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INCUBUS: Wish you were here

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I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like
A thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment
I am happy, happy
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were
Here

I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles
A backlit canopy
With holes punched in it
I’m counting UFOs
I signal them with
My lighter
And in this moment
I am happy, happy

I, wish you were here
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were
Here
Wish you were here

I, oh

The world’s a rollercoaster
And I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care
While my hands are
Busy in the air
Saying

I, wish you were here
I, wish you were
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were here
I, wish you were
Here
Wish you were here

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aww…sweet!

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He liked Perl. She liked quilting. To impress her, he wrote some Perl programs to generate all the possible quilt blocks of a certain type, the output of which is shown here. When they got married, she made the program output into a quilt for him as a wedding gift.

sort of reminds me of me and my sweetie. *sigh*

floating off to sweet dreams. see you kids tomorrow, in a beautiful, nappy-time, sweet-rainy day tomorow!

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ROAD-SONG OF THE BANDAR-LOG –Rudyard Kipling

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HERE we go in a flung festoon,
Half-way up to the jealous moon!
Don’t you envy our pranceful bands?
Don’t you wish you had extra hands?
Wouldn’t you like if your tails were—so—
Curved in the shape of a Cupid’s bow?

Now you’re angry, but—never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

Here we sit in a branchy row,
Thinking of beautiful things we know;
Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do,
All complete, in a minute or two—
Something noble and grand and good,
Won by merely wishing we could.

Now we’re going to—never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

All the talk we ever have heard
Uttered by bat or beast or bird
Hide or fin or scale or feather
Jabber it quickly and all together!
Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!
Now we are talking just like men.

Let’s pretend we are . . . Never mind!
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
This is the way of the Monkey-kind!

Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines,
That rocket by where, light and high, the wild-grape swings.
By the rubbish in our wake, and the noble noise we make,
Be sure—be sure, we’re going to do some splendid things!

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Flipping through a book of maps
I come to rest on one of a land not so far from here, a place I’ve never been.
The location has a simple name, one that might make a good one for a pet.
I can see the home of the one I care most for, near the bay, not so far from a lighthouse.

I touch that point on the page, and feel the pulse of my finger there
beating, my heart-rate pressing in slow beats over her city
the tip warming with blood and love, I raise the pointer to my lips and kiss it softly,
imagining that she’s there, a tiny amoeba inside a ridge of my fingerprint.

my hand brushes along the page,
tracing a footpath along the beach with her
walking with shoes off watching the sea lap the shore.
a place where we would warm a bench, play horseshoes.

she could point out the old barn
the big tree in the field
a friendly horse or two
the place where she sings sometimes with her friends.

the sky is gray there, now
air getting cold, wind kicking up
I give her my jacket and my arm
the feeling of her close to me is better than anything else imaginable.

Everything I see reminds me of her
how she’d react, what she’d say
expressions, sounds, scents and emotions.
She touches every cell of my being, permeating, lightening me.

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Pompano Beach lighthouse Click to see larger image, in a new window.Back from walkies, figured I’d show you one of the things I see when I go up the beach a bit.

The lighthouse is actually a much further away, but you can see it on the horizon from the pier that I walk up to…a really nifty sight at night or in the early morning, especially during a dark, thick rain…it’s been a long time since I’ve seen it lit up, maybe two or three years… I’m about due to visit it in the dark again sometime…Sometimes I think about taking my sweetheart there, and comparing it to the one closer to where she lives.

I’d recite a sonnet to her… (Pardon me for clipping Billy Shakespeare’s 41st)

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies’ force,
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:
But these particulars are not my measure;
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ cost,
Of more delight than hawks or horses be;
And having thee, of all men’s pride I boast:
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away and me most wretched make.

All, because I do love her so. A walk along the beach with her, holding hands, watching the sunrise. She’s in my heart and with me wherever I decide to wander…thoughts of her heart beating next to mine, as well as inside it, her lips pressing against my own, our souls together, happy, and joined as one.

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Just got home.

Bleah.

Going to bed… got to talk with my sweetie, anyhow. 🙂

The Velveteen Rabbit

“…Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand…” (the Skin Horse)

nigh night. 🙂

p.s. http://www.main.gadclan.de/flash/dengdeng.swf

(silly, noisy, but fun)

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One year ago today, I met my sweetheart.

I’m amazed… it hardly seems that long… I can certainly say that with her in my life, the quality and comfort level for me has gone way up. I can’t say enough how in love with her I am, and how delighted I am to be loved by her.

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well, it’s raining, and my ride is about 10 minutes away, to whisk me home. 🙂

I’m incredibly antsy today, maybe I’ll transcribe some of my writing tests to the journal… I’ll see what this evening brings.

I feel poorly. I can’t wait to get home to (hopefully) a fixed ac and a lovey newton…. I’m still a bit anxious about my sweetheart, too.

I worry about my loves. I want them to be happy, healthy and comfortable.

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day 2 of hell week.

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Emotionally pleased at the moment, a nagging suspicion that I had was recently confirmed by Ornj has also helped me understand a bit of the more discordant side of our relationship. The positives have certainly outweighed the negatives by far and I still think she’s the ideal girl for me… I have mixed feelings about her current situation, but I’m primarily happy for her, considering what she’s had to deal with in the past. I don’t want to lose something this good, and I’ll make a point of stopping anything bad from happening.

gah. just reread that. vague, sloppy writing.
Maybe I’ll just shoot for the basics.

I love her. She loves me. That’s all that really matters when you get right down to it. I trust her totally, and feel in my heart that things will only get better. That’s more to the guts of it.

[edit – 2007: turned out she wasn’t completely honest there. didn’t come clean about her family at all… or her situation. turned out I was in love with a lie – she just told me enough truth to make the hidden stuff stay hidden. You were a dope, Scotto. Thank your lucky stars you were freed of that situation.]

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a few of the many reasons i love her.

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first of all, I don’t need any reasons. 🙂

but, I thought I’d share a few of her more wonderful characteristics.

amazingly kind – she’s done volunteer work, helped troubled teens, and is a generous, patient, and understandng teacher.

skilled out the wazoo – traditional, graphic arts, dance, well read, gardening…a vast list of others, too numerous to list right now.

beautiful – soft eyes, lovely smile, magnificent hair, gorgeous form

smart – can carry on a conversation about anything, and is willing to a lost art.

witty – good at being goofy, and clever too. able to maintain my interest for hours and hours…

*sigh*

I’ve got it bad.

[edit – 2007 – amazing what a few years and the truth coming out will do. Ah well, I’m in a much more loving place now than ever before, with a woman that makes me giddy whenever I touch her hand.]

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shel.

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on a nostalgia kick now.

here’s another.

The Little Boy and the Old Man

Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the old man, “I do that too.”
The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
“I do that too,” laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”
“But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
“I know what you mean,” said the little old man.

– Shel Silverstein