tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38618140175913992592023-11-15T10:40:09.285-08:00Filling a vacant soulNot a blogger its just not British is it ? So no idea what I will post on here, meow, hiss, purr.Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-72599499397101332852013-09-05T09:37:00.001-07:002013-09-05T09:37:26.654-07:00forget-me-not cake co<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/9681522606/" title="forget-me-not cake co"><img src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2881/9681522606_285f12e698.jpg" alt="forget-me-not cake co by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/9681522606/">forget-me-not cake co</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Wonderful wedding cakes, in Cardiff and Dinas Powys<br /><br />http://www.forgetmenotcake.com/</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-82208731778129494752013-04-10T14:50:00.001-07:002013-04-10T14:50:18.345-07:00Give everything<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/192574956/" title="shellway"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/57/192574956_ef50e3a62e.jpg" alt="shellway by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/192574956/">shellway</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Give everything you are<br />Leave nothing of yourself<br />Give everything you are<br />And then............<br /><br />Nothing, nothing, nothing can hurt you any-more.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-4429081000647912382013-04-10T14:46:00.001-07:002013-04-10T14:46:03.782-07:00Grey Sky<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/190972438/" title="salt sand and sea equals rust"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/55/190972438_0b17ba4cd7.jpg" alt="salt sand and sea equals rust by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/190972438/">salt sand and sea equals rust</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Grey sky you can't hide the Sun from me<br />I will find the light you deny me<br />I will create my own Sunrise<br />But not out of spite<br />I will create my own Sunrise<br />To worship you.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-54294799268661051652013-04-08T10:59:00.001-07:002013-04-08T10:59:30.693-07:00Mass<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/7961666926/" title="Mass"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8179/7961666926_2b9d7d18ca.jpg" alt="Mass by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/7961666926/">Mass</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Speed we are travelling through the Universe - in one minute we travel 11 thousand 80 miles.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-25360369440192735962013-04-08T10:52:00.001-07:002013-04-08T10:52:40.869-07:00Gone<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8604435802/" title="Gone"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8248/8604435802_6c9f271389.jpg" alt="Gone by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8604435802/">Gone</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Sun and cold, seeing the sun rise every day<br /><br />Vinegar is good stuff<br /><br />Positive days in work<br /><br />Roo breaks bandwidth records<br /><br />Thatcher dead at last <br /><br />Will I have that dream again ?<br /><br />Is it illegal to sleep with a skeleton<br /><br />Betsan Powys is really a woman's name !</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-29561549308988502092013-03-22T04:14:00.001-07:002013-03-22T04:14:09.885-07:00singing<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8377015841/" title="singing"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8237/8377015841_9367300b80.jpg" alt="singing by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8377015841/">singing</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>I Hear America Singing ~ Walt Whitman<br /><br /><br />I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,<br />Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,<br />The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,<br />The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,<br />The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,<br />The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,<br />The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,<br />The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,<br />Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,<br />The day what belongs to the day — at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,<br />Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-28932107291269651852013-03-14T12:23:00.001-07:002013-03-14T12:23:25.804-07:00Children<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8524163227/" title="DSCF9579"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8252/8524163227_dceacf0497.jpg" alt="DSCF9579 by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8524163227/">DSCF9579</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." <br />And he said: <br />Your children are not your children. <br />They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. <br />They come through you but not from you, <br />And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. <br />You may give them your love but not your thoughts. <br />For they have their own thoughts. <br />You may house their bodies but not their souls, <br />For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. <br />You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. <br />For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. <br />You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. <br />The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. <br />Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; <br />For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-85230429827285544862013-03-11T08:08:00.001-07:002013-03-11T08:08:26.036-07:00Partner ~ Patience Strong<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6901774101/" title="Foetal"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7194/6901774101_9ef0425bbf.jpg" alt="Foetal by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6901774101/">Foetal</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>The first dance of all when they danced heart to heart<br />They knew, they both knew, it was only the start<br />Of something more wonderful that a mere dance<br />More than a thrill of a passing romance.<br /><br />They knew without saying the Love, the real thing<br />Had touched them that night with its shimmering wing.<br />No word had been spoken and yet they both knew<br />That suddenly all sorts of dreams had come true.<br /><br />It's many a year since the night that they met<br />But that first dance they will never forget<br />Then a boy and a girl and now a husband and wife<br />Still happy, still dancing and partners for life.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-71502547192897949372013-03-09T09:34:00.001-08:002013-03-09T09:34:09.488-08:00rhoose pond<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/754761413/" title="rhoose pond"><img src="http://farm2.staticflickr.com/1420/754761413_cda52d3dcc.jpg" alt="rhoose pond by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/754761413/">rhoose pond</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Death XXVII ~ Khalil Gibran<br /><br />Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death." <br /><br />And he said: <br /><br />You would know the secret of death. <br /><br />But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? <br /><br />The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. <br /><br />If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. <br /><br />For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. <br /><br />In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; <br /><br />And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. <br /><br />Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. <br /><br />Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour. <br /><br />Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? <br /><br />Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? <br /><br />For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? <br /><br />And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? <br /><br />Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. <br /><br />And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.<br /><br />And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-41837624985209740672013-02-02T03:15:00.001-08:002013-02-02T03:15:00.926-08:00Hole<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8339591452/" title="DSCF1079"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8359/8339591452_767332444d.jpg" alt="DSCF1079 by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8339591452/">DSCF1079</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Feelings I shouldn't have<br />Pain of craving<br />Wanting something so perfect<br />Scared of such loss<br />Excitement, joy, bliss and deep, deep sadness<br />I AM IN CONTROL AGAIN</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-689158356277201112012-12-02T12:56:00.001-08:002012-12-02T12:56:28.534-08:00craving<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/7963993054/" title="DSCF6356"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8459/7963993054_a4060ebfa3.jpg" alt="DSCF6356 by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/7963993054/">DSCF6356</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Even Through the darkest phase <br />Be it thick or thin <br />Always someone marches brave <br />Here beneath my skin <br /><br />Constant craving <br />Has always been <br /><br />Maybe a great magnet pulls <br />All souls towards truth <br />Or maybe it is life itself <br />That feeds wisdom <br />To it's youth <br />[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/k/kd+lang/constant+craving_20077006.html ] <br />Constant craving <br />Has always been <br /><br />Craving <br />Ah ha <br />Constant craving <br />Has always been <br /><br />Constant craving <br />Has always been <br />Constant craving <br />Has always been <br /><br />Craving <br />Ah ha <br />Constant Craving <br />Has always been <br />Has always been <br />Has always been <br />Has always been <br />Has always been <br />Has always been</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-12173180779021012922012-12-02T12:52:00.001-08:002012-12-02T12:52:24.284-08:00loosing<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8122522690/" title="DSCF8403"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8050/8122522690_2c38f302fd.jpg" alt="DSCF8403 by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8122522690/">DSCF8403</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>I don't know what you're looking for<br />you haven't found it baby, that's for sure<br />You rip me up and spread me all around<br />in the dust of the deed of time<br /><br />And this is not a case of lust, you see<br />it's not a matter of you versus of me<br />It's fine the way you want me on your own<br />but in the end it's always me alone<br /><br />And I'm losing my favourite game<br />you're losing your mind again<br />I'm losing my baby<br />losing my favourite game<br /><br />I only know what I've been working for<br />another you so I could love you more<br />I really thought that I could take you there<br />but my experiment is not getting us anywhere<br /><br />I had a vision I could turn you right<br />a stupid mission and a lethal fight<br />I should have seen it when my hope was new<br />my heart is black and my body is blue<br /><br />And I'm losing my favourite game<br />you're losing your mind again<br />I'm losing my favourite game<br />I've tried but you're still the same<br />I'm losing my baby<br />you're losing a saviour and a saint</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-41585446825552367962012-11-20T12:30:00.001-08:002012-11-20T12:30:02.958-08:00I'm Nobody!<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8109353708/" title="DSCF8444"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8185/8109353708_4a3bd03240.jpg" alt="DSCF8444 by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8109353708/">DSCF8444</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>I'm Nobody! Who are you? (260) Emily Dickinson<br /><br />I'm Nobody! Who are you?<br />Are you – Nobody – too?<br />Then there's a pair of us!<br />Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!<br /><br />How dreary – to be – Somebody!<br />How public – like a Frog – <br />To tell one's name – the livelong June – <br />To an admiring Bog!</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-88984258914717591592012-11-19T13:29:00.001-08:002012-11-19T13:29:22.171-08:00Alone<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8197164702/" title="DSCF8996"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8348/8197164702_8bf78fb39e.jpg" alt="DSCF8996 by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/8197164702/">DSCF8996</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Alone Edgar Allan Poe<br /><br />From childhood's hour I have not been<br />As others were; I have not seen<br />As others saw; I could not bring<br />My passions from a common spring.<br />From the same source I have not taken<br />My sorrow; I could not awaken<br />My heart to joy at the same tone;<br />And all I loved, I loved alone.<br />Then- in my childhood, in the dawn<br />Of a most stormy life- was drawn<br />From every depth of good and ill<br />The mystery which binds me still:<br />From the torrent, or the fountain,<br />From the red cliff of the mountain,<br />From the sun that round me rolled<br />In its autumn tint of gold,<br />From the lightning in the sky<br />As it passed me flying by,<br />From the thunder and the storm,<br />And the cloud that took the form<br />(When the rest of Heaven was blue)<br />Of a demon in my view.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-81002520552539589452012-09-09T03:01:00.001-07:002012-09-09T03:06:26.357-07:00A list of sense ?<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6901779951/" title="Green face"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7209/6901779951_ff9c4993fa.jpg" alt="Green face by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6901779951/">Green face</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>I'm quick at silly stupid lists and taking the mickey out of other people's lists perhaps I should try real ones.<br /><br />1. Stop drinking to numb, doesn't really work anyway.<br />2. Loose weight get fit, always feel better REMEMBER THIS!<br />3. More time outside as much time outside<br />4. Hide the technology ( cameras not included )<br />5. Work harder in work the day flies<br />6. New volunteering, make a difference anyway else<br />7. Draw and paint ( yes it will be awful )<br />8. More music , fill life with music<br />9. More live events<br />10. Stop the lists too controlled and planning just do stuff randomly,<br /><br />I am a creep.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-9368556916931209822012-09-09T02:54:00.001-07:002012-09-09T02:54:51.628-07:00impossible future<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6903776905/" title="Say ahhhhh..."><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7206/6903776905_1b9b15c8a7.jpg" alt="Say ahhhhh... by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6903776905/">Say ahhhhh...</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Somewhere you wanted to be badly but couldn't, connected to an event by a great friend. Feeling selfish and unselfish and without direction, long long walk yesterday and meal with whole family, photos of flowers. Alcohol to numb into sleep. Missing someone you never had is strange, making up an impossible future in your head. Sea I need the today, to come away and wash away my thoughts an replace them with a focus on everything I do have.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-52819402257612748712012-09-08T03:52:00.001-07:002012-09-08T03:52:36.064-07:00Cheironomy<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6905268019/" title="Mozart"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7042/6905268019_e45f9c399d.jpg" alt="Mozart by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6905268019/">Mozart</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>It's nice sometimes to have every little detail of your live planned, it can feel comforting and safe, but at the end of the day chaos is what rules the universe.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-858415819640740192012-09-08T03:49:00.001-07:002012-09-08T03:49:35.216-07:00Pain that I'm used to.<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/7644710544/" title="Twins"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8426/7644710544_64bf3efb1c.jpg" alt="Twins by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/7644710544/">Twins</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Yearning and wanting is a bizzare feeling, I don't understand why we humans need to be looking for more all the time, the human condition is that we are never truly satisfied with what we have. Or does love just throw everything that came before away ?</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-89522595429679588072012-08-05T12:49:00.001-07:002012-08-05T12:49:42.620-07:00Is it too late to touch you, Dear<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/3762120159/" title="Untitled"><img src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2563/3762120159_d2a5e7324b.jpg" alt="Untitled by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/3762120159/">Untitled</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Is it too late to touch you, Dear? @ Emily Dickinson <br /><br />Is it too late to touch you, Dear? <br />We this moment knew -- <br />Love Marine and Love terrene -- <br />Love celestial too --</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-76306498678814191062012-08-05T05:22:00.001-07:002012-08-05T05:22:34.030-07:00heart<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/7645446680/" title="heart"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8156/7645446680_5a948e51c4.jpg" alt="heart by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/7645446680/">heart</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Love's Philosophy ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /> <br />The fountains mingle with the river <br />And the rivers with the ocean, <br />The winds of Heaven mix forever <br />With a sweet emotion; <br />Nothing in the world is single; <br />All things by a law divine <br />In one spirit meet and mingle. <br />Why not I with thine? -<br /><br />See the mountains kiss high Heaven <br />And the waves clasp one another; <br />No sister-flower would be forgiven <br />If it disdained its brother; <br />And the sunlight clasps the earth <br />And the moonbeams kiss the sea: <br />What is all this sweet work worth <br />If thou kiss not me?</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-27070346261096569912012-08-05T03:56:00.001-07:002012-08-05T03:56:01.631-07:00tree at work<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/7645438956/" title="tree at work"><img src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8425/7645438956_050799b7e8.jpg" alt="tree at work by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/7645438956/">tree at work</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>I don't really get why human connections can be so intense, but everything fades, suppose we are programmed to make connections for the good of the species but nature has given us shields against emotions and loss. Craving and need are painful sometimes.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-12265062496107802012012-06-10T14:08:00.001-07:002012-06-10T14:08:37.857-07:00Fat Mord<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/2441316047/" title="gay mord"><img src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2082/2441316047_4c2e4d7e63.jpg" alt="gay mord by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/2441316047/">gay mord</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>So I have now finally done enough fatty food and drinking to feel my feet hurting ( due to weight and small feet ) so today ( DAY 1 ) cutting down on cheese, butter and alcohol. Need to be as thin as this photo again. Watched some great Euro footy on tely and took some photos with the tiny Panasonic camera I got off ebay in town.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-86537770661039328702012-03-24T04:09:00.000-07:002012-03-24T04:09:15.629-07:00Found my young friend who I blogged about many moons ago and she's doing this cool Circus project.<br />
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<br />Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-75683047850592100592012-02-14T13:18:00.001-08:002012-02-14T13:18:25.553-08:00Stones through ice<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6870843641/" title="Stones through ice"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7186/6870843641_4fd47e4ee2.jpg" alt="Stones through ice by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6870843641/">Stones through ice</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Candles round the bath<br /><br />Hot baths with windows open<br /><br />Making people laugh<br /><br />Fizzy pop up the nose<br /><br />Taking photos<br /><br />Eating out<br /><br />Watching children become mature and experiencing new things<br /><br />Scratching any itch<br /><br />Dancing<br /><br />Spicy food<br /><br />Helicoptering cats</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861814017591399259.post-46853964100416100912012-02-04T11:00:00.001-08:002012-02-04T11:00:25.269-08:00Kait and Dad<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6018070204/" title="Kait and Dad"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6137/6018070204_a080658a08.jpg" alt="Kait and Dad by mord" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/6018070204/">Kait and Dad</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mord/">mord</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>There is just something about analogue.<br /><br />Loads of likes on Facebook, should I be posting all photos to facebook, is flickr dead ?<br /><br />Cold but it's not cold, so few tiny photos on a floppy need more floppies.<br /><br />Blob lamp very weird on cold weather, cats won't go out little Christmas tree white, Joe says it feels like Christmas.<br /><br />Seeing Beautiful Betty tomorrow. Tea.<br /><br />Thinking about Wim O Bush hope she's happy.<br /><br />Mushy peas.</p>Mordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02681010513235149381noreply@blogger.com0