Mark Knopfler is a legend

I cannot stop listening to this

Johnny’s got a pocketful of dreams –

it’s patched and there are cakecrumbs in the seams –

to you it may not be a lot

but all the treasure Johnny’s got,

he carries in his pocketful of dreams –

a beetle in a matchbox, a tiny piece of string,

some sealing wax and carpet tacks,

a bell that doesn’t ring –

When Johnny grows to be a man, into a world that’s tough,

he’ll soon be told his pocketful of dreams

won’t be enough –

but if he owns a great big car,

a swimming pool and yacht,

he’ll never be as happy

as the time when all he’s got

is a beetle in a matchbox, a tiny piece of string,

some sealing wax and carpet tacks,

a bell that doesn’t ring…..

People of the theatre

disguise themselves

so cleverly,

so often –

some of them forget

which one

they really are…..

Thankyou Adum!!! :P

ADAM ASKED ME TO THE FORMAL TODAY!!!!
He set up a picnic by the dam, with a playlist, cake and fake wine :P ... AND FLOWERS!!!! now my room smells beautiful :) ...mrs miller loved them too! It was amazing, I'm pretty sure that today I was the most spoilt rotten person in the history of Mueller!  :) 
I felt so incredibly special :)
*sigh*   :D

Sometimes I wish I could be

right inside the minds

of the ones I love –

What would I do?

probably nothing –

just dwell there

and watch them

going mad –

Letters!

I got four letters today!!!  I love getting letters, they make me feel so... so wanted, appreciated, loved?! I think I should write letters more often, to make everyone else feel loved :)  so to all my letter givers, thankyou thankyou thankyou! I told everyone today that I will be sorted after Saturday, but this has now been torturously prolonged to the 15th, so my state of mind must hold on for a few more weeks before I will hopefully be sane again. Sometimes I get so frustrated at myself, I think that if i was closer to God, this turmoil in my brain would not be so intense, but every other Christian i know that knows about all this gets very troubled by it as well. Yay it is raining, yay i am going to put a jumper on! If only this rain would wash clear my brain :)

Somewhere in all of us

there is someone

we mock, we fear

and do not want to know –

but once in a while,

if we are brave enough,

we must face

that frightening,

unknown clown

called ‘self’ –

OH MY GOODNESS LOOK AT THE SUNSET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

My God –

the confusion of youth –

the need for love

without the courage

to give entirely –

the dreams

without the will

to make them come true –

the pursuit of living

without understanding why –

the need for reassurance

and the constant search

for a purpose –

the people you miss

along the way –

until it is to late –

and youth is gone…..

I knew her

when she was young,

beautiful

and full of dreams –

before he gave her children

without love –

before he broke her body,

her mind

and then at last her spirit –

they say she killed herself

last week –

I think she died

a long time ago…..

You stood upon the brink of life

then stepped back

to join the empty, shallow people,

the vacuous faces

and venomous tongues,

the sad, confused sheep

they call society –

God help you from ever knowing

what you have missed

by not stepping forward –

For our poor Matt :'(

Don't think that I can take another empty moment
Don't think that I can fake another hollow smile
It's not enough just to be sorry
Don't think that I could take another talk about it

Just like me you got needs
And they're only a whisper away
And we softly surrender
To these lives that we've tendered away

No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am

Don't wanna be the one who turns the whole thing over
Don't wanna be somewhere where I just don't belong
Where it's not enough just be sorry

Don't you know I feel the darkness closing in
Tried to be more than me
And I gave till it all went away
And we've only surrendered
To the worst part of these winters we've made

No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am

In time

we shall return

to purple hills

and yellow wildflower

in the valley –

rustling softly

in a summer breeze

and crystal waterfalls

that play their merry game

half hidden in a chuckling creek –

to scarlet breasted birds

chattering of their freedom

in the tops of cool, green trees

and all the sounds

that do not shatter silence

but are part of it…..

in time

perhaps we’ll learn

to live again…..

There comes a time

when all the troubles

of the world

seem unimportant

when pitted against the knowledge

that we, personally,

have only a limited time

to live…..

Family

Love love love!!! <3

Of all things

said or written,

perhaps one of the most beautiful is –

‘the meek shall inherit the earth’ –

but how long

can they remain meek

after they are given

the power and the glory?

Surrounded

by moving mouths

and empty eyes –

listening to the senseless babble

of plastic people –

I wonder if their own noise

helps convince them

of their existence –

Why  do

some people

use so many words

to say

absolutely

nothing?

If your behaviour

is so bizarre

to be deemed unacceptable

in society,

you will probably be judged

as mad –

however,

if you are very rich,

you will be hailed

as an eccentric –

...Yet Another

Surrounded

by moving mouths

and empty eyes –

listening to the senseless babble

of plastic people –

I wonder if their own noise

helps convince them

of their existence –

....Another Piece of Nanushka Legendliness...

The glib, glossy people –

fabulous faces

and beautiful bodies –

who trade their souls

for the price

of a picture on a page,

a name on a silver screen

or the dull colour

of a dollar –

but where can a body go

without a soul?

perhaps hell is full

of fabulous faces

and beautiful bodies…..

Sister

I LOVE my sister!!!  =D

Good Old Frosty

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud

And goes down burning into the gulf below,

No voice in nature is hear to cry aloud

At what has happened. Birds, at least, must know

It is the change to darkness in the sky.

Murmuring something quiet in her breast,

One bird begins to close a faded eye;

Or overtaken too far from his nest,

Hurrying low above the grove, some waif

Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.

At most he thinks or twitters softly, “Safe!

Now let the night be dark for all of me.

Let the night be too dark for me to see

Into the future. Let what will be, be.”

I am going to sleep, the sleep I have been waiting for all week :) goodnight friends

...And Another

It does not seem fair

that the honestly dishonest

of this world,

are often more punished

than the dishonestly honest –   

FORMAL WITH BROSEPH!!!!! *fist bump* =D =D =D

And Another Thought

So often

the young and very beautiful

live in an insulated shrine,

protected by their worshippers,

carelessly accepting adulation

as their right,

never seeing the real world

which may one day destroy them

when youth and beauty fade

and their fickle admirers

desert them

for the next generation –

Happy

Autumn is my favourite and I am wearing a jumper :)
I had only one needle yesterday, instead of the expected three :)
And I didn't die like I usually do! ... it must have been the caffeine :)
I am listening to Sufjan, Cranberries, Colin Buchanan, Brooke Fraser, Jack Johnson and Missy Higgins :)
I am drinking Tetly Green Tea :P
Funny how you can be so content and full of joy when you have only done the introduction of your multistrand assignment that is due Monday, and The world and your world seems to be turning upside down everywhere around you :)
Still happy :)

Another Thought from Nanushka

Today
the summer rain
brought the scent
of wild mint and lavender
into the house -
the flowers lifted their heads
to watch a rainbow
make a coloured bridge
across the bay -
it was as though the sky
had lavished its gift of love
upon the earth,
washing away its sorrows,
and giving the world
a chance to live again....

A Thought from Nanushka

How much we forgive
the young
the beautiful
and the amusing -

Blog

I have a blog. WOW. This is a very momentous occasion in my life, having never had any connection with the world through these shocking time-wasting, brain-washing, conscience-tormenting things called computers. These things that have supposed to change the world forever, made us smarter, enhanced our quality of life and ability to communicate. All  I see is another useless way for our time to be wasted (ie.what is happening to me right now), brainwashing our minds with gossip and anger and depression, whilst the truly important, critical events in the world and the silence that our minds need are now drowned in all the screams of this digital noise. Is it any wonder our world is dying in front of our blind eyes? Skyrocketing increases in pornography, depression, suicide, addictions, and the list goes on. And here I am becoming one of them. Hmmmm