath yellowing lime
    conceding to autumn, yet we feel conatus summertime
    the causewayed seasons in equal celebration
    a juncture of land and sea meeting beauty's constellation
    where elements rage, calm follows like a seagull
    after a trawler weathered a storm against it's hull
    or a lighthouse zooming help to this stranded soul
    when menacing tides heaved beyond control
    your beaming guidance felt with a splash of love
    -my wish upon the shooting star I dream of...

    written by lauren6

  • sometime's you can't make it on your own

    U2: Sometime's you can't make it on your own

    Tough, you think you've got the stuff
    You're telling me and anyone
    You're hard enough

    You don't have to put up a fight
    You don't have to always be right
    Let me take some of the punches
    For you tonight

    Listen to me now
    I need to let you know
    You don't have to go it alone

    And it's you when I look in the mirror
    And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
    Sometimes you can't make it on your own

    We fight all the time
    You and I...that's alright
    We're the same soul
    I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
    That if we weren't so alike
    You'd like me a whole lot more

    Listen to me now
    I need to let you know
    You don't have to go it alone
    And it's you when I look in the mirror
    And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
    Sometimes you can't make it on your own

    I know that we don't talk
    I'm sick of it all
    Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
    Sing, you're the reason I sing
    You're the reason why the opera is in me...

    Where are we now?
    I've got to let you know
    A house still doesn't make a home
    Don't leave me here alone...

    And it's you when I look in the mirror
    And it's you that makes it hard to let go
    Sometimes you can't make it on your own
    Sometimes you can't make it
    The best you can do is to fake it
    Sometimes you can't make it on your own.

    père, je t'aime, je t'aime...:`(

  • parents

    Parents

    A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

    Time went by...

    The little boy grew up, and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree with a sad look on his face.

    "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy.

    "I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them."

    "Sorry, I don't have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them so you will have money."

    The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy didn't come back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

    One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited.
    "Come and play with me," the tree said.
    "I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family.

    We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?"
    "Sorry, I don't have a house, but you can chop off my branches to build your house."

    So the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy didn't come back afterward. The tree was again lonely and sad.

    One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted.
    "Come and play with me!" the tree said.
    "I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?"
    "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."

    So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing and didn't come back for a long time.

    Finally, the boy returned after he had been gone for so many years. "Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..." the tree said.

    "I don't have teeth to bite," the boy replied.
    "No more trunk for you to climb on."

    "I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying roots," the tree said with sadness.

    "I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years," the boy replied.

    "Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest.

    Come sit down with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.......

    ...but the same can be true, of children's love and sacrifice for their parents too...

  • landscape: einstein a go go

    This is brilliant!!!
    I remember hearing this in the stands of Carrow Road, 1981...and what a classic pop song, from the brilliantly titled album, "From The Tea Rooms Of Mars...To The Hell Holes Of Uranus" @.@

    ...perfect UK pop...

    Landscape are a British band best known for their 1981 hits, "Einstein A Go-Go" and "Norman Bates". Formed in 1974, they toured constantly during the mid- to late-1970s, playing rock, punk and jazz venues and releasing two instrumental EPs on their own Event Horizon label. They began experimenting with computer-programmed music and electronic drums in the late 1970s making records in the emerging genres of electronic dance music and synthpop.

    Landscape comprised: Richard James Burgess, Christopher Heaton, Andy Pask, Peter Thoms and John Walters

    Richard James Burgess produced Shock and the first two albums by Spandau Ballet while still in Landscape. He went on to produce recordings by Five Star, King, Adam Ant, America and many others, and wrote the book The Art of Record Production.

    John Walters (aka John L Walters) went on to produce records by Swans Way, Kissing the Pink, Twelfth Night, The Mike Gibbs Orchestra and Mark Springer. He co-founded Unknown Public in 1992.

    Andy Pask co-wrote the theme for long-running British TV series The Bill.

    -from wikipedia.

  • air: kelly watch the stars

    A certain someone gave me the idea to post this, another song I like very much. (Ok, it was P*!!)

    No lyrics needed, it's all in the title!!

  • when blood hurts more than water

    I gave you everything, more than I've got
    now my lesson is tied within surgeon's knot
    from childhood grown, my calls unanswered
    to 30's moan, sentiment's very own hansard

    From a day, given to the year of each decade
    ever-faithful follower, helper unswayed
    respect never blue, belief in you, ever-true
    dedication and combat, hereditary deja vu

    I gave you everything, everything I've got
    nerves, fibres, my time in life...the lot
    my blood had one last wish; one last call-
    one minute of your time, that was all.

    ---
    père, je t'aime

    written by lauren6

  • ancient pet cemeteries found in peru

    During another nerve-wracked night I tuned-in to the World Service and heard all about the ancient dogs of Peru...the Chiribaya shepherds, who could claim to be an original breed...

    LIMA, Peru -- Even in ancient Peru, it seems dogs were a man's best friend. Peruvian investigators have discovered a pre-Columbian culture of dog lovers who built pet cemeteries and buried their pets with warm blankets and even treats for the afterlife.

    "They are dogs that were thanked and recognized for their social and familial contribution," anthropologist Sonia Guillen said. "These dogs were not sacrificed."

    Since 1993, researchers have unearthed 82 dog tombs in pet cemetery plots, laid alongside human mummy tombs of the Chiribaya people in the fertile Osmore River valley, 540 miles southeast of Lima. The Chiribaya were farmers who lived from A.D. 900 to 1350 before the rise of Peru's Inca Empire.

    "We have found that in all the cemeteries, always, in between the human tombs there are others dedicated to the dogs, full-grown and puppies," said Guillen, who specializes in the study of mummies. "They have their own grave and in some cases they are buried with blankets and food."

    Guillen, director of the Centro Mallqui, the Bioanthropology Foundation of Peru, said the dogs are known as Chiribaya shepherds for their herding abilities.

    She and her team are trying to prove the Chiribaya dogs have Peruvian descendants that can be classified as an original South American breed.

    "This shepherd is still among us," she said. "We have found very similar animals with the same characteristics in Peru's southern valleys and we are starting investigations to determine if we are dealing with a Peruvian dog."

    But some dog experts expressed caution.

    Ermanno Maniero, who in 1985 achieved international recognition of the Peruvian hairless as a distinct breed that evolved over more than 2000 years from Asian ancestors brought across the Bering Strait, said Peru is full of breeds that arrived in recent centuries.

    "We have found similar dogs" to the Chiribaya shepherds, he said. "But it is better to take precautions before confirming the existence of a type of original animal."

    Ricardo Fujita, a genetics researcher at Lima's San Martin University, said the physical traits suggests a link between today's' short-snouted, long-haired dogs and their possible Chiribaya ancestors. But the jury is still out.

    "We are conducting DNA analysis on the ancient dogs to compare them to the new ones, but it will be months before there are results for a final verdict," he said. Link

  • septuple

    If I was happy I'd say so

    In the rain, thoughts could go either way
    falling to the flood
    evading the very needs that can but pray
    the prolepsis of clouded storm
    he, of glaven vocal dribs and drabs
    well-fed beyond my compo-ration
    an empty plate of eaten coadjutorship
    digested by one without the other
    the devitalising misappropriation of funds
    three courses to none
    I'll sacrifice almost all the food
    pass on golden riches
    stand aside from gluttony
    yet, my spine may regain poise
    standing in spurning opposition
    to these misbegotten injustices
    poisoning the salt of the earth
    feeding the bones on oven-ready beds
    blood may be spilled, and it's ours
    a testament to life and deep pique
    our faces have been forgotten
    in place of their wage-enabling Riviera escapades
    yet each rivulet within us
    under nature's replenishing rains
    will rise to a septuple torrent
    and storm their dehumanising regime!

    written by lauren6

  • good morning~~

    This morning, being fired-up, I managed a drawing, in slight trepidation, as my L5 has been hurt so much, but the relief inside me, that I can still manage to draw, is overwhelming.

    I drew this with my consultant nearby...almost in defiance, I showed him what I can humbly do, IN SPITE of his edict.
    I am still going...still doing what I love, still living, but thanks to my willpower, and my loved ones mindpower.

    waxwings2

  • del piero

    Alessandro del Piero, a great player, and was one of the best in Europe.

    Together with Gigi d'Agostini's music, this is throroughly uplifting...but not for Manchester United fans...hahaha! (Good luck Benfica tomorrow!)

    del piero, siete il la cosa migliore!!

    Full name Alessandro Del Piero
    Date of birth November 9, 1974
    Place of birth Conegliano, Italy
    Height 5 ft 8 in (173 cm)
    Position Deep-Lying Forward

    Professional clubs;

    1991-1993 Padova 14games(1goal)

    1993- Juventus
    482 (194goals)
    National team**
    1995- Italy 79 (27 goals) [2]

  • for my dear friends...

    This is another one of my favourite songs, and it has a very positive vibe throughout...so I want to share it too; as I'm not so alone with all your wonderful help, encouragement and hope...thank you, so much!

    Please enjoy this, (hopefully you'll enjoy it as much as I always do...)

    Sash: Just around the hill

    What if the world was out of trouble
    What if the world was out of pain
    Would it be a world thats worth living in
    Without anything
    Thats worth a sin

    What if the world was out of hope
    Would you find a place where you belong
    You said to yourself that you'd never make it that far
    And the mountains too high
    The answer is

    Just around the hill
    Just around the hill
    Take a look from the other side
    Suddenly you see
    There are many ways
    Don't go astray
    Just walk around
    Walk around that hill

    What if the world was out of love
    And all that we do don't mean a thing
    You take a chance
    No suffering
    No suffering
    For anything
    You're risking yourself
    Do you really want it that way?
    The mountains too high
    The answer is

    Just around the hill
    Just around the hill
    Take a look from the other side
    Suddenly you see
    There are many ways
    Don't go astray
    Just walk around
    Walk around that hill
    Just around the hill
    Take a look from the other side
    Suddenly you'll see
    There are many ways
    To go astray
    Just walk around
    Walk around that hill
    Walk around that hill
    Hmmm
    Walk around that hill

  • a stone or a heart?

    A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream.
    The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation.

    The traveler left, rejoicing in his great fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.

    "I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone."

  • consulting fears

    I'm surrounded yet very much alone
    in a world of subtle beats
    an opening, a winnow of soothing inward blown
    upon the precis of waiting in-line on city streets
    when the need is greater than the light
    yet hold our horses we must
    in pre-administered forcefield so contrite
    by minuend obligations of antitrust
    overtaking doubts indicating fears
    accelerating power the driving force
    when the side mirror of trust shatters and disappears
    for today's drive-alive there can be no remorse!

    written by lauren6
    split in two, by consultation madness at hospital.

    "Urgent" in hospital terms, I learn today, actually means a wait of three months. And I'm a "lucky one".
    Hell is lucky too considering how many top medical people must be working there (here?)!

  • japan: ghosts

    This is a classic song from 1982...

    Japan: Ghosts
    UK
    Released: 1982
    Produced by Japan
    Written by David Sylvian

    When the room is quiet
    The daylight almost gone
    It seems there's something I should know
    Well I ought to leave but the rain it never stops
    And I've no particular place to go

    Just when I think I'm winning
    When I've broken every door
    The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
    Just when I thought I could not be stopped
    When my chance came to be king
    The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind

    Well I'm feeling nervous
    Now I find myself alone
    The simple life's no longer there
    Once I was so sure
    Now the doubt inside my mind
    Comes and goes but leads nowhere

    Just when I think I'm winning
    When I've broken every door
    The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
    Just when I thought I could not be stopped
    When my chance came to be king
    The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind

  • dreamusic

    There's a song in my head
    hovering..fleeting...like a whining breeze
    searching and seeking
    writhing in a bed of music
    heady notes within a dream
    sounds opening silent doors
    illuminating sleeps' darkened room
    a swarming glow all around
    within a song this dream found
    a time and a space, by nature's face sacrosanct.

    written by lauren6

  • "s"

    Hear the rails smothered in sound, ahead of time
    of smooth surface signalling a change
    soft screech reaches ears like a close morning shave
    the necessary involving a minute to claim
    stubble rises from sleepers
    reawakening all the stationary daydreamers
    first light, then draft introducing what must
    take forth all carriageable words
    read between the lines crossed
    on paths gauging our parallel lives.

    written by lauren6

  • refulgent september

    Your nature and mine
    together in one nature of a kind
    to which all things may shine
    with salvus grace entwined

    Now autumn retrieves summer's dispatches
    a lingering mention of golden hue
    words, as leaves, to life attached
    of varying time identifying destiny in situ

    Flickering wings on stepping stones
    or a writing-hand upon autumnal banister
    leading, eventually, to earthly thrones
    the realms of nature's heavenly vista

    Into a sisterhood of blossoming after-vision
    where roots hold firm to stand tall
    from survival to approaching rejuvination
    in a cycle where only leaves fall.

    written by lauren6

  • the dog and the shadow

    A dog, crossing a bridge over a stream with a piece bone in his mouth, saw his own shadow in the water .He thought that it is another Dog, with a larger piece of bone in its mouth. He immediately let go of his own, and fiercely attacked the other Dog to get his larger piece bone from him. What happened? He thus lost both.

    from Aesop's Fable

  • for patients everywhere

    They call it care or welfare
    words, mere words without figures
    never given a second thought
    nor pondered with due wage
    it's sour milk and stale bread
    that's earned a reputation in the wards
    we can fight, or choke, even exhume
    but a living soul comforts hope
    undiminished as one of nature
    ocean stars, sun and rain
    lifeblood of all that is made
    the world needs no doctrine taken in vain!

    written tonight by lauren6
    a reminder to senior medical consultants, that we are human beneath our suffering.

  • it ill becomes anyone to ignore nature's benefits

    In a blossoming trend, people are turning away from popping pills and looking for cures for their ills among their gardens and hedgerows.

    Even members of the royal family are believed to carry natural remedies to boost their health.

    But can a few drops of flower oil really make a difference, or is it all in the mind?

    At a conference in Cromer this weekend guests from around the world will be speaking on the merits of using plant extract for medicinal purposes.

    Julian Barnard, producer of Bach herbal remedies, said: "People who don't believe that these remedies can work haven't tried them.

    "If they used them then they'd immediately change their minds, but unfortunately there are a lot of small-minded cynics out there.

    "People say that it's the placebo effect - you think you're taking something to help, so you feel better. But I've given a very distressed horse some and it immediately calmed down. How can you use a placebo on a horse?"

    The idea is based on the belief that each plant has a different quality to it, which can be used to benefit people.

    Made from blossoms of wild plants, bushes and trees, the remedies are designed to encourage a positive frame of mind.

    For instance shy, timid, people who are easily scared could take mimulus which will encourage feelings of courage, safety and security.

    Or if someone you know suffers from being too absentminded and clumsy then offer them clematis to make them more focussed.

    And large numbers of people are increasingly subscribing to going Bach to nature - their herbal remedies sell across the globe, and are not only found tucked away in an apothecary shops but on the shelves of high street chemists.

    Dr Bach spent much of his time in Cromer discovering three new flowers, agrimony, chicory and vervain, around the seaside town as well as making many of his first 19 potions there from plants such

    as clematis and cerato found on the cliffs.

    Gerard Wolf, flower finder for the Bach company said: "Obviously we can't offer medical advice but they can be used as an alternative or alongside treatment.

    "When I first read a book about how it all worked I just couldn't finish it because I didn't believe it but then I went through a bad time and used some emergency essence and the effect was amazing. I knew I had to help produce these products."

    from EDP

  • anggun: cesse la pluie

    Another song from the multi-talented Anggun...who will reappear on my blog a few times!

    Anggun - cesse la pluie

    Là-haut sur un nuage
    J'aimais sans me douter
    Qu'éclaterait l'orage
    Je n'ai pas vu le temps changer
    Tes mots sur leur passage
    Ont tout noyé, brisé
    Tu es resté fermé
    Je ne sais où aller...
    Oublier cet orage éphémère
    L'effacer et t'aimer comme hier
    Je cherche et je cherche
    Le remède pour qu'enfin
    Cesse la pluie
    Cesse la pluie
    Oublier cet orage éphémère
    L'effacer, retourner en arrière
    Je cherche et je cherche
    Le remède pour qu'enfin
    Cesse la pluie
    Cesse la pluie
    Tu as tourné la page
    D'un coup de vent glacé
    Et d'un éclair sauvage
    Balayé le passé
    Si le ciel se dégage
    Le coeur léger j'irai
    Sur un nuage me poser
    Et me laisser aller...
    Oublier cet orage éphémère
    L'effacer et t'aimer comme hier
    Je cherche et je cherche
    Le remède pour qu'enfin
    Cesse la pluie
    Cesse la pluie
    Oublier cet orage éphémère
    L'effacer, retourner en arrière
    Je cherche et je cherche
    Le remède pour qu'enfin
    Cesse la pluie
    Cesse la pluie

  • robert miles: children

    One of the most beautiful songs of recent times, with an equally beautiful, (European tour) video to accompany it.

    I'm happier now.
    This is for preciousKK and my close blog friends...

  • lovesong

    I idolised Ofra Haza years ago...and now she is no longer with us, it's hard to believe she has gone, but her voice, songs live-on forever.

    This is my favourite of hers, from 1988's "Shaday" album. But I prefer the album version much more, due to it's haunting, ethereal atmosphere.

    This version is still damned good...

    Ofra Haza: Lovesong

    SIMENI KAHOTAM AL LIBECHA'
    SIMENI KAHOTAM AL ZROECHA'
    KI AZAH KA'MAVET AHAVAH
    KASHAH KISHOL KINA'AH
    RESHFHA RESHPE YESH
    ESH SHALHEVET YAH
    MAYIM RABIM LO YUCHLU
    LECHABOT ET HA'AHAVAH
    VUNEHAROT LO YISHTEFUHA
    IM-YITEN EYSH
    ET KOL-HON BEYTO BA'AHAVAH
    BOZ YAVUZU LO

  • strange things within books...

    I was searching some books that I remember well, and miss reading, one which was entreched on my mind today was, "The Country Day by Day" by E. Kay Robinson from the early twenties...I have this at home, and found it here this morning.
    But amazingly, it is a chronology of a country year, and within it's 372 pages, an old receipt was placed...can you guess which page it laid?
    Yes, it was there within the page for September 24th!! A coincidence perhaps.

    With that, I will post the contents of this day, from nearly a century ago, according to the brilliant nature notes of E Kay Robinson;

    When a chilly wet wind blows, we often have false alarms of the departure of the swallows, because on looking out of the window towards the roofs where day after day they have been sunning themselves by regiments, we see no sign of them.
    Instead of the wheeling clouds of birds, which at short intervals used to burst upon the sky and fill the air with darting, twittering shapes, only one or two hardworking house-martins, which still have young in the mud nests under the eaves, come and go, bringing food.

    But if you watch these solitary martins as they leave their nests, you see that, instead of circling round the house as they do when the air is warm and still, easily catching what they need of the multitude of straying flies, now they go straight out of sight. And if you follow them, you find out at once where all the other martins and swallows are.

    To leeward of every large tree and along the sheltered side of every hedge they are darting and wheeling in busy company. It is not they mind the wind and rain so much, but they know that in such weather the only insects abroad are those blown from trees and hedges, or which dance in the shelter of overhanging boughs. So the swallows resort thither for such breakfast as may be going; but when the wind drops, and the sun draws the teeming insect life out again, they return to their easy, idle life upon the steaming roofs. And, looking out of window, some one says with pleased surprise, "Why, the swallows have not gone, after all!"

  • african legend

    The root of the matter

    A porcupine came and asked a dog for food. The dog said he had no food but showed him a field of sugarcane belonging to a judge.

    "Eat as much as you want," said the dog, "but leave the roots intact so that the plants will grow again."
    The porcupine found the sugarcane sweet and juicy. He began to visit the field every day. In the beginning he ate only the stems, as directed by the dog, but after a few days he began to eat the roots too.
    One day the judge saw the destruction in his field and was very angry. He called the dog and accused him of destroying his crop. The dog said it was the porcupine who was to blame. The porcupine said he was innocent and suggested that the matter be settled in court. The judge agreed.

    The porcupine waited till winter set in. Then one chilly morning he went to the dog's house and told him the judge had summoned them.
    When they entered the judge's chamber the dog began to shiver with the cold.
    "See how he trembles, Your Honour," said the porcupine. "Isn't that a sure sign of guilt?"
    "What do you have to say for yourself?" asked the judge, looking sternly at the dog.
    But the dog's teeth were chattering with the cold and he could not speak. Thinking that his silence was an admission of guilt, the judge pronounced him guilty and kicked him out of the house.

    Whenever a dog barks incessantly, Africans say he is warning the judge that the porcupine has got into his field.

  • jesus...it must be japan??

    The BBC World Service had a great report from Japan last night, about a claim from a northern prefecture that Jesus is buried there...hard to believe, but worth reading-on...

    below is another report which is a revelation, though quite how deep a legend is, is anyone's guess...

    Church bells will ring out louder this year as millions of Christians across the world join in songs of praise for Jesus Christ's 2000th birthday. While most turn their thoughts to Bethlehem, Nazareth and Jerusalem, few know of the important role some claim Japan played in the life of Christ.

    There are probably very few Christians who have even heard of the small village of Herai that lies tucked away in the northern reaches of Aomori Prefecture, but some here maintain this to be the place where Jesus settled, married and died at the ripe old age of 106. Although it's commonly held that Jesus grew up as a carpenter in the Galilee town of Nazareth, according to the legend of Herai, or Shingo as it's now known, the 11 "missing years" of Christ's life not accounted for in the New Testament of the Bible were spent in Japan.

    According to the local legend, Christ first came to Japan, aged 21, during the reign of the 11th emperor, Suinin, and landed at the port of Hashidate on the Japan Sea coast. Apparently, he settled in Etchu province where, under the tutelage of a great master, he studied Japanese language, literature and various other subjects. The Legend of Daitenku Taro Jurai (Daitenku Taro Jurai was the name Christ is said to have later taken) claims that at the end of his 11-year stay, Christ returned to Judea, aged 33, where he taught about the "sacred land" of Japan. But, unfortunately, "Christ's teachings about Japan were considered too radical," and he was condemned to death.

    The New Testament teaches Jesus was crucified at Golgotha, rose from the dead after three days and later ascended into Heaven. However, according to the legend of Herai, Jesus escaped this fate, and instead his brother Isukiri was nailed to the cross and died. Christ, meanwhile, fled with his disciples and went into hiding, carrying locks of the Virgin Mary's hair and his brother's ear. After an arduous journey across Siberia, Christ finally returned to Japan and settled in Herai where he changed his name, married a Japanese woman called Miyuko, fathered three daughters and lived to the age of 106.

    Devout Christians may insist that the Garden Tomb, which lies not far from Damascus Gate outside the Old City of Jerusalem, is Jesus' true burial site, but the people of Herai have another story to tell-marked by a large wooden cross, Jesus' tomb (Juraizuka) sits alongside his brother's (Judaibo) in Herai. Isukiri's tomb holds his ear and locks of the Virgin Mary's hair.

    It's hard to imagine anyone, let alone Christ, would have schlepped out to one of the remotest parts of northern Japan in days of old, as even today it demands a great deal of effort to reach the village. Herai epitomizes the middle of nowhere. The place is little more than a lonely grocery store, a sprinkling of farmhouses and scraggly garlic fields and rice paddies blanketed with snow at this time of year. Most tourists either already know about the tombs, as well as the "pyramids" said to predate those of Egypt, or are so intrigued by the wild talk they hear of Herai while trekking out near Towadako Lake they can't resist coming to check it out.

    Pyramid scheme
    The first pyramid of the "O-Ishigami Pyramid" circle, we are told, was discovered in August, 1935 on Mt Towari, exactly one day after the discovery of Christ's tomb in the village. According to the "history of the Divine Age" found in the documents of the Takenouchi family, there are seven pyramids in Japan, dating back tens of thousands of years and older than the Egyptian pyramids. Legend has it that the largest of these "pyramids," the Mirror Stone, used to stand upright and had writing engraved on it, but fell over during an earthquake in 1857 and became embedded in the ground. Disappointingly, not one of the rocks slightly resembles a pyramid in the Egyptian or Mexican sense, but apparently Japanese pyramids are different from those found elsewhere. They were triangular rocks situated on the top of mountains and used for sun-worship in ancient times.

    continue article...

  • a dream within or without?

    It started well enough, quite normal in fact, by the sea in summertime, with family and friends, but something was missing in the quiet ghostliness of a seaside place, or port, lacking many people.

    Was it the sun? Almost entirely obscured by a thick summer haze beyond 7oktas, common to Norfolk, (but this was probably not Norfolk at all), and I was wondering, or even wandering.

    We approached some gangway, rusted drips by it's fading white painted sides, leading upwards and onwards, downwards and forever forwards, until the seaview could be witnessed, deep pea green, slight waves and a total absence of people. Where was I now? It felt port-like, looked, resort-like, but showed neither quality on second-sight.

    Then the strangest things happened...people sat beside us, and boats, appeared too.
    Out of the blue, we sent a birthday card...yes...and what a sizeable one too, it was 'sent' but to no avail, because within a moment, I saw it floating by a jetty...this spelled the lowest point of the dream, as we were devastated to see such a sight.
    I jumped down and waked an ancient steel pillar, that led right to the sea, closeby the floating greeting; amazingly, I walked right onto the water, untroubled, and rescued our unopened card, and retrieved both myself and the sizeable blue envelope ashore...by which time, a phone was ringing unanswered...there was no way of finding where it was...it kept calling, message signals, but no where to be found...I ventured back up the walkways and into space...the dream continued....somewhere...

    -lauren6

  • supernature is all around us~~~

    With this music, from France 1977, I don't think the video pleased BBC c1977, but it's a lovely memory/sound of that great year for music.

    It also ties-in well with thoughts about nature too...if you enjoy music, you can enjoy receiving inspiration and energy; something nature gives us too...we feel the music affect us, and allow ourselves to be so...then we can do the same with nature; if we learn to let it within us, we too can welcome and embrace it's beauty and benefits, just as music can...music and the world (nature) around us are the most powerful of freedoms known to us today.
    Nobody can stop, or take either away from us, it is everyone's responsibility and birthright!

    Goodnight all~~
    love,
    ed xx

    Cerrone: Supernature
    Once upon a time

    Science opened up the door

    We would feed the hungriy fields

    Tilll they could'nt eat no more

    But the potion that we made

    Touched the creatures down below

    And they grow up in a way

    That we'd never seen before

    Supernature, supernature, supernature, supernature

    They were angry with the man

    Cause changed their way of life

    And they take their sweet revenge

    As they trample throught the night

    For hundred miles or more

    You could hear the people cry

    But there is nothing you can do

    Even god is on their side

    God is on, god is on, god is on their side

    Supernature, supernature, supernature, supernature

    Cars will break the light

    Come flowing in the air

    The creature will decide

    Who goes where

    How can I explain

    Things are different today

    Darkness all around

    No one makes a sound

    Such a sad affaire

    No one seems to care

    Supernature, supernature, supernature, supernature

    Better watch out

    There's no way to stop it now

    You can't escape it's too late

    Look what you've done

    There's no place that you can run

    The monsters made, we must pray

    Maybe nature has a plan

    To control the way of man

    He must start from scratch again

    Many battles must he win

    Till he earns his place on earth

    Like the other creatures do

    Will there be a happy end

    Now that all depends on you

    Supernature, supernature, supernature, supernature

  • sky light the day

    Imagining raindrops gifted with a view
    a freeflowing sculp envisage of you
    on eupeptic currents of warmth uprising
    against any negatives we're so despising

    Our season of hope in fleeting updraft
    takes to the skies with gradely craft
    highter than the sun: nestling stars!
    centuple kisses like interplaying guitars

    A limitless horizon seen from lofty treetop
    upon sturdy life and limb defying potential drop
    the cypress branching-out and forever upwards
    into dreams of atmospheric gods' own accord.

    written by lauren6

  • space manoeuvres in metropolis

    Continuing my bizarre and unexpected, but definitely fulfilling Germanic weekend has been more Kraftwerk and "Metropolis".

    The two combine beautifully here too, on this video below which you can enjoy as an afterchill for your weekend excessess~~!!

    Metropolis is an early silent science fiction/fantasy film created by the famed Austrian director Fritz Lang. Produced in Germany during the brief years of the Weimar Republic and released in 1927, it was the most expensive silent film of the time, costing approximately 7 million Reichsmark (equivalent to around $200 million in 2005) to make. [1]. The screenplay was written in 1924 by Lang and his wife, Thea von Harbou, and novelized by von Harbou in 1926. It is set in a futuristic urban dystopia, and (like its contemporary The Battleship Potemkin) addresses the then-current political themes of capitalism v. communism.

    Watch Kraftwerk/Metroplis here

    Failing that, then let France have a go, with Space, from 1977...a magical moment in French electro...Magic Fly, No.2...

  • the wall of the well

    A parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer's well. The farmer heard the mule 'braying' - or - whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer sympathized with the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth the trouble of saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together and told them what had happened...and enlisted them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery.

    Initially, the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back...a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back...HE SHOULD SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP! This he did, blow after blow.

    "Shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up!" he repeated to encourage himself. No matter how painful the blows, or distressing the situation seemed the old mule fought "panic" and just kept right on SHAKING IT OFF AND STEPPING UP!

    You're right! It wasn't long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, STEPPED TRIUMPHANTLY OVER THE WALL OF THAT WELL! What seemed like it would bury him, actually blessed him...all because of the manner in which he handled his adversity.

    THAT'S LIFE! If we face our problems and respond to them positively, and refuse to give in to panic, bitterness, or self-pity...THE ADVERSITIES THAT COME ALONG TO BURY US USUALLY HAVE WITHIN THEM THE POTENTIAL TO BENEFIT AND BLESS US! Remember that FORGIVENESS--FAITH--PRAYER-- PRAISE and HOPE...all are excellent ways to "SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP" out of the wells in which we find ourselves!

    -unknown

  • saturday superstylin'

    This can make anybody feel good....

    Groove Armada: Superstylin'

    Enter in the dance, Plug it in an we begin
    Crowd up in the center, they watch (be dibidim)
    Watch the way we drop it in a mix timing
    Rise and amplifying when we come in wit de swing
    Just following the back an naturally harmonizing
    Climb into position wit synchronized things
    Live from out the ghetto, We maximizing
    Sound of the Groove Armada, We Super styling
    We Super styling...[2x]
    [Chorus:]
    Sometime...Can you feel de pressure does unwind (sound weird)
    Sometime...
    Sometime...Trough de day and trough de night
    Sometime...
    Sometime...You can make our pressure does unwind (this too)
    Sometime...
    Sometime...Its for your spirit and your mind
    Sometime...
    Thatエs how we drop it (on de up on de line)
    One time lyrics that must tick on your mind
    Pop a bass line, I'll go (prop on prepay)
    My MC super, I'll go double on de right
    Go double on de right...
    [Chorus]
    Come operator make the music play in time...
    (think I'm wrong with this one)
    Baby just recline...
    Worldwide...
    [repeat]

  • remember me near

    Back to the medics for now, but hope to return later, and my music is more empowering today, which is most important to get through the days.

    For lovely people everywhere...especially the ONE in the heart...

    BT: Remember

    I know how you feel.
    I'm feeling it to.
    I hold my heart, I dream of you.
    I see your face, I feel it, too.
    Searching skies.
    I need you.
    I miss you.

    Take this and hold
    my love for you.
    In separate times we think as two.
    In paradise I'll drown in you.
    Still searching skies.
    I need you.
    I want you.

    I know how you feel.
    I'm feeling it to.
    I hold my heart, I dream of you.
    I see your face, I feel it, too.
    Searching skies.
    I need you.
    I miss you.

    Take this and hold
    my love for you.
    In separate times we think as two.
    In paradise I'll drown in you.
    Still searching skies.
    I need you.
    I want you.

    I love you, love you, I love only you...love you.

    Remember me near.
    There may be times when it's not right
    for me to be there.
    But remember me near.
    Remember me near.
    There may be times when it's not right
    for me to be there.
    But remember me near.

    Searching for strength.
    Can I face this day.
    Blinded by your love we stay.
    You're always there,
    you're in my head
    still chasing skies.
    I need you.
    Oh, I miss you.

    Just love you, only you, only you...

    I love you, I love you, I love only you...love you.

    Remember me near.
    There may be times when it's not right
    for me to be there.
    But remember me near.
    Remember me near.
    There may be times when it's not right
    for me to be there.
    But remember me near.
    (repeat out)

    -BT, a true favourite, I wish would release more material like this song!

  • the 14th of you

    Yes, I heard it in a song
    caught it on a breeze
    felt it under a leaf fall
    watched it fly across the blue sky
    embraced my fears behind closed eyes
    entwined fingers seeking comfort
    kissed upon my palpitations
    yes, I felt it was you all around, all the time.

    written by lauren6
    20h50, 14/09/2006

  • ภาษาไทย

    A Short History about Thai Script

    King Ramkhamhaeng was not only a valiant and wise ruler, but he also cares a lot about the welfare of his people.

    The Thai script (writing) was created by King Ramkhamhaeng, the second son of King Si Intharathit of Sukhothai who had freed Thailand from the Khmer.

    King Ramkhamhaeng was also the most successful monarch ever to rule the Sukhothai kingdom.

    In order to be truly independent from the influences of the Mon and the Khmer, he created "The Sukhothai Script" in 1283 A.D and it was the earliest Thai writing that was pure Thai.

    The Sukhothai Script was actually originated from the ancient Brahmi script of South India called "Grantha".

    In 1357, King Li Thai (grandson of King Ramkhamhaeng), created a new script called "King Li Thai script". In 1680, the King Narai script was introduced and it has now become the national Thai script.

    Thai consonant class is needed for pronunciation...

    The modern Thai script now uses an alphabet of 44 consonants, 32 vowels and four tone marks.

    The consonants are then divided into 3 classes, high, medium and low. Please note that the classes are completely arbitrary though.

    A low consonant might sound like a high tone and the opposite is also true.

    -Rippa Sama

  • old european / vinča

    These symbols have been found on many of the artefacts excavated from sites in south-east Europe, in particular from Vinča near Belgrade, but also in Greece, Bulgaria, Romania, eastern Hungary, Moldova, southern Ukraine and the former Yugoslavia. The artefacts date from between the 7th and 4th millennia BC and those decorated with these symbols are between 8,000 and 6,500 years old.

    Some scholars believe that the Vinča symbols represent the earliest form of writing ever found, predating ancient Egyptian and Sumerian writing by thousands of years. Since the inscriptions are all short and appear on objects found in burial sites, and the language represented is not known, it is highly unlikely they will ever be deciphered.

    Symbols dating from the oldest period of Vinča culture can be seen here: Link

  • good morning~~

    This is another great favourite of mine...a perfect song for evenings, mornings, beauty and long drives into the sun...perfection~~~

  • elektrische widerstände

    This is pretty good too...I really enjoyed it, following-on from the brilliant Kraftwerk.
    Have a go...

  • aerodynamik by kraftwerk

    Every evening has a song, or two, that best summerises the feeling...and tonight for me it is Kratwerk, with this track...please enjoy it too;

    Took my mind away completely..well, even more than usual!
    :.

    Kraftwerk: Aerodynamik
    Perfection Mekanik
    Aero Dynamik
    Materiel et Technik
    Aero Dynamik
    Condition et Physik
    Aero Dynamik
    Position et Taktik
    Aero Dynamik.

    March 2004

  • double-palm-friday

    In a telepathic drive
    what A-Z ceased to see
    was the miracle to survive
    a primus battle of unequaled degree

    Candlelit savoir-faire on a breeze
    received when fear struck paralysis
    the closeness only love foresees
    within the warm embrace of harmonic analysis

    Broken down into days of attrition
    and hourly struggle to stay afloat
    enduring 4-minute orthopaedic rhetorician;
    meek words of spectacularly little denote

    In turning left better than right
    blood flows in impressive afterglow
    free movement, free will; the mind's line of sight
    like two Iberian palms entranced by tidal flow~~

    written by lauren6
    just now, online

  • hi-speed migration for flighty blackbird

    It is a trip that Richard Branson would be proud of.

    But unlike the high-flying entrepreneur, this cross-continental traveller has no high-tech navigations systems to fall back on or jet propulsion and even more amazingly she weighs just 100 grams.

    Yet a female blackbird has still managed to make an epic journey of 1,700 kilometres from north Norfolk to Finland in just three weeks.

    Details of this record-breaking flight have just been received by the British Trust for Ornithology, based in Thetford, who said that in the past century only 13 blackbirds ringed in Norfolk have been seen in Finland.

    And the fact that she completed the trip in three weeks, averaging at around 60 or 70 kilometres a day, makes it an even more outstanding feat of endurance.

    Bird-watcher Ashley Saunders, who ringed the bird's leg at a winter feeding site at Kettlestone, near Fakenham, at the end of March, said it was quite a surprise to hear of her arrival so quickly in the Scandinavian country on April 23 when her ring was checked by a bird expert near Helsinki.

    "During the winter we have quite an influx of Scandinavian birds coming here to winter in Norfolk and they are quite faithful to certain areas so she would have gone back to Finland to breed in the Spring. But the time span to make the journey is very interesting," he said.

    "She would have had to feed up prior to the trip, especially as the first part was over the North Sea.

    Birds fill their bodies up so they can make that extra push as they have to do it in one hit. She would have done that part at night when there are fewer predators and more chance to have a clear run and also be able to navigate by the stars and the moon.

    "She would have been able to feed and rest in Denmark and then southern Sweden before the final flight to Finland. She would have been in a hurry to get back to get the best breeding sites. In a winter migration they are more relaxed about it."

    Mr Saunders, who lives at East Barsham, near Fakenham, said he had been a ringer with the BTO for the past three years and they would normally expect mainly blue tits and great tits at the feeding site and it was quite unusual to see a blackbird there at that time of year.

    But he believes the bird was probably born in Finland and as he estimated her to be over a year old he thinks it was not her first migration to Norfolk.

    "It will be interesting to see if we recapture her again next year," he said. "The chances will be quite slim."

    But records of birds returning to the same sites year after year are not unheard of. Last January the EDP reported on Homer the blackbird who was found to be migrating from the same garden in Thetford to the same garden in Devon every year.

    BTO ringing officer Mark Grantham said it was very rare to be able to show what hundreds of birds are probably doing in migration.

    "We are very privileged to have this information," he said.

    From EDP

  • butterfly insights

    A marvelous lesson appeared for me just now as I was exiting thru the garage, to come to this little play-place they call an office. As I opened the garage door, I startled a large moth, which, upon spreading it's wings, displayed a bright red "tail" hidden by the motley brown wings, more a "butterfly" than a moth. It flew immediately to its perceived escape, the circle-topped window where it frantically tried to exit thru the invisible wall of closed glass. I raised the third-car garage door in hopes of aiding it's escape. That caused it to fly higher and higher and become entangled in a spider web. Fearful that it would remain entangled in the web, I selected a long-handled broom to assist him escaping the tangled threads. At this, he returned to furiously pumping his wings and banging into the glass, which was, in his perspective, the pathway of escape, but remained his cage. By simply turning his focus to one side, he would have easily exited his prison. Rather, due to his intent on one direction, he remained confined, captive.

    by Joie Lake, Source Unknown

  • adamski (& seal): killer

    A real classic favourite of mine, from 1990...Adamski and the also great, uncredited, Seal...This song, "Killer" from May 1990 was a No.1 for four weeks, for once a well merited reign at the top.

    Adamski (& Seal): Killer
    It's the loneliness that's the killer

    So you want to be free
    To live your life
    The way you want to be
    Will you give, if we cry
    Will we live, or will we die
    Ohh

    Tainted hearts heal with time
    Shoot that love so we can
    Stop the bleeding
    Oohh

    Solitary brother
    Is there still a part of you that wants to live
    Solitary sister
    Is there still a part of you that wants to give

    Solitary brother
    Is there still a part of you that wants to live
    Solitary sister
    Is there still a part of you that wants to give

    If we try
    And live our lives
    The way we want to be, Yeah

    Other love
    Brother, Sister, Brother

    There's no other love
    There is no other love no other love like ours
    There's no other love
    There is no other love no other love like ours
    There's no other love

    Solitary brother
    Is there still a part of you that wants to live
    Solitary sister
    Is there still a part of you that wants to give

    Solitary brother
    Is there still a part of you that wants to live
    Solitary sister
    Is there still a part of you that wants to give

    Racism in among future kings can only lead to no good
    Besides, all our sons and daughters already know how that feels
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Love, love, love

  • yesterday

    The interjection of signposting a journey
    in poor visibility
    a virtual map's power of attorney
    transporting me away from this health-facility

    My last hope remains
    right between the ears;
    the mind without constrains
    showing anger in verbal bandoliers

    Everything has a price THEY say
    even a pencil's more than any living soul
    now surgeon's tirade must pay
    with my ever-tested self-control

    Whose stamp of approval?
    laying a thump within my heart;
    upon decorum's temporary removal
    of sanity taken completely apart

    One travels endlessly in zoneless places
    when injury is undone by healthcare's vice
    now, my deeper wound displaces
    the hope and belief that life will suffice

    My only damaged nerve
    has borne the brunt
    of those who showed too much nerve
    presiding over this irascible spinal stunt

    written by lauren6
    for my beloved spinal surgeon, who I hope reads this!

  • spongebob is faithless~~!!

    Guaranteed to bring-on the feel-good factor, let the smiles reign...

    Patrick has never had it so good~~~!!

  • God is a DJ

    This is perfect for me tonight...calmness and energy, positive energy is needed, and who better to deliver than Faithless...and thanks to my dear close friends here. Blogland can be a brilliant place to heal. :)

    C'mon everyone, let's go party...

    Faithless: God is a DJ

    This is my church
    This is where I heal my hurts
    This is my church
    This is where I heal my hurts
    This is my church
    This is where I heal my hurts

    It's a natural grace
    Of watching young life shape
    It's in minor keys
    Solutions and remedies
    Enemies becoming friends
    When bitterness ends

    This is my church (2x)
    This is where I heal my hurts
    For tonight
    God is a DJ

    This is my church
    This is where I heal my hurts.

    Thank you Maxi Jazz...a healer, and inspirer.

  • never relive what isn't so

    Deep in the face lies the hidden
    uncovered discovery of knowledge and doubt
    in the breath of an eye
    upon fragrant words unspoken
    nothing heard but deeply felt
    nothing seen yet instantly remembered
    clutching, hoping, yearning, crying
    at emptiness in the cloudless sky
    lost in the haze and mist of wasted time
    like teacups rising into the storm
    swirling, forevermore in tasteless swill
    colourless, sugarless putrefaction
    within the eye of the stormy tiger
    nothing is felt in the grip of fear
    fighting only a steady fall of tears
    by the outrance of steadfast beliefs.

    written, (in some numb anger) by lauren6
    hospital news (negative) under a pall of sadness

  • oblation

    Drowning in a circle
    like a head through glass
    skimming the surface of calm
    an icebreaking class...
    the underwater ability to disarm
    sinking to a chaplet reedbed
    in weightless and beautiful silence
    until caught by the neep tide
    life's seemingly constant defiance
    leaves nowhere for tears to hide.

    written by lauren6

  • a sharp evening

    Good evening everyone...
    I've just got back to my 'quarters' after a meeting with a senior consultant, and a spinal surgeon, the latter of which is so rushed off his feet that he spared me 4 valuable minutes of his time, to inform me that my spinal chord is 'complicated' and 'fracttured' and needs another operation.
    What a joy to hear...when I asked, 'oh, so when will the next stage (operation) be?' can you guess his reply? It was, 'Oh, oh, I did not say you WILL have it, I only said you NEED it'~~!!!
    :??:

    I'm pretty down in the dumps now. What a bloody day this has been...and I wonder how many of you would forgive me for using a f'g word here? I never have so far, in over a year of blogging, but it's about bloody time I DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    :##

  • maybe~~

    The objective of Thursday is unknown
    from misty eyes reflecting curious skies
    insomnia evokes a covenant
    between the otherworld and this one
    upon a middle-ground so stagnant

    The letting-go of a day
    within a week of talismanic emotion
    seen in a plaintive light
    of distances felt by Atlantic Ocean-
    winds palming-away a summer-like night.

    written by lauren6

  • butterfly caught

    This is a stunning video, and spend some time WITHIN it, resist nothing, and you'll feel the wonder of Massive Attack here...sublime...

    Massive Attack: Butterfly Caught

    We lust for honeysuckle? ? ?
    Strangers (strange things)
    Lifes trawl pages?
    Pick thin thing? ? ? ?

    Tempted by the naked eye
    Morning sunrise

    I want air
    Need it like a supplicant
    Darkened skin
    Afraid to see
    Radiate
    Open lips
    Keep smiling for me
    Darkened skin
    Afraid to see
    Radiate
    Open lips
    Keep smiling for me

    We lust called honeysuckle? ? ?
    Lets get freckles? ? ?
    I cant take
    Tranquilize
    On my lips (on my lips)
    Under your feet

  • more or less? your call...

    21st CENTURY LIFELESSNESS..!!!

    Our communication - Wireless
    Our business - Cashless
    Our telephone - Cordless
    Our cooking - Fireless
    Our youth - Jobless
    Our religion - Creedless
    Our food - Fatless (Not sure that's going to last!)
    Our labour - Effortless
    Our conduct - Worthless
    Our relation - Loveless (Not everyone is loveless!)
    Our attitude - Careless
    Our feelings - Heartless
    Our politics - Shameless
    Our education - Valueless
    Our Follies - Countless
    Our arguments - Baseless
    Our commitment - Aimless
    Our poor - Voiceless
    Our life - Meaningless (Could agree some days, but life should never be meaningless.)

  • tricky, classic

    Tricky: Overcome

    Superb!

    You sure you want to be with me?
    I've nothing to give.
    Won't lie and say this lovings best
    Whoa, leave us in emotional peace
    Mmm, take a walk take a rest, a taste of this.

    Don't wanna be on top of your list,
    Monopoly improperly kissed
    We overcome in sixty seconds the strength we had together.
    But for now, emotional ties they stay severed.
    And when theres trust there'll be treats
    When we funk well hear beats.

    Karmacoma x7

    You and her, walking through the suburbs
    No, not exactly lovers
    Youre a couple, specially when your bodies double.
    Duplicate and then you wait
    For the next kuwait.

    Karmacoma x6
    Jamaican aroma, karmacoma

    You sure you want to be with me? I've nothing to give.
    Won't lie and say this lovings best
    Whoa, leave us in emotional peace
    Mmm, take a walk take a rest, a taste of this.

    Don't wanna be on top of your list,
    Monopoly improperly kissed
    Overcome in sixty seconds the strength we had together.
    But for now, emotional ties they stay severed.
    And when there's trust therell be treats
    When we funk well hear beats.

    Karmacoma x7
    Karmacoma x7

    Tricky, brilliant musician!!!!
    :yes:

  • always~~

    This romeo is bleeding
    But you can't see his blood
    It's nothing but some feelings
    That this old dog kicked up

    It's been raining since you left me
    Now I'm drowning in the flood
    You see I've always been a fighter
    But without you I give up

    I can't sing a love song
    Like the way it's meant to be
    Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
    But baby, that's just me

    And I will love you, baby - Always
    And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
    I'll be there till the stars don't shine
    Till the heavens burst and
    The words don't rhyme
    And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
    And I'll love you - Always

    Now your pictures that you left behind
    Are just memories of a different life
    Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
    One that made you have to say goodbye
    What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
    To touch your lips, to hold you near
    When you say your prayers try to understand
    I've made mistakes, I'm just a man

    When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
    When he says the words you've been needing to hear
    I'll wish I was him 'cause those words are mine
    To say to you till the end of time

    Yeah, I will love you baby - Always
    And I'll be there forever and a day - Always

    If you told me to cry for you
    I could
    If you told me to die for you
    I would
    Take a look at my face
    There's no price I won't pay
    To say these words to you

    Well, there ain't no luck
    In these loaded dice
    But baby if you give me just one more try
    We can pack up our old dreams
    And our old lives
    We'll find a place where the sun still shines

    And I will love you, baby - Always
    And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
    I'll be there till the stars don't shine
    Till the heavens burst and
    The words don't rhyme
    And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
    And I'll love you - Always

  • fish tales are easy?

    Q - In a pond there are ten fish, one of them dies, and the water level of the pond increases. How?

  • k-o

    A leaf falls upon apple-flavoured thoughts
    of the you in my mind, within you afar
    connected in time by wine and ports
    seeking resolve from climacteric still ajar
    obcordate in trepidation
    uncertainty bordering anticipation
    like a glissando after medication
    before the daylights assured termination
    this dispeopled med-induced journey
    of strange hues and distant views
    seeking my amaretto-lipped honey
    without recourse to movement of clues
    a Proteus of fluid interjection
    and of coming-around to pulverise
    a gladitional victory over hurts dissension
    in olive sunsetting skies we rhapsodize.

    written by lauren6
    hospital, 16:30, 14/09/2006.

  • yes: the best word, second to 'you'

    For some reason, I slept with this in my head...a memory perhaps, of my early travels with family in France, accompanying ferries and waves, hello's and goodbye's, Channels and far off lands, for young eyes to see...now, it all comes back, with reinvigorated meaning, amplified to a day of one lifetime's journey...facing the setting sun which I can NOW chase, catch, and keep, and live with it once more.

    I am alive again!
    Thank you everyone.

    This is shared with you all...
    with love from
    Ed xx

    An old classic, for a change on my blog!

    Yes: Wonderous Stories

    I awoke this morning
    love laid me down by a river.
    Drifting I turned on upstream
    Bound for my forgiver.
    In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
    Sound did silence me
    leaving no trace.
    I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
    Beg to hear your wonderous stories.

    He spoke of lands not far
    or lands they were in his mind.
    Of fusion captured high
    where reason captured his time.
    In no time at all he took me to the gate.
    In haste I quickly checked the time.
    if I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
    Had to hear your wonderous stories.

    Hearing
    Hearing
    Hearing your wonderous stories.
    Hearing your wonderous stories.
    It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
    Imagine everything
    You're close
    and were you there to stand
    so cautiously at first and then so high.
    As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
    I bid it to return
    to hear your wonderous stories.
    Return to hear your wonderous stories.

    Hearing,
    Hearing,
    Hearing,
    Hearing,
    Hearing

  • light

    This is the real me,
    no disguise in my eyes
    today is my life
    feeling like a prize
    my true self
    woke from pained sleep
    into the sun alive
    my power rises from the deep.

    written, humbly, by lauren6
    right now...I feel the light.

  • fancy some twinnings?

    Norfolk's twinned towns and cities, not including the villages...

    Aldborough: Villiers St Denis France
    Attleborough: Nueil Les Aubiers France
    Aylsham: La Chaussee St Victor France

    Brundall: Maurecourt France

    Cromer: Crest France
    Cromer: Nidda Germany

    Dereham: Ruthen Germany
    Downham Market: Civray France

    Fakenham: Olivet France

    Great Massingham: St-Clement France
    Great Yarmouth: Rambouillet France

    King's Lynn & West Norfolk Norfolk: Emmerich Germany
    King's Lynn & West Norfolk Norfolk: Jicin Czech Republic
    King's Lynn & West Norfolk Norfolk: Mlada Boleslav Czech Republic
    King's Lynn & West Norfolk Norfolk: Sandringham Australia

    Norfolk County: Samara City (Kuibyshev) Russia
    Norfolk County: Haut-Rhin France
    Norfolk County: Koblenz Germany
    Norfolk County: Norfolk USA
    North Walsham: Friesenried Germany
    Norwich: El Viejo Nicaragua
    Norwich: Koblenz Germany
    Norwich: Novi Sad Serbia
    Norwich: Rouen France

    Old Catton: Lavare France

    Sheringham: Otterndorf Germany
    Shipdham: Noyant-La-Gravoyere France
    Swaffham: Couhe France
    Swaffham: Hemmoor-Warstade Germany

    Tasburgh: Lubbeek Linden Belgium
    Thetford: Skawina Poland
    Thetford: Hurth Germany
    Thetford: Les Ulis France
    Thetford: Spijkenisse Netherlands

    Watton: Weeze Germany
    Wymondham: Bad-Orb Gelnhausen Germany

    For the UK's complete list, click HERE

  • love and peace

    As the Beloved once sung in a song, "Let's come together, right now, in sweet harmony" so try this too, it's so easy to live a life from cooking together the best ingredients that cost nothing at all...only a little effort...

    Fold two hands together, And express a dash of sorrow. Marinate it overnight, And work on it tomorrow.
    Chop one grudge in tiny pieces, Add several cups of love. Dredge with a large sized smile, Mix with the ingredients above.
    Dissolve the hate within you, By doing a good deed. Cut in and help your friend, If he/she should be in need.
    Stir in laughter, love and kindness, From the heart it has to come. Toss with genuine forgiveness, And give your friends some.
    The amount of people served, Will depend on you. It can serve the whole wide world. If you really want it to!

  • from drought to deluge

    It is a title normally afforded to the likes of Manchester or the hills and valleys of Wales and Scotland.

    But the winner of the competition to find Britain's wettest county during the month of August has been announced - as Norfolk.

    And the wettest single location has been reported as Upper Sheringham, where a chart topping 214mm of rain fell, equivalent to more than a third of the average expected during an entire year.

    On one day in the small north Norfolk village 75mm - or three inches - fell, the same day as the neighbouring community of Sheringham suffered so much at the hands of the torrential downpours, which washed out the carnival parade and damaged roads and businesses.

    The figures, which form part of a report compiled by the Norfolk Rainfall Organisation, will come as no shock to those who experienced many of the heavy summer storms of last month.

    But perhaps the surprise will be that the rain appears to have had little or no long term negative effect on the county's tourist industry, although it has had a mixed effect on our gardeners and farmers.

    The popular view that tourism success is closely dependent on fine weather has been put under the spotlight by the figures.

    Michael Timewell, chairman of Norfolk Tourism, said the county's key strengths which attracted visitors were its vibrancy, shopping, natural environment and beauty.

    “What the county offers is strong because of what there is to see and do and the great amount of work which is going on to develop the product.

    “People come to Norfolk in August because they want to experience what we have here.

    “If it happens to rain it is my view people come prepared for it.

    “There is a huge range of activities here and that counts for when the weather is fine or when it is indifferent.”

    The wet weather also had an impact on farmers, although the scorching dry days of July appeared to cause more problems.

    Aylsham-based grain merchant Andrew Dewing said the early summer drought caused serious issues for growers in the west of the county and those who farmed lighter land.

    The wet weather in turn had had the effect of turning what would have been an “excellent” year for many others into an average season.

    “Quality and therefore price suffered because of the rain, with some grain going for feed instead of milling and some pre germination problems,” said Mr Dewing.

    “But there has also been some compensation because other parts of the world have had problems, which has driven prices up.”

    For many professional gardeners and horticulturists, the season has been decidedly peculiar.

    Tina Hammond, head gardener at the National Trust's Felbigg Hall, near Cromer, said many plants were now growing “as if it were spring”.

    “It is like we have had two seasons on one,” said Miss Hammond.

    “We are back to cutting the grass twice a week and everything has gone into a huge spring-like cycle of growth.

    “The annuals went through their life cycle very quickly earlier in the year because of the drought, but they have set seed which has now germinated and they are coming again.

    “And the shrubs are having a second flush of flowering.”

    The distinct upside of the current weather was that it would help lengthen flowering seasons, meaning visitors to the hall could enjoy the gardens for longer, said Miss Hammond.

    From EDP

  • cookie thief

    The Cookie Thief

    This is a scenario encouraging us not to jump to conclusions...

    A woman was waiting at an airport one night With several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shop Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop. She was engrossed in her book but happened to see That the man beside her as bold as could be Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene. She munched cookies and watched the clock As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.

    She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by Thinking "If I wasn't so nice I'd blacken his eye". With each cookie she took he took one too And when only one was left she wondered what he'd do. With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh He took the last cookie and broke it in half.

    He offered her half as he ate the other She snatched it from him and thought "Oh brother, this guy has some nerve and he's also rude Why he didn't even show any gratitude".

    She had never known when she had been so galled and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate. She boarded the plane and sank in her seat Then sought her book which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes:

    "If mine are here" she moaned with despair "Then the others were his and he tried to share"

    "Too late to apologize she realized with grief" That she was the rude one, the ungrateful, the thief.

  • never believe it's not so

    Walking in the dark, not just by night
    every step taken, stands like a tenement surprise
    of solid foundation and translucent cornerstone
    rising with the sun into the majesty of the sky
    with the atmosphere of each day offering a different way
    of venerated choice in the airs positive voice
    breathing all we are with comcomitant vision
    to deracinate the hurting cold light of day
    preparing for upcoming weeks growing apace
    under guidance of sun and moon drawing breath
    in coligation with my ocean dream
    easing such lateral spinulous lassitude
    with deeply conatus and lyrical feeling
    my mind rests with you below palms
    travelled, illuminated, touched and yours
    with an eye spoken sound I feel motility
    swimming on the crest of your ocean visage
    let all colours be, sounding every note-
    in what touches deepest, with eyes closed
    life bleeds all we love to our last breath.

    written by lauren6

  • redintegrate

    Written while under medication, after the major spinal operation, but awaiting the second, unexpected one, last week.

    Pt.1: Return to wholeness (21:15, 12/09/06)
    Hope, belief and good health
    found a way to escape
    from grasping wishes
    and hellish surgical dishes

    Like a world is forever turning
    a dupondius find
    the setting and unearthing of time
    and restoration of mind.

    Pt.2 (21:25, 12/09/06)
    The maigre inertia
    in milieu wilderness
    unmapped crossroads
    of forbidden slowness
    where hurst was removed by pain
    pines regenerate alone
    mementoes in the rain
    a life yet able to atone

    Pt.3: Fortississimo (22:00, 12/09/06)
    Do we skitter when in doubt
    -the ponderance of going-under
    or rising-up in defiance
    survival instinct asunder
    superable fears like memories
    adorned and gilded by time
    the imposition of surgery
    leaves a postprandial mountain to climb.

  • merci de tout

    Thank you to all my close dear friends for bearing with me, and for helping, encouraging and supporting me during an extremely difficult time, (I feel somewhat ashamed of burdening so much of my pain onto this blog)...you are all very great, and I want to somehow thank you, by sharing this lovely song, from one of my favourite singers, ANGGUN, a French-Javanese who I like very much.

    Please enjoy this video...

    Anggun: Juste avant toi

    Juste Avant Toi

    On a dressé entre nous
    Tant de murs, fait de silence
    Et ces liens qui se dénouent
    Va laisser
    Des morceaux d’amour cassé
    Je voudrai remonter
    Le temps si je pouvais

    Redevenir celle
    Qui avait des ailes
    Juste avant toi
    Juste avant toi
    Retrouver mes pas
    Revenir là-bas
    Juste avant toi
    Juste avant toi

    Des rêves qu’on partageait
    On finit par nous lasser
    Nombre se sont oubliés
    Et chacun a pris un chemin secret
    Sur le mien je voudrai

    Redevenir celle
    Qui avait des ailes
    Juste avant toi
    Juste avant toi
    Retrouver mes pas
    Revenir là-bas
    Juste avant toi
    Juste avant toi

    Etre là-bas
    Juste avant toi
    Retrouver ce que j’ai toujours été
    Avant toi Avant toi
    Revenir sur mes pas, et recommencer
    Avant toi, là-bas

    Redevenir celle
    Qui avait des ailes
    Juste avant toi
    Juste avant toi
    Retrouver mes pas
    Revenir là-bas
    Juste avant toi
    Juste avant toi

    Juste avant toi

  • perdendo

    20:57 has come around again
    to greet me as I've done the same
    twilight of duotone passing-
    out from cuesta falling
    when jalousie dispelled light
    and a heart committed to fight
    in darkness so courageous
    a first touch became luminous
    like an unnaccompanied thought
    perilous by escarpment taut
    over sensual land in dreamflight
    'til jagged and wingless landing's fright
    a perdition of heartless gasp
    choked by a head-sea clasp
    crashing against this limpet soul
    with the vision of beacon knoll
    of skulking hope and enveloping fear
    light is the ultimate seer.

    written by lauren6
    18/09/2006 pm

    on passing in and out of consciousness and breathlessness at pain's command.

  • help

    Help-
    is close at hand?
    Help-
    is where you find it
    Help-
    is afraid to ask
    Help-
    today, wears a mask.

    written by lauren6
    14:50, 18/09/2006

  • on a life-edge

    Can a sky clear
    a clouded hope
    or a Sun shine
    upon one last slope
    when storms brew
    over floundering veld
    where mountains do accrue
    with a mighty blow delt
    in suburban humility
    space and time foresaken
    by-passed positivity
    this agony is not mistaken.

    written by lauren6
    14:45, 18/09/2006
    surgery.

    ...the aftershocks of spinal operations,

  • here, there and nowhere (to be seen)

    I'm taking a backseat
    free from all
    in a lull of retreat
    and competitive health
    I'll let the world do it's rites
    entrenched for the Winter
    in social plights
    unarmed and unafraid
    hurt shows no face
    yet a Soul burns
    welling indifference
    to successive turns
    in friendly ceasefire
    behind the lines
    a respite from the mire
    awaiting freer times.

    written by lauren6
    14:30, 18/09/2006

    during another dangerous afternoon of health...

  • DIREphragm

    One road ahead
    of a place I once bled
    in spirit past
    a hortative blast
    the memories reign
    throughout the pain
    in a decorous time
    a souvenir sublime
    thence I return
    like terrigenous burn.

    written by lauren6
    taken to surgery, yet again
    18/09/2006

  • for p

    Have a very Happy Monday too...

  • right, let's start the week...

    Everyone ready?
    It's Monday, here we go...

  • zazie~~~~~~~~~~~

    I loved this, from 1995...beautiful, though not all French people like Zazie, I most certainly did, and still do...hope you enjoy this too~~
    :.

    (The video reminds me of the Eurythmics, Here Comes the Rain Again...only with different animals~~

    Zazie: Zen

    Un canard dans le café.
    J'ai du mal à digérer, parfois,
    Tous les papiers mâchés
    Qui se prennent à mon filet
    De voix. Pauvre pêcheur,
    Fallait lire entre mes lignes,
    Pas mordre à mes sautes d'humeur
    Même si je n'en suis pas digne.

    Fallait rester Zen.
    Soyons Zen,
    Du sang froid dans les veines
    Soyons Zen
    Et de chacun la chaîne.
    Zen, restons Zen,
    Du calme à la vie comme un larsen,
    Sans amour et sans haine.
    J'suis pas dans l'vent des guignols,
    De ces joueurs en fond de court,
    De ceux qui, pour un p'tit bout d'atoll,
    Sont prêts à larguer les amours,
    Tous ces maîtres-chanteurs
    Qui manquent de coffre et de hauteur.
    C'est facile de compter les erreurs
    Quand on ne joue pas la scène.

    L'erreur est humaine.
    Soyons Zen.
    Du sang froid dans les veines.
    Soyons Zen
    Et de chacun la chaîne.
    Zen, restons Zen.
    Du calme à la vie comme un larsen,
    Sans amour et sans haine.
    Zen, Zen,
    Zen, Zen.
    Zen, restons Zen.
    Du sang froid dans les veines, Zen
    Et de chacun à la chaîne, Zen.
    Du calme à la vie comme un larsen,
    Sans amour et sans haine,
    Zen,
    Sans amour et sans haine,
    Zen,
    Sans amour et sans haine,
    Soyons Zen,
    Zen.

  • entre nous

    Your dream adds splendour to today
    so vivid; I held you in my arms
    warmth returned to my veins
    and reinvigorated these palms
    piloting such a dream flight
    propelled here, there and everywhere
    I chose the place with you in sight
    as we lay our love so warm and bare
    upon this landing, we touched the sky
    of shooting stars, setting sun and smiling moon
    without a cloud to decry
    entwining a dream into daily beauty.

    written by lauren6

  • metastasis

    Sleepless, unfeeling nerves
    of a dream within a dream
    and pain upon pain
    saltant hopes over a ream
    My salve with eyes closed
    sanctitude found beyond mountains
    where symphysis may begin
    a lacustrine passe partout
    arms keep marasmus at bay
    on your plenary touch
    casing my seissile day
    your lifegiving hands I clutch.

    written by lauren6
    11:00, 12/09/2006

  • aerials

    System of a Down: Aerials
    Life is a waterfall
    Were one in the river
    And one again after the fall
    Swimming through the void
    We hear the word
    We lose ourselves
    But we find it all....
    Cause we are the ones that want to play
    Always want to go
    But you never want to stay
    And we are the ones that want to choose
    Always want to play
    But you never want to lose
    Aerials, in the sky
    When you lose small mind
    You free your life
    Life is a waterfall
    We drink from the river
    Then we turn around and put up our walls
    Swimming through the void
    We hear the word
    We lose ourselves
    But we find it all...
    Cause we are the ones that want to play
    Always want to go
    But you never want to stay
    And we are the ones that want to choose
    Always want to play
    But you never want to lose
    Aerials, in the sky
    When you lose small mind
    You free your life
    Aerials, so up high
    When you free your eyes eternal prize
    Aerials, in the sky
    When you lose small mind
    You free your life
    Aerials, so up high
    When you free your eyes eternal prize

  • l5 4ever

    Hello dear friends,

    I don't know where to begin really, and owe you some details, as best I can, as to what has happened to me these past two weeks.

    Firstly, to explain something about my problem, I've added some spinal information below, as I'm not a medical expert...my spine is fractured, (two bad double fractures), with a slipped disc thrown-in for good measure; and to add to this complication, I have another bone that is fractured nearby, and a "complication" that the spinal experts state renders all operations "extremely risky and very, very dangerous". They said my chances were about 50% for recovery, and only 20% for my spine...I took the plunge and went ahead with it.

    The complications running through my mind were perhaps different to the surgeons definition, as my fear was that THEY the surgeons were fearful!
    :**:

    As things stand right now, the total operation is still incomplete, due to the severity of complication within my 'cloudy spine' and the spinal-fusion will need another go later...though it is done, in part...if only my injury were clean, all would have been done and dusted now...but, fate dictates no such thing will be purely done. I underwent a part-spinal fusion, and an insertion, directly into the lumbar, and a triple injection into the root nerve of the spine, which included valium, in high doses as my body was fighting and fending-off all 'foreign fluids'...and quite right!

    Due to the anaesthetic, operation, injections, and worry, I fell into danger four times. Those times too were cloudy, but I remember seeing visions...nothing exceptional, just memories and telepathy, hopes and survival instincts, to come back.

    The surgeons, consultants, and doctor's all said my willpower, resolve, and inner-strength were 'quite amazing' and commented that 'very few people could come through what you have endured'.
    They all said that it seemed likely, 80% likely, that "a person would have become vegatative"...so, I must be a lucky one and thankful for something strong within.

    My L5 is still troubling me to a great degree, and so is my medication, which causes nausea and weakness. My right leg has tingling and at times, complete numbness still, though that is better than the temporary paralysis I was having, and still have to a lesser degree...as for the spine, after a major operation, it is agony...worse than anything before, but that is to be expected, and the pain is now normal, but a nuisance.
    The paralysis in my right leg after the operation was a grave worry, and one that I refused to accept...thankfully I have responses from the L5 now.

    I'll endeavour to defeat this damnable pain...it will not win, at least not for now!

    But, I have to say, that my life feels cut in two...before and after the 'head-to-head' operations. They were actually bigger and more complicated than anyone had realised.
    My L5 nerve was in peril during those moments, out cold, floating in and out of hemispheres...and was 'within a whisker' of being severed.
    It too wants to live.
    :yes:

    Thanks to all the precious and dear words here, from you all...I'll try to reply to all soon.

    Take care everyone, enjoy the weekend.
    With much love,
    Ed xx

    This explains all the associated problems I'm facing, and tackling now. I CAN overcome them...

    A prolapsed intervertebral disc most commonly occurs in the lower lumbar region of the spine. A prolapse at the L 4/5 disc space causes pressure on the L5 nerve root with numbness over the dorsum of the foot with weak dorsiflexion of the foot and toes.

    A prolapsed disc at the L5 S1 space will cause weakness of plantarflexion of the foot, a diminished or absent ankle jerk and numbness under the sole of the foot.

    Spinal cord injury involves damage to the nerves within the spinal canal; most SCIs are caused by trauma to the vertebral column, thereby affecting the spinal cord's ability to send and receive messages from the brain to the body's systems that control sensory, motor and autonomic function below the level of injury.

    The spinal cord and the brain together make up the central nervous system (CNS). The spinal cord coordinates the body's movement and sensation.

    The spinal cord includes neurons and long nerve fibers called axons. Axons in the spinal cord carry signals downward from the brain (along descending pathways) and upward toward the brain (along ascending pathways). Many axons in these pathways are covered by sheaths of an insulating substance called myelin, which gives them a whitish appearance; therefore, the region in which they lie is called "white matter."

    The nerve cells themselves, with their tree-like branches called dendrites that receive signals from other nerve cells, make up "gray matter." This gray matter lies in a butterfly-shaped region in the center of the spinal cord.

    Like the brain, the spinal cord is enclosed in three membranes (meninges): the pia mater, the innermost layer; the arachnoid, a delicate middle layer; and the dura mater, which is a tougher outer layer.

    The spinal cord is organized into segments along its length. Nerves from each segment connect to specific regions of the body. The segments in the neck, or cervical region, referred to as C1 through C8, control signals to the neck, arms, and hands.

    Those in the thoracic or upper back region (T1 through T12) relay signals to the torso and some parts of the arms. Those in the lumbar or mid-back region just below the ribs (L1 through L5) control signals to the hips and legs.

    Finally, the sacral segments (S1 through S5) lie just below the lumbar segments in the mid-back and control signals to the groin, toes, and some parts of the legs. The effects of spinal cord injury at different segments along the spine reflect this organization.

    Several types of cells carry out spinal cord functions. Large motor neurons have long axons that control skeletal muscles in the neck, torso, and limbs. Sensory neurons called dorsal root ganglion cells, whose axons form the nerves that carry information from the body into the spinal cord, are found immediately outside the spinal cord. Spinal interneurons, which lie completely within the spinal cord, help integrate sensory information and generate coordinated signals that control muscles.

    Glia, or supporting cells, far outnumber neurons in the brain and spinal cord and perform many essential functions. One type of glial cell, the oligodendrocyte, creates the myelin sheaths that insulate axons and improve the speed and reliability of nerve signal transmission. Other glia enclose the spinal cord like the rim and spokes of a wheel, providing compartments for the ascending and descending nerve fiber tracts.

    Astrocytes, large star-shaped glial cells, regulate the composition of the fluids that surround nerve cells. Some of these cells also form scar tissue after injury. Smaller cells called microglia also become activated in response to injury and help clean up waste products. All of these glial cells produce substances that support neuron survival and influence axon growth. However, these cells may also impede recovery following injury.

    After injury, nerve cells, or neurons, of the peripheral nervous system (PNS), which carry signals to the limbs, torso, and other parts of the body, are able to repair themselves. Injured nerves in the CNS, however, are not able to regenerate.

    Nerve cells of the brain and spinal cord respond to trauma and damage differently than most other cells of the body, including those in the PNS. The brain and spinal cord are confined within bony cavities that protect them, but this also renders them vulnerable to compression damage caused by swelling or forceful injury. Cells of the CNS have a very high rate of metabolism and rely upon blood glucose for energy – these cells require a full blood supply for healthy functioning. CNS cells are particularly vulnerable to reductions in blood flow (ischemia).

    Other unique features of the CNS are the "blood-brain-barrier" and the "blood-spinal-cord barrier." These barriers, formed by cells lining blood vessels in the CNS, protect nerve cells by restricting entry of potentially harmful substances and cells of the immune system. Trauma may compromise these barriers, perhaps contributing to further damage in the brain and spinal cord. The blood-spinal-cord barrier also prevents entry of some potentially therapeutic drugs.

    Finally, in the brain and spinal cord, the glia and the extracellular matrix (the material that surrounds cells) differ from those in peripheral nerves. Each of these differences between the PNS and CNS contributes to their different responses to injury.

    L5 =Lower legs, ankles, feet, sacral nerves
    Symptoms =Poor circulation and weakness in legs, hip paralysis, and leg paralysis

  • where?

    repouso

    On a garland of journeys
    of traffic flow and diversions
    distances enforced subversions
    to pull and subtend
    these interwoven transmigrations
    The ubiety of travel
    within a mind of ubiquity
    under surgical efficacity
    to hope and pray
    upon fervent hands irrecusably
    Night's sleepy repose; harbinger of day
    harbours awaiting sunrise
    stars disembark our ocean skies
    a flight of kisses upon floating hearts
    in your hands I arise.

    written by lauren6
    15:30, 11/09/2006
    hospital waiting room

  • redivivus

    Vocal, tonal and deeply zonal
    when you touch my heart
    of stars, sun and moon
    you lighting my way
    swaying like a palm
    in your lifegiving breeze
    strength and shade I'm all you made
    of a day and a life I gave
    we touch by tides and moonlit lays
    embracing and awaiting all our future days.

    written by lauren6
    21:05 11/09/2006
    in hospital recovery room after coming too close to losing all during the operation.

  • 502

    Cloudless Saturday skies
    and 502 progressive miles
    a weeks metier implies
    this weak body reconciles
    constant mindplay of you nonpareil
    the eleventh hour awakens me
    for your eyes my beseeming apparel
    dream of day's besoin for sea
    oceans and lakes, north and south
    latin connection, Iberian reflection
    embracing word of mouth
    we are one of mutual attraction.

    written by lauren6
    09:00, 10/09/2006

  • made it

    Made it here
    a point in time
    15 hours from nowhere
    my latin heart called you
    from deepest continent
    limbs without feeling
    my mind rests with you
    all thoughts langour
    to be beside your ocean beauty
    browneyes fixed within me
    healing my numbness
    you are a jacinth sunrise.

    written by lauren6
    after operation
    09/09/2006
    (21:30)

  • melisima

    A word from you
    beneath this sky so blue
    like propriety from heaven
    reawakened summer is proven
    in precatory holding of hands
    your esteem held highly over the lands
    our gemütlichkeit by ocean palms
    with warm milesimal embrace arm in arm
    sfumato of river to sea
    benign encounter by our tree
    a melisima chanting in a dream
    of meliphagous kisses we glean.

    written by lauren6,
    between surgery
    10/09/2006

  • numb2

    Is there anywhere that hurt dare not go
    even storming the mind's defensive door
    allaying weeks of precious reserves
    like edacious pain eating away my floor
    A word, a smile, a beloved person
    may yet spark the turnaround
    on éclat covering a 4-season liason
    where plaudits sound hope for health to be crowned
    Can plenitude overflow with loneliness
    as nerves fail to detect so much
    and pleasure loses touch to numbness
    a pain insensitive to pain as such.

    written by lauren6
    20h50, 11/09/2006

  • after one week away

    Just a quick hello...after successive surgery, and injections, I muster all my effort to wish you the best...will post when I can...feeling VERY weak, and still dangerously ill...very serious indeed...
    see you all soon...miss everyone...especially precious kk.

    love,
    ed

  • with all my effort...

    I had the operation, and what an epic one too. There is much to tell, later, but my L5 nerve is causing great concern right NOW therefore I'm being transferred, and will have a few days of more intensity and challenges.

    I use everything to write for 5 minutes here, posting what I have written these past 2 days...to share with you. Forgive me for my feelings, but I care about you as much as myself.

    Thanks everyone for your kindness...I'm by you all too, as you are with me.
    I am in a time, that is like 'non-time' as nothing looks or feels as normal...I have fear, but also enormous resolve right now...my tears energize in time.

    I don't know when I can have the ability to return to post, as I'm undergoing some pretty significant treatments, injections, valium, and stronger stuffs...etc...after a major operation too...my body needs some time...

    I have all of you on my mind, by me...especially one person. :.

    Miss you, with love, from this limbo,
    Ed

    SOS: Silence of suffering

    I need to feel
    all that is free and real
    of belonging
    the closeness and longing
    stay close, please never far
    my anguished heart exposed and ajar
    expedient expectant night
    sitting here, fastened tight
    yet so much exeunt
    my feelings gathered, redundant.

    written by lauren6
    23:45, 07/09/2006.

    This music fills my mind recently...

    ROYKSOPP: What Else is there?

    It was me on that road
    But you couldn't see me
    Too many lights on, but nowhere near here

    It was me on that road
    Still you couldn't see me
    And then flashlights and explosions

    Roads and getting nearer
    We cover distance but not together
    I am the storm and I am the wonder
    And the flashlights, nightmares
    And sudden explosions

    I don't know what more to ask for
    I was given just one wish

    It's about you and the sun
    A morning run
    The story of my maker
    What I have and what I ache for

    I've got a golden ear
    I cut and I spear
    And what else is there
    Roads and getting nearer
    We cover distance still not together

    If I am the storm if I am the wonder
    Will I have flashlights, nightmares
    And sudden explosions

    There's no room that I can go and
    You've got secrets too

    i don't know what more to ask for
    i was given just one wish.

  • lonesome steps

    Lonesome steps

    The day pushed the evening beyond my reach
    just a day, yet a whole life away
    what does a surgery-buckling heart teach?
    while gasping the animus my way
    on boreal inhalation a cursonary horologe
    this slow-ticking flickering flight
    ever-distant flibberigibbert souls
    where are you? where is everyone tonight?
    evening fades into desperate night
    this microclimate becomes claustrophobic
    making an impossible dream of a daily flight
    medical festschrift my sidereal illumination
    gazing at loneliness' cold hand
    a chilled leftside banked by contemplation
    now I foresee a minimalist land stretching
    with each step as precious as the last.

    written by lauren6
    using every ounce of effort in my body

  • the loneliness of pain

    The loneliness of pain

    It was all in a word
    or lack of
    so much left undone and unsaid
    but in one cruel, crushing blow
    all became empty
    'cept the flow of tears
    that fell finally
    releasing my all
    a roving fate
    I am drained of all destiny

    written by lauren6
    17h30 07/09/2006

  • we the humans today

    We, the humans today

    A race of such great range
    endurance, fight, endeavour...survival
    yet negatives haunt and rearrange
    the premise of susurrus carnival
    and suspiring joie de vivre
    is it everlasting or never-ending?
    do tears fall forever too?
    absolutely...not uncomprehendingly
    like candlelit kisses melting an igloo.

    written by lauren6
    after operation

  • ceil

    Ceil

    And now it's over, in part
    like nebula fading to sunrise
    illuminating nebbich-
    of surgeries past
    autumn sun herewith procurable
    upon a lost summer unendurable
    enter sedulous September;
    diving; seduced by ocean depth
    lifted; embraced by loving crepuscular
    cleansed; by compassionate shores
    The eye of the candle
    a beholder in the storm
    or onlooker from passing causeway
    light and water, fire life's thirst.

    written by lauren6
    14h00 07/09/2006

  • after the storm

    After the storm

    Pushed, prodded and carted around
    am I important without a sound?
    with assidious tasks in waiting
    valedictory intravenous salvo sedating
    cushioned movements in blackness
    a forward struggle against languidness
    all is lost at sea
    except one distant light I see.

    written by lauren6
    6/9/06
    hours after spinal surgery

  • before

    Before

    It's here
    -vexed to appear
    a viaduct built on human resource
    disengaging a drop to asource
    where Chestnut's call early autumn tune
    the Elder's can sustain by light of the lune
    appearances deceive
    what we know and cherish to receive...

    written by lauren6
    just prior to being called-in to the spinal surgery, which lasted a few hours, therefore this remains unfinished, with nothing that can justifiably be added afterwards by myself!

    (Music that played, softly in the background just minutes before D-day, were The Whspers: And the Beat goes on, and Avril Lavigne: I'm With You.)

  • am I afraid?

    Am I afraid?
    Just a little
    if truth be told

    But D-day approaches fast
    so much so
    it's today!

    As time flies
    the crow flies too
    in unison

    We become one
    we are one
    I am one.

    written by lauren6
    now!

    Thank you lovelyKK and my lovely friends.
    I have to go now...into a 'room' which will have no walls, no roof, and no floor, only space, and lands unseen yet fully known...maybe I've been there before, in which case, I'll return here as before.
    I'm hopeful...yes.
    love,
    Ed

  • ipissima verba

    September sun
    the epenthesis of salvation
    where chordal beams fashion
    this afternoon's hidden cabochon

    In horriplant teasing wind
    every gust a word so vexed
    that a souvenir cannot resind
    leaving even deity perplexed

    Rays of health yet survive
    the invective spelt as hypnotize
    for the splenetic storm surge to contrive
    against all I could galvanize

    Word of mouth; an atmospheric gambit
    taken with gastronomic pinch of salt
    a condiment of reproachful human habit
    now the summum adjutant revolt!

    written by lauren6

  • seven days and one week (3 and a half hours to go)

    This song and video are helping me a lot too, just as much as my enjoyment at the time of release, in 1996.
    BBE are actually French producers. BBE is a pseudonym for producers Bruno Quartier, Bruno Sanchioni and Emmanuel Top.

    I love this...

    BBE: Seven days and one week

  • my first and last and always

    A black planet envisioned tomorrow
    the effects rain-down from yesterday
    flooding plangeant entities today
    such inverterate music of time

    like childhood sliding presently
    to the gravitational pull of fructuous age
    a pick-me-up of passing sage
    or sisters and brothers of mercy

    of the first, the river played
    a second of gainly imagination
    -a lasting unlikely immitation
    always this music enlightens shade.

    written by lauren6

  • a haven in merciful 84 by the wensum

    I'm by the merciful Wensum again
    1984 all over again
    of memories clean
    where Sisters of Mercy have been
    returning
    to down another wine
    my libration
    before the D-day
    tomorrow
    connecting a past
    with an unknown future
    the day, today
    is 1984, making way
    2006 soi-disant.

    written by lauren6
    19h00
    in waiting...

  • blair's pacifier is missing

    Tony Blair's body language speaks volumes when he is under stress - and what it is saying is: "I want my mummy."

    The helpless baby inside the Prime Minister was exposed by psychologist Dr Peter Collett. He pointed to Mr Blair's habit of touching his stomach in stressful situations, such as being asked awkward questions about the war in Iraq.

    Dr Collett, from Oxford University, told the BA Festival of Science in Norwich: "It takes us back to a point in our lives when we were babies.

    "When babies get distressed, mothers often rub their tummies to calm them down. Tony's mother's not around to rub his tummy, so he does it himself."

    The Chancellor is often seen at Tony Blair's side, but still fails to show his support, the study claims
    The revelation is just one of Dr Collett's findings from his research unpicking the body language of politicians. Studying the secret signals of gestures and facial expressions also shines a spotlight on the strained relationship between Mr Blair and Gordon Brown.

    When Mr Blair is speaking, the Chancellor is often seen at his side, desperately trying - and failing - to show his support.

    "There's a lot of nodding, but when he's nodding he's looking sick," Dr Collett told the meeting at the University of East Anglia.

    Mr Brown's averted eyes during the Prime Minister's speeches betrayed what he was really thinking, said Dr Collett. This related to what psychologists called "attention structure of group".

    In a group of chimpanzees, subservient members will instinctively keep their eyes fixed on the leader. Humans display the same behaviour - but Mr Brown deliberately avoids looking at Mr Blair, and instead often stares straight ahead. Invariably, a fake smile is plastered across his face at the same time.

    Dr Collett tore apart a political broadcast last year which attempted to show the two figures as close and supportive colleagues.

    "It was a total conceit which made them look as if they were in love," he said.

    Again, the averted eyes told the real story, as did Mr Blair wrinkling up his nose as if in response to a bad smell. Mr Brown was particularly inept at appearing sincere, said Dr Collett.

    "Brown just hasn't got it," he said. "The error he commits constantly is the error of assembly. He produces what I call a flashbulb smile. It's there and it's off."

    Mr Blair also appeared submissive in the presence of US President George W Bush, for instance, by keeping his hands in his pockets and allowing himself to be pushed to the side when the two appeared together. However, in this case the body language signals were probably genuine.

    Mr Bush, on the other hand, went out of his way to reinforce his dominance. This was shown in his verbal exchanges as well as his fondness for bomber jackets and John Wayne-style "power walks".

    Dr Collett said that when Mr Bush recently greeted the PM with "Yo Blair!", he really meant, "You're not a man of the people because you don't understand that kind of hip talk."

  • future sound of wensum...in my kingdom

    The greatest moment of 1996, and this powerful video, which I continue to admire today, ten years later...the 'something' within this song is a need I have right now, awaiting surgical uncertainty...percentages of risk, threat of severing nerves, heaven forbid.

    This song, this video, this sound, this imagery, is where I'm going right now, within my walls...my healing begins, see you on the other side, hopefully...

    Future Sound of London: My Kingdom

  • yes, my tower of strength

    One of my favourite songs, brilliant, and today, for a special reason.

    The Mission: Tower of Strength

    You raise me up
    When I'm on the floor
    You see me through
    When I'm lonely and scared
    And I'm feeling true to the written word
    And you're true to me
    And still I need more
    It would tear me apart
    To feel no one ever cared
    For me
    For me
    For me
    You are a tower of strength to me

    You stand firm and proud
    When the wind blows in your face
    And when the sun shines in your eyes
    You just turn your head away
    To me
    To me
    To me
    You are a tower of strength to me

    You rescue me
    You are my faith
    My hope
    My liberty
    And when there is darkness all around
    You shine bright for me
    You are the guiding light

    To me
    To me
    To me
    You are a tower of strength to me

    You are all passion and heart
    When I lay in your embrace
    And heaven is in your kiss
    Salvation lies just a touch away

    To me
    To me
    To me
    You are a tower of strength to me

    Watch video

  • who is it?

    The apparition in the garden
    resident watcher
    a blench on a path
    ashenic maestoso-
    perfectly still
    yet forever changing attire
    today's white pointy shoes
    last week's black denim
    grace without face
    an intense aura
    always seeing me
    fiducially lakadaisical
    we both caught in the second
    a mete a la mesne
    or my metastic choice?
    this afternoon's penitent fiure
    resipiscent in feminine revelation
    a lifetime's reverie
    in but a second-
    life of unanswered questions.

    written by lauren6

    under extreme circumstance.

  • black planet 1985 and 2006

    SISTER'S OF MERCY: BLACK PLANET
    (1985 album, First