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She wears dreams of forgotten summers on her sleeves
whilst at the edges of autumn I sit to wait for fate..
painting a portrait of your mind on the front porch to mine.
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[Sep. 23rd, 2009|10:41 pm] |
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Last night i woke up reaching out for something i could see, that wasn't there.
I didn't know who i was, but i knew who i used to be.
I couldn't understand why i was still here - where we used to live - with bay windows facing a brick wall, just like that. With a star-shaped pattern on the roof, just the same. Why had i been put here again?
This was my previous life.
This is my previous life.
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[Jul. 21st, 2009|01:26 pm] |
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Heaven and glue,
but we couldn't make you.
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Turn off the voices in your head and take me to bed,
she said.
But where were you when you couldn't hear me? And why did you go?
You've been there before, and you’ll go there again. You might even be going there now – how can you
be sure if you don't remember the way? Writing messages on tiny scraps of paper, sticking them to the
walls of your mind: "Wrong way, turn back" - just in case you ever get this far again.
Where did you learn to forget like that? Can you teach me?
It was all a test and we didn't even turn up. Standing still on a road to nowhere, we'll never get there - and
when we do we'll sit at the gate and wait.. comparing notes.. written on tiny little torn-up pieces of time
and stuffed into pockets next to bright white bite-sized slices of a processed heaven packed into plastic
packets - but your synthetic saviour can't save us now. Can't escape our minds because it's all we have left.
It's nice to hold someone in your arms, but sometimes it's nicer to be held
We're moving closer but not going anywhere. Everything's different but nothing has changed - nothing
is still the same, and the same it will remain. All we'll ever gain is a better view of the unattainable truth
that we will never understand. To see what we can never have, and know what we can never be. It's not
too late to turn around, but it's too late to get back to the place where we should've turned around. One
way in and no way out.
Gingerbread men in gingerbread houses laugh as they watch us with their gingerbread eyes through
gingerbread windows
This isn't our home, yet this is where we belong. It's comforting in a kind of grey depressing way. Cold
expressionless faces stare out from every corner - occasionally looking to the sky in disbelief, still waiting
and hoping.. if only they knew.
My sympathetic tears weep as they fall, slipping through the cracks in a floor made from broken dreams.
What does it feel like not to feel?
Can you teach me?
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[Jul. 12th, 2009|03:52 pm] |
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Our focus becomes our reality.
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[Dec. 29th, 2008|11:26 am] |
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The endocopuss/hexapuss/weird-ass stuffed animal Flynty made for Mo : )
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[Sep. 27th, 2008|11:21 am] |
As of the morning of Tuesday 23rd September 2008.........
We are now Married!!!!!!! :D :D
And as such, i am the happiest man in the universe! : )
Beach ceremony was perfect... standing barefoot in the sand with my BEAUTIFUL bride! Mo looked gorgeous, Hawaii is gorgeous - and I was even able to hobble around without using crutches (result of a knee injury one week before wedding - playing soccer with Mo's nephews who are all of 2 & 6 years old!).
We have to wait 5 weeks for photos... but will hopefully try to put at least a few up soon.
Looking forward to sharing our excitement with everyone when back in the land of Oz!
WeeeHeeeeee! : )
Lots of love,
Mr. & Mrs. Noodle
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[Sep. 15th, 2008|10:16 am] |
Come with me to the edge of the mindfield
where beyond the noise of daily life
the veil has thinned and vibrant life is calling the soul home;
where lives touch each other
in the language of the heart,
where I meet myself in you
- G.Weber
Rules of the Road
I. The Road is trodden in the full light of day, thrown upon the Path by Those Who know and lead. Naught can then be hidden, and at each turn upon that Road a man must face himself.
II. Upon the Road the hidden stands revealed. Each sees and knows the villainy of each. And yet there is, with that great revelation, no turning back, no spurning of each other, no shakiness upon the Road. The Road goes forward into day.
III. Upon that Road one wanders not alone. There is no rush, no hurry. And yet there is no time to lose. Each pilgrim, knowing this, presses his footsteps forward, and finds himself surrounded by his fellowmen. Some move ahead; he follows after. Some move behind; he sets the pace. He travels not alone.
IV. Three things the Pilgrim must avoid. The wearing of a hood, a veil which hides his face from others; the carrying of a water pot which only holds enough for his own wants; the shouldering of a staff without a crook to hold.
V. Each Pilgrim on the Road must carry with him what he needs: a pot of fire, to warm his fellowmen; a lamp, to cast its rays upon his heart and show his fellowmen the nature of his hidden life; a purse of gold, which he scatters not upon the Road, but shares with others; a sealed vase, wherein he carries all his aspiration to cast before the feet of Him Who waits to greet him at the gate - a sealed vase.
VI. The Pilgrim, as he walks upon the Road, must have the open ear, the giving hand, the silent tongue, the chastened heart, the golden voice, the rapid foot, and the open eye which sees the light. He knows he travels not alone.
- Alice A. Bailey
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[Mar. 27th, 2008|10:15 pm] |
welcome home, Autumn
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[Jul. 1st, 2007|09:19 am] |
Mount Beauty
- My mum's place is, erm, somewhere in there between the lake and the hills : )
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[Jul. 1st, 2007|08:42 am] |
Sunset Point - Ko Tao - Thailand
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[Jun. 28th, 2007|08:23 pm] |
Sooooo as of yesterday, and after much months of forms and health checks and police checks and official documents and forms and whiteout and forms and more forms.... Mo was finally granted her Australian Temporary/Permanent Residency Visa!!!! : D
YAYYYY! :D
This means we can stay in OZ (customs had previously told us they wouldn't let her into the country again with only a tourist visa) and Mo can work wherever she wants (legally) and not have to spend $$ flying to NZ every three months and get medicare and study and we don't have to move to Hawaii or Guam (though that wouldn't have been so bad either : )...
Also, for anyone who may have missed it (neither of us have the greatest public announcing, or organising skills :D)... Mo & I are Engaged!! :D :D :D |
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[Jun. 21st, 2007|06:14 pm] |
Memories of shell beach
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[Jun. 21st, 2007|06:09 pm] |
...the gentle shrug of eternity.
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[Apr. 29th, 2007|11:35 am] |
Autumn's silent symphony...
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