Dandelion---Audioslave

Dear Doo,

Settle down now and sit with me
Let me tell you how this all came to be
A yellow flower with your pedals to the air
And flying on paper wings that brought you here
Summer rolls on in the lazy hours
An ether dream way
Of hummingbirds and clouds
Midnight swims in the cool back waves
And you in my arms as it rolls away

[Chorus]
Little dandelion
Let your heart keep time
Now the clouds are gone
All of your tomorrows shine
Oh oh
All of your tomorrows shine
Oh oh
All of your tomorrows shine

Born of restless night the moon as a pearl
Playing games down inside your soft warm world
Hear my voice I know that you can
You're the fire in my eyes
The sun as a man
Seasons come along and seasons go
And what they'll leave behind
I don't pretend to know
I'm afraid that all I have missed
Will loom very large when the darkness lifts

[Chorus]
Little dandelion
Let your heart keep time
Now the clouds are gone
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine

I will ride by your side
Wherever you go
I won't run I won't hide
Just letting you know

[Chorus]
Little dandelion
Let your heart keep time
Now the clouds are gone
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine

4:41 PM - 6/9/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

My greatest work shall not be exhibited within durably bound parchment. Ticks without recourse shall mummify each painstaking avowal with unpitying dust. Myriad accolades strewn about by eager minds shall inevitably fail to uproar value to soul. The destined sonnet of purpose awaits liberation by a heart's wave.

A lone finger representative of all satisfied flesh shall incise the consummate lyrics upon a mirrored foundation. Glossed by the steam of a necessary rejuvenating flow conduced between two bodies whom erstwhile evaded constraint and subsumed passion. Fading visibility coupled with unpublished recognition will not depreciate the art burst forth from true wild emotion.---Loretta

11:42 PM - 5/27/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Mo Anam Cara

Dear Doo,

"Intimacy and belonging played important and inseparable roles in Celtic life. Celtic people believed that souls could interconnect, forming the deepest of bonds. When this occurred, a person was said to have found their soul mate. In Irish, “My Soul Mate” translates into “Mo Anam Cara,” and is pronounced muh onum kara.

The Celts understood that all phases of life involve a journey from darkness into light. It begins with conception where we develop in our mother’s dark womb. We then emerge into the light at birth. As we progress in life, there are many physical, mental, emotional and spiritual changes. Each one can be seen as a similar journey. Finding one’s soul mate is no different."

9:48 PM - 5/19/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

"Love Is"--Stevie Nicks

Dear Doo,

Do you know what this is
No, I don't
But whatever it is
It's very powerful
Have you felt this way before
Oh, I thought I knew
Do you know that I love you now
Oh yes, I do

Love is...
You've got the softest lips

You know that I cannot stay
Yes, I know
It has nothing to do
With you or with love
Oh, yes it does
Do not call or come around here
Do not tell
You know that I loved you then
Oh well...

Love is...
You've got the softest lips
Love is...
The touch of your fingertips
Love is...
Knowing you won't let go

She awakens things
That he said he thought were dead
He says, are you happy now
Oh yes, I am
But when it's over
How then will you feel
Will you miss those arms that used to go
Around you

So she stood there in the hallway frozen
In the dark
And her heart broke down
She cried
She fell to the floor

One tear slid across her lips
To the corner of her mouth
Love is...
And dropped to the floor

Love is...
You've got the softest lips
Love is...
The touch of your fingertips
Ooh, she says love is
Knowing you wont let go
Love is...
Watching you go

You're so very powerful
Love is...

Am I happy
Yes I am
Do I know you love me now
Yes I do
Do I know you cannot stay
I know
All about love
All about love

You're so very powerful

10:28 PM - 5/18/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

"Goodnight lovers"

Dear Doo,

You can take your time
I'll be waiting in line
You don't even have to give me
The time of day
 
When you're born a lover
You're born to suffer
Like all soul sisters
And soul brothers---Depeche Mode

10:55 PM - 5/16/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

"The study of when I believed I belonged to you, to you
You see I've made you into something more delicious,
My sweet ghost"----Blue October

9:29 PM - 5/4/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

Maybe your life is what I need sometimes
You took the most and best of anyone
You said to "keep me in your pocket"
So I carried you---Jimmy Eat World

1:46 AM - 4/29/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

Since yesterday I have kept you and your puppy in my thoughts. With every ounce of strength, I send you both positive thoughts of haleness. With hearty spirit I deliver, through steadfast meditation, comfort to reach your heart.

9:12 PM - 4/17/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

I know that I think of you more than I should. Yet, it seems as though it's innate. Regardless of genre, I can find you within song. Certain chords deliver your face into view. Purposely sealing my eyes in attempts to imprison your visage. These moments, however brief they may be, bring immense warmth upon my soul.

9:44 PM - 4/8/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

When I know that you are here, I catch myself gazing longer at the people and cars that pass...maybe just maybe I'll steal a glimpse of you. The more I thought about it, a quandary manifested. Who would I really be robbing? When I see you again, I want to take in all that is you…Within a passing glance I would surely be the victim.

8:32 PM - 3/27/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

Strip away all romantic and sentimental feelings that fester within this heart of mine, and there will still exist such reverence for the amazing person that is Doo. You bring such beautiful things into my life without ever truly knowing.  

4:04 PM - 3/25/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Somebody Loved

Dear Doo,

This is how I want you to feel....regardless if I never get another chance to see those eyes, hold your hand, or kiss those lips...wherever you may go...you will always be  "somebody loved"

"Somebody Loved" by The Weepies

Rain turns the sand into mud
Wind turns the trees into bone
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved
Nights when the heat had gone out
We danced together alone
Cold turned our breath into clouds
We never said what we were dreaming of
But you turned me into somebody loved
Someday when we're old and worn
Like two softened shoes
I will wonder on how I was born
The night I first ran away from you
Now my feet turn the corner back home
Sun turns the evening to rose
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into
You turn me into
You turn me into somebody loved
Somebody loved
Somebody loved

3:41 PM - 3/21/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Calm now....

Dear Doo,

Perhaps your spirit sensed my inane torment, for you liberated my vexation within a nocturnal disclosure...Within said dream you clasp my hand and merely uttered one word, "breathe".

6:35 PM - 3/18/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

I think that this week is going to slap me with a reality I'm not prepared to face. Awarding free time to a person who thinks herself into circles is a dangerous thing. First melodramatic snippet:

There is such a need within me for you to know the words you inspire within me.

Yet, your life would be the same never even knowing…

Your happiness is found elsewhere…My sentimental lyrics must become stale and insignificant in comparison to what you receive at another’s declaration…

9:30 PM - 3/17/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

It's difficult knowing that you may be passing me on the street. That we may be in fact only inches away from each other at any given moment. To be quite frank, it is maddening.

4:50 PM - 3/17/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

"Sometimes when you're crying, you're happy.

sometimes you're just crying......."--Willie Nelson

8:28 PM - 3/16/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do

I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.---Sara Bareilles "Gravity"

3:25 PM - 3/11/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

9:39 PM - 3/9/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Tattoo findings....

Dear Doo,

"The ivy leaf portrayed by prehistoric potters of long-forgotten cultures evolved into the red playing-card heart. This botanic symbol found in ancient Greek and Roman art - primarily in vase painting - represented both physical and, above all, eternal love, withstanding death."

On Grecian stelae and later on Roman gravestones and early Christian graves in catacombes, the ivy leaf symbolizes eternal love, i.e. love beyond the grave.

"Mans life is like a drop of dew on a leaf."---Socrates

"Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him."---Henry Ward

3:49 PM - 3/8/2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Dear Doo,

Hope is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all. 
-Emily Dickinson

12:55 PM - 3/5/2008 - comments {0} - post comment