ANGELINA17 October 2005 at 10:52pmPosts: 29 (0 today)Status: offline
John,cool that those thoughts are,only none of them are my own,they were /are a'Catalyst®Mysterious *waters below this weekend,with a fuzzy connection from the celestial sat·el·lite PC link-up..*Mysterious *waters below http://quake.wr.usgs.gov/recenteqs/Quakes/ci10147909.html* http://quake.wr.usgs.gov/recenteqs/Maps/118-33.htmlEarthquakes below me ,Yellow Moon on the rise....I lack the imagination for writing my own feelings, somewhere between the lumpers and the splitters and the bottom of the ocean floor floats my feelings,maybe one day will all get together for a party and Hammer some light into my stiil growing brain?But right now i feel like a compass,magnetic west charged!"..there is only Peter Gabriel.."
ANGELINA18 October 2005 at 12:15amPosts: 29 (0 today)Status: offline
http://www.a-e-m-gmbh.com/wessely/wasser.jpgChamberedin concise geometry spiraling to self containment propelled to depths beyond the fathoms or watery hypotheses into realms of dark capacitance charged across the Universe beneath the Sea The Seaanchors itself in the hold of mind imperative like the presence of a channel marker The audience is a sea,the stage an isle The first unseemly populated by a variegated cast astir with gestures, moves cacophonous before the act The second is devoid of life until the waves are stilled Then actors take their stance and so the play begins The agon on the stage, the one beyond the boards together one The island in the sea, the tides around the shore The parts become a whole
ANGELINA18 October 2005 at 12:47amPosts: 29 (0 today)Status: offline
The lights glow. What will happen next? Night has fallen. The rain stops. What will happen next? Night will deepen. He does not know What I will say to him. When he has gone I'll have a word in his ear And say what I was about to say At the meeting about to happen Which has now taken place. But he said nothing At the meeting about to take place. It is only now that he turns and smiles And whispers:'I do not know What will happen next.'
ANGELINA18 October 2005 at 12:52amPosts: 29 (0 today)Status: offline
... Yet I lunatic from lunatic spheres,
ANGELINA18 October 2005 at 12:56amPosts: 29 (0 today)Status: offline
My emotions are the oceanMy feelings are the seaUp bursts my happinessWater flooding the shoreFilling to the brim with sea foam and smilesMy emotions are the oceanMy feelings are the seaDown- trodden sadnessAloneAs the tide rolls inDeep, dark, and unknownUnder the smooth joyous surfaceIt churnsMy emotions are the oceanMy feelings are the seaAnger bubbling forthUnrestrained it surgesWindswept and monstrousDragging allDown to its icy depthsMy emotions are the oceanMy feelings are the seaIn the middleIs where I try to stayBut a few whitecaps are sure to come my way
ANGELINA18 October 2005 at 1:55amPosts: 29 (0 today)Status: offline
Paul Cronin18 October 2005 at 5:01pmPosts: 109 (0 today)Status: offline
Today I ride the ScreeElectric FingersEveryone today seems to be a genius todayAsk me a question and we just Google it awayInternetic devotion with a dose emotionAll sense of the obvious loaded to a page with words to rageMisinformation curving our spines to dance to its tuneDulling our awareness of our surroundings and basic feelingsThe brain an uncertain trainChildren stare at the screenThey don?t have to writeThey don?t even have to fight for itIt all comes with a price tagI pod, U pod, Blackberry, distant ferry to another weak connection ?can you hear me now?Everyone?s talking with out saying much, I?m on the train, you?re on the trainThese tracks never meet with the touch of reality Well informed but when the circumstance arises a response we cannot musterWhen sky begins to fall because we have built ourselves so tallThe simple gestures of trust and participation escapes US all.The brain an uncertain trainWaiting for input from the sensesBut without our safety net up go the defensesInternet coffee shop, a ticket in the mail from the virtual copCan we ever find the courage to talk to each other?Paul Cronin 2005
Synnie18 October 2005 at 5:45pmPosts: 4169 (0 today)Status: offline
not mine, but for this moonclub and its peopleand as a theme for many works of art, I did)from Rumi.Thou and I Joyful the moment when we sat in the bower, Thou and I;In two forms and with two faces - with one soul, Thou and I.The colour of the garden and the song of the birds give the elixir of immortalityThe instant we come into the orchard, Thou and I.The stars of Heaven come out to look upon us -We shall show the moon herself to them, Thou and I.Thou and I, with no 'Thou' or 'I', shall become one through our tasting;Happy, safe from idle talking, Thou and I.The spirited parrots of heaven will envy us -Wen we shall laugh in such a way, Thou and I.This is stranger, that Thou and I, in this corner here...Are both in one breath here and there - Thou and I.
ANGELINA18 October 2005 at 7:17pmPosts: 29 (0 today)Status: offline
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Pushing through green waters Symbol of joy You leap from the depths To touch the sky Scattering spray Like handfuls of jewels Not caged by union rules Unfettered by sales targets No trains or planes to catch Your time is set by the flow Of the sea's tides And the moon's glow You give us images of ecstasy That we lock away Behind the doors of memory For quiet moments When released from our possessions We dream of a freedom like yours(Dolphins and man...equals?) http://www.wiu.edu/users/emp102/DolphinWeb/index.htmhttp://www.tursiops.org/delphina/ Dolphins diving here and there,Over the waves without a care.Lazily gliding through the sea,Perfect animals so gentle and free.Happily they talk and play,In the water they frolic all day.Naturally beautiful and smart,Surely a wonderful work of art. See them playing in the moon light,watch them dancing a song.Have they cared for each other?There is no question of course,they deserve to be treasured as a source of love.In their minds there are answers,and in time we will know,what the truth is about of what all we don't know.They have no rule for hatred,though they have suffered much pain."From the race we call human, we are afraid a lot."If I can only help to ride on with my dolphin song,then I have lived what I was set out to do.If I can only make one man a will, one passing care, then I fulfilled what I promised to.Let us hope it is not too late,and that we can mend all the pain we have inflicted on a friend.We were born with a freedom,we were born with a truth,why then we abuse if we could choose to love. http://www.tursiops.org/delphina/CalDol15s.jpghttp://thedolphinplace.com/main.htmlhttp://www.orca-live.net/about_ol/links.html :> http://kynetiks.tripod.com/id7.html
foxtrotter18 October 2005 at 11:21pmPosts: 100 (0 today)Status: offline
could this be a brad situation?
ANGELINA18 October 2005 at 11:40pmPosts: 29 (0 today)Status: offline
ANGELINA18 October 2005 at 11:44pmPosts: 29 (0 today)Status: offline
:> Still LOVE the Beaver ,FOXTROTTER??those are all the cool connections i could find on the net..Just thought i would save some sea animal lovers some time,as this could serve as a reference?Thinking of you in peace on the moony sea tonight Peace from A
ANGELINA19 October 2005 at 12:11amPosts: 29 (0 today)Status: offline
res://C:\WINDOWS\System32\shdoclc.dll/navcancl.htm#http://www.real.com/products/realone/040323IPMr1pBG_v1.html:> The Moon is distant from the Sea?And yet, with Amber Hands?She leads Him?docile as a Boy?Along appointed Sands?He never misses a Degree?Obedient to Her EyeHe comes just so far?toward the Town?Just so far?goes away?Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand?And mine?the distant Sea?Obedient to the least commandThine eye impose on me? Serenade of the Sea.Rushing, swirling, Leaping, whirling, The tide comes rising high; And sings a daily serenade When sun and moon go by. Evermore, evermore, I the sea, and you the shore, Tides of love and ecstasy, Surge within the heart of me. Dancing, swinging, Chanting, singing, Symphonious song of sea; Attuned to nature's vibrant chords, In perfect harmony. Evermore, evermore, I the sea, and you the shore, When the moon unfolds above, Stronger grow my tides of love. Heart outpouring, Murmuring, soaring, The song waves fill the shore; And sea shells echo down the years, The sea song o'er and oer. Evermore, evermore, I the sea, and you the shore, Deep in ever changing tides, Eternal melody abides. Shining Moon over the SeaA silver orb,Hung in the sky,Surrounded by the sparkling stars,A velvet backdrop,For the play of life,The sea ruffled like lace,Powerful waves crash on the sand,The metallic reflection on the water,Rippling as the surface breaks. res://C:\WINDOWS\System32\shdoclc.dll/navcancl.htm#http://www.real.com/products/realone/040323IPMr1pBG_v1.html Who are you, to claim the moonin song or verse, letters or notes?What if I wanted to see her faceand not remember yours?And what if the moon, seeing me, and she recalling you,would mourn and the seas stop swaying?I would blame you, and would let the walrus know,his tusks gleaming yellow and white with stale, unshaken sea salt.And he and I and the moon, would sit under dying palms,by the still water of the sea,and we would write to right the wrongs,and claim the moon for me.--------------------Some people have said that the second stanza makes them stumble a bit. Mind you that it's still being worked on. Let me know what you think.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------And now for the revised:Who are you, to claim the moonin song or verse, letters or notes?What if I wanted to see her faceand not remember yours?And what if the moon, seeing me and recalling you,would mourn and the seas stop swaying?I would blame you, and would let the walrus know,his tusks gleaming yellow and white with stale, unshaken sea salt.And he and I and the moon, would sit under dying palms,by the still water of the sea,and we would write to right the wrongs,and claim the moon for me.-----------------Eh? better? Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? All who love me. Are you not tired with rolling, and never Resting to sleep? Why look so pale, and so sad, as forever Wishing to weep? Ask me not this, little child, if you love me; You are too bold;I must obey my dear Father above me, And do as I'm told. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea.Lady Moon, Lady Moon whom are you loving? All who love me. 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 love ? I and my Annabel Lee ? With a love that the wingéd seraphs in 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 high-born kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre, In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me ? Yes! ? that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we ? Of many far wiser than we ? And neither the angels in Heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: ? For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: ? And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling ? my darling ? my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea ? In her tomb by the sounding sea. Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. THERE IS A TOWN IN NORTH ONTARIOWITH DREAMS COMFORT MEMORY DESPAIRAND IN MY MIND I STILL NEED A PLACE TO GO ALL MY CHANGES WERE THEREBLUE BLUE WINDOWS BEYOND THE STARSYELLOW MOON SHE'S ON THE RISE BIG BIRDS ARE FLYING ACROSS THE SKYTHROWING SHADOWS ON ONE EYESTHE CHAINS ARE ON THE TOP OF THE DOOR BABY PLEASE HELD ME SOMEHOWBLUE BLUE WINDOWS BEYOND THE STARSYELLOW MOON SHE'S ON THE RISE BIG BIRDS ARE FLYING ACROSS THE SKYTHROWING SHADOWS ON ONE EYES soloBLUE BLUE WINDOWS BEYOND THE STARSYELLOW MOON SHE'S ON THE RISE BIG BIRDS ARE FLYING ACROSS THE SKYTHROWING SHADOWS ON ONE EYESHELPLESS HELPLESS HELPLESS HELPLESSpeace from A