Strange Planet

October 31, 2006 at 1:47 am (Art, Doodles, Drawing, Photoshop)

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Hi Everyone! I had much fun the other night seeing my friend at the theatre. He was just great!

Today I have a rather wierd picture for you that I drew. Actually it was just a doodle on a note pad so I scanned it, took out the lines, made a sunset and coloured it in using Photoshop.

Its a bit odd but I kind of like it. I hope you do too. I call it Strange Planet.

Love Me xxx

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Here I am with my Cat Ears on..

October 28, 2006 at 1:20 am (Uncategorized)

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about to go out for Halloween, to see my friend Colin who has the leading role in the play \”Night Watch\” on at the Brisbane Arts Theatre.

And for all you sultry, sexy, secretive Scorpios out there…happy birthday from your caring, capable, cute Capricorn!

Love Me xxx

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Sweet Mystery…

October 27, 2006 at 4:57 pm (Music, Uncategorized)

When I was at art college one of the guys in the group of friends I had used to get out his guitar late at night and sing us songs until dawn.

One of the musicians he liked was John Martyn. Very chilled out laid back very late at night winding down music. Recently this memory of music came to me and so I searched out some John Martyn music. This music is associated with such wonderful memories for me, I just love it. So here are the lyrics to one of his songs.

Sweet Little Mystery – John Martyn


Just that sweet little mystery that breaks my heart,
Just that sweet little mystery makes me cry.
O that sweet little mystery that’s in your heart,
It’s just that sweet little mystery that makes me try. 

My friends all tell me that I look so sad;
They don’t need to ask me why.
Another reason that I feel so bad,
Since the night you said goodbye.
It’s not the letters that you don’t write;
It’s not the arms of some new friend.
It’s not the crying in the dead of the night
That keeps me hanging on, waiting for the end: 
Just that sweet little mystery that’s in your heart;
Just that sweet little mystery makes me cry.
Oh that sweet little mystery that’s in your heart;
It’s just that sweet little mystery that makes me try. 
I watch the street, I watch the radio;
I don’t need to turn it on.
Another friend comes by and tries to say hello,
Another weekend’s almost gone…
It’s not the letters that you don’t write;
It’s not the arms of some new friend.
It’s not the crying in the depth of the night,
That keeps me hanging on, just waiting for the end: 
It’s that sweet little mystery that’s in your heart;
It’s just that sweet little mystery that makes me cry.
Oh that sweet little mystery that’s in your heart;
It’s just that sweet little mystery that makes me try. 
The time is flying fast, and I don’t care
To spend another night alone.
I want to see you, but I don’t know where,
Till then I’m walking on my own.
It’s not the letters that you just don’t write;
It’s not the arms of some new friend.
It’s not the crying in the depth of the night,
That keeps me hanging on, just waiting for the end. 
It’s that sweet little mystery that’s in your heart;
It’s just that sweet little mystery that makes me cry.
Oh that sweet little mystery that’s in your heart,
It’s just that sweet little mystery that makes me try. 
That sweet little mystery that’s in your heart;
It’s just that sweet little mystery that makes me cry.
Oh that sweet little mystery that’s in your heart,
It’s just that sweet little mystery that makes me try. 
Sweet mystery, sweet mystery;
Sweet mystery, sweet mystery, sweet mystery.
Sweet mystery, sweet mystery, sweet mystery;
Sweet mystery, sweet mystery, sweet mystery…

P.S. Thanks to everyone for the lovely comments regarding my last post. Image

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This post for my late husband.

October 26, 2006 at 3:17 am (Poetry, Uncategorized) ()

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This morning I felt the presence of my late husband around me. I don\’t know exactly how or why I felt this way I just did.

My husband lived on the edge. He was chaos personified. He was wild and crazy. He lived a double life. He was difficult. He was stubborn. He was romantic. He was intelligent. He was charismatic. He was a tortured soul that I thought my love could heal. But love wasn\’t enough.

I just recently bought a new wallet and had to transfer the stuff from my old wallet into my new wallet. In my old wallet was the first poem he wrote me in 1990. The piece of paper is worn and has torn in the creases. I can\’t believe I have been carrying it around for 16 years.

I feel that I am ready now to move on into a new relationship. I think where ever he is he knows that too. I will never forget him, he was a huge part of my life for so long and I did love him even though he had many, many faults. He never went a day without telling me how much he loved me and how grateful he was that I was in his life.

So here is the poem on the torn piece of paper in my wallet.

WAKING

 

from a turbulent sleep of  faerie kings and banes dark deep, inside unbidden and bourne by shades a night spent in Heaven cloud a night spent fleeing from the shadows of Hades. My sleep this night is cold then warm lulling me with calm then assailing me with storm.

 

            Conflict reigns over what was once a fair land.

 

Then out of the depths of the maelstrom comes a goddess, princess of light, she treads softly whispering comfort to the night, shows me a way to languorous dreams, place of sanctuary from the torturous screams that haunt other paths to a wood of Autumn glow where peace is free and loves not lost and sylvan sylphs follow, laughing in glee all around her, seen only fleetingly  behind moss rock, beside a stream though the branches of the trees.

 

            My eyes pleading to hers she allows me inside her keep.

 

She touches my forehead purges my fear bringing me closer to her bosom near, our heart beats merging One, become, to soar up into unbridled joy, rising with the Sun, to contemplate the dawn of things, burning brightly, heart and hope. To be joined Isis and Osiris  in rapture enveloped.

 

            And though, sometimes, I may awaken without your beauty near, I know with joy we’ll reunite, for always without fear.

 

And LIVE.

(Steven     21.8.1965 – 8.8.2005    RIP)

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Elvis Appeared in My Sandwich!

October 23, 2006 at 2:14 am (Photoshop)

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More chopping for you…

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Archeologists Discover Mercury Did Exist!

October 23, 2006 at 2:13 am (Photoshop)

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UFO’s?

October 23, 2006 at 2:11 am (Photoshop)

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A Great Way to Fly!

October 23, 2006 at 2:10 am (Photoshop)

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Snowing at the Beach?

October 23, 2006 at 2:09 am (Photoshop)

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Willard Wonka?

October 23, 2006 at 2:08 am (Photoshop)

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Forget about Oompa Loompas, rats are far more obedient!

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