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giving in A leaf shudders and moves as a gentle midnight breeze gathers its courage to disturb the peace. It traces a delicate spiral, the lone dancer on a stage that all can see. Just behind a fleck of red pushes upward arching, reaching, tempted to touch the closest thing to it. An outstretched hand allows it to gently settle there, amid that quietness. Now my arm quivers, the wind has found its voice, told all that it still haunts this place. Whispered a tale to captivate an audience, turned its back just as all listened and faded. In that hand, cold, quaking, like a hand that searches for life in a loved one, nothing remains. Vision starts to distort and before the trees can move to comfort a soul the first tears fill the empty expression that still tries to cheer others. Small tremors quake the shoulders into submission, small tremors force the mind to realise what was lost, what was never caught. In the dark, a tale is told in silhouettes, voices drift on the wind, and images blur and shift. It seems a far off place, a distant dream, too real to be anything else. The tale talks of happiness, of love, of troubles, of joy, of loss. The feelings deaden within, back to the job at hand as the game face presents itself. A comment on a tired face, some sadness passes my ears. All else is blocked, no colours grace the grass. The fire wanes and dulls. The eyes don't pierce so much anymore, they don't see what is snuck underneath this paper thin shell. The winds graceful words beckon not to turn away. A tree sheds its tears, pleads to tell them why. But the colours fade; fade back to blue black skies, to the way things are meant to be. A smile widens, prophesy of a good night ahead. These eyes grow heavy, burdened with guilt for giving in to a colourless world.  ~ Jolielaide  |
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Every living soul will pass away someday. When? No one knows. But, if you did, wouldn't it be harder to die? ~ Jolielaide
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9/22/2008 10:21 am |
someone told me... when u die, u wouldn't know it anymore  once ur dead...ur dead...who cares?   
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9/22/2008 2:24 pm |
Time passes like the winter wind. It is felt for the moment - intensely And like the wind, fades away into the darkness of the past. IT CAN NEVER BE RECAPTURED, NEVER RETURNED. It is a single coming and going - Every moment comes but once, lingers a while, and is gone. More precious than gold, more common than stones, It is an element one never has enough of. It produces a thirst for MORE, and like a drug, it takes effect and arouses a craving for it, Only when one finds that he is losing it, FOREVER. ~ I will always be a Maverick
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if that's what you prefer sweetheart ~ Jolielaide
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someone told me... when u die, u wouldn't know it anymore once ur dead...ur dead...who cares? not when you're already dead  coz if you're 6 feet under the ground already... the worms will eat your "pakpak"  ~ Jolielaide
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Time passes like the winter wind. It is felt for the moment - intensely And like the wind, fades away into the darkness of the past. IT CAN NEVER BE RECAPTURED, NEVER RETURNED. It is a single coming and going - Every moment comes but once, lingers a while, and is gone. More precious than gold, more common than stones, It is an element one never has enough of. It produces a thirst for MORE, and like a drug, it takes effect and arouses a craving for it, Only when one finds that he is losing it, FOREVER. Close all that you have worked on. You ask far too much. ~ Jolielaide
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9/23/2008 12:59 pm |
Only getting back into blogging. Couldn't wait to read the 'Radio' blog properly. If I was counting the days to my death, I'll ensure I make the most of time I'd no longer have with those I love and care for. Yet fall always create such bright and earthy coloured crispy leaves crunching under my feet as I toss them upwards playfully towards my play mate.    within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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9/23/2008 1:00 pm |
V. Woolf in To the Lighthouse highlights the transience of life and Man's mortality. "it was all as ephemeral as a rainbow" within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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Only getting back into blogging. Couldn't wait to read the 'Radio' blog properly. If I was counting the days to my death, I'll ensure I make the most of time I'd no longer have with those I love and care for. Yet fall always create such bright and earthy coloured crispy leaves crunching under my feet as I toss them upwards playfully towards my play mate. the colours!!! nature really is the greatest artist and some of us could only try to imitate its wonders ~ Jolielaide
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V. Woolf in To the Lighthouse highlights the transience of life and Man's mortality. "it was all as ephemeral as a rainbow" thanks for the tip ~ Jolielaide
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9/25/2008 8:49 am |
nature really is the greatest artist and some of us could only try to imitate its wonders I really love this statement. Thanks very much. Have you ever read? [blog [post 66091] ] within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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read it  ~ Jolielaide
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