.– …. .- – / . …- . .-. / …. .- .–. .–. . -. . -.. / – — / . .-.. .. … … /

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull’d by the moonlight have all pass’d a way!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng, —
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E’en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, —
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

I love her, and she loves me.

*incredibly happy*

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

do stream of thought- automatic writing when at home.

mauracelt may’ve put me on to something.

woo. got up at 6am so I could do my walk.

I’m awake now, but I wash I didn’t have to go to bed so early last night… vivid dreams, wrote them down so they wouldn’t get showered away after my walk…. they’ll get posted probably when I get home tonight.

anyhoo, good morning, and I hope I can read other folks journals! I’ve missed you guys!!

*hugs*

I.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat:
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!

II.

Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh! let us be married; too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the bong-tree grows;
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

III.

“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

and back online!

BAD WORLD: Bad Exorcist

rather mean to catholics, but an interesting read.

I’m here again, at work. I just left 11 or so hours ago. I hope I don’t have to stay past 8pm tonight!

http://www.disturbingauctions.com/ is my current link of interest. just in time for the holidays!

glad to see the lj site back up… hard to post or read last night.

I can’t read anything here tonight!

ooh. this is one I hadn’t heard in a while, but just got today.

“Wow. I bet you’d be a great dad.”

*beam*

I can’t read comments in folk’s journals!

[Error: Missing right curly or square bracket at talklib2.pl line 128, at end of line syntax error at talklib2.pl line 128, at EOF Compilation failed in require at (eval 27) line 10, line 1286. ]

Eunuch Elected Mayor of Indian Town

http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20001126/od/eunuch_dc_1.html

I guess the times, they are changin’.

Happy Birthday, Maus!!!

Pink Acacia, Fern, White Jasmine, White Lily, Lily of the Valley, Orchid….

meanings can be found here.

Sugar Magnolia

Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming, heads all empty and I don’t care,
Saw my baby down by the river, knew she’d have to come up soon for air.

Sweet blossom come on, under the willow, we can have high times if you’ll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature, rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.

She’s got everything delightful, she’s got everything I need,
Takes the wheel when I’m seeing double, pays my ticket when I speed

She comes skimmin’ through rays of violet, she can wade in a drop of dew,
She don’t come and I don’t follow, waits backstage while I sing to you.

Well, she can dance a Cajun rhythm, jump like a willys in four wheel drive.
She’s a summer love for spring, fall and winter. She can make happy any man alive.

Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebell, caught up in sunlight, come on out singing
I’ll walk you in the sunshine, come on honey, come along with me.

She’s got everything delightful, she’s got everything I need,
A breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight, lazing in the sunshine yes
indeed.

Sometimes when the cuckoo’s crying, when the moon is half way down,
Sometimes when the night is dying, I take me out and I wander around, I wander
’round.

Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees, going where the wind goes
Blooming like a red rose, breathing more freely,
Ride our singin’, I’ll walk you in the morning sunshine
Sunshine, daydream. Sunshine, daydream. Walking in the sunshine.