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Through the eye of a storm...: Meetings and Partings
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Monday, 27 April 2015. We meet and we part. Then we part and we meet,. Our distance numbing much of the heart. Frozen tears get thawed by smiles that greet. When we meet, then part. Only to part and meet. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Keep the Blues Away. A Story A Day. 9834;] tuneful void. Off my Journal (the wine and the divine). Grandma Take Me Home.".
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Through the eye of a storm...: April 2015
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Monday, 27 April 2015. We meet and we part. Then we part and we meet,. Our distance numbing much of the heart. Frozen tears get thawed by smiles that greet. When we meet, then part. Only to part and meet. Thursday, 9 April 2015. Keep the Blues Away. If you could have a heart for every summer you survive. Where sunny days seep into your smiles. They'll keep the blues away, oh oh. A Story A Day.
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Through the eye of a storm...: July 2015
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Saturday, 11 July 2015. Live And Let Die. For the moment, the best thing I can say to myself is, "live and let die". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Live And Let Die. A Story A Day. 9834;] tuneful void. Off my Journal (the wine and the divine). Grandma Take Me Home.". Silence of a piano poet. Of Cats and Magical Swords. My Online Penguin Army. Li'l Black Star (with spaces).
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Through the eye of a storm...: Sunshine In Seconds
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Friday, 23 January 2015. I've become so shallow now, always looking for the quick fix, the easy high. I've no patience any more, at least less than I ever did before. It's remarkably easy to sink into a single dimensional soul: just immerse yourself into your work and forget about anything else that you ever loved. I dont know what youre going through. But youre special. The person who...Whoev...
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Through the eye of a storm...: Graves For Flowers
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Friday, 19 December 2014. The early grave is one of the saddest of all. For the earth would much rather wait,. Its soil repels life that could have been —. Life swept away by rage. The saddest graves of all, however. Are the graves for flowers,. Little petals falling to the ground before their time. Those yet to bloom, ruddily ripped out —. Trampling upon the history that should have been made.
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Through the eye of a storm...: Heal
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Tuesday, 31 March 2015. Tonight, I'll let the sorrows slide. Down the well of forgetfulness;. Music takes the pain away. Melancholy made whole with melody. My world enlivened again. By notes wistful for tomorrow. 29 April 2015 at 03:00. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A Story A Day. 9834;] tuneful void. Off my Journal (the wine and the divine).
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Through the eye of a storm...: Who Knows
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Wednesday, 18 February 2015. Some nights you just have to let the despair overcome you and cry into your pillow till it's dawn again. It happens, I suppose, if your sounding board of many years and your avenue of venting is suddenly no longer an option. It was a long time coming, I suppose. It would have been too much. I'm crap at communication anyway. I feel alone. And it is something tha...
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Through the eye of a storm...: August 2015
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Saturday, 1 August 2015. The last week has rushed by much faster than I'd have liked. Anyone whose heart is stretched across lives and cities will often wish for the power to speed up and slow down time. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A Story A Day. 9834;] tuneful void. Off my Journal (the wine and the divine). Grandma Take Me Home.". Silence of a piano poet.
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Through the eye of a storm...: Perspective
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Tuesday, 12 May 2015. Perspective is a very good thing, a much needed thing. As much as "it's not the victory but the fight", my old House motto, on some days I would much prefer the victory. So what makes the difference? What let's you go on in spite of it, to chase after the thrill of the battle rather than the glory of its completion? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Story A Day. Is li...
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Through the eye of a storm...: Keep the Blues Away
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Through the eye of a storm. My insane rambling, which borders greatly on the neurotic on more than one occasion. Thursday, 9 April 2015. Keep the Blues Away. If you could have a heart for every summer you survive. Where sunny days seep into your smiles. They'll keep the blues away, oh oh. Those extra hearts of yours. If you could sing a song every time you swore. You'll live the rest of your life alone. They'll keep the blues away, oh yeah. Those merry songs of yours. Let's keep the blues away, dear.