....hugs and smiles and other small important things... |
sometimes we need some small things - a tiny smile, a warm hug when something goes bleak - not advices how we should be or how we should actand sometimes these small things are more than we can getso...
Posted by Oarallel © on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 02:20:00 PST |
...small yesterdays... |
All the faces on the photographs have changedTo not confuse it all, the names remain the sameShould I wait or let the past just fall?The whispers are veiledShould you try to realign some dayYou may fi...
Posted by Oarallel © on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 10:55:00 PST |
...the grass is greener where it rains... |
You left it, I sent it I want it back You left it, I sent it I want it back If I had you here, I'd clip your wings Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin This plan of mine is oh so very lame Ca...
Posted by Oarallel © on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 01:44:00 PST |
...thoughts of the day... |
Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other was the left, but he never could remember how...
Posted by Oarallel © on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 06:08:00 PST |
...the element of one... |
Torn disbelieving separationI close my eyes to see youThis is for you, everything I amThis is for you, take it from meTorn disbelieving separationI close my eyesBut there is no escaping thisIn your ar...
Posted by Oarallel © on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 11:48:00 PST |
...to bring a touch of colour... |
i painted a pictureon the white walla fainted memoryof a dream that i sawand filled the emptinessof this day with colours of eden...ShamRain Dispensable...
Posted by Oarallel © on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 12:27:00 PST |
...science v. religion... |
A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students, "Let me explain the problem science has with religion." The professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one...
Posted by Oarallel © on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 11:24:00 PST |
..I am... |
i'm the breeze outside your window panei'm the shade beside your bedi'm the steps you hear on your stairsthe mellow voice inside your headShamRain Drifter ...
Posted by Oarallel © on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 11:03:00 PST |
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After that, the little prince climbed a high mountain. The only mountains he had ever known were the three volcanoes, which came up to his knees. And he used the extinct volcano as a footstool. "From ...
Posted by Oarallel © on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 05:26:00 PST |
...the more I see the less I know... |
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