Sunday, September 12, 2004

Annies song

You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rainLike a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love youCome love me again
Let me give my life to youCome let me love youCome love me again
You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forestLike the mountains in springtimeLike a walk in the rainLike a storm in the desertLike a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my sensesCome fill me again
Words and music by John Denver

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

water

Water. You are soft and serene at most times but like Wind, you're scary when you're mad. You proabaly have a talent is singing and even your speaking voice is lovely. You have an innocent type of beauty that makes you look younger than you are and you like close relationships with people.

Monday, September 06, 2004

LIT-LULLABY

Lullaby lyrics
Hello there, how was your day?Sorry that I'm was away.Hello there, how is the weather?Sorry I'm not there to play....I'm trying just to make it better for youI know it's harder to understandI'm always gonna love youI promise you, I promiseI'm always thinking of youI promise, I promise youHello there, why are you crying?I know you're trying your best.To be good now for your motherHold her and tell her and you're gonna be OK.I never meant to make you feel so bad.Hope someday you'll understandI'm always gonna love youI promose you, I promiseI'm always thinking of youI promise, I promise youI swear I'm gonna make it up to youI know someday you'll understandI'm always gonna love youI promise you, I promiseAlways thinking of youI promise you, I promise
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Sunday, September 05, 2004

Annabel Lee

Poem lyrics of Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe.
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than loveI and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.

14 Months and 2 days!

~~~Wow!!!!! you are 14 months now-----such a big boy----exploring your world and everything in it!! really like to climb the chairs and get on top of the kitchen table!!!!! wow----you scare me because you have NO FEAR!
~~~~ 2 top teeth are fully in place and 3 bottom teeth are coming in nicely now---
You are such a well natured, good behaved little boy-----in stores, in the car..., playing...You are just amazing!!!!! Love you so much!!!!
xoxoxoxo I AM SO "proud" to be your momma!!!

love mommy--

Thursday, September 02, 2004

~the letter~ & Knoxville Girl

To Whomever:"I know you are feeling the pain of guilt and confusion. I understand that you wish all this never happened and that you wish it would just go away. I can even believe that you truly love me and that your indiscretion hurts you emotionally much the same way it hurts me. I understand your apprehension to me discovering little by little, everything that led up to your indiscretion, everything that happened that night, and everything that happened afterwards.I understand. No one wants to have a mistake or misjudgment thrown in his or her face repeatedly. No one wants to be forced to "look" at the thing that caused all their pain over and over again. I can actually see, that through your eyes, you are viewing this whole thing as something that just needs to go away, something that is over, that he/she doesn't mean anything to you, so why is it such a big issue? I can understand you wondering why I torture myself with this continuously, and thinking, doesn't he/she know by now that I love him/her? I can see how you can feel this way and how frustrating it must be. But for the remainder of this letter I'm going to ask you to view my reality through my eyes."You were there. There is no detail left out from your point of view. Like a puzzle, you have all the pieces and you are able to reconstruct them and be able to understand the whole picture, the whole message, or the whole meaning. You know exactly what that picture is and what it means to you and if it can effect your life and whether or not it continues to stir your feelings. You have the pieces, the tools, and the knowledge. You can move through your life with 100% of the picture you compiled. If you have any doubts, then at least you're carrying all the information in your mind and you can use it to derive conclusions or answers to your doubts or question. You carry all the "STUFF" to figure out OUR reality. There isn't really any information, or pieces to the puzzle that you don't have."Now let's enter my reality. Let's both agree that this affects our lives equally. The outcome no matter what it is well affect us both. Our future and our present circumstances are every bit as important to me as it is to you. So, why then is it okay for me to be left in the dark? Do I not deserve to know as much about the night that nearly destroyed our relationship as you do? Just like you, I am also able to discern the meaning of certain particulars and innuendoes of that night and just like you, I deserve to be given the opportunity to understand what nearly brought our relationship down. To assume that I can move forward and accept everything at face value is unrealistic and unless we stop thinking unrealistically I doubt our lives well ever "feel" complete. You have given me a puzzle. It is a 1000 piece puzzle and 400 random pieces are missing. You expect me to assemble the puzzle without the benefit of looking at the picture on the box. You expect me to be able to discern what I am looking at and to appreciate it in the same context as you. You want me to be as comfortable with what I see in the picture as you are. When I ask if there was a tree in such and such area of the picture you tell me don't worry about it, it's not important. When I ask whether there were any animals in my puzzle you say don't worry about it, it's not important. When I ask if there was a lake in that big empty spot in my puzzle you say, what's the difference, it's not important.Then later when I'm expected to "understand" the picture in my puzzle you fail to understand my disorientation and confusion. You expect me to feel the same way about the picture as you do but deny me the same view as you. When I express this problem you feel compelled to admonish me for not understanding it, for not seeing it the way you see it. You wonder why I can't just accept whatever you chose to describe to me about the picture and then be able to feel the same way you feel about it."So, you want me to be okay with everything. You think you deserve to know and I deserve to wonder. You may honestly feel that the whole picture, everything that happened is insignificant because in your heart you know it was a mistake and wish it never happened. But how can I know that? Faith? Because you told me so? Would you have faith if the tables were turned? Don't you understand that I want to believe you completely? But how can I? I can never know what is truly in your mind and heart. I can only observe you actions, and what information I have acquired and slowly, over time rebuild my faith in your feelings. I truly wish it were easier."So, there it is, as best as I can put it. That is why I ask questions. That is where my need to know is derived from. And that is why it is unfair for you to think that we can effectively move forward and unfair for you to accuse me of dwelling on the past. My need to know stems from my desire to hold our world together. It doesn't come from jealousy, it doesn't come from spitefulness, and it doesn't come from a desire to make you suffer. It comes from the fact that I love you. Why else would I put myself through this? Wouldn't it be easier for me to walk away? Wouldn't it be easier to consider our relationship a bad mistake in my life and to move on to better horizons? Of course it would, but I can't and the reason I can't is because I love you and that reason in itself makes all the difference in the world."


Knoxville girl





I met a little girl in Knoxville,

A town you all know well,

And every Sunday evening

Down in her home I'd dwell.

We went to take an evening walk

About a mile from town.

I picked a stick up off the ground

And knocked that fair girl down.



She fell down on her bended knees,

For mercy she did cry,

"Oh, Willie, Dear, don't kill me here

I'm not prepared to die."

She never spoke another word -

I only beat her more,

Until the ground around me

Within her blood did flow.



I took her by her golden curls

And dragged her round and round.

I threw her in the river

That flows through Knoxville town.

Go down, go down, you Knoxville girls

With the dark and shining eyes.

Go there, go there, you Knoxville girl -

You can never be my bride.



I lit for me a candle,

to light my way to bed.

I got for me a pillow,

to rest my weary head.



The police came down from Knoxville

And placed me in a jail.

My friends could not get pardon

Nor could they go my bail.

I'm here to waste my life away

Down in this dreary old cell,

Because I killed that Knoxville girl,

The girl I loved so well.

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