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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 commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,
Hope is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all. 12:55 PM - 3/5/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,What is it that I lack?? If I knew, I would diligently exert all effort and time in acquiring whatever piece that I'm missing that keeps you from wanting me........... 10:58 PM - 3/2/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDear Doo,"And how the grace with which she walked into your life Will stay with you in your steps , and pace with you a while For so long, so long so long so long"--Dashboard Confessional 6:59 PM - 3/1/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyIronyDear Doo,My heart was freely given to you before I even knew who I was to be.......Now that I know who I am, with you it belongs still.......So much more to give you now, yet time has distanced your welcoming hands and reciprocating heart…the Gods of Irony mock my existence……….. 10:08 PM - 2/24/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyBrandi CarlileDear Doo,Maybe someday when you're old and gray
And your hair falls out and your tattoos fade You might see me standing Hat in hand---Brandi Carlile 3:12 PM - 2/22/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy"Fire"Dear Doo,Yesterday a song made it's way into my ears. Since that moment, this thought won't dissipate. My apologies for the lack of an abstract unravelment, but the density of this urge demands direct explicitness. The consuming obsession of how it would feel if you were to kiss my lips............. When we kiss I'm on fire Your tenderness Gives me desire I can't resist Your tender lips When we kiss Ooh... Fire ---Babyface 5:44 PM - 2/21/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyResuscitation of verveDear Doo,Resuscitation of “verve.” (got from Matisse painting) Butterflies winged of hesitance swarm. Neurotic fluster of core. Disciplined feline withholds tongue. Disturbance of all encompassing senses, Avow my unmitigated truth……. 10:46 PM - 2/19/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy"BLACK"Dear Doo,Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay, Her legs spread out before me as her body was still. All five horizons revolved around her soul as the Earth to the Sun. Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn. Ooh, and all I taught her was everything. Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore. And now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds of what was everything. All the pictures have all been washed in black, Tattooed everything... I take a walk outside, I'm surrounded by some kids at play. I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear? And twisted thoughts that spin round my head, I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning... How quick the sun can drop away, And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything. All the pictures have all been washed in black, Tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to black, Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be, yeah. I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky, But why, why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine? -----Pearl Jam 7:08 PM - 2/19/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyIllogical weaknessDear Doo,
"If you cant get someone out of your head, then maybe they're suppose to be there." 11:13 PM - 2/18/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyDreaming......Dear Doo,Such songs ushered your manifestation into my dreams….beautifying words of affinity extracted a subconscious compulsion towards my physical aching. "Though dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart." 3:08 PM - 2/17/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyBob DylanDear Doo,"Emotionally yours" Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun. Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me you're the one. I could be learning, you could be yearning to see behind closed doors. But I will always be emotionally yours. Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart. Come baby, teach me, come baby, reach me, let the music start. I could be dreaming but I keep believing you're the one I'm livin' for. And I will always be emotionally yours. It's like my whole life never happened, When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought. I know this dream, it might be crazy, But it's the only one I've got. Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be satisfied. Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open wide. I could be unraveling wherever I'm traveling, even to foreign shores. But I will always be emotionally yours. 2:40 PM - 2/14/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyBlue GuitarDear Doo,The blue guitar that Dave Grohl, lead singer of the Foo Fighters, played during the grammy's is my dream guitar........ The man bent over his guitar, A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said “You have a blue guitar, You do not play things as they are .”
The man replied, “Things as they are Are changed upon the blue guitar.” ---Wallace Stevens 2:09 PM - 2/12/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyUse well the daysDear Doo,There are songs in which I can close my eyes and feel the warmth that shall overcome my senses the moment our paths once again collide.............listen "Use well the Days" Annie Lennox
6:57 PM - 2/11/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyMy black swanDear Doo,The term black swan comes from the ancient Western conception that all swans were white. In that context, a black swan was a metaphor for something that could not exist. 7:40 PM - 2/10/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyE.E. CummingsDear Doo,"...losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow's own joys and hopings very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return... you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars." - e. e. cummings 2:34 PM - 2/10/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyGreat day...Dear Doo,Every other Saturday, I attempt to allot my best friend with some quality alone time. Being a single parent working her way through nursing school is a commendable struggle. Ten hours a month may not be much time to unwind and relax, but I feel that she deserves the chance to slow down for at least a moment or so. I pick up her two daughters, an 11 year old and a four year old, and find something fun for us to do together for that afternoon. They call me “aunt bean”. Today’s weather was actually nice enough for us to do something outside for a change. We decided to go to the park and roller blade. I had to hold the four year old’s hand the whole time for she has yet to master her balance while rolling on wheels. This afternoon was the first time in a very long time that I’ve sincerely laughed so much, that tears began to emerge. I’ve gotten so caught up in my problems and busy schedule, it was so refreshing to remember what it’s like to enjoy the little things that life can give you. The eleven year old wanted to skate over to the skate park and watch the older boys do the ramps and rails. She asked if I was able to do any of the tricks. I immediately thought of you. I told her no, but that I knew someone who did. I wondered if you would someday teach your nephew to blade. Thinking about it simply added to my developing good mood. All in all, today’s events really brightened my spirits. 10:50 PM - 2/9/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyBad day.........Dear Doo,No pretty words today. The theraputic poet I send forth as my ghost writer of denial must have caught a 24 hour bug. It's days like this that I wish you and I could exchange friendly chatter. You've gone through rough times and seemed to make it through happily. Though we're sitting in different chairs of life, knowing that you're happy allows some hope into my thoughts. I can get through this. I will get through this and come out the otherside a better person than I've ever been. 5:46 PM - 2/7/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyOscar WildeDear Doo,“I knew that I had come face to face with someone whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.”--Wilde 10:39 PM - 2/6/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoyPistola de amor.......Dear Doo,The quick draw of heart to hand remains the only pistol of potency subsisting my arsenal. Yet bullets compounded of abstruse sentiments and seductive lyrical concoctions fail to cast a lover to her knees. The sovereign coup de grace fires point blank ,soul to lips. Therein lodges binding truth's impact. 8:36 PM - 2/6/2008 - comments {0} - post commentShare and enjoy
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