I was on my blogwalking escapades, and found this,  It was touching enough for me to want to share it..  Click the link on the title to go directly to her space..  Thanks

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Magic in my words

Poetry has magic, especially when it comes from the heart. It can touch us, move us, delight us, enlighten us, make us laugh, make us cry, and both soften and enrich our deepest memories. It is the tie that binds one stranger to another, often in friendship, sometimes in love, always in understanding.

 Many of us feel the need to question life. Sometimes we are fortunate to find the answers we seek, and sometimes we find ourselves just drifting endlessly, searching for the answers that seem to constantly elude us.

 

I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
Worth what I've been blessed.

I search through days that have been hard,
To try to understand,
The many trials that I have known,
The life that I have had.

You see me in my daily grind,
So confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question
Just where I belong.

I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me,
Always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach,
Where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
Always fades before my stare.

It seems the harder that I try,
To focus through the haze,
Just serves to add more questions,
Through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,
To understand it all,
For can we ever truly know
Just what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passed,
Just adds upon the next,
But in the end, will I find truth ...
Or will I be perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder
Than it has to be sometimes,
But will my searching bring to me
My meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken,
And confused as I feel now,
While questions bring no solitude,
To this, my wrinkled brow.

 

 

 

Bebe: A term of French derivation to denote a french antique doll that has a child-like appearance. The original french meaning was newborn child. Around 1879-1880, when Emile Jumeau starting manufacturing "French Bebes ", the term began to refer to a slightly older doll child between the ages of 2 and 8. Jumeau Triste production was focused on this older bebe definition.

Its been a while, and I hate to admit that I played with dolls as a child, but when your locked in your house with 2 sisters you tend to just go with the flow .  These French Bebe's have always been very beautiful to me,  maybe its how I judge if someone has beauty in them somehow..

Either way , I wanted to express that someone may call you baby, and you may automatically think of it in the most negative fashion,  but how do you know that they aren't calling you bebe ?  Either way  your still a beautiful doll and that is just how it is.  Reading between the lines  can sometimes lead you on the wrong path.

Speaking of wrong paths, I've been down a lot of those in my life. They always have one thing in common ,though,  and that is that they always have a lesson to be learned. You just normally cannot  see that lesson unless you stop looking at the path and start enjoying the journey.  Its not fun to stare at your feet all the day , you miss all the wonderful things along the way.

Cheers.

Bastol.

' okay 'D'  you asked for it.. here you go, You know I can't back down a challenge after i have had a few pints. '

Hidden beneath liquid white
is depth like an ocean
in a tropical night

sensuous pools deep and new
within the perfect sphere
rippled in true  
they have nothing to fear

Speaking of confidence
beauty unbound
heaven can wait
in these i have drowned

their sins are just naughty
but its a river so haughty
it will keep me awake
too many pleasures to partake

help my heart please
they are emphatic with tease
with every glance
my mind is entranced

distract me with laughter
or just another lager
but hide me from sin
or prick me with a pin
cause another glance
might just do me in

take my hand
don't be afraid
when we are together
we may have it made

We sing and we dance
Cuddle and romance
but here we are together
when lightning strikes
it will be forever

inside ourselves we tantalize
dream of romance and Fantasize
remove ourselves from what lies we made
criticize each others fate.

When our illusions fade
we might have it made
if we only can make that trade
illusions aren't forever babe.

We sing and we dance
Cuddle and romance
but here we are together
when lightning strikes
it will be forever

Within these walls we built in life
our hearts just cannot survive
yet we build them and reinforce the lies

walking in circles
forever lost in our lives
without direction
without drive

Thanks 'D' for convincing me to stay and have another beer.  and challenging out a couple more poems.  I hope you enjoyed yours.  And I'm back in the writing mode!

blue eyes wide and bright

illuminates the darkest night

tantalizing windows to a soul deep down

to a heart of passion with loves crown

blue eyes open and bright

the color of sea in tropical light

dazzling with life's purity

a seconds glance lasts eternally

blue eyes wide open and bright 

even when age enters the twilight

those beautiful jewels will be as ever

because your lighted soul shines forever

Прикоснись своей рукой
И дыхание со мной навсегда, да
Я люблю смотреть в глаза
Я скажу и ты сказал мне тогда
Мне тогда

Я люблю тебя за то, что ты есть
За то, что ты здесь и просто рядом
Я люблю тебя за то, что такой
За то, что ты мой и даже взглядом
Я люблю тебя

Я усну в твоих руках
Или каплей на губах навсегда, да
Два тепла в одно тепло
Мне в твоих руках светло навсегда
Навсегда

Я люблю тебя за то, что ты есть
За то, что ты здесь и просто рядом
Я люблю тебя за то, что такой
За то, что ты мой и даже взглядом
Я люблю тебя

 
Да, прикоснись своей рукой
И дыхание со мной навсегда
Да, я люблю твои глаза
Вспоминаю как сказал мне тогда
Я люблю тебя за то, что ты есть
За то, что ты здесь и просто рядом
Я люблю тебя за то, что такой
За то, что ты мой и даже взглядом
Я люблю тебя
Я люблю тебя

JUST CLICK ME!

So we are all smart.. But I think WE need to challenge ourselves.. 

My idea is to come up with a list of supplies and  keep the cost under 20$

then see who can make the coolest machine like in the video  using only the supplies listed and  certain approved things like marbles and elastic bands and stuff. ..

?? cool idea ?? 

I can even host the videos  :)

I have been playing my new piano and learning how to play ( that's it on the right , a Yamaha cvp305 ).  So I have not hardly looked at my blog in a bit.. For this i apologize, But i am trying to heal my soul with music. and I'm going to find the answer i seek soon.

Congratulations, Bastol!

Your IQ score is 129

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.

Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.

So what's a good IQ score ? It seemed fair.

You can click the score above and post your results here.  ( I will delete any derogatory posts! )