Letters to you

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http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=58643491
I use it mostly for poetry and music notes.

See also, http://yldann.livejournal.com for poetry.

I waited by the shores of the Star Fountain
Thinking of you
Across the many hills of the Far Mountain
While the day was still new

I waited by the Gates of the King's palace
Before all was lost
I drank the bitter dregs of a fool's chalice
And our lives were the cost

I waited by the light of a grey morning
In a land bare and cold
The robins of the air sang the first warning
In their Song sweet and old

Then I knew that we would share all of Life's Knowing
When you came to me
And we would feel the warmth of the winds blowing
On the Lavender Sea

More stuff about Absurd Minds: I looked for the copyright year of Noumenon and could not find it.

They is no copyright notice inscribed on the disk or anywhere in the lyrics booklet.
They have no anti-piracy warnings on their CD, and no dire warnings from the Enforcers of Pathological Lies, Information Suppression, and and Illegal Wiretapping FBI.
The RIAA's marks and "approval" does not appear anywhere on the disk jacket.
They are with Dancing Ferret Disks and are done through an indie outfit.

For these reasons alone, I think I'll go out and buy all their CDs, maybe 2-3 copies... I'd tell the RIAA to eat that as a lesson, but their motivation is info-control and not money so I won't bother.

Some of their lyrics:

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A little ditty that popped into my head one afternoon on the way home from work:

They are obliviots
Straight from Oblivia
They could not comprehend
The simplest trivia

They were just standing there
In spandex underwear
They did not seem to care
they had a vacant stare

I almost ran them down
As I drove in to town
They still refused to budge
Their brains had turned to fudge

They were obliviots
Straight from Oblivia
They could not comprehend
The simplest Trivia...

(I feel much better now)...

http://www.livejournal.com/users/stonemirror/815284.html (SUSPENDED)

and

http://www.ekoji.org/Posted/namuamidabutsu.html (Buddhist poetry)

Ahhgg. Enough unpleasantness already. I have to start focusing on what I want instead of what I don't want. To this end, a poem by e. e. cummings:

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

-- e. e. cummings

I just got the daily search activity report for the website, and someone was searching for "trees of light". Please, who are you? Talk to me! What was it you were looking for? I wish I did have a page about "trees of light". Maybe I will...

Edit - Ah it's a Tolkien reference (Telpirion and Laurelin, slain by Melkor in the First Age).. Been a while since I read that - I'd forgotten. No wonder. People are always looking for Tolkien things on the website for some reason.

Still, what a neat concept just by itself, without any references...

"Trees of Light" ...

The Star Trees...

Part tree, part Starlight

Reaching from the blackwaters deep underground

branching out into the night sky,

a silver glow emanating from the transluscent bark...

I was listening to this song just now - It seems that "Sweet William" had a bit of a problem with rejection, to his eventual detriment. For some reason this version seemed hillarious when I heard it.
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As we rowed out to Fennario
As we rowed out to Fennario
Our captain fell in love
With a lady like a dove
And he called her by name Pretty Peggy-O.

Oh will you marry me Pretty Peggy-O
Oh will you marry me Pretty Peggy-O
Oh will you marry me
And I'll take you out to sea
To lands far beyond Fennario.

Oh I would marry you Sweet William-O
Oh I would marry you Sweet William-O
Oh I would marry you
But your guineas are too few
And I fear that my mama would be angry-O.

If ever I return Pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return Pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return
All your cities I will burn
Destroying all the lands in the area-o.

Come tripping down the stairs Pretty Peggy-O
Come tripping down the stairs Pretty Peggy-O
Come tripping down the stairs
combing back your yellow hair
The fairest young maid in Fennario.

Sweet William is dead Pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William is dead Pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William is dead
To the fishes he's been fed
In a sea far beyond Fennario.

As we rowed out to Fennario
As we rowed out to Fennario
Our captain fell in love
With a lady like a dove
And he called her by name Pretty Peggy-O.
And he called her by name Pretty Peggy-O.

This is a poem that was written by someone during an email correspondence - he didn't know he was writing a poem, but when the conversation was complete, it turned out that when I put lines from each of the emails together in one place, they created a wonderful Song of the spirit...

Awaken, by A.

The Mother has been with us in each of our steps...
Let us be as vessels for Her love
and create through Her influences.
One can't mimic Her creations,
But any may be inspired.
May the Mother guide you and Her Light embrace you.
As the sun rules the skies of these days,
Then let us be like the leaves and waters
Which bathe in its warm embrace
And be as the owl who speaks to the stars...
As for understanding what the wood may say to you,
You merely need to listen.
May you hear the forests' low, eternal hum,
And as the seasons change, sing your words to the trees.
So few take the time or know how to any longer.
May the world awaken to the world.

A blood old and proud in your veins
The depth of the wood in your heart,
A star's light long ago made its home in your eyes
But keep the stealth of the woodland beings
That you be not confined or consumed
For that which has not, will seek to grasp
And that which is not free cannot abide freedom
Wearing, then, the cloak of the invisible
Unbounded, sing with your people in the forest.