Saturday 15 February 2014
Thursday 13 February 2014
MOBILE MOVIES: DOOM --2005 [UNRATED] (HINDI DUBBED)
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Tuesday 11 February 2014
Tanveerg32: sure exactly what would sum this up] Hello all. I ...
Tanveerg32: sure exactly what would sum this up]
Hello all. I ...tanveer
Monday 10 February 2014
sure exactly what would sum this up] Hello all. I have to laugh at myself. A young woman from church has added me to her "circle"... this would be great... if one could believe that I understood what this means OUTSIDE of geometry class. Which, alas, I currently do not. I haven't "played" with this feature yet. So, I will be silent on this for the time being. [that is: silent on acting on this. Not silent on posting about it on my blog. Which should be good for a chuckle] I'm posting tonight, which I probably should not. I'm still a little "under the weather". So I've been watching way too much tv, & when I'm not I'm studying my eyelids very closely. yup, they're still there, & they still function properly. I'm enjoying Renee Yohe's tumbler post. It's so cool to hear people express the same thought, in harmonious ways. Each unique to the person, yet conveying the same message. [as if using their own "dialect"] Love is not easy. It is not for the faint of heart. We are all messy. The adjectives we use are different... yet we are all broken [& yes, I'm now thinking of the song by Paramore]. Broken to the same degree...even though the cracks create different shapes on each of us. Yet... It is possible to choose isolation. It is possible to choose... something else, too. It is possible to find people... who will love you through the mess...[irregardless of who it was...that made it.] I've said it before, I'll say it again [probably too many times, I'm afraid] Love isn't pretty, it's pretty necessary. It's strange, how love works. Seems you only feel loved... once you've given out all the reasons why someone shouldn't love you. When you've risked telling all. You sit there, in your vulnerability of knowing that you've shown every reason why someone shouldn't love you. You wait... for them to walk away... it's only when they don't... only then can you really believe you are loved. Sad. That when you seem to have lost... is when you've truly won. The first rays of a new dawn you feel lost swept under something like you'll never be found and you cannot figure out whether or not you want to be found you won't tell anyone that you aren't sure if you really want to live through this again someone tells you they're "gonna kill you" which makes you mad because you know they're lying and they don't know how bad you want death then there are others these strange folks who keep hanging around "wanting" to be with you which is weird because you don't yet this weirdness gives birth to beauty like a flower blooming slowly it wakes you up to glory to color to joy it brings you back to life yet more than that it brings you to a life that you somehow always knew was "out there" ...and it births that life inside yet it's too big to stay inside it must "burst forth" it was meant to you cannot stop it ...and when it does you realize you were never meant to keep it to yourself inside yourself you are too small to contain it and you are glad b.e. noll I probably won't be on here for a day or 2, now. I'm trying to get over a cold, & I have a really long day Wed. So I may just sleep tomorrow night. Take care. Know you are loved. In spite of ...THAT. Whatever "that" is for you. I liked this trailer. Saw it on tv tonight. Looks gut wrenching, sad, yet ultimately hopeful. The last line makes me think of my parents, & all the people they have "adopted" as their kids from LW. It makes me think of LW. Some family you are born with... but... some family you get to choose[& they... choose you] Gimme Shelter May His grace drip from your fingers, B
Tuesday 4 February 2014
Tanveerg32: Deep within the sun A core spins in motion At its ...
Tanveerg32: Deep within the sun
A core spins in motion
At its ...tanveer
Saturday 25 January 2014
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The Great Red Giant could no longer bear The forces of fission held within its care Collected fuels over such a great time A load too heavy, and fusion too prime So far beneath its plasmatic sea The forces of mass built up by three The critical forces accumulated too fast And multiple fissions started to blast The uncontrolled sum of the reactions compactions Finally overcame their gravitational attraction And then burst forth in a great cosmic cry And gave birth to a new baby’s sigh
Friday 17 January 2014
Tanveerg32: Tanveerg32: As the molecules expand in the warm ai...
Tanveerg32: Tanveerg32: As the molecules expand in the warm ai...: Tanveerg32: As the molecules expand in the warm air The sap ce...
As the molecules expand in the warm air The sap cells flow upward without a care From the tighter root cells of the cold thawing ground To the warmer branches is where they’re bound Then in the rain the cool upward side Constricts to lift the branches to cause the rain to glide Down the trunk to the roots where the sap is made Because the warmer underside of the branch bows up with pride And for all this the deciduous tree provides us shade During the summer’s hot tide Then falls the air temp and the tree constricts Sending the sap cells back into the ground The warmer roots is where they will be found During winter’s chill while the trunk restricts
A comet came with a large metal core Racing ‘cross the heavens toward the sun it tore It started to shed its frozen surface Of gasses, vapors, and minerals it bore A collection of time from deep out in space Now littered its trail with cosmic waste But as its course closed in too near It parted the flux of the Heliosphere Then out of the Sun’s plasmatic sea Leaped an enormous flare That swiped the hare A giant shock wave From the forces that be Gravity, centrifugal, and a nuclear blast Sent the fuel supplier again on the chase Back out to the heavens on a new pace Flinging it further out into space On a much longer run which might be its last
The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
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A free bird
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
A free bird
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
A free bird
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
A free bird
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
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