forget-me-not cake co

forget-me-not cake co, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Wonderful wedding cakes, in Cardiff and Dinas Powys

http://www.forgetmenotcake.com/

Give everything

shellway, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Give everything you are
Leave nothing of yourself
Give everything you are
And then............

Nothing, nothing, nothing can hurt you any-more.

Grey Sky

salt sand and sea equals rust, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Grey sky you can't hide the Sun from me
I will find the light you deny me
I will create my own Sunrise
But not out of spite
I will create my own Sunrise
To worship you.

Mass

Mass, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Speed we are travelling through the Universe - in one minute we travel 11 thousand 80 miles.

Gone

Gone, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Sun and cold, seeing the sun rise every day

Vinegar is good stuff

Positive days in work

Roo breaks bandwidth records

Thatcher dead at last

Will I have that dream again ?

Is it illegal to sleep with a skeleton

Betsan Powys is really a woman's name !

singing

singing, a photo by mord on Flickr.

I Hear America Singing ~ Walt Whitman


I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day — at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

Children

DSCF9579, a photo by mord on Flickr.

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
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.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Partner ~ Patience Strong

Foetal, a photo by mord on Flickr.

The first dance of all when they danced heart to heart
They knew, they both knew, it was only the start
Of something more wonderful that a mere dance
More than a thrill of a passing romance.

They knew without saying the Love, the real thing
Had touched them that night with its shimmering wing.
No word had been spoken and yet they both knew
That suddenly all sorts of dreams had come true.

It's many a year since the night that they met
But that first dance they will never forget
Then a boy and a girl and now a husband and wife
Still happy, still dancing and partners for life.

rhoose pond

rhoose pond, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Death XXVII ~ Khalil Gibran

Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."

And he said:

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

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.

Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

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?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Hole

DSCF1079, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Feelings I shouldn't have
Pain of craving
Wanting something so perfect
Scared of such loss
Excitement, joy, bliss and deep, deep sadness
I AM IN CONTROL AGAIN

craving

DSCF6356, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Even Through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin

Constant craving
Has always been

Maybe a great magnet pulls
All souls towards truth
Or maybe it is life itself
That feeds wisdom
To it's youth
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/k/kd+lang/constant+craving_20077006.html ]
Constant craving
Has always been

Craving
Ah ha
Constant craving
Has always been

Constant craving
Has always been
Constant craving
Has always been

Craving
Ah ha
Constant Craving
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been

loosing

DSCF8403, a photo by mord on Flickr.

I don't know what you're looking for
you haven't found it baby, that's for sure
You rip me up and spread me all around
in the dust of the deed of time

And this is not a case of lust, you see
it's not a matter of you versus of me
It's fine the way you want me on your own
but in the end it's always me alone

And I'm losing my favourite game
you're losing your mind again
I'm losing my baby
losing my favourite game

I only know what I've been working for
another you so I could love you more
I really thought that I could take you there
but my experiment is not getting us anywhere

I had a vision I could turn you right
a stupid mission and a lethal fight
I should have seen it when my hope was new
my heart is black and my body is blue

And I'm losing my favourite game
you're losing your mind again
I'm losing my favourite game
I've tried but you're still the same
I'm losing my baby
you're losing a saviour and a saint

I'm Nobody!

DSCF8444, a photo by mord on Flickr.

I'm Nobody! Who are you? (260) Emily Dickinson

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

Alone

DSCF8996, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Alone Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

A list of sense ?

Green face, a photo by mord on Flickr.

I'm quick at silly stupid lists and taking the mickey out of other people's lists perhaps I should try real ones.

1. Stop drinking to numb, doesn't really work anyway.
2. Loose weight get fit, always feel better REMEMBER THIS!
3. More time outside as much time outside
4. Hide the technology ( cameras not included )
5. Work harder in work the day flies
6. New volunteering, make a difference anyway else
7. Draw and paint ( yes it will be awful )
8. More music , fill life with music
9. More live events
10. Stop the lists too controlled and planning just do stuff randomly,

I am a creep.

impossible future

Say ahhhhh..., a photo by mord on Flickr.

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.

Cheironomy

Mozart, a photo by mord on Flickr.

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.

Pain that I'm used to.

Twins, a photo by mord on Flickr.

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 ?

Is it too late to touch you, Dear

Untitled, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Is it too late to touch you, Dear? @ Emily Dickinson

Is it too late to touch you, Dear?
We this moment knew --
Love Marine and Love terrene --
Love celestial too --

heart

heart, a photo by mord on Flickr.

Love's Philosophy ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine? -

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?