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Barbarella

mz_lyon

About Me

MyGen Profile Generator I'm married and living in my parent's house. The best thing about returning from Miami you might ask? How about the lack of all that humidity! Yeah! Makes this Sacramento Valley August seem a bit chilly.

My Interests

to pursue Truth and Beauty every day and for the rest of my life, to have it So burned into my heArt that it seeps into my aRt and my words and into eVery facet of my Loves and out my fingertips onto eVeryThing i touch...

I'd like to meet:

E st Vincent millay, e e cummings, e Allen poe, verne, r BradBury, l m Alcott, l m MontgoMery... anyone intensely driven, intensely artistic or intensely feeling and anyone who's managed to balance all these in a temperate and regret-less life. to show me how.

Music:

Right now I've got a little Queen and The Cars on the IPod.

Movies:

i vastly appreciate the visually interesting, Delicatessen, The Cell, Fight Club, American Beauty, Amelie, The Royal Tenenbaums, Baz Luhrman...what makes me laugh uncontrollably, Tommy Boy, Princess Bride, Steve Martin, Adam Sandler...what takes me back, Thin Man, Cary Grant, Katherine Hepburn...what has a higher sense of morality, Little House on the Prairie...

My Blog

My favorite so far poem:

Biting Beauty ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />  I want              To take a bloody bite out of bea...
Posted by Barbarella on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 10:33:00 PST

another poem: "Journey"

Journey   I'm a restless weary wanderer in the noose of setting sunlight, With no one else beside to share the sting.  Journeying without a boat or paddle, My inner hearttide whirlpools endl...
Posted by Barbarella on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 10:31:00 PST

not so great poem, but I thought I'd post it anyway: "The Cage"

The Cage     I am restless Pressed on all sides into this cage that is              The safety of His limitations This cage that was pre...
Posted by Barbarella on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 10:32:00 PST

a poem: "Perlita's"

Perlita's   It was a place that was familiar to who I could've been That tiny smoke hazed kitchen My siblings these six Dutch students Sharing cigarettes and fried potatoes out of an iron skillet...
Posted by Barbarella on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 10:29:00 PST