And the moon grows dimmer
At the tides low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you're caught in the web...

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Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do

Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going
I will understand

You've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

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My foundations
are in the universe
my spirit is universal
despite all pressures against me
to choose sides
black or white
man or woman
gay or straight
I am still a child
and an old woman
my blood is red
my choice is not to choose
I cannot choice
I am the exception to the rule of choice
I am one and all without exception
I defy the rules
I am me.

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Sweet little cherry blossom,
blooming before her time
Moving her lips to her favorite song,
cherishing every rhyme
Swaying her hips to the rhythm,
humming along with the tune
Lost in her own little dream world
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching her I cannot help,
but go back in my mind
And suddenly I find I am 15 again

Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching the girl I'm reminded
she's quite a lot like me
Trapped in the suburbs of wonderland,
lost in her own fantasy
Somehow my heart never grew up,
no one ever burst my balloon
So here I am swirling in star dust,
slow dancing with the moon

Still believe some day my wildest dreams
will all come true
And I'll find someone who'll
make me 15 again
But until then I'm
Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon














































































































































































































Monday, May 09, 2005

I've become obsessed with fantasy art. Especially Linda Bergkvist and Jessica Galbreth. I don't know what it is about this type of art, but I can't stop just staring at it. It's absolutely fascinating.

It takes you to another world. That sounds so cliche, yet it's so true. It's like seeing my emotions put down on paper. In art. It's the same feeling you get when you hear a really good song, a Billy Joel, Bob Dylan type song. Those songs that just move you. That's what fantasy art has become to me. It moves me to a world of emotion, pure, unlimited emotion. Where it's okay to be afriad, it's okay to be mysterious, it's okay to be a little dark sometimes.

I'm looking at the print of Dark Enchantment that I got. I've seen this picture so much, yet even now, it's hard to keep my eyes away from it, to look at the screen and type this. The mystery. The beauty. She's totally calm, completely sure of herself. And the eyes call out to you, a pool of possibility hidden behind two white eyes. They call out to you to take you to another place, another world. Away from the mudane world of ours to a world of fantasy. A world of wonder, of enchantment.

Come little children, I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden of magic

Gotta love Hocus Pocus. But seriously, how much more awesome would it be if we lived in a world of fairies and dragons and nymphs and elves. Witches and Wizards. Aes Sedai. All the cool things you read about. I love dreaming about such things. My mind lives in a world of fantasy, even if I do not. That's something at least. You may think I'm being crazy. You may thing I'm losing touch with reality. I call it enjoying myself. I know whats real, and I know what's not. And I know there are things between, that you can't prove don't exist. And it's fun sometimes, to imagine. To dream. To pretend. We lose a lot when we grow up. We lose the innocence of childhood. But much more important, we loose the imagination of a child. I think we should all try to gain that back. To fight for our imagination. Because it can make everyday a good day. May everyday a wonder.

To see Beauty in everything around you. And if you can't see it, to make it. And if you can't make it, to imagine, to believe in it. That is my goal. Beauty. Wonder. Mystery.

brynnlee let the night fall at 6:53 PM

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