Delerium, Enigma, Nightwish, Epica, Evanescence, the Tea Party, Loreena McKennitt, Dead Can Dance/Lisa Gerrard, Hans Zimmer, Danny Elfman, John Williams, Carmina Burana (Carl Orff), Phantom of the Opera, Beethoven, Tchaikovski, Mozart (esp. Requiem), some Godsmack, some Marilyn Manson (his remixes of older songs), Stevie Nicks, Sarah McLaughlin, Natalie Merchant, some Sting (namely, "Desert Rose")
Movies
What Dreams May Come, Gladiator, The Last Samurai, Lord of the Rings, Pan's Labyrinth, Finding Neverland, Batman Begins, the Matrix trilogy, Star Wars (the classic three, more so than the new ones, though the last was a bit more satisfying), Willow, the Illusionist, the Prestige, Ladyhawke, Donny Darko, Narnia, the Sixth Sense, the Fountain
Books
Neil Gaiman (especially Sandman), Anne Rice, Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier, Jonathon Strange and Mr Norell by Susanna Clarke, Robert Holdstock, Stephen Lawhead (esp. his Albion trilogy), J.R.R. Tolkien, the Chronicles of Narnia, Orson Scott Card, Frank Miller's work on Batman and Daredevil, Frank Herbert's Dune, George R.R. Martin, His Dark Materials, Anything I can get my hands on fiction and nonfiction, depending on my mood and mindset.
Heroes
Elemental love
Siren's Echo's Details
Status:
Single
Here for:
Friends
Orientation:
Straight
Religion:
Other
Zodiac Sign:
Leo
Education:
Some college
Siren's Echo Evidently, Groveland doesn't have any sort of food drive program. A. and I are talking about starting one... Posted at 8:07 PM Nov 16 view more
About me:
The deep red surges beneath my feet as I
Melt into the yawning chasm and
Flow like lava and
Crystalize like magma like
Obsidian's sheened surface
Mirroring black starry eyes that See
The tulmultous swirl of my
Past, Present, Future
Of Deep Dreaming Living
Dying to solidity
As Thought becomes Breath
(Copyright 2003 by Amy Robbins)
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What is this thing
That you do to me?
Ecstatic agony is this
Breath of a dream being
A cacophony of whispers is
Shrouded by Long Past Forgotten
Forever remembered
Never lost.
The call... the call
Forever the call!
(But where is the siren
This son of the deep
This lord of torments?)
Surface to drown this wandering soul
Emerge to ensnare
With haunted dirge
Valley of Shadows
Haunted by Friend Death
(I need no shepherd's crook!)
I walk alone by moonlight
And carry the stars at my breast
Path behind is darkened
Path before is black
Sing my Light
The sighs of a dream
Seek entrance to life
Lest I never wake
(Copyright 2005 by Amy Robbins)
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Flaming petals rise as I
Kneel in blackened earth
Scraping, scratching
Scorched earth burning grieving fingers
Searching for cloven heart
Half a heart
Smoke rises
Incense of death
Sacrifice of rebirth
Golden bloom meets red
Sleep, dream, awake...
Still with cloven heart
Far I wander, far I search
Memory is as drifting incense
Light of day should not blind so!
A formless voice beckons
As ghostly bindings tighten
With beauty agonized enraptured
I grasp at smoke
Breathe of curling incense
Dream of whispering breezes that tickle my lips
And echo of the cloven heart
(Copyright 2003 by Amy Robbins)
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If one can unravel these delirious ramblings,
Illuminate the riddle,
Unearth the mystery of old—
These images, these trapped spirits of fleshless eternity
That linger just behind the eyes,
Just past bloodstained words,
A stumbling step into a half-forgotten dream:
Of fire and ash-choked wind,
Of tears falling into a blackened pool,
Of crystals that capture the eyes with stolen light.
The song that was carried on the wind.
The eternity-endless-black depths of a raven's eye
As it looked upon the broken angel in the snow.
Flight and fury and prismatic dance.
Dauntless time, empty time. Meaningless time.
Whispers in the night, caresses of dreams alive, living, dreaming.
Do you know? Do you understand?
Has the song awakened once more,
Within shells battered and barren,
Ceaselessly stumbling,
But housing That which Came Before,
And That which is Yet to Be?
What is the Tide bringing?
Why does the path seem so dark?
Destiny is Choice
Honesty with Fortitude,
With Heart,
With purity of soul,
Alchemy.
Does Love weave this song?
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And the stars danced, and she danced with them.
And they looked upon her from the heavens,
And saw her joy for them,
And they let fall some of their light into her eyes...
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Sometimes words fail, and souls must touch to communicate. Here is a catharsis of sorts, a flow of images and flimsy articulations which attempt to capture the spirit of what lies beyond...
I am, as is probably apparent from my page, an artist, as well as something of a writer. I've done some bit of travelling in my relatively short life, mostly within the U.S., but also briefly in Mexico, and I hope to do still more in the near future. I have a fascination with all things mythical, especially Celtic. I consider myself somewhat out of step with most of the world, perhaps being of a different essence, a different place, a different time. It makes life something of a lonely journey at times, but I've found that I can never be anything other than myself-- I seem incapable of keeping up such a facade for extended periods of time. So, I've kept to the habit, instead, of silence, and observation, in my dealings with most people. I could be considered shy, I suppose, and I certainly was in my younger years. However, where I do not speak, I tend to write, and write, and write, whether people read or no. *smiles* My soul is laid bare in these writings... I rarely hold back, so if such honesty offends you, you likely will not feel comfortable on this page, because such ramblings are precisely what I fill it with. I am a dichotomy of Light and Dark, of gentleness and ferocity, of peace and chaos. I can be the soothing voice of comfort in the night, and I can be the avenging angel, hair crackling with lightning, eyes flaming. Never, ever, EVER violate an innocent in my presence, if you value your sanity. But, if you have need of a sympathetic ear, of compassion and gentle honesty, I will provide them. I am *not* looking to cyber, and I'm not here to date, though I suppose the possibility is always open if the right one comes along (and that is a very, very specific "right one").
My artwork: http://www.freewebs.com/mirrorsanddoors
This is a new personal page. My art networking page is http://www.myspace.com/mirrors_and_doors
Please note that the writing and artwork I have created and shared on this site belongs to me. I'm willing to share, but please ask permission and give credit where it is due.
In the heart of someone who cares then the compassion is big, and unique as
is the
universe in which you dwell and spread this beauty!
If I can sense the beauty in our friendship, then I vibrate to a higher; and more humble future; that of true
love and devotion to all beings in this universe; how sweet!
Love to you.
For there is a tale of two; a man; and a woman; they have loved; and intertwined their souls; to make it an
endless universe. If the stars & moon in this universe here their cries, then all will be fulfilled, just it seems
endless in time.
Always wishing success of love; and trueness of being to you.
Shizuka
Thank Ya for addin' me! I appreciate that about the "art", though I know it's amateur at best. Hopefully it'll get better as I go along. Peace and Prosperity, Blessin's and a Great Weekend I wish Ya! 8)
So nice to meet you! Feel free to email me anytime, I would love to hear from you.
Thanks for the friendship!!!
Horror & Hugs, Michelle Lundy Erotic Horror Artist & Author
P.S. If you would like to check out some of my work, feel free to stop by my photo albums & blog. And don't forget to vote on your favorite cover art design for my current novel in the works, Inside a Vampire's Mind: Salvation (see blog for details). Hurry! Voting ends on Halloween!
No-One would ever need to crave respect if they remained 'One' with nature & the Chi present in all-Omnipresent. Which gives us our essence in the beginning!! It is the selfishness and malice which destroys more than just respect! Freedom of malice comes from respect, empathy & compassion to all Creatures & Beings. This is what I believe; and can say for thousands; and millions, as we are all; the same! Which path will you take? No false honor, just completely true to your very core-your heart knows how to be just this! It can only happen when you listen, truly listen; and keep listening!
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Ohayo, To sit in a tree all day long, may gain you a view and a perspective, yet all one can do is sway towards decisions. Action is what is needed; so climb down and use the heights of thought to change your world for the better. Shizuka Kaji
The consciousness of the warrior's mind, will also allow him/herself NOT to even step on a Lady Bug. ~Shizuka Kaji~
I am here, wishing you to try and be well, accept your decisions, just be sure to make decisions, from well kept thoughts & heartfelt passion. Wishing you well. Shizuka
A Dictionary of Celtic Mythology - Spriggan folklore Spriggan. Dour, ugly warrior fairy of Cornish tradition, they are the closely related to the Piskies, but were generally believed to be darker and more dangerous than their mischievous cousins. Whereas Piskies are generally described as being cheerful and fun loving, Spriggans are more spiteful and full of malice, directed at humans in the form of evil tricks. Some say they are wandering spirits of long-extinct giants, which were once thought to have roamed Cornwall in the time before time. Spriggans are now very small but may inflate themselves into monstrous forms; See "shapeshifting". Found around cairns, cromlechs, and ancient barrows, they are guardian faerys that protect treasure buried under henges and dolmens, but are also responsible for bringing storms and the destruction of buildings and crops. Like piskies, they may also abduct children and replace them with their own kind, a common trait in many of the fairy races of folklore.
The other 8 parts are on youtube for the pillaging! I bid ye a glorious weekend wee lassie!
I was just out of creativity flow for like 1.5 years, so yeah I know its something that will return to you in its own time. Lol, well I had to learn not to force it either. ;) Good to hear from you and keep sending you all my best and love! Oh and nice to hear you love it - was smthg rather different for me to do - but ah who I am speaking to, you of all know what creativity is like. ;)
Woa - I think I am finally through all the health sh**! I hope all is well there? How do you feel? How is it going at work? I am thinking of you and send you all my best and love! :)
To celebrate the completion of my second poetry book, Worn Pajamas, I will be offering my first book, Life Inside Pajamas: A Poetic Look at Modern Society, as a FREE download. Just my way of saying thanks for the support over the years. Check out my blog for info how to download.
So good to hear from you! :) Oh how I would love to be in California! I hope you have an excellent time there and so to read you are taking good care of yourself. Never mind the being active here - ;) I just want(ed) you to know you are not forgotten. ~ I am still struggling with health but I am so MUCH more relaxed about it! Focussing on picking things up again, such as painting, and enjoying Amsterdam in spring. :) ~ Never be sorry really - I know what life can be like. Just keep taking care and I will check in on you anyway. ;) All my best and love!
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