A Heart Bound by Blossoms|
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|Saturday, May 12th, 2007|
why are people dependent on 'things'?! why are people obsessed with commodities, materials, objects, things?! it is so Horrendous! to live for 'things' and not feelings, to live for money and not for people?! i hate talking about superficial twoddle, i Hate it!!! it bores me and it is so apart from the life i live, the World i see, barren tho it is. people lead such barren lives. i don't want to be a part of it anymore.
it just makes me feel sad.
people are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
i desire real Life xX Current Mood: disappointed
|Thursday, May 10th, 2007|
being a lover is being situated within the captivity of such beautiful intimacy, such wonderful love.
'tis all xX Current Mood: content
|Wednesday, May 9th, 2007|
sometimes things just render me humble to the core. nothing more, nothing less. just, a berated ego, and a sigh.
thank heaven for all the beautiful souls out there
who express their hearts
and are not afraid to live lives of warmth.
lucid moments and silks xX Current Mood: grateful
|turning a lover into an ideal...
why are people so narcissistic?! tis vanity, the devil's favourite sin, that swallows these people up and makes them wholly, purely self-realization.
although i fall into it too. oh, life is sooooooooooooooooooo complexly strung!
on a plus-point, i enjoyed a caramel mcflurry today and i almost died within the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of it!!
lordy, it it was 'the bees knees'!
til the next xX Current Mood: busy
|Tuesday, May 8th, 2007|
obsessions tantalise but as soon as they are gone, a lonely void besets. there is no flavour to anything, no colour, no charm. all is textureless, defunct, waste for the eyes, a dreamless paraody of something that was once extraordinary, full with life.
the highs and the lows spill us forth into the heavens and the hell.
amid the starlight xX Current Mood: thoughtful
|Monday, May 7th, 2007|
ah love. tis grand. tis the greatest of all feelings, sweet and delightful, a swish of a heart, a silky splendour for soft emotions. crimson skies as background to a flitty, giddy, potent dream. smooth sweetness sifting about smiles, blushes, a swollen mouth.
love. why does it highlight everything? why does it style everything into a happy, buttercup kind of mindscape, too lovely to even breathe within.
buttercups and dream x Current Mood: hyper
|Sunday, May 6th, 2007|
i miss herbal teas. the idea of them teases me. rosehips and cranberry, blueberry and blackberry, green with orange, green with lemon. just green. vanilla, rhubarb, dandelion and nettle. citrus, hibiscus, cinnamon and liquorice. rice, miso, apple and ginger. spicy, neutral, bagged, unbagged. in a cup, a mug, a pot, a grateful mouth.
all hail for tea in all its fruity spendour! all hail! may it seep into our stomachs for'er.
xX Current Mood: giddy
|timelessness and tea...
timelessness spurns me on. to want more. knowledge, wholeness and completion, liberation from this litter of diseases and desires. bemuses as it inspires, insults as it gives hope. hope to that temporal thing which quivers at the blackened, threaded mass that sits ahead like a fresh sponge soaked with lives and spoils. always ahead. always evokes a maddening trying to grasp it, trying to understand why, trying to reject and deny, trying to hide from, trying to make sane the insanity of it all. tis strange how the days seep into futility and yet, beyond the blackness is a light kind of madness. perhaps that is what destiny is. beyond the fusion of energies there is a pale light that lingers, like a vinegar waiting to betray a germ.
i need a tea xX Current Mood: calm
|Monday, April 30th, 2007|
|hurting loved ones...
i do it because he is full of light and i am not. i do it because he controls my every fibre, and he controls himself. i do it because i am filled with memories and he is filled with dreams. i am sadness, he is a smile. i am jealous. he is innocence and i am tainted like an old shoe. covered and filled with dusts. life has twisted me into something barren and broken. broken to the thread.
so long my worded ear x Current Mood: exhausted
|Monday, September 25th, 2006|
|another change, another year, another dream...
how beautiful are the days which surround, 'tis a dayze, a dreamy lull, seeping thru muted dusks, a lush begetting of eves, a gentle beauty and a draping of celestial murmurs....
new vocations and habitations beckon. the dream becomes more beautiful yet evermore fragile. how lovely is this life, yet its like a flower seeping slowly into the quiet of its dawn.
chat soon, my fair and beauteous, written ear xX Current Mood: artistic
|Friday, May 26th, 2006|
|something more beyond the mountains...
this is beautiful, ensconced within snowdonian dreams, surrounded by mountainous beauty and the love of a beautiful chappie... inspirational and atmospheric, the joy in my heart implodes beyond the tides and into the stars xX Current Mood: loved
|Thursday, April 20th, 2006|
|a few words to beget...
starlight, rose-mesh about the lull, and a taut grace about the eyelid which enraptures as it inspires x
|Thursday, October 6th, 2005|
|a cool evening and the still of the day...
amid a lull at present, very different, rather beautiful, but pretty desolate. need that rainbow to call me back again and screech his wares at me. he's all i shall ever know and dream about anyway.
adieu ma sweet journeaux beau xX Current Mood: mellow
|Thursday, September 29th, 2005|
|softly soaked with optimism...
dear journal, ah the day feels light, too light! lightness blinds as it mystifies, seems too complete and euphoric somehow, too full of wonder! filled with recouperation, smoked haddock fishcakes, and some gooey substance called good loving, what could be more bonne?!
the only cloud tho, seem bound to the tides, always. but one day, that some beautiful 'one' day, being shall fall into these swollen tides and be unutterly complete, without thought or nonsensical sad. shall be full then.
but as it is, yes, today has been a very good day, filled with the blessed content of 'moving on' and shifting into that new plain where freshness and tomorrow truly means that, and nothing but.
dearest journal, take care until our next conversant 'tryst' of yearning and otherness.
a myriad of rosebuds,
tinkering about a slight of breeze xX Current Mood: jubilant
|Monday, September 26th, 2005|
|a few interests...
LJ Interests meme results
art is about expression and portrayel of beauty, natural or formed, dreamt or perceived. my father was a wondrous talent with a canvas and some oils, my love for art is a part of my adoration of him and the beauty he beheld and begot.
i'm crazily obsessed, rather infuriatingly for alot of people around me, with astrology and starsigns. i usually try to find out who is what and forge relations with them thereof. call it a type of defensive astro-fascism or a deep recognition of our relation to the stars as natural being forged from the creative animation of Nature itself. actually, its probably double trouble.
a wonderful musician and part of the glam-rock imagery and raw musical romantism that i love! low and station to station are my faves and i've recently got my hands on the very rare three-cd live set of him 'at the beeb', haunting and gratifyingly great!
- carry on films:
kenneth williams was another of my obsessions as a child. afetr reading his diaries i tried to consume the very essence of him through his comic genius and personal desolation. my respect for him remains and i adore the fabulous sauce and satire of the very naughty carry on genre!
if if weren't for dreams, i'd be lost within this very real place, without that song of truth within, and without the burgeoning kaliedoscope of rainbow tracing the surrounding of this mind.
- film noir:
naked tango - possibly the most influential film of my life. a beautifully set b-movie set in a Spanish Brothel in the twenties portraying the life of alba, a raven-haired heroine, who gets introduced to prostitution, love, naked tango and tragedy. beautiful.
an incurable romantic, i treasure all things romantique! from chocolate box moments, rich blood-red roses, dancing on the patio or cuddling up on the sofa with a good film, i'm there like the most pathetic of puppy-dog smittens, lapping up the cuteness and the heart-spun charm.
nothing beats the lover draped, and thus, my teen love affair with mr paul draper (lead-singer) spawned a saga of tears and obsession, a phone call to the fan-line to propose marriage, an ex-boyfriend who bore resemblage to the original stripper vicar, and even a backstage canoodle! oh, and lastly but most importantly, perhaps led to the forging of one of the most precious friendships of my life.
that brown gooey heavenous gunk, who can resist its charms! me and me ole mate mave used to commit mutual sniffage of this lush and brain-happy stuff on random debauched nights about town on the baileys and alco-pop razzle! bless it and the Lord Marmite, Creator, and establisher of Marmiteonism, the cult of B-vit truth.
- mills and boon:
i can honestly admit that my life would not be what it is now without the romantic lull of M & B. began reading them when i was but twelve years old and they saved my life. literally. and not many people say that i'm sure!
Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list. Current Mood: bored
|Friday, September 23rd, 2005|
|soya tea and a songbird...
beloved journal, how strange to have formed such emotional resonance with you after such a brief acquaintance. softly you husk this form thru, into a dozen bluebells, sifting about my skins like a delicacy of silks and softs. how words can surrender my being to the winds. how is it thus? how can nothing fulfil, nothing be yearned, nothing be desired, but this, your spaces, your capacity for dreaming?
oh sweet and floated being, too tapered to cloak the stars, but free enough to liberate this, how this is all i esteem to be, how this is all the love that i shall ever know or ever desire to know, this, my worded friend, my sacred soul-spun songbird of rainbows and hearts.
something stilts tonight, something silent but more. a song is being sung, and is directly bled into the mists which surround. so, have decided bring completion upon the night, to savour the sweetest sort of lull, by partaking of the decadent and sacred leaf - tea. tea, sweet poison of the soul, english vice of fashion and poise. sweet tea saturated with a tender edge of soya cream.
thus, with tea and apathy i bid you peace xX Current Mood: contemplative
|Thursday, September 22nd, 2005|
|another day amid the clouds...
with relief and the slight of joy i write this ever-necessary statement of today's piece. ah, lovely to be engaged with words once more. sometimes they are too flighty and empty, the language of day fills this with such abhorrence. how can the eyes within the face be so full, and yet the face so empty. desire to float into heaven again. it seems somehow familiar and yet somehow so cold. hope its warm and lofty. hope it begets that love with all those arms and steeples as once promised.
discovered something extraordinary that delights today. fudge, of the rum and raisin kind. the sweetest bliss, and i dare say, almost better than a sated afternoon in bed with one's lover. okay, not quite but almost. ah the tender melody of its scent and its chocolate encumbrance. my joy, sweet fudge.
softly i page away the day, and quilt this wanting with a slice of dreaming. how steadily this mind dreams. of that someday, when all one's life is concentrated, on the begetting and consuming, of rum and raisin fudge.
adieu et encumbrance xX Current Mood: awake
|Tuesday, September 20th, 2005|
|a day in debauched dregs and mind meanderings...
hello my dearly neglected journal, which relays truths and darks. ah, today. well, little and much to report. dreamt of heaven again. it was filled with dandelions and a spray of buttercups. oh, and loves. it was full of love. beyond the mindset and embedded within the literal, new beginnings terrify but refresh, beckon and yet repel. can this be normal? if so, hurrah for new beginnings! they make life far from the dull pallor of this reality ramble!
well, adieu for another today, and if i forget to tell you tomorrow, you're a treasure, dear journal, with your mindless listening ear. a treasure.
love and starlight xX Current Mood: restless