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About Me

Artistic impressions can leave quite a lasting memory upon those who deliver as well as receive. Writing, whether structured or not; musicianship, no matter what capacity-listening or performing, are probably the two most emotional sectors in life. The abyss and I have a close personal relationship I would rather soon forget, but it seems to have changed for the best FINALLY!. They say that which tears us apart makes us stronger, well I must be the strongest woman on earth!

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My Interests

Performing in Orchestras-I play the Oboe, Englishorn, French Horn, Mellophone, Trumpet, Flute, Piccolo, and have recently started Violin. Music is a wonderful way to express emotions of all kinds for one's own self fulfillment and for the betterment of others. P.S. I love kitties!!! =*.*=

I'd like to meet:

Edgar Allen Poe. Even though he is no longer with us in the way many would interpret as "living" he is very much alive today. For those living in the traditional sense of the word, I prefer those who can actually have an intelligent and uncondescending conversation.

Music:

Hey...oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything? Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed Everything...I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be...yeah... Uh huh...uh huh...ooh... I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why Can't it be, can't it be mine

Movies:

The Hunt for Red October, The Illusionist, Memoirs of a Geisha, and many others...All at the King's recommendation mind you.....

Books:

I have enjoyed: Doctor Schivago, A Tale of Two Cities,War and Rememberance, The Hunt For Red October, The Last of the Mohicans, Shogun, Tai-pan, Whirlwind, King Rat, Noble House, and any works from Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe, or Robert Frost.
I am open to suggestions.

Heroes:

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My Blog

~Belle Soiree~

Comment doth la lumière du shineth de lune vers le bas sur la terre avec de tels jaunes doux ? Elle fait avec la perfection de s'est levée. L'eau se précipitant au cours des chutes des lagunes apport...
Posted by Alisa on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 10:18:00 PST

~Today~

I a par le passé indiqué un ami à moi, quand il y avait d'autre chose en valeur mon temps où je ne ferais pas certaines de choses j'ai faites. Jusqu'ici il y a eu seulement d'un. Une distance là est d...
Posted by Alisa on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 10:09:00 PST

~Hiding Behind Words~ pt.2

Il semble que les mots que cette nuit ne s'arrêtent pas. Ainsi je continue plus loin&Le destin a sa propre manière de l'enroulement autour des montagnes et au-dessus des routes infranchissables. Il n'...
Posted by Alisa on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 09:59:00 PST

~Hiding Behind Words~

Aujourd'hui a apporté la pensée de rien mais de toi.Chaque minute de chaque heure n'a vu rien mais la merveille de la pensée de toi, chaque partie de toi.Votre âme même a filtré de façon ou d'autre da...
Posted by Alisa on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 07:48:00 PST

~Night Sweats~

Rows of headstones in an endless line as far as the eye can see, North, South, East, WestWind blowing softly through trees which are as ancient as the markers themselves...Even they are dying as the s...
Posted by Alisa on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 01:18:00 PST

Time Means Nothing

When will the nights finally be something to look toward with happiness rather than dread? Can you tell me? It seems it has been a dream all along, never really did time move on, the darkness is still...
Posted by Alisa on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 10:59:00 PST

Moonlight

In the darkness all alone they lie in wait... waiting for the moment to attack; waiting for just the right lapse of strength... pouncing mercilessly upon the mind and heart, reminding them of their lo...
Posted by Alisa on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 12:22:00 PST

~Nothing

The longing pulls me once again into the darkness of the night... To sit under the bridge, staring out into the vast expanse of water, talking of things so small of whatever come to pass in the minds....
Posted by Alisa on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 11:02:00 PST

~Balance~

Balance, as ever changing as the winds which blow with verocity one minute, softness the next...Harder yet to keep the balance once it is known that which is desired the most...Knowing the needs ...
Posted by Alisa on Mon, 07 May 2007 02:41:00 PST

~Le Souffle du Loup~

As the clouds move across the plains the warmth of the wind can be felt all around...Surrounding everything; passing between the leaves of the trees, passing through the branches of the brush...The ea...
Posted by Alisa on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 02:47:00 PST