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, June 13, 2005

There's something enchanting about the darkness. Something that always makes things different, always a little off, intriguing. Yet it's comforting as well. There's something warm about the coldness of the dark, of the night. A chilling comfort. It hides you from the exposure of light, from the 'garish light of day'. The light, however beautiful and inspiring, exposes all your flaws. It shows everything, every beauty, and every mistake. But in the darkness, you can hide what you've done, the scars on yourself. You can hide, and be whoever you wish to be. You can become something different, in the dark, guided by the pale moon. The cold, pale moon, that can light a fire in your soul. Raised high above in glory and despair, where endless lights of knowledge twinkle in the pale dark. Thoughts abound, unchecked and held in stark contrast of the infinite, empty, blackness. Nothing holds you back. Nothing constricts you. There are no duties in the darkness, no responsibilities. Darkness gives you a freedom that you cannot get anywhere else. A freedom from yourself. From the world. From all the weights you know you'll have to face once the light breaks over the horizion. Once you see those golden rays on the water, it's like watching the weight come back into the world. It's like watching you dreams be pushed away.. pushed away by that light full of guile.

brynnlee let the night fall at 1:42 PM

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