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Post by anirbas on Nov 24, 2008 23:42:34 GMT -6
Messages: 1 - 4 (248 total)
Love_n_light
12/16/2005 3:51 AM 1 out of 248
Our hero stands on the bridge at midnight
Staring deep into the icy flow
Memories spinning through his head
Of events that happened a year ago
And as he contemplates his suicide
The escape from things he cannot hide
All is required is a simple push
Then a head long plunge into the flowing rush
None would care no one would know
No note left to explain these things
Just a bloated green body turning up downstream
The traffic pours across the seine
As our hero plays the waiting game
Waiting for what he does not know
Maybe a last minute rescue like you see
In a Hollywood film or a Broadway show
Something romantic and entirely in keeping
Something to touch the hearts of the audience
And start them weeping�
Something that will keep them coming
Back for more..
The October chill rises from the river
Casting a mist across gay Paris
When everything is lost and gone
There is only one last thing to be
The leading man in his own production
Of les misery�
When everything is lost and gone
The show must go on
The show must go on......
~*~
Love_n_light
12/16/2005 4:46 PM 6 out of 248
The fat lady sings!
perhaps only in his mind
don't want to sound unkind
but fat ladies turn me off
The river is still flowing
the water dark and deep...
miles to go before I sleep
(Robert Frost)
unkind memories hit me
in the face..
when everything is said and done
the show must go on..........
~*~
Love_n_light
12/17/2005 3:13 AM 11 out of 248
He turns away from the river
treads home to his solitary room
sits down at the piano
and begins to play
releasing those feelings
in the only way he can..
The show must go on..
he is a comeback in waiting
~*~
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Post by anirbas on Nov 24, 2008 23:44:17 GMT -6
anirbas 12/17/2005 3:38 AM 12 out of 248 good morning, England. and yet another good offering, I might add... ~*~ Whilst in another room, so far and away, from the pianist, it might as well be another dimension... A woman, takes in hand, and tunes up a cheap violin, whispering to herself- The show never ended... The show never ended... In fact, it's just begun... She lifts the instrument to her chin. Fingers, pressed but trembling, on the ridges of the cat gut strings; and with a confidence, she no longer feels, slams the horsetail bow down upon the strings, in a powerful downbow stroke; reminiscent of the musician, she is now but a pathetic shade of... It's a toss up, as to whom screams louder at this horrendous violation... The woman or the woman molested violin... Ah, but she keeps repeating... The show never ended... The show never ended... In fact, has just begun... ~*~ Messages: 13 - 16 (248 total) Love_n_light 12/17/2005 3:49 AM 13 out of 248 A knock arrives at his door he puts the piano down she is a vision in black clutching a faded violin "Come in" he says He sits back at the piano and begins to play.. Love_n_light 12/17/2005 3:59 AM 14 out of 248 They sit together she plays her violin A dream she put on hold Somewhere someone said it was a sin Just another lie she was told As the bow skates across the strings She is reminded of many things Emotions bubble in the region of her heart Through her fingers her memory strays Looking forward to better days anirbas 12/17/2005 4:17 AM 15 out of 248 A toast! A toast! The life tattered and torn, little violinist rants and raves. She lays aside her thankful to be laid down instrument; and posthaste, sets about the pouring of two glasses of black cherry Koolaide. She hands him one, and promptly clinks her glass against it. A toast! To better days and better ways, in all manner, yet to be seen and unseen... He chuckles at her and says... You make a better poet than a violinist... *gigglegigglegiggle*  Love_n_light 12/17/2005 4:22 AM 16 out of 248 Nay never!.... Would not be that cruel! I only play piano in my imagination got a head start on me girl! |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 24, 2008 23:45:05 GMT -6
anirbas
12/17/2005 4:31 AM 17 out of 248
*gigglegiggle*
anirbas
12/17/2005 4:34 AM 18 out of 248
but, you do have a head start on me, agewise...
heheheheheheheheheheheheheehe...
Love_n_light
12/17/2005 4:35 AM 19 out of 248
Go to bed.. NOW!
Love_n_light
12/17/2005 8:01 AM 20 out of 248
After he tucked her into bed
he returned to the piano..
lost in music was he
flooding her hands with diamonds
who was this perpetual she?
he heard her snoring
in the very next room
synocopating to his piano tune
A germ of a song
waiting to grow
On must go the show
on must go the show....
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Post by anirbas on Nov 24, 2008 23:46:39 GMT -6
Messages: 21 - 24 (248 total)
anirbas
12/17/2005 7:27 PM 21 out of 248
hehehe...I did...I did...
I did as you bid, m'lord...
like a good girl, I flew to bed...
only there, to find your precense, too...
spinning me round and round in the nightvisions,
drifting and floating, through my head...
I cannot eat...I cannot sleep...
and when I do...I only dream of you...
doesn't matter how far you are, it would appear...
my being is infused, saturated with you...
ah, but morning came...and knowing
the show must go on, til kingdom come,
or at the very least, til spring...
I got out of bed and carried on...
howsomever, you went everywhere with me...
in my heart, mind and spirit...
there, there, and there,
you were...I cannot
get away from you...
and I don't want to...
*gigglegiggle*
Love_n_light
12/18/2005 9:08 AM 22 out of 248
You can play the game of chance..
Flirt with strangers,
And maybe ask one or two to dance;
let them waltz you round the floor,
until the clock begins to yawn;
then say goodnight at your front door,
With your heart and spirit torn,
between the bedroom and the chance,
That you might just ruin it there..
Perhaps it�s not to be.
Maybe you should take it slow.
Maybe you should say goodbye.
Maybe it�s best not to know,
what complications could multiply
from a simple change of heart..
But I know you play the game of chance,
I�ve followed the footfalls of your dance.
The show must go on...
anirbas
12/18/2005 7:30 PM 23 out of 248
He worked his way across the room...
Dancing with first one, then another...
He was afterall, first and foremost,
a rather polite fellar...
But, from the first moment,
his eye had been on her...
Whom she danced with...
Who held her in his arms...
As he worked his way across the room,
through a sea of ladies
in frothy colors of crinoline;
bowing and beau gesting,
better than the best of them...
All the other living heroes,
skimming the dance floor,
with a breathless, living flower,
not in his hands, but in his arms...
Not knowing, she watched him,
from behind her lace carved ebony fan...
Between the rare partners,
she chose to dance with,
whispering with her girlfriend-
as they watched him, from a distance-
seemingly doing parade drills
on the dance floor with more
than one, him-besmitten maiden...
Their heads together, the female boon companions,
whispered back and forth, in one another's ears,
to defray the noise, coming from the orchestra;
so that they, might one another hear, better...
To the lady, dressed in unrelieved black,
the lady in purple, said, "Girlfriend,
he's got his eye on you...He's watching you...
No matter what you think or do...I'm telling you...
He's working his way across the floor...
He's coming after you..."
To this, the lady in black,
fluttered her eyelashes,
peeked over her lace carved,
ebony fan and giggled...
"Girlfriend, you must be insane...
Where is your purple straightjacket?
He's to busy servicing all the single maidens,
to notice this matron of the walking dead...
Besides, whatever, could he see in me,
they would not willingly give him,
one at a time, or all together, en masse...
Do you not see, he's a ladykiller?
You know me, I eat such as that, for breakfast...
You know me, I'm dead...Without so much as a whisper
of breath to fog a mirror..."
The lady in purple, rolled her eyes
and said, "My, my, how poetical we can wax...
I think the lady, doth protest, to much..."
And then the man, finally made it across the room...
And lo and behold, held out his hand, to the lady
dressed in unrelieved black bombazine,
hiding behind her ebony fan...
She cocked her head sideways,
eyes wide with surprise...
As surprised by his action,
as she was her own reaction,
when she laid her trembling
fingers into the wide
palm of his hand...
As he whirled her onto the dancefloor,
he whispered into the shell of her ear,
"Do you know who you are? Do you know who you are?"
Blinded by the twinkling star
radiating from each of her orbiters,
she tripped on her train...
And the both of them went down with a whump,
in a whirl of black bombazine material!
Luckily, he landed first and cushioned
her fall, as she landed atop of him;
her lips at the horn of his ear,
as she breathlessly giggle whispered there,
"Yes, I do know who I am...And the show must go on..."
Love_n_light
12/18/2005 7:56 PM 24 out of 248
Of course she knew who she was..
She was the woman born for this man!
To hold and finish God's plan
for each other...
To *giggle* and *Chuckle*
To kiss and suckle.. he..he
She was a woman born to be
treated like majesty!
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Post by anirbas on Nov 24, 2008 23:48:02 GMT -6
Messages: 25 - 28 (248 total)
Love_n_light
12/18/2005 8:14 PM 25 out of 248
They dance around the room
sunlight peeking into the afternoon
causious holding trembling
feeling so insecure
believing she wants so much more
This is not how a man should feel
vunerable and shy,
where did I learn that idea?
The show must go on....
anirbas
12/19/2005 1:09 AM 26 out of 248
Ah, sweet sweeting Darling...
Heart's Ease...
I fear I've left thee waiting...
Lost in a frenzy of writing...
Sometimes, it happens
that way, for me...
DRAT AND DOUBLE DRAT!
None would I wish to knowingly miss...
But amongst all, you top that list...
And such divine offerings you left...
Know you this, everywhere
I slid and slipped
in the silvern traces
of cypherical hypnotism,
[hehegigglegiggle]
you were on my mind...
Ah, but what am I saying?
You already know that...
You know me...Too well...
And yet, not well enough...
*gigglegigglesnickerfest*
~*"...I'll be seeing you..."*~ audioed, as performed,
instrumentally by the Moonlight Moods Orchestra, just slipped out of the televison...um...thing might have a use, afterall...giggglegiggle...and now it's playing, September Song...artist, Micheal Legrand. okie dokie...this is getting freaky...not...just downright sillyfried and then some...synchronicity or coincidence, ain't life grand?
Love_n_light
12/19/2005 3:14 PM 27 out of 248
They left the dance floor
and went to their room
what happened then...?
Well not going to tell you here!
Only to say we woke with Identicle smiles.
Women and men, 10 out of 10
when they completley connect!
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Post by anirbas on Nov 24, 2008 23:49:41 GMT -6
Messages: 29 - 32 (248 total)
Love_n_light
12/21/2005 4:52 PM 29 out of 248
Continental Drift.
In these moments I think of you, when the sun is about to set and there is nothing left to do but heed the call of sleep. I remember how we danced at your Mother�s wedding and the smile that was painted on your lips.
Do you remember also?
As I pick up my glass, it is like a crystal ball; a portal into where all my memories are distilled.
I see a shadow moving across the wall, and outside in the night hear the howling of a dog.
I no longer underestimate the power of fantasy, and when combined with memory it can be irresistible. I am writing you this letter explaining these things to you, but maybe it is one you will never receive, as perhaps by then you will be on a different continent of understanding; but the writing takes my mind off everything except the movement of the pen across the paper.
I received your papers yesterday, and now they lie on the dining table waiting to be nibbled by the Cat, but I don�t expect a ragged edge or two will make much difference do you?
Tomorrow I�ll take them to my solicitor and he can work his usual slight of hand, and convince me everything will be fine. It�s strange the way we seek identity in our problems, then pay someone a fortune to take them all away.
Sorry if I sound resentful but you know how I get when the bottle is nearly empty: it�s nothing personal.
Things are going as well as can be expected here in Philadelphia, although the heat is overpowering and the air conditioning temperamental. The Americans are much freer with their feelings than Northern Europeans which helps take the edge off. My treatment is continuing, although the Doctor�s are now talking in terms of weeks rather than months. I have entered that stage of acceptance and longer rage against the divine.
Well I think I�ll end it there and go to bed; Sasha says I need my beauty sleep but am never sure if he is telling lies.
The show must go on...
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Post by anirbas on Nov 24, 2008 23:52:02 GMT -6
Messages: 33 - 36 (248 total)
Love_n_light
12/24/2005 6:44 AM 33 out of 248
Beneath a sprig of holly
The lover�s kiss..
Tis� the season to be jolly
And make a wish..
Our hero sweeps her off to Lapland
On a reindeer sleigh..
For Santa has a Claus
In his contract..
He must grant true loves joy
Hohoho�
On will go the show!
anirbas
12/24/2005 4:16 PM 34 out of 248
Ah, Santa is a fickle fellow,
no matter how mellow and yellow
is the shade of his personality.
For it's a given, I'm not going
to get my wish, just yet...
To spend Christmas with you...
That's just fine by me...
There's always springtime,
and all the years after that.
And though cold comfort,
at this moment, when I'm itching,
to tease you under the mistletoe...
Comfort it is, to know you are in my life,
in all the ways you can be,
in this moment, in this now...
Standing in the light of your love,
I am more myself, than I've been,
in a very, very long time...
I love you. Merry Christmas, Darling.
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Post by anirbas on Nov 24, 2008 23:52:43 GMT -6
Love_n_light
12/25/2005 6:35 PM 35 out of 248
You are a continent
Waiting to be explored;
Every hill and valley,
Every nook and cranny..
Each day a new adventure,
Scaling the peaks
Of your wild frontier laughter.
I will trace
The Mississippi
Of your tears,
Down to the delta
Of It�s Sorrow..
I will explore
This hidden continent,
From shore to shore;
It�ll take at least
One expedition,
Maybe more..
But I will play Columbus,
If you will play America
The expedition must go on�
*ChuckleChuckle*
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Post by anirbas on Nov 24, 2008 23:54:41 GMT -6
essages: 37 - 40 (248 total)
anirbas
12/26/2005 11:36 PM 37 out of 248
Come to America, if you dare, expeditionist.
View this continent-as you called it-
from shore to shore,
one mountain range,
after another.
See fields of golden wheat,
that flow, ripple and spread,
into butter colored horizons,
shot to dull yellow,
by the westering sun.
Witness the ascent,
of a gravid moon,
large as a ferris wheel,
above a tabletop mesa.
Hear the bay, the cry, the howl
of a lone wolf; or the symphony,
of a pack of coyotes,
on a Luna lit run,
at two a.m., of a morning.
Come to America, expeditionist.
See cities teeming with both antiquity,
and modernization.
Skyscrapers,
that dwarf cathedrals
in their monolithic shadows,
in the canyons of any metropolitan
downtown area.
Come to America, expeditionist.
And you will see, this country,
isn't all John Wayne; or Sue Ellen
and Southfork Ranch.
Only it is all that, and a whole lot more...
America teems with the diversity, the life
and the energy, of myriad cultures;
and all the possible blendings
betwixt and between.
But, I'd beg to differ,
America, is a frontier...
She's a lady, no matter,
how wild her laughter...
But, come to America, if you dare, Columbus...
She welcomes your scrawlings and tracings,
across the country, that she is.
She revels in your curiousity
of her copious mysteries,
yet unexplored by you...
But, I have to inform you, expeditionist...
You will always leave America,
needing and wanting more...
*gigglegiggle*
~*~
"I ain't lyin'...Look at me"
~Doncha? Pussycat Dolls.
hehehehehehehegigglesnickerstormfest...
Once upon a time,
an old world classisist
and an opinionated, new world modernist;
she often in the disguise of a rebellion bred hellion-
he saw beyond, knowing it was but many of her facets-
collided in mid-air, at jetliner speed.
Crashlanding, without need or aide,
of silken parachutes.
Being survivors,
they knew how to shatter,
and put themselves back together...
But, odd pieces of him, got stuck in her...
Odd pieces of her, got stuck in him...
Mostly in the region of their heads,
hearts and souls...
Were they in love?
Or just in lust?
Anything, was possible.
And only Time, would tell...
Love_n_light
12/28/2005 7:34 AM 38 out of 248
Back on the bridge, the midnight hour
Has long since passed; traffic lighter now.
Somewhere in the night he hears a siren wail,
Rushing to the production of another tale.
In the air now a hint of snow,
As our hero trudges towards tomorrow..
His suicide urges overridden by the need for love,
And to share what love is left in him..
His Mother told him love was everything..
His father told him love was a hollow sham..
Who was he to believe the Woman or the Man?
�Better to have loved and lost, than never to
have never loved at all�
This quote scribbled like graffiti on a wall;
Quickening his pace across the bridge,
Returning into the beating heart of the city
Back to the places where love and life call;
Somewhere he can make sense of it all,
Where poetry is written, and music composed
Artists revered and cynics deposed..
Although he may have lost the one that he loved,
He would sprinkle her memory with golden dust;
Starve for the privalige if he must, but swearing
By the rising of the sun. The show would go on!
anirbas
12/28/2005 3:54 PM 39 out of 248
*clap.clap.clap*
the crowd of one whispers,
bellisimo, wordsmith, bellisimo...
anirbas
12/28/2005 5:06 PM 40 out of 248
~*~
Artist: Sarah McLachlan Lyrics
Song: Possession Lyrics
~*~
Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I�ll take your breath away
And after I�d wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear
Through this world I�ve stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word
To find the truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
You words keep me alive
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I�ll take your breath away
And after I�d wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear
Into this night I wander
It�s morning that I dread
Another day of knowing of
The path I fear to tread
Oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
Nothing stands between us here
And I won�t be denied
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I�ll take your breath away
And after I�d wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear
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Post by anirbas on Nov 24, 2008 23:56:56 GMT -6
Messages: 41 - 44 (248 total) Love_n_light 12/30/2005 10:18 AM 41 out of 248 Bright Baby Blues - Jackson Browne I'm sitting down by the highway Down by that highway side Everybody's going somewhere Riding just as fast as they can ride I guess they've got a lot to do Before they can rest assured Their lives are justified Pray to God for me baby He can let me slide 'Cause I've been up and down this highway Far as my eyes can see No matter how fast I run I can never seem to get away from me No matter where I am I can't help feeling I'm just a day away From where I want to be Now I'm running home baby Like a river to the sea Baby if you can see me Out across this wilderness There's just one thing I was hoping you might guess Baby you can free me All in the power of your sweet tenderness I can see it in your eyes You've got those bright baby blues You don't see what you've got to gain But you don't like to lose You watch yourself from the sidelines Like your life is a game you don't mind playing To keep yourself amused I don't mean to be cruel baby But you're looking confused Baby if you can hear me Turn down your radio There's just one thing I want you to know When you've been near me I've felt the love stirring in my soul It's so hard to come by That feeling of peace This friend of mine said "Close your eyes, and try a few of these" I thought I flying like a bird So far above my sorrow But when I looked down I was standing on my knees Now I need someone to help me Someone to help me please Baby if you need me Like I know I need you There's just one thing I'll ask you to do Take my hand and lead me To the hole in your garden wall And pull me through Love_n_light 12/31/2005 3:30 PM 42 out of 248 Sand in my Shoes - Dido Two weeks away it feels like the world should've changed But I'm home now And things still look the same I think I'll leave it to tomorrow till unpack Try to forget for one more night That I'm back in my flat on the road Where the cars never stop going through the night To real life where I can't watch sunset I don't have time I don't have time [Chorus:] I've still got sand in my shoes And I can't shake the thought of you I shake it all, forget you Why, why would I want to I know we said goodbye Anything else would've been confused but I wanna see you again Tomorrow's back to work down to sanitation should've run back ?? before I left here Try to Mama show her that I was happy here Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away From the road where the cars never stop going through the night To real life where I can't watch sunset And take my time Take up our time [Chorus] I wanna see you again Two weeks away, all it takes to change in time around by falling I walked away and never said that I wanted to see again [Chorus x2] I wanna see you again I wanna see you again Love_n_light 12/31/2005 4:19 PM 43 out of 248 Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley. i heard there was a secret chord that david played and it pleased the lord but you don't really care for music, do you well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth the minor fall and the major lift the baffled king composing hallelujah hallelujah... well your faith was strong but you needed proof you saw her bathing on the roof her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you she tied you to her kitchen chair she broke your throne and she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the hallelujah hallelujah... baby i've been here before i've seen this room and i've walked this floor i used to live alone before i knew you i've seen your flag on the marble arch but love is not a victory march it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah hallelujah... well there was a time when you let me know what's really going on below but now you never show that to me do you but remember when i moved in you and the holy dove was moving too and every breath we drew was hallelujah well, maybe there's a god above but all i've ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you it's not a cry that you hear at night it's not somebody who's seen the light it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah hallelujah... anirbas 1/1/2006 1:57 AM 44 out of 248 By the rising of the sun, the show would go on. She thought this, to herself, as she arose from her slumber wrinkled bed. Her dream fogged eyes adjusted to the butter colored and drenched horizon, outside her window. A mockingbird, perched high within the crown of the catalpa, sang a tremulous morning song. Reminding her, of the last dream she'd had... Before she'd opened her eyes, once more, on this world...He'd been holding her, in his hirsute gingered arms, crooning the sweetest song to her... Her head, laid upon his chest, hearing not only the beat of his heart; but the rumble, deep in his core, from whence, his solo emanated... She'd awakened, into the day, a bittersweet, unrequited sigh, escaping her smile curved lips; by the rising of the sun, thinking, the show, would and must, go on... And so, it just did... |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:00:44 GMT -6
Love_n_light
1/1/2006 6:59 PM 53 out of 248
Marooned.
Adam was in the middle of a dream and didn�t see the car coming until it was almost too late. Fortunately Kate was aware and threw herself against his shoulder sending them both sprawling to the pavement.
�You crazy fool.� She screamed �What�s wrong with you?.�
Adam pulled himself up, a sheepish grin on his face. A small crowd had gathered round to watch the drama; in the rumpus Kate�s skirt had ridden up and a fat balding man was straining to get a better look.
�Bugger off you sicko.� The man scuttled off into a shop doorway.
�I�m� I�m sorry sis, I�.�
�Just try to keep your attention on the road Adam. Ok? You know what the traffics like around here�
The small crowd had dispersed, leaving the pair alone. Kate tall and limber, towering over her older brother. Sometimes she felt more like Adam�s Mother than his Sister, and that�s how it had been since his accident, never knowing when the fog would descend leaving them both in danger. Adam clasped his Sisters hand tightly as they carried on walking away from the shopping centre. It was five days before Christmas and this had been a special outing to buy presents. .
�I�m sorry I shouted at you Adam� She said, squeezing her brothers hand �will you forgive me?�
Adam broke into a huge grin �of course I will sis. you�re the bestest sister I�ve ever had. Can we get some fries and a burger now? You know you promised?�
Kate couldn�t help laughing. �Is that ALL you think about?�
Since he had received his �compassionate discharge� from the Army, Adam had become a junk food junkie, and his once taut and wiry frame was growing soft and round. Helen, Kate�s best friend at school said he was beginning to resemble a beach ball.
Life is so unfair thought Kate. Sometimes she felt 16 going on 40, but at least there was talk of �significant� compensation for Adams injuries.
The afternoon passed by without any further drama, apart from a group of teenagers running out of the burger bar without paying.
Turning into their close, Kate was surprised to see a large black car parked outside their house, and a knot of anxiety formed in her stomach. They rarely had visitors, as Mother wasn�t up to it. Since Adams return, she spent her days marooned in a sea of bottles, and any visitors who came unexpectedly were ignored or turned away, but now Mother hurried down the path to meet them.
�Oh Katy darling, there are two Men here from the Ministry of Defence, and they want Adam to sign some papers. Whatever shall we do?�
Kate looked into her Mothers face and instinctively knew that all their lives were about to change forever, and as this knowledge seeped into her bones the snow began to fall.
AmyCain
1/1/2006 7:18 PM 54 out of 248
I loved that story David, kept me glued to the screen, that's two excellent I've read in here today, yours and Nir's story in Hunger pains! You are both sooo excellent!!!
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:03:03 GMT -6
Love_n_light 1/1/2006 7:41 PM 57 out of 248 Invitation to Lunch It was a baking hot afternoon in Nerja. Sabrina stared at her map, somehow believing that if she stared long enough she would be magically transported to her destination. A car pulled up beside her, and a friendly face wound down the window. �Can we be of some assistance?� The man was middle aged with graying hair, a Woman of similar appearance sat beside him in the passenger seat. Two minutes earlier Daisy had spotted Sabrina struggling with her map. �Now there�s a young lady who looks lost� Albert had nodded and swung the car toward the kerb Startled Sabrina looked up from her map. �Thanks yeah... *GiggleGiggle* I was looking for the main highway out of town. I�m heading for a place called Competa..� �well now there�s a coincidence, we�re going that way ourselves.. we�d be delighted to give you a lift.� Said Albert opening the rear door. Sabrina couldn�t believe her good fortune. She�d resigned herself to an afternoon of thumbing along the dusty highway. Albert pulled the car into the traffic flow �Have you been standing there long?.� �No Sir, thanks to your folks kindly intervention�*Giggle*� Daisy smiled �you�re an American aren�t you� here on holiday?� �Yes Ma�m, from the state of Texas, first time in Europe.� Sabrina felt a sudden pang for her family back in Dallas. Her Mother had been set against her trip from the start. To her Europe was a dangerous place, full of bombers and terrorists. But Sabrina had met with nothing but kindness during her travels, and she intended to write home that very day telling Mom how wrong she had been. The small car turned off the coast road and began it�s slow climb into the mountains. It really was a blazing July afternoon. Sabrina began to doze with the rhythm of the car, but was dimly aware of the low murmurings of Albert and Daisy above the sound of the engine. Love_n_light 1/1/2006 7:42 PM 58 out of 248 Suddenly the sound of Albert�s voice cut through her reverie. �Daisy and I have just been saying, it would be great if you could stay to lunch with us. That�s if you�d like too.. But if you�ve made other plans�?� �Gee, that�s mighty kind of you� in truth I could use something to eat, but I�d hate to put you folks to any trouble..� �It�s no trouble at all, and in fact you�d be doing Daisy a favour. She�s working on a new recipe, aren�t you dear, you�d really be a big help to her. � Sabrina stretched back in her seat. Yes sir, Mum had really got it wrong. Nothing but kindness. The car eventually turned off up a dirt track and came to a halt beside a ram shackled finca, with a small outbuilding next to it.. Climbing out of the car Sabrina marveled at the spectacular view of the Mediterranean.. It really was turning into a wonderful day and much cooler than on the coast. Albert began unloading the trunk of the car. �Take a look around the place Sabrina, I�ve just got to help Daisy a while...� Sabrina walked around the plot. In truth there wasn�t that much to see. Just a few stunted olive trees. Walking over to the outhouse she tugged at the wooden door and it opened with a squeak�. It was dark inside and there was a faint smell of mustiness and the buzz of flies. As her eyes became more accustomed to the light she could make out three white rectangular shapes� Freezer cabinets.. Sabrina�s stomach began to rumble. She sure was hungry, she hoped lunch wouldn�t be long. The hot afternoon meandered on like a lazy river, to the accompaniment of a most excellent lunch, and Albert had chosen a wine of fine vintage in honor of Sabrina�s visit. �Daisy you have excelled yourself.� said Albert putting down his knife and fork with a satisfying clunk and pouring himself another glass of wine �Thank you my dear.. I hope the meat was tender enough� �Perfect. A little rare, just the way I like it.� This was one of the things they both loved so much about the Spanish lifestyle; the long siesta and the opportunity to eat the main meal of the day leisurely. Albert sipped his wine thoughtfully. �wasn�t Sabrina such a nice girl? So well mannered� �Yes and it was so kind of her to help me with my new recipe, and you know, it was exactly as I suspected. Americans DO taste different! Authors Note: This is entirely a work of fiction, and the characters in this story bear no resemblance to people living or eaten. � David McConville anirbas 1/1/2006 9:49 PM 59 out of 248 *gigglegiggle* I remember this one... Made me wonder if you were an axe murderer... hahahahaharoflmao...hehehehesnickergigglefest... Howsomever, I loved it, none the less, then, as now. ~Sabrina. |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:05:14 GMT -6
anirbas
1/3/2006 2:28 AM 60 out of 248
Love_n_light
12/16/2005 3:51 AM 1 out of 59
Our hero stands on the bridge at midnight
Staring deep into the icy flow
Memories spinning through his head
Of events that happened a year ago
And as he contemplates his suicide
The escape from things he cannot hide
All is required is a simple push
Then a head long plunge into the flowing rush
None would care no one would know
No note left to explain these things
Just a bloated green body turning up downstream
The traffic pours across the seine
As our hero plays the waiting game
Waiting for what he does not know
Maybe a last minute rescue like you see
In a Hollywood film or a Broadway show
Something romantic and entirely in keeping
Something to touch the hearts of the audience
And start them weeping�
Something that will keep them coming
Back for more..
The October chill rises from the river
Casting a mist across gay Paris
When everything is lost and gone
There is only one last thing to be
The leading man in his own production
Of les misery�
When everything is lost and gone
The show must go on
The show must go on......
~LNL.
~*~
None would care,
no one would know?
Reading his thoughts,
from the ink drawn shadows,
thrown by the soaring steel girders
above her, an unseen woman, stood still
as a statue hewn and riven from obsidian.
Watching our hero, the man she loved
comtemplate the water, from his lofty
vantage point, high upon the bridge,
mantled in thick banks of fog-
seemingly floating in the clouds,
vesturing Heaven's Very Gate.
She wondered, if he fully understood,
what was about to transpire?
Did he really not know?
Was it not as plain
as the nose upon
any given face-
for every action,
there is a reaction?
To whit, if he jumped,
she would have to follow suit?
Thereby, shrinking her finest woolen blazer,
making every attempt to drag him back,
to the comforting, if cold and slime
bedecked mud of the riverbank?
Use the last of her God given,
feminine adrenalized strength,
to roll his far larger than her,
man sized girth onto the shore,
and start administering,
the rough, tough love,
of CPR...
Then woe be unto him,
our hero, when he came round,
in a stream of vomitus,
as a direct reaction, to the action,
of her loving administrations,
upon his waterlogged person...
For then, then poor hero,
he would have her, her to deal with...
A crying, raving, shocked and soaking wet,
incarnation of a banshee, sitting upon,
and pounding ineffectually,
his man broad, heaving chest;
screaming, ranting at him,
dramatically, in her hysteria.
[Let's face it, an hysterical state,
our hero, put her in, when he decided,
to take an impromptu swim...]
You big turkey! How dare you,
take the easy way out?
You told me, the show must go on...
And I believed you, you big turkey!
Let me tell you something, I have every plan,
to hold you to that statement!
If I have to drag you out of every river,
between here, there, and Timbuktu!
Do you hear me? Do you?
By the way, you owe me,
another new woolen blazer...
*gigglegiggle*
~Sabrina.
~*~
hehe...forgiveth me, if your initial offering,
I hath mangled, in this, my attempt, at a comical
rendition, as a follow-up...every since i read it, your's- my lord, originally and again, since then...it's made me think...
...now, how would i react, if i was this
poetically drawn bloke's galpal, just coming upon him, as he stood upon the bridge, lost in comtemplative figmentalizationing...the above is what fell out of the box of my head tonight...
...forgiveth me, my Lord, if thee I hath offended, with my jesteric offering...twas rendered to make thee chuckle, till your knees do tremble and buckle...thereby sparking your morning with a laugh...and now, i think perchance, this is good night for me...the show must and will go on, but at this point...in my dreamzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:06:40 GMT -6
Messages: 61 - 64 (248 total)
Love_n_light
1/3/2006 11:56 AM 61 out of 248
I thought you'd been eaten out of the production.. heehee.. but if you really insist on replacement clothing, see the wardrobe dept.
-- the director --
Love_n_light
1/3/2006 12:55 PM 62 out of 248
Oh! and the show will go on...
Opening night is in early March. So stop causing trouble and get back into rehearsals!
-- the producer --
Love_n_light
1/3/2006 1:08 PM 63 out of 248
Hey you guys! Is the leading lady still in this thing or not.. one minute she's being eaten, the next she turns up on the river break.. Guys give a break!
-- the screenwriter --
Love_n_light
1/3/2006 1:14 PM 64 out of 248
You guys got me so confused! can't write no more bank/break evilcanivil.. this plot has more twists than a Kanas tornadno!
-- ex screenwriter --
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:09:39 GMT -6
Love_n_light
1/3/2006 1:44 PM 68 out of 248
Well don't I have a say in all this?
After ALL I AM THE HERO!
You say ratings have been dropping? So why is that?
Okay I believe we are not working as a unit here.
Conflict is bouncing off the walls..
what we need to do is step back and refocus.
okay?
This production is my big break.. I don't want to blow it.
The 'Leading lady and I were working well together, there was a chemistry.. and is'
okay I agree, that the screnwriter got a bit off kilter
But "listen to me when I say.. oh but listen to me when I say"
The show must go on..
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:11:21 GMT -6
ove_n_light
1/3/2006 2:01 PM 69 out of 248
Okay lets all calm down and take a break.. the show will go on but we need to start working together as a team.. Let's just take time out and listen to one of the most beautiful songs ever.
-- the director --
Bridge over troubled water - Paul Simon.
When you�re weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;
I�m on your side. when times get rough
And friends just can�t be found,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
When you�re down and out,
When you�re on the street,
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you.
I�ll take your part.
When darkness comes
And pains is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Sail on silvergirl,
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine.
If you need a friend
I�m sailing right behind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
Love_n_light
1/3/2006 2:15 PM 70 out of 248
So what does the 'Leading lady' have to say about all this? Or should we start re auditioning?
-- private memo from Producer to Director ---
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:12:36 GMT -6
Love_n_light
1/3/2006 3:01 PM 72 out of 248
I use the word 'Audience' not out of arrogance but out of fact.
Our poetry has an audience. We know who they are..
Perhaps too many players and not enough audience.
The show is an interation between the performer and the audience.
The show will only be a success if there is a symbiosis
Poets poke around peoples psychology.. hehee..
Islands Of The Soul (Reiki Poem)
You cover both my eyes
And my vision starts to clear
I drift along times dimension
Towards the islands of the soul
You have healing hands
Hands that heal
And you navigate the channels
Like a captain at the wheel
Now I sense the touch of spirits
From near and far away
And my blocks begin to melt
Like Ice cubes on a summer day
So the gentle breeze of love
Sails me closer to my goal
To the place where I can heal
Amongst the islands of the soul
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:13:27 GMT -6
essages: 73 - 76 (248 total)
Love_n_light
1/3/2006 3:41 PM 73 out of 248
You can't keep yourself under control.. can you.. listen up dude.. The HERO can be replaced as easily as the 'Leading Lady' shut the **** up!
-- the producer --
Love_n_light
1/3/2006 3:57 PM 74 out of 248
OKAY BIG GUY..!! I know you have your eye on this Drakcula guy..
Ha! You'll regret it.. ' you need chemistry.. She and her are H2O2 with a hinto S2 S04!
Love_n_light
1/3/2006 4:04 PM 75 out of 248
At this point.. The 'leading lady' entered the studio..
Looking around at this cabal of fat balding men scuffling she clicked her fingers..
anirbas
1/3/2006 11:23 PM 76 out of 248
Entering, stage left, in a sassy, come hither 40's combo, ala Joan Crawford style...Shoulder pads, nipped waisted, pencil thin skirt, hose and stylish pumps-is our artist, so called Leading Lady...Her long, curled hair, pulled up into a loose French twist, a tiny, netted hat, perched atop the crown of her head...[pick any color you like, as the reader, for this costume]
She finds the stage dark, as late she has arrived, as usual, to rehearse. The writer wrote her that way, drew her that way, with words, or doesn't he remember?
She picks up the script of the day, left lying on a stool, setting center stage; flips through the dog eared manuscript, by the light, directly overhead.
A plethora of expressions cross her face, with the skimming of each passage, fleeting smiles at the fit pitching wiles of the director, the producer, the writer, etc...et al...and all that rot and polyglot...
By the last page, she is giggling so hard,
she just has to lay the script down...Settle herself gracefully, to the ground, as a lady would...
Then she tucked her skirt and held it tightly to her legs, laid back, and just giggled her dratted head off, roflhao...And she managed to do so, without providing a peep show, to the fat, bald men sitting at the back of the auditorium, watching her, silently in contemplation...Thinking...Hum...Was she? Could she?
Would she play the part? Did she have the heart?
She finally gained control of her laughsaturated senses, rolled back onto her bottom; her smile cracked face, beaming in the single spotlight.
Thinking, to herself, not outloud-Leading Lady? Was that whom she was, in this production, really? And here, all along, she'd been ad libbing, fast as she could, word dancing fast as she was able, without a script to work from, thinking she was just a bit player, nothing less nor more...
Regaining her feet, and looking around at this cabal of fat,
balding men scuffling, she hadn't realized, were hanging out in the darkness of the auditorium- she clicked her fingers...
Then clicked her heels. Looked straight to the only, fat, balding man that mattered, the director/producer, of this odd tableau vivant, spoke aloud, in a singsong soft voice, and recited these lines...
"Is it spring, yet?
I'm ready for winter,
to just be done and over..."
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:16:28 GMT -6
Messages: 77 - 80 (248 total)
Love_n_light
1/4/2006 8:12 AM 77 out of 248
Okay, just to let you know.. everyone's been fired!
This is the biggest shambles we have ever witnessed. THIS IS THE WORST SHOW EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Show MUST NOT GO ON!!!!!!
-- the shareholders --
Love_n_light
1/4/2006 8:15 AM 78 out of 248
Our hero stands on the bridge at midnight
Staring deep into the icy flow
Memories spinning through his head
Of events that happened a year ago
And as he contemplates his suicide
The escape from things he cannot hide
All is required is a simple push
Then a head long plunge into the flowing rush
None would care no one would know
No note left to explain these things
Just a bloated green body turning up downstream
The traffic pours across the seine
As our hero plays the waiting game
Waiting for what he does not know
Maybe a last minute rescue like you see
In a Hollywood film or a Broadway show
Something romantic and entirely in keeping
Something to touch the hearts of the audience
And start them weeping�
Something that will keep them coming
Back for more..
The October chill rises from the river
Casting a mist across gay Paris
When everything is lost and gone
There is only one last thing to be
The leading man in his own production
Of les misery�
When everything is lost and gone
The show must go on
The show must go on......
Love_n_light
1/4/2006 9:16 AM 79 out of 248
All this happened a year ago..
But after the 'leading lady' dragged 'the Hero' from the river, they looked at each other and said..........
"What now?"
They both collapsed in cough soaked giggles..
"well maybe we can write our own production, just you and I" She spluttered.
He gurgled " you mean something simple and plain?"
"Sure why not.. ?"
"I don't know.. people want big productions these days." he said coughing up another stretch of river.
"leave it to me" she said thumping his back "I know what to do."
anirbas
1/4/2006 10:47 PM 80 out of 248
"I don't know.. people want big productions these days." he said coughing up another stretch of river.
"leave it to me" she said thumping his back "I know what to do..."
~*~
"...we'll just say a prayer and wing it...like the song says, "break on through to the otherside", we'll rent a space, in San Francisco, and open up a small productions theatre...and include a poetry reading venue...I've always wanted to recite Thylias Moss or Maxine Hong Kingston...what do you think? or can you? think? since your fall into the fishie drink?"
at her own joke, she laughs, sighes and places a peck upon his river drenched nose.
"now, up with you. let's go shopping...you still owe me a blazer, you know..."
~*~
giggles at the overthrow of the principal players and moneymen, in the show. wonders, whatever can the writer be thinking? what more does he have up his sleeve? rampant rebellion and anarchy? *t-he*
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:18:50 GMT -6
Messages: 81 - 84 (248 total)
Love_n_light
1/5/2006 5:09 AM 81 out of 248
"You know I just want to feel happy.." Cough splutter! " I wrote a script myself once but it was rejected it was called dancing the light fantastic, maybe we could adapt it?"
Love_n_light
1/5/2006 5:13 AM 82 out of 248
Dancing the light Fantastic!
Helen stumbled along the path leading to the Cortijo. It had been the wettest spring for years in this part of Spain, and the path had almost become a small stream. As she slithered on the small rocks and pebbles, Helen�s thoughts turned towards the coming weekend.
She had first seen the advertisement in a local magazine;
A weekend of light and creativity, relax in the serene ambience of the Axarquias most tranquil retreat center, paint, sing, dance, yoga�. And so it went on�
For some reason it was the word �light� that had grabbed her attention. Helen had been feeling strange lately. Light headed. She put it down to overwork
�This is just what I need� she said to Kristen pointing at the ad. �The estate agency is really busy at the moment, and a weekend of relaxation will do me the world of good.�
Kristen had twisted her face. She thought that her friends �alternative� leanings were a pile of Junk.
But now finally Helen found herself knocking on the huge wooden door of the Cortijo.
�Welcome Helen, we thought you�d got lost� A tall extremely good looking man was suddenly standing in front of her. � please come in, I�m Gabbi, the course leader�
Helen was ushered into a long high ceilinged room. Six other people were standing around a blazing log fire holding wine glasses, and they smiled as she entered.
�This is Helen everyone! Helen�s been doing a lot of work with her spirit guides recently.�
There were nods of approval from the other guests.
Somebody thrust a glass into her hand, and Helen took a sip. �This is weird� she thought. How did Gabbi know that.? It wasn�t something she talked about even to her closest friends let alone to a room full of strangers! Still she had been advised to go with the flow�.
And the evening flowed beautifully. Before dinner they all did half an hour of yoga exercises, and after a sumptuous meal Gabbi produced a guitar, and one of the other men a violin. They played beautifully, and before she knew what was happening Helen found herself, along with the other guests dancing around the long room totally without inhibition. She felt so free and light; filled with the joy of being. Dancing the light fantastic!
Love_n_light
1/5/2006 5:15 AM 83 out of 248
All too soon the evening drew to a close. Everybody had their own room and Helen�s looked out over the path-cum-stream she had walked down earlier. To her delight the room was dominated by a huge four-poster bed, something that she had definitely not expected! It had been a full and exciting day and in no time she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Helen dreamt she found herself alone beside a stream, when suddenly a Landrover
Pulled up. Two men and a woman climbed out. One of the men was holding a clipboard.
�As you can see, this is a beautiful plot of land, one of the best on our books, there used to be a farmhouse here, but was destroyed some years ago in a fire. I think you�d both agree it will make an excellent location for your villa.�
The couple nodded their heads approvingly. Helen stepped forward towards them but they vanished, and abruptly her dream came to an end�
The next day Helen felt as though she were walking on air. The weekend was more than living up to her expectations, everybody was so friendly and natural. Basically a shy person Helen had worried a little how she would fit in. But now as she sat painting a watercolour of the Cortijo she couldn�t have been happier. What�s more Gabbi seemed to have taken a fancy to her; seeking out her company more than the others. That morning before breakfast they had found themselves momentarily alone together, and he had smiled at her in a way that had made Helen tingle. She silently chided herself sternly. Gabbi was simply being friendly, nothing more.
�A penny for your thoughts.� Her reverie was broken and Gabbi stood smiling next to her side.
Helen felt flustered at the nearness of him, and could smell the scent of patchouli.
�Oh I was just thinking how beautiful this weekend has been, and how I wish I could stay longer.�
Gabbi leaned over her shoulder and examined Helen�s painting.
�That�s a very good rendition, you clearly have a talent for painting.�
�Do I?� Helen felt a little foolish at such a limp response. But Gabbi seemed not to notice.
�Oh yes, your style is very angelic.� He fixed her with his gaze. �Do you know why you came here Helen. The real reason?�
Love_n_light
1/5/2006 5:15 AM 84 out of 248
Helen suddenly felt different, lighter and immersed in a peaceful glow. �Sometimes� she started haltingly �Sometimes I sense I am invisible to people, it�s crazy I know but I�m sometimes with friends or colleagues and it�s as though I wasn�t there. It�s not that they ignore me, it�s not that at all, They simply just don�t see me.�
Gabbi took hold of her hand. �That�s because they don�t see you Helen. Your vibrational rate is becoming so high you are becoming invisible to their physical perceptions. You are evolving into a higher form of being.�
Helen felt suddenly afraid. She wasn�t at all sure she wanted to become other than she already was. �Is it irreversible� she managed to squeak.
Gabbi laughed �don�t worry you�ll get used to it, and when you realise all the wonderous things that are going to happen to you you�ll wonder how you ever managed before.�
Later that afternoon Helen sat in her room gazing out of the window. A shaft of sunlight cut through the trees and she could see butterflies happily dancing. She knew to the depths of her being that something enormous was happening to her, and that the life she had known was about to change. But strangely, she felt no fear. She just felt.. well, strange, and as these thoughts passed through her mind, her shoulders suddenly started to ache�
�Everybody gather round. I have an announcement to make!�
They had just finished dinner and Gabbi was standing in the centre of the dining room.
�I�ve been on to head office and we are all due to leave in half an hour, so I suggest we all go into the garden and prepare.�
Helen felt alarmed. �Leave� �leave where?� The course wasn�t due to end until the following day. But before she could protest, Gabbi had taken her hand and was leading her into the garden.
�Don�t worry Helen� He said gently, � everything will be just fine. Trust me�.
Gathered together in the garden they all held hands, and Gabbi began to sing in a beautiful high melodic voice. One by one the rest of the group began to join in, and Helen found herself amazed to discovered that she was singing also! But her shoulders were aching worse than ever.
What in heaven�s name was going on!
And then she saw it. Slowly at first, but as their singing intensified, she saw it with increasing clarity.
Everybody in the group, including herself was sprouting wings!
Soon Helen felt her body start to vibrate, and as it did so she began to rise into the air. She felt a lightness and peace she had never known, as higher and higher they all rose into the night sky, and looking by her side she saw the smiling face of Gabriel as she now knew him to be, and he pointed down towards the cortijo, which was slowly disappearing in a ball of light�
�Gardner�s Antiques� was just about to close for the siesta when suddenly a Landrover
Pulled up. A man and a woman climbed out.
Entering the shop the Woman walked immediately across to a watercolour painting of a �traditional Cortijo,� she had spotted some days earlier. She and her husband had recently had a villa built, and now they where looking for items to furnish it. Turning to her husband she smiled;
�look Michael, isn�t it beautiful?�
Michael agreed that indeed it was. And so the painting now hangs proudly in the dining room of �villa de luz� and is the subject of much admiration, and indeed not a little speculation, as the painting is unsigned and the artist unknown. But every so often in the quiet of the evening when Michael has retired to bed, Kristen will sit alone smiling in front of her new painting and silently wonder
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:19:47 GMT -6
Messages: 85 - 88 (248 total)
Love_n_light
1/5/2006 8:10 AM 85 out of 248
"I don't know" she spluttered " A bit far fetched isn't it? .... people turning into angels"
He pouted off camera..
" I had something more EARTHY in mind." She said..
He turned towards her with a sickly grin..
"Oh really.. please tell!"
anirbas
1/5/2006 2:33 PM 86 out of 248
She lightly popped his arm with her long fingers, and said, "Don't get your hopes up, Cowboy...Nothing in the blue genred vein, here...And I havn't a problem with people turning into angels, every since, I had four bedposts, turn into gothically wardrobed angels, on me, a few months back...By the way, they said to tell you, hello...But, no...I was thinking something earthy, not dirty...gigglegiggle...Though I suppose, we could make the big bucks, writing porn scripts...But no, I meant, earthy, as in something more dramatically tragic...they could all turn into unwilling children of lunar madness...They could turn into werewolfen...And lay waste to the Spanish countryside...No? To gory for your taste? And you don't think, watching you jump off a bridge, is gory? Even gorier still, you don't think, me ruining my best woolen blazer, is gory? Just to seize and fetch you back, from the easy way out? Drat, Lancelot. I waited to long, for you to find me, to let you swim away from me..."
At this she giggles, halting her longwinded monologue spoken in a soft southern singsong, jumps up from her kneeling position over him, from whence she'd administered him CPR, steps away affording him
a visual of her back. The cherry red woolen blazer running in brilliant liquidic color, over her white woolen skirt, and down the back of her legs.
A visual which causes him to chuckle, then say, "Looks like a werewolf, already got ahold of you, lady."
She looks over her shoulder, grins at him, and says, "Yes, he did. But that's okay, I just divested him of his credit card." Which she waves and flashes at him, from her fingertips, "And his credit card and I, are headed to Saks right this very minute, to shop. With or without him..."
Peals of hehehehehehehehehe float back at him, as she sprints across the park, towards the sidewalk to hail a taxicab...
Love_n_light
1/5/2006 5:45 PM 87 out of 248
In case you are wondering....
Sabrina is as beautiful as Nicole Kidman!
Love_n_light
1/5/2006 6:16 PM 88 out of 248
No corection.. more beautiful!
Sabrina, is the most beautiful Woman I have ever seen in my tme, and believe me I have seen a few!
she is a great 'poet'
I am the luckiest Man alive!
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:24:13 GMT -6
Messages: 89 - 92 (248 total)
Love_n_light
1/5/2006 6:30 PM 89 out of 248
Excuse my 'backtracking' chucklefest
Just want to say this:
When I need you you're there
Unconditional without a care
when you need me I am here
Unconditional I am there!
anirbas
1/6/2006 1:31 AM 91 out of 248
Nicole Kidman, David McConville?
You're to much...to much...Thank you...
~*~
~*"When I need you you're there
Unconditional without a care
When you need me I am here
Unconditional I am there!"*~
~LovenLight.
~*~
I couldn't have said it better, Darling...
I couldn't have said it better...I love you...Sabrina.
Love_n_light
1/6/2006 6:15 AM 92 out of 248
I look a little like Jim Broadbent!! snickerfest..
.. and now I hold 'that' heart in my hands.. No way I am going to ever drop it!...
David.
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:25:27 GMT -6
Messages: 93 - 96 (248 total)
Love_n_light
1/6/2006 9:10 AM 93 out of 248
... because if I did.. not only would I have a 'mishmush' on my tail... I'd have the whole freaking forum!
Love_n_light
1/6/2006 4:41 PM 94 out of 248
So he treated 'her heart with special care... found their 'secret place' and locked it there!
And every now and then he takes it out....
guess what this loving thing is all about!
Love_n_light
1/6/2006 7:03 PM 95 out of 248
You're my Woman darling!
I know this as a fact
I'm an integral part
of your reclamation act...
I'm your man ... ummmmmmmmmm
This is how it feels....
Love_n_light
1/6/2006 7:31 PM 96 out of 248
Thank You - Dido
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay
My head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the
Day
And then you call me and it's not so bad
It's not so bad and
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and
Through
Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:30:39 GMT -6
anirbas 1/7/2006 1:29 AM 99 out of 248 hehe...just had a silly thought... I don't know if you look like Mr. Broadbent... as I'm not quite sure whom he is... but, I know you look like David McConville... *gigglegiggle* full of myself, tonight... ~*~ To be your Woman, brings me great joy... To be your Woman, makes me estatic I wasn't born a boy. To be your Woman, ah, to be your Woman... Means I am satiated and saturated with bliss... That goes far beyond the touch of a kiss... To be your Woman, is to be honored, treasured; not treated like an object or a toy... And this isn't a lie, or a fabricated story... To be your Woman, brings me great joy... ~*~ Darling, I re-dedicate, re-gift, per se-the song Thank You, right back atcha, Chief... ~*"I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life"*~ Thank You, Dido lyrics. ~*~ hmmmmm...I seem to be missing a body part... *gigglegigglegiggle* but, I do believe, that body part is in safe hands... Love ya'll. (((((((((((((David&Crew))))))))))))))))))) ~*~ I wanna be your woman for the rest of my life... I wanna be the lady burning your breakfast... I wanna be the girl, giggling at your jokes.... I wanna be the bitch, wrinkling your sheets... I wanna be the dame, that keeps you on your toes... I wanna be the being that chases away your blues... I just wanna be with you, with you, that's all... ~*~ *Beautiful Friday morning...Thank you...* Love_n_light 1/7/2006 5:10 AM 100 out of 248 *Chucklefest* Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye I've been really tryin', baby Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long And if you feel like I feel, baby Then come on, oh, come on Whoo, let's get it on Ah, babe, let's get it on Let's love, baby Let's get it on, sugar Let's get it on Whoo-ooh-ooh We're all sensitive people With so much to give Understand me, sugar Since we got to be Let's live I love you There's nothin' wrong With me lovin' you Baby, no, no And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong If the love is true Oh, babe, ooh, ooh Don't you know How sweet and wonderful life can be? Whoo-ooh I'm askin' you, baby To get it on with me Ooh, ooh, ooh I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push Won't push you, baby So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, baby Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey Let's get it on, ooh, ooh Let's get it on You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Come on, baby, hey, hey Let your love come out If you believe in love Let's get it on, ooh, ooh Let's get it on, baby This minute, oh yeah Let's get it on Please, please, get it on Hey, hey I know you know What I've been dreamin' of Don't you, baby? My whole body is in love Whoo I ain't gonna worry, no, I ain't gonna push I won't push you, baby, whoo Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, darlin' Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey Gonna get it on Beggin' you, baby, I want to get it on You don't have to worry that it's wrong If the spirit moves you, let me groove you good Let your love come down Oh, get it on, come on, baby Do you know I mean it? I've been sanctified Hey, hey Girl, you give me good feelings, so good Nothin' wrong with love If you want to love me Just let yourself go Oh, baby Let's get it on |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:32:02 GMT -6
Messages: 101 - 104 (248 total)
Love_n_light
1/7/2006 7:02 AM 101 out of 248
Please pray for me.....
Love_n_light
1/7/2006 7:17 AM 102 out of 248
and i'll pray for you...
an equal exchange I think
Post your 'Prayers' here and there....
Love, David
Love_n_light
1/7/2006 8:26 AM 103 out of 248
Oh ... but when I get that feeling....
I need..................
Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye
Ooh baby, now let's get down tonight
Baby I'm hot just like an oven
I need some lovin'
And baby, I can't hold it much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing, oh baby
Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind
Sexual Healing baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that's good for me
Whenever blue tear drops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on the telephone and call you up baby, and
Honey I know you'll be there to heal me
The love you give to me will free me
If you don't know the things you're feeling
Oh I can tell you, darling, that it's Sexual Healing
Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, let's make love tonight
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, 'cos you do it right
Baby I got sick this morning
A sea was storming inside of me
Baby I think I'm capsizing
The waves are rising and rising
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing is good for me
Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush
Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us
Sexual Healing, baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that's good for me
And it's good for me and it's so good to me
My baby ohhh
Come take control, just grab a hold
Of my body and mind soon we'll be making it
Honey, oh we're feeling fine
You're my medicine open up and let me in
Darling, you're so great
I can't wait for you to operate
I can't wait for you to operate
When I get this feeling, I need Sexual Healing (ad lib)
(while ad libing, he sings something like:
darling please don't procastinate
its not good to masturbate
Love_n_light
1/7/2006 8:37 AM 104 out of 248
Well my take on listening to the song..
was.. "please don't procrastinate, or else I'll have to masturbate"
*Chuckle*
See where you're taking me Woman?
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:32:58 GMT -6
Messages: 105 - 108 (248 total)
Love_n_light
1/7/2006 9:01 AM 105 out of 248
BUT...
I love the places you take me to....
"It takes two.. baby!... me and you to make a dream come true!"
LOL!
Love_n_light
1/7/2006 10:45 AM 106 out of 248
Some here may think....
"you are throwing yourself at me..."
Hehee
Just to let them know...
"I am throwing myself at you... look out baby!!"
Love_n_light
1/7/2006 11:07 AM 107 out of 248
Who do you think you are? - The Spice Girls
The race is on to get out of the bottom
The top is high so your roots are forgotten
Giving is good as long as you're getting
What's driving you it's ambition and betting
I said who do you think you are
(I said who)
Some kind of superstar
You have got to swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are
Swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are
You're swelling out in the wrong direction
You've got the bug, superstar you've been bitten
Your trumpet's blowing for far too long
Playing the snake of the ladder, but you're wrong
I said who do you think you are
(I said who)
Some kind of superstar
You have got to swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are
Swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are
You have got to reach on up, never lose your soul
You have got to reach on up, never lose control
I said who do you think you are?
(I said who)
Some kind of superstar
You have got to swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are
Swing it, shake it, move it, make it
Who do you think you are
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
Show me how good you are
Swing it, shake it, move it, make it
(Who do you think you are?)
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
(Show me how good you are)
Swing it, shake it, move it, make it
(Who do you think you are?)
Trust it, use it, prove it, groove it
(Show me how good you ar
Love_n_light
1/7/2006 2:28 PM 108 out of 248
Heroes - David Bowie
I
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
Though nothing will
Drive them away
We can beat them
Just for one day
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
And you
You can be mean
And I
I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers
And that is a fact
Yes we're lovers
And that is that
Though nothing
Will keep us together
We could steal time
Just for one day
We can be Heroes
For ever and ever
What d'you say
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:35:03 GMT -6
anirbas 1/7/2006 8:12 PM 110 out of 248 Ah, you sweet sweeting, manly man of a manchild... And all the trappings that state of being incurs... You, this lost queen of ancient times, will always accept you, as her born again, and come to claim his throne, king; come hell or high water or reigning kingdom come and be blown to smithereens, in the process... For even that, was meant to be... Always, from this point on, her chosen consort... Her paladinic, poetical companion... He whom bemuses her... He whom is her favorite Muse... He whom has always been her soulmate... ~*~ [Looks at the camera, and with a grin and a wink says, "I mean, really...Do you really think this is the first time, these two looney birds, have met? *gigglegiggle*"] ~*~ DAvid...Jim Broadbent...his face slipped into my mind, the minute I laid noggin to pillow, last eventide...I know who he is...A wonderfully talented English [?]actor... Broadbent of the movie, Calender Girls, with Ms. Mirren's [?] character, playing his wife? And also, I saw him in a movie a couple of months back...The title of which totally escapes me at this moment...But, he played a man, that married and then lost his wife in a game of cards...turned stern mayor [?] of an historical town, twenty years or so later- to which the wife and her daughter land and hunt him down...I think it's the same guy, you are talking about...And yes, you do, resemble him...Only you are cuter and far more adorable...*t-hehehehehehehehe*...In this smitten lady's opinion of course...Love, Sabrina. Love_n_light 1/14/2006 6:03 PM 111 out of 248 Ummmmmmmmm.. Seems we need to re-hire one or two people.. If this Show is going to meet the opening night in March.. auditions are proceeding as I write.. need to find a curly headed leading lady, who looks a bit like Halle Berry (whoever She is!) - The Producer - |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:37:36 GMT -6
anirbas 1/14/2006 11:00 PM 114 out of 248 Ummmmmmmmm.. Seems we need to re-hire one or two people.. If this Show is going to meet the opening night in March.. auditions are proceeding as I write.. need to find a curly headed leading lady, who looks a bit like Halle Berry (whoever She is!) - The Producer - *gigglegiggle* it could get me fired, i'm just the lowly costumer, Mr. Producer... but, tis highly possible, definitely probable, the show hath lagged, due to the inattention, of the wail-ishly gallivanting, producer/director nee actor/writer... *t-he* the help does seem to scatter, gibble and gabble amongst themselves, without their leader at the helm... [the costumer, in question, has been told, she has the profile of Halle Berry... but in a certain crazy light, it could be said, she did resemble the lady from Cold Mountain... otherwise known as Nicole Kidman...tho' she has as yet to make those connections] the producer, cocks his head sideways, takes a long, look at the impudent, unruly haired costumer, and says..."Can you read English?" she giggles..."You wish..." Love_n_light 1/15/2006 1:56 AM 115 out of 248 Producer: What's the name of this show anyway? Director: IS IT SPRING YET? Screenwriter: It's basicly a love story. about two people who meet on an internet forum on 'Global Warming'He lives in Montana and she's down in Australia, and he say's to her "is it spring yet?" and she answers "What kind of Turkey are you? Of course not! It's Fall here..." Producer: uhh... Director: What Melvin's trying to say.. is that after an 'inauspicious' start the two of them kinda... Producer: Fall in love? Screenwriter: yeah.. yeah.. there are some great songs in the production, I'm working with a 'top' libretist.. Producer: A what??? Director: Someone who writes tunes Cecil.. Producer: When do we get to hear... these TUnes?... Screenwriter: 'Spring has Sprung' is being rehearsed as we speak... Love_n_light 1/15/2006 2:12 AM 116 out of 248 Skipping through the meadows Chasing butterflies.. Smiling children in the park The sap is on the rise Oh Spring has Sprung! Oh Spring has Spruuuung!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a gay surprise� Tripping�.. Wait a minute�.wait a minute, this is awful! Have I gotta sing this stuff?? I mean come ON� YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS?  ----CUT!---- Director: Okay.. okay.. this is only a rehearsal� a first run through, and anyway this is gonna be sung by the Leading Lady� when she dains to show her face�.. |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 25, 2008 0:41:44 GMT -6
Messages: 117 - 120 (248 total) anirbas 1/16/2006 1:28 AM 117 out of 248 *gigglegiggle*...roflmao...roflmao...now, what kind of follow-up, am I supposed to come up with, to all that? never mind...I'll attempt a near try... ~*~ [The collaborationist, looks up from her notes, listening with half an ear, to the collective, ranting and raving of the producer, director, and screenwriter; cocks a quizzical eyebrow, at the screenwriter; then speaks] Collaborationist: A love story, that evolves, from a chance connection, on an internet forum concerning Global Warming? He lives in Montana and she lives in Australia? Ummmm...it's do-able, Melvin...Workable...We should up the challenges...Make one already trapped in a doomed relationship...ala Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie falling in love, before he left...What's her name? Jennifer Aniston? Perhaps we could get Angie to be our leading lady? What? No musical background? As Melvin and The Collaborationist, put their heads together, a parade of starlets, begin to hit the stage, to audition. Pamela Anderson, a Desparate Housewife or two, Anna Nicole, to name a few... The Producer and Director's faces, turn greener and greener, with each attempt to sing the first song, of "Is It Spring, Yet?" Spring has Sprung... Director: I dunno, Cecil...Alanis Morrisette, didn't do half bad, in Dogma...And at least she can sing... Whadda think about her? Producer: I'm leaning more towards an unknown, upon the scene...We need another Kelly Clarkson...One that can act as well as she sings... [to the side of the auditorium, a cleaning lady enters, feather duster lightly skimming and touching, here, there, everywhere...a headset, crowning her head, plugged into her ears, deafening her to all about, save the music pouring into her aurical orifices, as she mindlessly goes about her duties. she bares an odd resemblance, to the Carol Burnett cleaning lady character...only she's a bit younger and way cuter...*t-he*...cleaning away in her own little world, unaware she has an audience, she dances as she goes about her responsibilities. hips wagging and wiggling, from side to side, she runs the feather duster, right over the Producer's head!] Producer: What the-Hey! Watch it, Cinderella! Oblivious, she has intruded, she dust the Director's head, next! Obviously, the Director's anger management classes, aren't working; as he whips out his hand, and jerks the headset, from the daydreaming as she works, cleaning lady's, curlshrouded cranium! Now, he's gone and done it! A blast of new world, hip wagging and undulating music, blows from the now headless, headset's earphones-as Nelly and Crew's latest belts about the auditorium..."Smile for me,Baaby. Lemmee see your grill" "Letchaya see my what?"Yeah, your grille. Yeah, yeah, your grill, lemme see you grill..." The collaborationist, turns her head away from the screenwriter's, and looks at the cleaning lady, the light of an epiphany, shining from her features... Collaborationist: Can you sing? Cleaning Lady: Only in the shower, toots. Only in the shower... ~*~ and somewhere, the as yet, claimed and chosen, so-called Leading Lady, sits in a garrett, somewhere in the near distant, far out there...musing to herself- methinks...a certain old world, gentleman adventurer... hasn't the slightest idea, what's gonna hit him, when touring the new world... smiling, she flips out the light, singing softly, "smile for me baaby... lemmee see your grill..." *gigglegiggle* anirbas 1/16/2006 1:33 AM 118 out of 248 *t-hehehe*...oh my stars... this is to rich a coincidence, not to share...as I hit submit... guess what came flowing outta my radio? "Smile for me baaby...Lemme see your grill..." honest to God...swear on my baby's grave. hehehehehehehehe...ain't life grand? except for when it isn't... (((((((((((((((LNLandCrew))))))))))))))))) anirbas 1/17/2006 5:59 PM 119 out of 248 Artist: Norah Jones Lyrics Song: Turn Me On Lyrics Like a flower waiting to bloom Like a lightbulb in a dark room I'm just sitting here waiting for you To come home and turn me on Like the desert waiting for the rain Like a school kid waiting for the spring I'm just sitting here waiting for you To come on home and turn me on My poor heart, it's been so dark since you been gone After all, you're the one who turns me off You're the only one who can turn me back on My hi-fi's waiting for a new tune The glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes I'm just sitting here waiting for you To come on home and turn me on Turn me on ~*~ With the director, producer, scriptwriter and his collaborationist gone home for the day... The cleaning lady, takes the stage... She lied...She can to sing without water running... *gigglegigglegiggle* Love_n_light 1/18/2006 12:43 AM 120 out of 248 He took down the butterfly net; Entered the dark forest without regret, Looking for the rarest species.. He didn�t have long to wait, As through sunlit trees she fluttered; Straight into the yawning net.. Nestling there without regret He could have sworn he heard her mutter, �Is it Spring yet?� |
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