Such are the importance of friends...to help you sew your pants when they are torn in unreachable places...
Friday, August 08, 2008
Sewing has a new name....
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Princess ponders: Caught
The butterfly loved the flowers and the dragonfly loved the butterfly. While she danced and sang he'd watch her. The grasshopper always said " NEVER go near the oak tree." Pity, he never said why."Let's go to the oak trees," said the dragonfly, "I hear flowers with crimson middles and sugary petals there live". " Let's not," said the butterfly for she feared the words of the grasshopper.
The dragonfly did not budge for he was stubborn. She pulled away and he pushed her forward.
Many a day later, he succeeded. They flew away to the oak tree.
Everything the dragonfly said was true. Sure enough there were flowers more beautiful than he described. She danced and sang. He watched her. She danced and sang and danced and...
But what the grasshopper said was also true. For the butterfly danced right into the spider's web. The spider laughed heartily at her fortune. The butterfly struggled and feared her future.
The dragonfly tried to help her. He pulled but she would not budge. She was stuck fast.
The spider laughed.
The dragonfly said, "Take me instead."
The spider laughed.
The butterfly cried, "NO!!"
The spider pulled the butterfly away and the dragonfly flew towards the spider. The butterfly flew away to hide. She turned around to see the last of the dragonfly stuffed into the spider's mouth. As she hid in the flower petal, she saw the spider turn around with glee in her eyes and both their eyes met.
Princess wonders: Death of the monarchy
The king called for his dancers, he called for the chef. He commanded music, dance and good food. The jester was summoned, banners ordered to put up, instruments to be polished and curtains to be drawn apart. He said, " Let the stars and the moon join us in celebration!"But the food was served simple and plain, brought wafts of burnt bread. The dancers danced not yet stood at a corner clad in black. There were no banners, the instruments- not a glimmer. The curtains drawn. The musicians played the funeral march.
"What is happening?" asked the king.
"A funeral, your majesty," answered a soldier clenching his sword.
"Who's funeral?" he asked yet again.
"Yours, you majesty."
Princess views: A conversation between the heart and the mind
Infatuation...It has a way of lingering at the corner of your heart.The way it plays 'Conquer' with the heart and the mind.
Mind says " No! It's not worth it!"
Heart says "Why?? Why not?"
Mind says " Think...THINK you fool! Think of betrayal, of hurt and despair. Eventually this will all fade away. Your blue skies will turn grey. Your blooming flowers will die. There will no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. There will be no rainbow. There will be anguish and anger and bitterness and jealousy and...."
Heart says "Jealousy?" (looks up amongst the cloud) Jealousy.
Once again the raging seas of hormones are gallant to these words they calm down sinking along cargo ships of false promises of affection, tenderness and care to join all the once hopeful shipwrecks down below in the deep and dark....
Princess thinks: Time Machine
I want to create a time machine,To make good moments last a little longer,
But will I fall deeper in love,
With what I can not have?
Only God knows.
I want to create a time machine,
So I can save people,
Pevent mishaps, deaths
But I am not God am I?
I want to create a time machine,
So I can see what I will be.
Will I be held with love and care
Or am I the on to hold on to?
Will God hold on to me?
I want to create a time machine
so that I will not be a machine to time.
A time machine is all I need.
So I look up.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Quotable Quotes
Before I build a wall I'd ask to know, what i was walling in or walling out.
Robert Frost, Mending Walls
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles.
Miracles by Walt Whitman
Robert Frost, Mending Walls
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles.
Miracles by Walt Whitman
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