tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45655879468945110592024-02-18T19:31:40.873-08:00Obscure ThoughtsBe the one to wonder why...Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229146614657863430noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565587946894511059.post-72381188685760625042012-04-23T05:52:00.000-07:002012-04-23T05:52:24.526-07:004 linerFour lines I have to tell my tale,<br />
And now i have but two.<br />
It seems my friend you'll have to wait,<br />
For now, my lines are through.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229146614657863430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565587946894511059.post-68254424266657321352011-08-01T02:27:00.001-07:002011-08-01T02:27:44.024-07:00A whisper in the wind<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">It is a breath that no one breathes,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">It is the sigh of mother Earth.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">It is a whisper in the leaves,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">A tell-tale gust of depthless worth.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">It is a song that nature sings,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">It is a traveller of the land.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">It is a bird with endless wings,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">An airy ghost of no command.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">It is a rage that consumes us all,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">A tempestuous angry beast.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">It is a calm we none can forestall,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">A being we know of least.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">And when we breathe a breath of air,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">We’re taking into us,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">A force we had not best ensnare,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Hence we release it thus.</div>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229146614657863430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565587946894511059.post-6897114058821302372010-11-27T16:52:00.000-08:002010-11-27T16:53:50.572-08:00In Memory...A Little Girl...<br />
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There once was a girl who dared to dream.<br />
Her thoughts did shimmer, her hopes did gleam.<br />
But as she grew, the dream she sought,<br />
Got harder and harder but on she fought.<br />
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The dream she sought was to change the world,<br />
She'd heard of death and with fingers curled,<br />
That girl got up and changed the world.<br />
For better, for worse her dreams unfurled.<br />
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She gave her life, her love her home,<br />
To those who had none, it would be their own.<br />
Her dreams accomplished, her hopes set free,<br />
That girl grew up quite happily.<br />
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Then one day in a tower tall,<br />
An areoplane did crush the wall.<br />
The tower fell, it's twin went too,<br />
The lives of thousands were suddenly through.<br />
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The whole world cried for lives now lost,<br />
To lose a loved one is a terrible cost.<br />
Life's to unknown to not do good,<br />
Laugh, Live, Love...<br />
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We all should.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229146614657863430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565587946894511059.post-83174777803150814222010-11-27T16:44:00.000-08:002010-11-27T16:44:58.867-08:00The AbyssI can't be seen for I am not there,<br />
I have no shadow, no burden I bear.<br />
I can be found in the abyss,<br />
Floating on dreams, where nothings amis.<br />
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I'm seen by those who do not look,<br />
I give me to those I have not took.<br />
I can be found in the abyss,<br />
Sitting on stars and lending my bliss.<br />
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I am that which takes time to grow,<br />
Something which everyone does know.<br />
I can be found in the abyss,<br />
Remember me always do not forget this.<br />
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No name I go by,<br />
But some call me love.<br />
No day I shall die,<br />
I watch over above. Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229146614657863430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565587946894511059.post-32885472008619478822010-09-12T02:38:00.000-07:002010-09-12T02:38:46.596-07:00The Ripple Of A Journey...A travellers eyes seek wisdom,<br />
A journey to behold,<br />
The horizons and the oceans<br />
tell of mysteries old.<br />
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Of lands that yet had to be named,<br />
Of seas that none had sailed.<br />
The births and deaths and many dreams<br />
Of endeavours that had failed.<br />
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The building of a nation,<br />
The founding of a home,<br />
It's what our travellers look for,<br />
While they fly and sail and roam.<br />
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Their final destination,<br />
Will remain unknown.<br />
For travellers do not realise<br />
When they have found a home.<br />
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They will search amoung the waves,<br />
Till time itself does stop.<br />
The turning of the planet,<br />
The ticking of the clock.<br />
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Their journey? It will reach it's end,<br />
They shall embrace their fate.<br />
While the mysteries of the deep,<br />
Lie eternally in wait.Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229146614657863430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565587946894511059.post-17083329546172388932010-09-02T04:30:00.000-07:002010-09-02T04:30:42.445-07:00Zentangleitis...This is my second zentangle in two hours! I think I have caught Zentangleitis! Well, I think that zentangling is 'my thing' and something that I really enjoy doing. This is my latest zentangle which is a bit different from the other two. I'm not quite sure how yet, but whenever I compare it to the others, something seems... changed...<br />
Well, here it is...!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was raining when I drew this, so I've decided that it's a raindrop. You could call it a tear I suppose, it just didn't really seem appropriate at the time...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I repeated quite a few pattens in this doodle, as I Wasn't feeling particularly inspired to search for more.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is inspired by a photo I took of a blue spotted Orchid.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229146614657863430noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565587946894511059.post-67148999034955025402010-09-01T04:46:00.000-07:002010-09-02T03:19:53.102-07:00The First Zentangle...<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I first heard about Zentangles through mum. They are a random little (or big) doodles that you draw in pen only. You are meant to just empty your mind and draw whatever little squiggles happen across your mind. Here is my first attempt at a Zentangle. It took me three days, because I kept getting bored of drawing the same old pattern over and over! However, I am pleased with the end result...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8McTMWXd5EiQ0bsWQHS-17jpna5Cc-1kmPeErgfH0O0xJUNW4X6MxPTljlLg0A8hc6rVcRsY4xmfL5590Of8PYtyZaVKuDb9WeUWXZxZqCe2OK62yE1khUW6XwysaXGh1l3opZyslXgmc/s1600/IMG_2824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8McTMWXd5EiQ0bsWQHS-17jpna5Cc-1kmPeErgfH0O0xJUNW4X6MxPTljlLg0A8hc6rVcRsY4xmfL5590Of8PYtyZaVKuDb9WeUWXZxZqCe2OK62yE1khUW6XwysaXGh1l3opZyslXgmc/s320/IMG_2824.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229146614657863430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4565587946894511059.post-25742969576463574352010-08-31T19:27:00.000-07:002010-08-31T19:27:20.465-07:00What Do We Search For?I wrote this as a question. What do we search for? What is it that we, as humans, search for in life? Here is the poem that is so far, my favorite...<br />
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<div align="center">'What do we search for?'</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Age defies wisdom,</div><div align="center">The wise mans word.</div><div align="center">The call of wisdom,</div><div align="center">I have not yet heard.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">But what do we search for?</div><div align="center">The wise man asks.</div><div align="center">The knowledge of all things,</div><div align="center">Of wisdom's mask?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Yet if we don't find it,</div><div align="center">What will we do?</div><div align="center">Our life would have been pointless,</div><div align="center">Once it was through.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">But if we do find it,</div><div align="center">The wisdom we seek.</div><div align="center">What would we do with it?</div><div align="center">Life would be bleak.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The wise man found wisdom,</div><div align="center">So search we must.</div><div align="center">All through the ages,</div><div align="center">Till our bones are dust.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">But...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">If you ask the wise man of the wisdom you seek,</div><div align="center">The knowledge you search for,</div><div align="center">The answers you drink.</div><div align="center">He will tell you you've found it.</div><div align="center">And you will wonder how.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So when you sit back and reflect on your search,</div><div align="center">For knowledge and wisdom and destiny's perch.</div><div align="center">You will discover that it's the journey that counts</div><div align="center">The paths you take, it all amounts.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">For the paths that you choose and the roads that you take,</div><div align="center">They all contribute to the journey you make.</div><div align="center">For the paths that you choose and the roads that you take,</div><div align="center"><u>They</u> are the wisdom for which you ache.</div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center">'After the Storm...'</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The rain falls softly in the trees,</div><div align="center">Whose branches dance in the breeze,</div><div align="center">Blue skies have turned palest grey,</div><div align="center">In the Breeze long grass does sway.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The sodden earth shines wet and cold,</div><div align="center">The thunder booms of storiese old,</div><div align="center">The creatures hide in shelters dark,</div><div align="center">Their small soft footprints leave no mark.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Amidst the cold and wet and night,</div><div align="center">A beacon is found, shining bright.</div><div align="center">For even if blow does the storm,</div><div align="center">One thing shall remain the norm...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The storm will always go away,</div><div align="center">And after comes a fresh new day.</div><div align="center">Where bees will buzz and birds will sing,</div><div align="center">And sun will shine on everything.</div><div align="center"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Words plaster the ceiling like fairy floss on a childs fingers,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fate swirls around the room like seaweed in a current,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope hovers in front of the window like a wasp on a humid day,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And destiny swallows them all like a starving animal presented with love.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Imagination runs wilder than a brumby,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dreams fly higher than the clouds,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Failures sink lower than the sea bed,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And nothing forces them to do this.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shoot for the moon,</div><div style="text-align: center;">For even if you miss...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You shall land amoung the stars.</div>Andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12229146614657863430noreply@blogger.com2