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You know that I love you dear wren. :hug:
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Lara
Love Walzing Matilda, learning it on guitar.
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That's so cool. There's a history to it of course. (((tied)))
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Heaven
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Enjoy
Gurrumul - Bapa
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgRCBN9nyzI&feature=fvsr Translation (not sure exactly how correct it is) Quote:
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Hauntingly beautiful Lara..thank you. I put it on my facebook wall. :hug:
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Alffe
This is one of my favourite songs for a couple of reasons. To me it's my friend Brad's song, but I'll share it with you... I tried to find it on the YouTube, but the renditions there were not as good as on the original CD.
I shall endeavour to find the original studio rendition. NATALIE MERCHANT "Kind & Generous" You've been so kind and generous I don't know how you keep on giving For your kindness I'm in debt to you For your selflessness, my admiration And for everything you've done You know I'm bound... I'm bound to thank you for it You've been so kind and generous I don't know how you keep on giving For your kindness I'm in debt to you And I never could have come this far without you So for everything you've done You know I'm bound... I'm bound to thank you for it I want to thank you For so many gifts You gave with love and tenderness I want to thank you I want to thank you For your generosity The love and the honesty That you gave me I want to thank you Show my gratitude My love and my respect for you I want to thank you I want to... Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Found one... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5Zjr...eature=related Natalie Merchant - Kind and Generous It's a "different" film clip but it's the closest to the studio sound. |
My life is in turmoil at the moment... truly in free fall........and i listen to the words of this song and it gives me hope.........
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLEetXnb7hQ I don?t know where I crossed the line Was it something that I said or didn?t say this time? And I don?t know if it?s me or you But I can see the skies are changing No longer shades of blue I don?t know which way it?s gonna go If it?s going to be a rainy day There?s nothing we can do to make it change We can pray for sunny weather But that won?t stop the rain You?re feeling like you?ve got no place to run I can be your shelter 'til it?s done We can make this last forever So please don?t stop the rain Let it fall, let it fall, let it fall Please don?t stop the rain Let it fall, let it fall, let it fall Please don?t stop the rain I thought that time was on our side I?ve put in far too many years to let this pass us by You see life is a crazy thing There?ll be good times and there?ll be bad times And everything in between And I don?t know which ways it?s gonna go If it?s going to be a rainy day There?s nothing we can do to make it change We can pray for sunny weather [ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/j/james-...in-lyrics.html ] But that won?t stop the rain Feeling like you?ve got no place to run I can be your shelter 'til it?s done We can make this last forever So please don?t stop the rain Let it fall, let it fall, let it fall Please don?t stop the rain Let it fall, let it fall, let it fall Please don?t stop the rain Oh, we?re a little closer now In finding what life?s all about Yeah, I know you just can?t stand it When things don?t go your way But we?ve got no control over what happens anyway If it?s going to be a rainy day There?s nothing we can do to make it change We can pray for sunny weather But that won?t stop the rain Feeling like you?ve got no place to run I can be your shelter 'til it?s done We can make this last forever So please don?t stop the rain Let it fall, let it fall, let it fall Please don?t stop the rain Let it fall, let it fall, let it fall Please don?t stop the rain Let it fall, let it fall, let it fall Let it fall, let it fall, let it fall Please don?t stop the rain David.................................. OK....rain................but occasionally please i beg....... let the Sun shine .................[i'm so tired] |
I'm sorry David :hug: ... to read that your load is too much to bear...
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I'm sorry too. :hug:
I truly was thinking about you when I checked here the past few days and I was hoping you were OK. I'm so used to seeing you post your songs here. Thinking of you. I hope the sun shines through for you very soon. |
a poem re SELF HARM
Reflections You think my self-harming means I’m not coping; I think self-harm is helping me to cope. You think I’m attention seeking; I wish people’s attention didn’t need seeking. You think you know why I self-harm; I think it would be nice if somebody asked my opinion. You think I should stop self-harming; I think you should stop smoking and your fry-ups You think I’m manipulating you; I think if you took notice of what I said, I wouldn’t have to. You think I’m a waste of time,; I don’t feel people have wasted much time trying. You feel that if I self-harm I might kill myself; I think that if I didn’t self-harm I might kill myself. You think that if you don’t talk to me when I self-harm then I’ll stop; I think “so what’s new”. You think that if you stitch me without an anesthetic it might put me off self-harming; I think there are better ways to teach me to respect my body. You think you can’t help me while I am self-harming; I think that if I could stop then I wouldn’t need help! You think that my self-harm is a big problem; Often self-harm feels like the least of my problems. You feel you have to manage my behaviour; I wish you would just listen to me. Today you said you couldn’t manage me, you were out of your mind with worry. You said you felt a failure, because you didn’t have all the answers. You looked me in the eye and said, “What do you need from me?” Now I think we can get somewhere... Anonymous [but very thought provoking] David |
sad hug :hug:
One back at you ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLlOeGeVih4&feature=fvsr Everybody hurts sometime. REM Hang on there David. We luv ya! Hold on. |
I understand David..... if you need to chat please PM me.. {{{HUGS}}}
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuoaKai_L00&ob=av2e
JAMES MORRISON .............................. I've been down so low People look at me and they know They can tell something is wrong Like I don't belong Staring through a window Standing outside, they're just too happy to care tonight I want to be like them But I'll mess it up again I tripped on my way in And got kicked outside, everybody saw... And I know that it's a wonderful world But I can't feel it right now Well I thought that I was doing well But I just want to cry now Well I know that it's a wonderful world From the sky down to the sea But I can only see it when you're here, here with me Sometimes I feel so full of love It just comes spilling out It's uncomfortable to see I give it away so easily But if I had someone I would do anything I'd never, never, ever let you feel alone I won't I won't leave you, on your own But who am I to dream? Dreams are for fools, they let you down... And I know that it's a wonderful world But I can't feel it right now [ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/j/james-...ld-lyrics.html ] Well I thought that I was doing well But I just want to cry now Well I know that it's a wonderful world From the sky down to the sea But I can only see it when you're here, here with me And I wish that I could make it better I'd give anything for you to call me, or maybe just a little letter Oh, we could start again And I know that it's a wonderful world But I can't feel it right now Well I thought that I was doing well But I just want to cry now Well I know that it's a wonderful world From the sky down to the sea But I can only see it when you're here, here with me And I know that it's a wonderful world I can't feel it right now I got all the right clothes to wear I just want to cry now Well I know that it's a wonderful world From the sky down to the sea But I can only see it when you're here, here with me And I know that it's a wonderful world When you're with me |
Promiscuous
by William Matthews "Mixes easily," dictionaries used to say, a straight shot from the Latin. Chemists applied the term to matter's amiability. But the Random House Dictionary (1980) gives as its prime meaning: "characterized by frequent and indiscriminate changes of one's sexual partners." Sounds like a long way to say "slut," that glob of blame we once threw equally at men and women, all who slurred, slavered, slobbered, slumped, slept or lapsed, slunk or relapsed, slackened (loose lips sink ships) or slubbed, or slovened, But soon a slut was female. A much-bedded male. got called a ladies' man; he never slept with sluts. How sluts got to be sluts is thus a mystery, except the language knows what we may have forgot. "Depression" began its career in English in 1656, says the OED, and meant (science jargon) the opposite of elevation—a hole or a rut, perhaps, or, later, "the angular distance of a celestial object below the horizon," as Webster's Third (1963) has it. There's ample record of our self- deceit: language, the furious river, carries on its foamed and sinewed back all we thought we'd shucked off. Of course it's all pell-mell, head over heels, snickers and grief, love notes and libel, fire and ice. In short: promiscuous. |
moved
you are a very good po3t. i just got on this site today because of some google search i put it. i find your poetry irresistible.
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Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,
by Barbara Crooker like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek across the sky made me think about my life, the places of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief has strung me out to dry. And then the geese come calling, the leader falling back when tired, another taking her place. Hope is borne on wings. Look at the trees. They turn to gold for a brief while, then lose it all each November. Through the cold months, they stand, take the worst weather has to offer. And still, they put out shy green leaves come April, come May. The geese glide over the cornfields, land on the pond with its sedges and reeds. You do not have to be wise. Even a goose knows how to find shelter, where the corn still lies in the stubble and dried stalks. All we do is pass through here, the best way we can. They stitch up the sky, and it is whole again. |
Re: inspiration
The quote this morning by Barbara, gave me pause in my fright. It let me know we are all just passing though as best we can. I am in tears this morning and very afraid. I have some more medical problems that are coming about and I can't stop the tears. The language of the quote, touched me and let me know there is hope. ginnie
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I must say... that is pretty darn amazing poetry. Rushing to read more... :D
ALL SOULS' DAY Say November woods. Say the colors of earth: ocher, sienna, umber, a hearth where the fire's gone out. Wind scours trees to their bones. A chevron of geese cuts a wedge in the sky. Imagine a hawk the color of winter. On the day of the dead, he seeks a thermal and soars. The dead rise, too, will-o-the-wisps of mist & haze, tobacco smoke from Indian pipes, the plumes of tall grasses. They are always with us, tangible as breath, fill the interstices of then and now. In the November woods, cold air settles like a blanket. The sky tucks itself in. Everywhere, the silence of all the folded wings. ~Barbara Crooker Oh I love her poetry. It's not familiar to me here in my climate... all that talk of cold and woods and silence and folded wings. It reminded me to go to my books and find a book that Tam once gave me. Many of you would remember Tam. It's called the Wisconsin Almanac and for November it says... November When Air gets light, The glass falls low, Batten down tight, For the winds will blow ~ old sailor's proverb |
Reusing Words
by Hal Sirowitz
Don't think you know everything, Father said, just because you're good with words. They aren't everything. I try to say the smallest amount possible. Instead of using them indiscriminately I try to conserve them. I'm the only one in this household who recycles them. I say the same thing over & over again, like "Who forgot to turn out the lights? Who forgot to clean up after themselves in the bathroom?" Since you don't listen I never have to think of other things to say. |
November Rain
by Linda Pastan
How separate we are under our black umbrellas—dark planets in our own small orbits, hiding from this wet assault of weather as if water would violate the skin, as if these raised silk canopies could protect us from whatever is coming next— December with its white enamel surfaces; the numbing silences of winter. From above we must look like a family of bats— ribbed wings spread against the rain, swooping towards any makeshift shelter. |
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Hi alffe and david
I loved the vidio, even in the middle of your own trauma, you take time out to reach out to others. It was a beautiful Vidio, and I know it will touch alot of people too. I am thinking of your husband Alffe, still sending those healing thoughts his way. ginnie
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A poem i entered into a competition is being published.:D
its about a Soldier in the First World War in the trenches Entrenched Senses: Flash! A halo of yellow white light Resonant cracking sounds of pop and thud Acrid; Smokey stench of deathly mud. Instantaneous sulphuric tang akin Translucent feelings intense pain left within. Vivid instant thoughts from home seep in. Deep and profound unease, of foreboding woe Visionary and pleading words make Amends aglow Fleeting life, demised, a pause: The Soul transcends or so seems so by David David |
Soulful....I especially love the title...and I think of your father....congratulations on being published....:hug:
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Re: to our poets
poetry speaks to the language of the soul. thank you ginnie
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Barbara Crooker
Here's Barbara again... ;)
After The Holidays, the house settles back into itself, wrapped up in silence, a robe around its shoulders. Nothing is roasting in the oven or cooling on the countertops. No presents are waiting to be wrapped, no cards fill the mouth of the mailbox. All is calm, all is bright, sunlight glinting off snow. No eggnog, no yule log, no letters to be licked and stamped. No more butter cookies, no more fudge, just miles to go on the treadmill, another round plate added to the weight machine. All our good intentions pave the road. We stride out into the new year, resolute to become firm, to define our muscles, to tighten our borders. The thin tinsel of the new moon hangs in the dark sky, a comma dividing the sentence between last year’s troubles and this year’s hopes. The calendar ruffles her pages, a deck of shiny cards, deals out a fresh new hand. ~Barbara Crooker |
the valley of vision - puritan prayers
Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Thy glory. Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, that to have nothing is to possess all, that to bear the cross is to wear the crown, that to give is to receive, that the valley is the place of vision. Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter Thy stars shine; let me find Thy light in my darkness, Thy life in my death, Thy joy in my sorrow, Thy grace in my sin, Thy riches in my poverty, Thy glory in my valley.
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...to halt the tears and hide the scars...story of my life:/ it feels like it never. ends D: sometime everything will not be an issue for any of us and we will all take happy pills:)
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A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? Edgar Allan Poe |
Nobody
by Michael Laskey If you can't bring yourself to build a snowman or even to clench a snowball or two to fling at the pine tree trunk, at least find some reason to take you out of yourself: scrape a patch of grass clear for the birds maybe; prod at your shrubs so they shake off the weight, straighten up; or just stump about leaving prints of your boots, your breath steaming out. Promise. Don't let yourself in for this moment again: the end of the afternoon, drawing the curtains on the glare of the garden, a whole day of snow nobody's trodden. |
Hello askleyitaa
Welcome to Neuro Talk. I noticed you are new here and I want to say Hi to you. What you said in your post is true. sometimes the going is indeed rough! What ever happy pill you have I want one:). Neuro Talk is a good place to express ourselves. I need that too. I joined several years ago and just never left. I found great comfort here. Lots of good souls to hear our cries. I am glad you found this site. I hope you make some new friends too. ginnie
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