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Maybe i'm Just a Dreamer..: Here's Hope
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Maybe i'm Just a Dreamer. Leave a comment;). Monday, July 1. Here's to the days that happiness doesn't "come naturally". The days when heads pound, darkness settles around and the Grey. Snatches me in its frosty grip. The days when the thoughts swirl, questions hound, worries sneak closer and closer. Hope threatens to escape, doubts start to drown me in their incessant wailings. When wonderings start nagging, old demons remember me and come after me with a vengeance. Here's to my God. Also I'm rather ins...
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Maybe i'm Just a Dreamer..: What a Year.
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Maybe i'm Just a Dreamer. Leave a comment;). Tuesday, December 31. One year ago today, I sat here and wrote this. Well, not here exactly. You see, I've moved. My life has changed so very drastically in one year, as I read that post it felt like. I was reading something I had written much longer ago than one year. One year ago I had only daydreams and wishes, only imagination and small quiet hope that what has happened to me this past year would ever, EVER happen. I get to go places with him and it feels ...
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Maybe i'm Just a Dreamer..: January 2015
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Maybe i'm Just a Dreamer. Leave a comment;). Wednesday, January 7. A year of Thunder and wonder. a year of beginnings and of ends. a year of friends and love. a year of family and new family. another year of wandering upon the earth in search of truth and happiness. We humans are funny things. Year after year. day after day. struggling to stay afloat. stressing, laughing, sharing, worrying, resting, sharing, smiling and frowning. Feeling thankful. ♡♡♡. Typed on my phone so hopefully it looks ok. I have a...
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Solitary Wanderings: June 2013
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. Dearest Wanderers, thank you for wandering far and wide - far enough and wide enough to wander back. I have caught a poetry bug - or it has captured me. This one is from a couple moons ago. The moon is drifting, drifting,. O’er the world below,. The mist is lifting, lifting,. Born of glittering snow. The dancing sprites of Northern Lights. Are bending, bowing low,. While mist is lifting, the moon is drifting. 8216;Cross the glittering snow. Through the ocean sky.
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Solitary Wanderings: Looking down into the sky...
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. Looking down into the sky. Looking down into the sky,. What is there to see? Whisp'ring waves reflecting on. An amber line of languid clouds. Wrapped in dressing gown;. A flitting flock of feathered friends. Flying – upside down. Looking down into the sky. What is there to see? Two startled eyes, some flailing limbs,. And a bobbing Tiffany. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Joanne and Mr. Joanne. Somewhere, right now. Looking down into the sky.
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Solitary Wanderings: Swiss Cheese
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. Vowing that this one would be different. This blog wouldn't fizzle out like so many others. I would stick to it and continue posting. Only I didn't, as you can see. Hark! The sound of crunching as I eat my hollow words. Not work, perhaps? Ho, ho, so silly. Thank you, smarty pants. Please excuse us for a moment. Wouldn't it be wonderful to write full time? Writing is shockingly similar to painting. I prefer realism when it comes to painting, although I admir...
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Binary Soda: Day 353
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Friday, July 22, 2011. The minutes and seconds,. Each moment glinting of good and broken glass. For my heart cries its tears in real time,. Tracing a map of somewhere-eles I haven't been. Showing the way back home,. Could you actually see the pain,. Wrought by illogical desires. Oh, the sadness, only shows, that joy is possible. This emptiness echos of being filled. That when I have accomplished my dreams,. I am only left with a longing, an echo. Good, working in ways higher and better,. I really like th...
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Binary Soda: Day 352
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Thursday, July 21, 2011. Follow the flow of the game,. Paths long were ingrained, but,. Was it all only about connecting the dots? What was the point? Look to the end! Look, I say,. For the Hope is more powerful than,. We could find strength to hope. And out of hope, comes joy. S earch, and you will find! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Le Blogs of Spectacular. Maybe i'm Just a Dreamer. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Binary Soda: Day 354
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Saturday, July 23, 2011. Stand up, please! The command echoed through the long, sun light room. The man stood with the rest of the statesmen, nervously chewing his rubber gum. He shuffled his powdered wig. Itchy. It was really.really. itchy. His nose itched too. Too much powder. The guards at the door stamped their feet and turned to open the grand doors. They stood aside as the king swished through the doors. The sneeze rose like a hurricane in his throat. Boy, I am so lucky! March 13, 2013 at 1:54 AM.
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Binary Soda: Day 348
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Sunday, July 17, 2011. The quiet thunder sounds off,. And takes a bow. We stood quaking in our boots. The sight, a sight to behold,. Told us all we needed to know,. But our hearts could not comprehend it. The lively light cut deep,. Clearing out the dark,. Through the terrible jungle,. A storm of rebellion rains boiling rocks,. Still, the stillness won't let me go,. And I am glad for Light. Aria, aria" . I can not speak,. Simply for there are no words to say. Standing at last here with my Love,.
