Reality...

 Ooh Baby I love your way
Everyday, yeah

Shadows grow so long before my eyes,
and they're moving across the page.
Suddenly the day turns into night,
Far away from the city.

But don't, ho no, hesitate,
cause your love just won't wait

Ooh Baby I love your way. Everyday, yeah yeah
Wanna tell you I love your way. Everyday yeah yeah
Wanna be with you night and day.

Moon appears to shine and light the sky
With the help of some firefly.
Wonder how they have the power to shine,
Shine, shine, shine,
I can see them under the pine.

But don't, ho no, hesitate,
cause your love just won't wait

Ooh baby I love you way. Everyday, yeah yeah
Wanna tell you I love your way. Everyday, yeah yeah
I wanna be with you night and day.
Oh baby, oh baby please,
Everyday, yeah,
I will love, I will love ya,
I love your way, ooh baby, please

I can see the sunset in your eyes,
Brown and grey, and blue besides.
Clouds are stalking islands in the sun.
I wish I could buy one, out of season.

Oh don't hesitate, 'cause your love just won't wait 
just won'twait)
Ooh baby I love your way (every, everyday)
I wanna tell you I love your way
I wanna be with you night and day
(Everyday, every way)

Misunderstood

"Misunderstood"

Trying to be misunderstood,
But it doesn’t do me any good, 
Love the way they smiled at me
Held that face for eternity
Now let them all fly off, 
When it comes down, 
It all comes down, 
And you will not be found,
When it’s over, 
It’s all over, 
Even if I make a sound

I’ll be misunderstood,
By the beautiful and good in this city,
None of it was planned,
Take me by the hand,
Just don’t try and understand 

Trying to be misunderstood,
Just a product of my childhood,
Still I find myself outside,
You can’t say I haven’t tried,
Perhaps I tried too hard,
No excuses, 
I Won’t apologized,
To justify your lies, 
Come find me, 
Tell them to me, 
Look me in the eyes 

I’ll be misunderstood,
By the beautiful and good in this city,
None of this was planned,
Take me by the hand,
just don’t try and understand 

Can’t forgive sorry to say,
You don’t know you’re guilty anyway,
Isn’t it funny how we don’t speak the language of love?

Around

 “Love what you have.
 Need what you want.
Accept what you receive
. Give what you can.
 Always remember, what goes around, comes around…” 

On line

The Magic

The Sunset

The crimson sunset above

The magical horizon orange and purple

Setting fire to the sea

The warm golden soft sand 

The crisp colour and rhythmic sounds

The birds swiftly on the ocean

Setting movement to the sea

The people counting down

As the night sky slowly takes over

The beauty of the Sunset

The soothing crimson sun

Being kidnapped by the moon

Summer Autumn Winter Spring 

It gives the same effect

And no matter how hard you try

Your mind can not be taken away

By such glamour

All day your waiting for it

It's the time when you relax

And all of your worries swept away

It's the magic of the Sunset. 

Talia Simpson

The Coin

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have and only you can 

determine how it will be spent. Be careful, lest you let others spend it for you

 
Rod McKuen

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Photography is

Photography is not unlike the sea, which may offer a benign

surface to the observed even as it conceals depths and current

below.” ― Anita Shreve

Vague shadow

Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the muse;
Nothing refuse.

'Tis a brave master,
Let it have scope,
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope;
High and more high,
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But 'tis a god,
Knows its own path,
And the outlets of the sky.
'Tis not for the mean,
It requireth courage stout,
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending;
Such 'twill reward,
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.

Leave all for love;-
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, for ever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
Vague shadow of surmise,
Flits across her bosom young
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free,
Do not thou detain a hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Tho' her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive,
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.

Ralph Emerson

Birches Bend

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
(Now am I free to be poetical?)
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

My Eyes

Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You"

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.

Pardon the way that I stare.
There's nothing else to compare.
The sight of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel.
Please let me know that it's real.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say: OK
Oh pretty baby, don't let me down
I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say: It's OK
Oh pretty baby, don't let me down
I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

I need you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm a lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say: OK
Oh pretty baby, don't let me down
I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you, oh baby let me love you, oh baby....

Walks in

She Walks in Beauty
by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

Love Thee

How Do I Love Thee?

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Different perspective

If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it

— change the way you think about it.— Mary Engelbreit

25,550 Days

sunrise

 daytime

sunset

If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away, just to spend them with you.

 

Jim Croce