tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108630152011-04-22T00:55:54.040-04:00"at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss"chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-34323508636510637532006-12-23T13:53:00.000-05:002006-12-23T14:39:30.960-05:00<span style="font-size:78%;">It has been a while...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I have not been feeling anything that is swooping...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">nothing of the highest of highs...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">but best of all... </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I have not felt low...</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Whatever this is... </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I am glad I am with you...</span></em><br /><em></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"You make me laugh, </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>You make me smile, </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I enjoy spending time with you."</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Eyes that sparkle with mischievousness</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Quiet as they weave through my troubled mind</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Patient as it untangles my spirit bound in weariness</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"I like... I like this more..."</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Words are not just words...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You never sugar-coat</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Plain and simple...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Straightforward and honest...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yet </span><span style="font-size:85%;">they are sweeter than anything I have ever had...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">They bring happiness that steadies my soul...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Tender and soothing... </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">As when you gently wrap me in a woolen blanket...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Protecting me from the cold, protecting me from the night...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"Your thoughts are valuable to me as well..."</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Simple is your way of bringing joy...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But it is a happiness that lasts...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Not burning... not consuming...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A light flame that warms my lips...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A delicate wave caressing my skin...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Reverent as it beholds my heart...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"...<em> I want you to live longer..."</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It is sad to think that he who would not lie...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">He who is genuine...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">He who would not leave...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cannot stay...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"I know what to give you next Christmas..."</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">... it is wonderful to think there will be one...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but for as long as we have here and now...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I want to live in every moment...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">share every breath...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">till there is no more...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-3432350863651063753?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-18064038258433295312006-11-13T09:40:00.000-05:002007-06-09T23:39:37.338-04:00how I love those eyes...<br />they make me smile...<br />they make me laugh...<br />they make me cry...<br />they make me sigh...<br /><br />they are the last things that leave my thoughts at night...<br />they watch over me in my sleep <br />it is the soft caress that rouses me<br />sweet as your embrace <br />lovely as they behold me,<br />beautiful as I behold them<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-1806403825843329531?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1159726852527085772006-10-01T14:09:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:37:05.549-05:00The night not dark enough<br />The ice not cold enough<br />I am dead but it still beats<br />Hoping that you might come<br /><em>and steal me away.</em><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I know everything seems ambiguous </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">and sometimes I feel like screaming</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">but you and your gentleness gives me peace</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">And despite the uncertainty of what lies ahead</span></em><br /></span><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#000000;">I shall stay safe in your arms until then.</span> </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-115972685252708577?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1157831525617424492006-09-09T15:38:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:37:05.380-05:00<div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/random%20039.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/random%20039.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"> <em><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo taken by abyss (southwater dr 090906)</span></em></span></div><p><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">The stars lull my soul into a quiet stillness</span> </span></p><p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The wind's gentle caresses</span> </p><p><span style="color:#999999;">The moon's soft light</span> </p><p><span style="color:#666666;">I rest in your embrace at last</span></p><p><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Though I know this will not last...<br />This moment of repose... this passage...<br />I will always remember...<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Thank you for not making empty promises...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Yet showing much care in many little ways...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">For always making sure my mind's at ease...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">For your gentleness... for your truthfulness...</span></em><br /></p><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-115783152561742449?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1157005466166474802006-08-31T01:24:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:37:05.231-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/Sleepsmall.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/Sleepsmall.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Feeding on the strangeness of this land<br />I took whatever I could get<br /><br />It gave me sweetness<br />It gave me pleasure<br /><br />It gave me pain<br />It gave me much suffering<br /><br />It gave me light<br />It gave me hope<br /><br />The light it gave was cold<br />And the sweetness was bland<br /><br />It gave hope fabricated in darkness<br />It gave evanescent bliss - titillating but that is all<br /><br />It took me in...<br />And preyed upon my soul<br /><br />Bit by bit it consumed me<br />Piece by piece it tore me apart<br /><br />Trembling from within<br />It left me in a corner<br /><br />My spirit fades<br />And my dreams dim<br /><br />I watch shadows flit through my memory<br />Eyes open, I search for myself<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;">Who could tell me what love is... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;">My God... take me into thy embrace...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;">I have had enough of this uncouth world...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-115700546616647480?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1154775778007398112006-08-05T05:54:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:37:04.389-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/Ange.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/Ange.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/Ange.1.jpg"></a><br />You broke through me...<br />Pierced through my very heart...<br /><br />Ah! But knowing men...<br />And for what they are...<br /><br />Love is but an illusion...<br />A woman's fantasy...<br /><br />I am not of a weak soul...<br />I take things as they come and go...<br /><br />I walk away with my head held high...<br />This fire does not waver against the raging of the storm.<br /><br />But know I am not made for such whims...<br />I meant everything I have said...<br /><br /><em>I carry this with me to the end... </em><br /><br />This flame burns still...<br />But it keeps none of us warm...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-115477577800739811?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1154290220231893062006-07-30T15:34:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:37:03.981-05:00<em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">She kissed me and said</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">"You smell of jasmines"</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">I smiled... </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">I had nothing on me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">I was at my happiest then...</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * </span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/jasmine4.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/jasmine4.jpg" width="169" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>A trickling of star lights </strong><br /><strong>in the darkest of nights<br /></strong><br /><strong>Tendrils weaving through </strong><br /><strong>the twilight breeze<br /><br />The sweet sussuring </strong><br /><strong>of an angel<br /></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">A wisp of<span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span><a href="http://abyss-links.blogspot.com/2006/07/night-blossom.html"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;">love's memory </span></a><br /><br />Blossom bereft of light<br /></strong><br /><strong>The innocence and fragility </strong><br /><strong>of a woman </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * </span></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><u></u></span></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><u>Jasminum sambac</u></span> <span style="font-size:78%;">(Sampaguita)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:78%;">An evergreen shrub whose flowers </span></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">blossom only at night, and closes in the morning.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">The sampaguita is the national flower of the Philippines.</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">The flower symbolizes purity, eternal love, nobility and beauty of a girl. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-115429022023189306?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1152930031063913182006-07-14T21:25:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:37:03.804-05:00<em><span style="font-size:85%;">I often wonder if people feel the same...<br />or if there was anyone who could understand...<br />My heart is restless...<br />It is ever yearning for the very thing that could set it free...<br /></span></em><span style="font-size:85%;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>I have never really roller bladed...</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>And I am far from being good...yet...</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">As the wheels touch the ground...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The night takes over me...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Skin licked by the summer air..</span><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Wheels grinding upon the ground...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The darkness hums a song...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Filling my head with such intoxication...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The night slices through me...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Uncertainty and fear abandon me...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I do my love's bidding... </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">As he whispers in my mind... </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I lift my arms in surrender... </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My soul flies...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I dance my secret dance through the night...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A shadow playing in muted lights...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/bird.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/bird.jpg" width="305" border="0" /></a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-115293003106391318?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1150359931822204612006-06-15T03:55:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:37:01.438-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/thoughtful.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="455" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/thoughtful.jpg" width="346" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Should I ever learn to do the things I should?</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="font-size:78%;">*revised version of "Very Good Advice", Alice in Wonderland</span></span><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.filelodge.com/files/room29/799671/Abyss%20in%20Wonderland.mp3" hidden="true" type="audio/x-mp3" autostart="true"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-115035993182220461?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1149656123929423382006-06-07T00:52:00.000-04:002007-06-09T23:53:01.628-04:00<div class="flickr-frame"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/67239835@N00/162100858/"><img class="flickr-photo" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/162100858_e3207d9740.jpg" /></a><br /><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/67239835@N00/sets/72157594158314379/show/"><span style="font-size:78%;">Peeking</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">, photo originally taken by </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/67239835@N00/"><span style="font-size:78%;">abyss_17</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span></span></div><p class="flickr-yourcomment">I am <em>the flower </em>beneath a flower,<br />I hide that you may seek.<br /><br />In pretty little layers<br />I shift and dance.<br /><br />In waves of light and shadow<br />I beckon for you to follow.<br /><br />I am the sweetness that rouses;<br />the softness that soothes.<br /><br />Delicate is the stem that holds my heart<br />Ever vulnerable to the wooing wind.<br /><br />I beckon...<br />I call...<br /><br />Beneath the foliage<br />I wait for you...<p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><br /><!--Creative Commons License--><a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" border="0" src="http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.png"/></a><br/>This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/">Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License</a>.<!--/Creative Commons License--><!-- <rdf:RDF xmlns="http://web.resource.org/cc/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><br /> <Work rdf:about=""><br /> <license rdf:resource="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/" /><br /> <dc:type rdf:resource="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/StillImage" /><br /> </Work><br /> <License rdf:about="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/"><permits rdf:resource="http://web.resource.org/cc/Reproduction"/><permits rdf:resource="http://web.resource.org/cc/Distribution"/><requires rdf:resource="http://web.resource.org/cc/Notice"/><requires rdf:resource="http://web.resource.org/cc/Attribution"/><prohibits rdf:resource="http://web.resource.org/cc/CommercialUse"/></License></rdf:RDF> --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-114965612392942338?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1149276339763323912006-06-02T15:16:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:36:59.744-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/05mar_smoking.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="441" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/05mar_smoking.jpg" width="287" border="0" /></a><br />You dizzy me up<br />In pretty little circles<br /><br />Flirtatious puffs of smoke<br />From a cold cigarette<br /><br />Round and round in my head<br />Lubdublubdub goes the frenzied heart<br /><br />Swirls that tickle the senses<br />Giggly with such delight<br /><br />Bewitchingly delicious<br />Gone too soon<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-114927633976332391?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1148185427640720772006-05-21T00:53:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:36:59.028-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/Woman_and_moon.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/Woman_and_moon.gif" border="0" /></a><br />break free from the shackles<br />of tradition and time<br /><br />let your soul rage<br />under the glorious light<br /><br />breathe in life till your nose bleeds<br />of raw harsh reality<br /><br />sense every grain of soil<br />that shifts and grinds under your feet<br /><br />titillate over the sharp quick kisses<br />of the cold night breeze<br /><br />suspend your naked soul<br />unto the silver evening orb that calls upon it<br /><br />tremble, quiver, break...<br />let loose your weary spirit<br /><br /><br />(360.c)<br />---------------------------------------------------------<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Tell me, what else should I have done?</em><br /><em>Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?</em><br /><em>Tell me, what is it you plan to do</em><br /><em>with your one wild and precious life? </em><br /><br />- Mary Oliver<em>, The Summer Day </em><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-114818542764072077?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1147840699354094742006-05-17T00:10:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:36:58.815-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/pearl_earring.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/pearl_earring.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/pearl_earring.jpg"></a><br />the power of her glance<br />bridges oceans of time.<br />a quiet understanding<br />of sorrows unwept;<br />of desires silenced.<br />secrets of the soul<br />stilled in her parting lips<br /><br />**************************<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"...Love can be understood</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">only 'from the inside,'</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">as a language can be understood</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">only by someone who speaks it,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">as a world can be understood</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">only by someone</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">who lives in it."</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">-Robert C. Solomon</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Love, Emotion, Myth and Metaphor</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-114784069935409474?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1147836731978853752006-05-16T22:32:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:36:58.147-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/Secret%20Garden.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/Secret%20Garden.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/Secret%20Garden.jpg" width="414" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday's shadows washed away in dew<br />Life in the threads of sunshine<br />A cold whisper rippling through the grass<br />Petals in a sleepy stretch,<br />not quite open, not quite closed<br />A mystery waiting to be probed<br />Life waiting to be plucked<br /><br />(360.b)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-114783673197885375?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1147785994511978042006-05-16T08:31:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:36:57.939-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/woman-waiting.gif"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/woman-waiting.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A little bug was whizzed across the street</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Then it happened -- </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It glided across the obsidian road</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With a quick smooth turn </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It crashed on to me:</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"What am I waiting for?"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The car stood motionless</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But I was already moving ahead</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Sunday, May 14, 2006 12nn</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Reading-Tylersville)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-114778599451197804?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1145915171724963012006-04-24T17:24:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:36:56.098-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/tulips-in-rain.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/tulips-in-rain.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/tulips-in-rain.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/dew.jpg"></a><br />Colliding into your infiniteness<br />drenches my soul<br /><br />Small sharp kisses<br />that wake me unto reality<br /><br />Tickling my skin<br />from my neck to my breasts<br /><br />I laugh and shiver<br />as we play the game of life<br /><br />Dying and Living...<br />as I melt in your embrace<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Your grace, Lord...I long to bathe in it</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-114591517172496301?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1139128136603519832006-02-05T03:02:00.000-05:002007-06-10T00:06:45.074-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/solitude.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/solitude.jpg" border="0" height="258" width="212" /></a>Betwixt the grayness of dawn<br />Of dark rimpling over light<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>Eyes half open,<br />Eyes half closed<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>Your face before me<br />An image of such beauty<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>The sadness in your eyes<br />A grief so profound<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>Such tenderness in the soul<br />Wounded and broken<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>Uncried tears of pain<br />Wash over me<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>I quake of sympathy<br />Shutting out lucidity<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>Daylight stares<br />I am wide awake<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>...you are gone<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"></span>- - - - -</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span style="font-size:78%;">I do not understand why these things happen</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I cannot pretend to understand them all...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">How I long to take this pain away from you... </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Or if you would just allow me...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">To atleast share the sorrow that haunts you...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-113912813660351983?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1137559997089175552006-01-17T23:33:00.000-05:002006-11-13T09:36:54.613-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/IMG_0012.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/400/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>It is your loving image, Lord, that I seek...</p><p>Without you, I am bereft of light... bereft of life...</p><p>My heart longs to see you...to be with you...</p><p>For without I am but a shadow of my being...</p><p>Never whole until I rest in your arms.</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-113755999708917555?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1131659429112267322005-11-10T16:21:00.000-05:002006-11-13T09:36:54.434-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/Solitude%20I.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/320/Solitude%20I.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I stand in the middle of our school yard,<br />I look and behold the trees turn from lush green to beautiful radiant gold<br /><br />I think about the months passed that I have been here in this alien land,<br />And I am reminded about the times when I have felt so sad and alone.<br /><br />Yet, here I am and I behold His beauty.<br />I thought He had left me, but here He is.<br /><br />Gazing back at me with His beautiful fiery eyes.<br />The wind blows so -- cold against His warmth.<br /><br />So many things have happened...<br />Many have threatened to shake and break me.<br /><br />Yet here I am, Lord.<br />And You still my fearful heart.<br /><br />I gaze back into your loving eyes,<br />I am home...<br /><br />With you, anywhere I go...<br />I am home.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-113165942911226732?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1125600162475023522005-09-01T14:36:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:36:54.175-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/1600/IMG_0061.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 466px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3743/858/320/IMG_0061.jpg" width="228" border="0" /></a><br />I have seen and watched birds fly from this place.<br />Passing me over,<br />they make a loud cry...<br />I do not know<br />if it is some sort of warning<br />or a call for adventure.<br /><br />I too have flown<br />from a place I so loved.<br />And I cried... both of fear and joy.<br />I have went against tides<br />of time and emotion.<br />And I have landed here<br />in a strange place<br />I have not learned to call home ...<br /><br />Should I flee as these birds flee?<br />Or should I cry out<br />"You're going the wrong way!<br />Here is where we should stay!"<br /><br />But how? When you are not here...<br />there is no sense... no sanity... no home...<br /><br />and even birds abandon me...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">for Chin Sy Lyn, </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>life ceases when I am without...</em></span><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-112560016247502352?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1113538908692471602005-04-15T00:17:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:36:53.543-05:00<span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><em>I am a daughter of the night. </em><br /><em>A soul in the abyss.</em><br /><em>Birthed in the mists of crepescule.</em><br /><em>My name, written in tears.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>How can I write of the sun?</em><br /><em>The sun fails to find me...</em><br /><em>And the satellite in the dark sky</em><br /><em>embraces me with such delight!</em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><strong>(January 26, 2005 ; 07:01:27pm)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-111353890869247160?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1113537230750795612005-04-14T23:26:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:36:53.327-05:00"Outside the barred window, the sky was thick with stars, and the moon, in its first quarter, was rising behind the mountains. Poets loved the full moon; they wrote thousands of poems about it, but it was the new moon that <em>Veronika</em> loved best because there was still room for it to grow, to expand, to fill the whole of its surface with light before its inevitable decline."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">- Paulo Coelho</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Veronika Decides to Die</em></strong></span><strong><em><br /></em></strong><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">I love the moon when it is round and big; like an eye staring straight at my soul. It fills me with its soft intoxicating light as it caresses my skin. Then it would blink, coy in it's half shrouded face. It flirts with its cheshire smile- then disappearing that I might yearn.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">~ </span><span style="color:#ffff33;">* <span style="color:#3333ff;">~ </span>* <span style="color:#3333ff;">~ </span>* <span style="color:#3333ff;">~ </span>* <span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span> * <span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span>* <span style="color:#3333ff;">~ </span>* </span><span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">* </span><span style="color:#3333ff;">~ <span style="color:#ffff33;">* </span><span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><em>Your mystery, dearest, it calls to me... </em></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"><em>Listen... </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><em>I am in search for you too. </em></span></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></em><span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">*</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">*</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">*</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">*</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">*</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span><span style="color:#ffff33;">*</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">~</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">*</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">~ <span style="color:#ffff33;">* </span><span style="color:#3333ff;">~ <span style="color:#ffff33;">*</span> ~</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-111353723075079561?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1112545981763313362005-04-03T12:20:00.000-04:002006-11-13T09:36:53.116-05:00<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">I just finished reading the second Book of Abarat. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">The book, in all its simplicity, echoes much of life's complexities. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">It is a must read! </span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span></span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I found this piece at the end of the book and it so moved me.</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">The words in this poem gripped my heart and captured my very soul ...</span></em><br /></span><br /></span>Do this for me:<br />Find me a moon<br />made of longing.<br />Then cut it silver thin,<br />and having cut it,<br />hang it high<br />above my beloved's house,<br />so that he may look up<br />tonight<br />and see it,<br />and seeing it, sigh for me<br />as I sigh for him,<br />moon or no moon.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">~ Christopher Carrion</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>Abarat: Days of Magic, Nights of War</strong></em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-111254598176331336?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1110815830315606842005-03-14T10:57:00.000-05:002006-11-13T09:36:52.801-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/3610/1024/eclipse2.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/3610/480/eclipse2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />wishing for the day... <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-111081583031560684?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1108522329325077282005-02-15T21:52:00.000-05:002006-11-13T09:36:51.922-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/3610/1024/abyss%20copy.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/252/3610/480/abyss%20copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />welcome to my abyss... <a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-110852232932507728?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10863015.post-1108521413074314462005-02-15T21:16:00.000-05:002006-11-13T09:36:51.591-05:00<span style="font-size:85%;">this one is for he who is called <strong>"life"</strong> ... </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">for him who </span><span style="font-size:85%;">gave back mine...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><em>Tears break from this heart so long silenced… </em><br /><em>this joy you brought… </em><br /><em>it brings with it a profoundness sorely missed… </em><br /><em>lost and locked in the deepest recesses of my soul… </em><br /><em>thank you for believing and knocking into my soul…</em><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10863015-110852141307431446?l=abysseventeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiaroscurohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07285357626915817386noreply@blogger.com0