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| General |  In Memory of Ruslana Korshunova
PJ Harvey-The Devil Lyrics
As soon as I'm left alone
The devil wanders into my soul
And I pretend to myself
And I pretend to myself
I go out
To the old milestone
Insanely expecting
You to come there
Knowing that I wait for you there
That I wait for you there
Come!
Come!
Come here at once
Come!
Come
On a night with no moon
Because all of my being is now in pining
All of my being is now in pining
What formerly had cheered me
Now seems
Insignificant
Insignificant
God And The Devil
Poetry. Music, Nature, Deep Conversations with like minded as well as non like minded individuals, Trying to understand those things that cannot be explained as well as accepting those things that can be, socializing, being a hermit, long walks, beaches, mountains, forests, deserts.
Poetry from the 1500's~European Art~Classical Music~Realistic images done in pencil or oil~Meditteranean cooking~Sushi~Italian cusines~Wines~interior/exterior designs~renaissance era~dark ages~greek and roman mythology~Egyptian Period~Piano and Guitar~Gardening~ | | Music | AshesAndGoldust~ Rose Mcgowan~ Tori Amos~ Ani Difranco~ Kate Bush~ Nick Cave~ Leonard Cohen~ Kylie Monogue~ Rob Zombie~ P.J. Harvey~ The Divine Madness~ Smashing Pumpkins~Especially the Adore Album Natalie Merchant~ Cake~ The Gorillaz~ Bauhaus~ Scarling~ The Cure~ Black Tape For a Blue Girl~ Madonna~ The Beatles-While My Guitar Gently Weeps,George Harrison~ Elvis-Some people claim he could be my daddy lol. The White Stripes~ LadyTron~ Believe it or not I use to listen to Patsy Cline non-stop but retired when it got too compulsive. "I go out walking, after midnight searching for you..." Loretta Lynn~ Johnny Cash~ I love older country music the classics~ Thalia~ THE ROLLING STONES~hell yeah "I see a red door and I want it painted black, no colors anywhere I want it painted black, I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head while my darkness goes!..." The Doors~"People are strange, when you're a stranger-faces look ugly when you're alone. Women seem wicked when you're unwanted, streets are uneven-When you're down, when you're strange..." Nancy Sinatra-These boots are made for walking~ Mamas and the Papas~ Journey~ John Lennon~ Creedence Clearwater Revival-Bad Moon Rising~ Metallica~ Garbage~ Shirley Manson~ Swing Music~ Big Bad VooDoo Daddies~Zoot Suit Riot...The Afterlife... Fleetwood Mac~ Stevie Nicks~ Billy Holliday~ DIO~ Rush 911~ Pink Floyd~ AC/DC~ Janis Joplin~ Pat Benetar~ The Bangles~ Susanna Hoffs~ Bach I love Bach classical in it's original composition using a harpsichord~ Black Sabbath~ Ozzy~ Johnny Cash~ 69 Eyes~ Rave~ Techno~ EuroDance~ House~ Industrial~ DJ Irene~ DJ Baby Anne~ Hard House~ Bass~ Trance~ Industrial~ If it comes to my head I will add it later... | | Movies | Great Expectations, The Song Of Bernadette, Classics~Mary Shelly's Frankenstein, The Bride Of Frankenstein, The Countess Dracula, Bram Stokers Dracula, Nosferatu, SwingTime, Breakfast At Tiffany's, Amityville Horror, The Exorcist, Samson And Delilah, The Greatest Story Ever Told, Jesus Of Nazareth, Copycat, Contact, Children Of The Corn, Halloween series, Friday The 13th 1,2,3, The Count of Monte Cristo, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Elizabeth, Marie Antoinette, James Bond, Carrie, Carrie The Rage, Christine, Poltergeist, A River Runs Through It, Donnie Darko, The Good Girl, House On Haunted Hill, What Ever Happened To Baby Jane, Biographies, Passion Of Christ, 200 Cigarettes, Interview With The Vampire, Jawbreaker, The Black Dhalia, 10 Things I hate About You, Psycho, The Outsiders, Red Dawn, Phantoms, Foreign Films, Documentaries. Anne Bancroft, Betty Davis, Vivian Leigh, Lauren Bacall, Ginger Rogers, Betty Grable, Betty Paige. "Classy Doll no other way to be never share your secrets until your under the covers." | | Television | History Channel, Biography Channel, E Network, Style Network, Sci-Fi. | | Books | Everything....Anne Rice, Anne Rampling, Aliens series, UFO stories, paranormal, bigfoots, spontaneous combustion, ghost stories, war novels, history, futuristory, TEXT BOOKS, Dreams, astral, telepathy, telekinesis, transforming, mind books.
Currently I am reading Power of The Mind, apparently I have no control over it. I love to read The Works Of Lord Byron and Edgar Allen Poe stories but to not sound too cliche I enjoy reading about Neurophilosophy by Patricia Smith Churchland, Tori Amos Piece By Piece, Biographies about J.F.K, Elvis Presley, Jackie Kennedy Onassis, The Onassis', Queen Elizabeth the First, The Saints. Study of Psychology and the Paranormal, Edgar Cayce, Nostradamus, Sylvia Browne. If there ever was a world so filled with beauty in it would lie the works of these great poets... 1.) Lord Byron~ DARKNESS by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824) had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones, The palaces of crowned kings--the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd And twin'd themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food. And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again: a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thought--and that was death Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrails--men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devour'd, Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answer'd not with a caress--he died. The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they rak'd up, And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died-- Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless-- A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surge-- The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them--She was the Universe. 2.) Edgar Allen Poe~ Alone From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. Edgar Allan Poe 3.) William Blake~ A Dream Poem lyrics of A Dream by William Blake. Once a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: "Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me." Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied, "What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night? "I am set to light the ground, While the beetle goes his round: Follow now the beetle's hum; Little wanderer, hie thee home!" 4.) William Wordsworth~ William Wordsworth The Solitary Reaper Poem lyrics of The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?-- Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending;-- I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
 | | Heroes | Mother Goddess and Father God to this I add this story... Some people saw darkness when they closed their eyes. I saw light and passing through that light were angels beyond angels. Some people saw God and some did not. Some were surrounded by an outer fate they determined Satan. I saw a white horse and standing there with the scroll to the tree of life was Joshua. My friends you can suffocate yourselves with primordial beliefs of superstition and institutions they call organizations that demean all other things that are not associated within that group. And we can place blame upon a God that 29% of the time no one truly believes in. Sincerely it is the responsibility of each of us to except our own faults and blame in this mass hysteria they call mortality. Maybe it can be just a dream and you are the one in control. Maybe each of us had control the day we were born but with a lack of faith could not achieve the impossible. And who was your Father he will ask? And your mother did you show comfort and care? With a reply my parents were assholes controlling bastards that wanted me to suffer and waste my life away. To this the voice answered than you have chosen your parents and as human as they are will never be as perfect as God. And some will answer there is no God and in reply it will answer and there is no you. And some will say Satan is my Father. And the voice will concede that he too was a creation from God. God is not an institution and I am not a preacher. Australia just suffered a major cyclone. New Orleans has been torn from her roots and my body suffers constant rottage as does everyone else's. I believe in the lost Magdalene books I believe humans have tried to exterminate. Because Mary believed that the body was a burial and that it was worth nothing without the soul. I too believe that our bodies are as our names created from the parents of genetic imperfection and that perfection lies within the spiritual. I don't believe in all the hypocrisy of following Christ I believe there can only be one to follow and that is God. There are many antichrists and superficials who like to parade in armani suits and vulture slanders. Who are we individually if we need human leaders? Thought of The Day Ashly @copyrighted 2006 |
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| Status: | In a Relationship | | Here for: | Networking, Friends | | Body type: | Athletic | | Religion: | Christian - other | | Zodiac Sign: | Scorpio | | Children: | Someday | | Occupation: | Computer Networking Technician | | Income: | $250,000 and Higher |
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