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"we got to get back to something simple to save ourselves ~ Van Morrison"

The Antrim Coast, close to where I live...by Hamilton Sloan ~

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A new day breaks....

a love jouney....

Last night I read here of a love journey.
I will share alittle of mine.
I too was very young and very naiive.
I boarded a plane for Korea, from Osaka Japan.
I was in love... I was on a journey to see my lover in Singapore... a chinese, we had known each other already 4 years. We had been banned by his father from ever meeting again. ..I was white.
I had earned just enough for the plane ticket.

This was the hostel bathroom in Seoul.
I slept on the floor as was the custom. It was cold. The latch on the door would not have kept anyone out.
The next day I boarded another plane this time to Bangkok. (Stopover flights were cheaper) I got off the plane. It was very hot. I got a taxi from the airport to Bangkok central. There were two men in the taxi. They said they wanted to take me to a "love hotel" to make love. I had to jump out as they started touching me. The car was moving on a seven lane highway.
In the end I took a tuk tuk. I grasped the knife down my sock. ..I was afraid. This is the driver.

He was good to me.
Nothing happened. I went to an address in China town. Another hostel. Better than the Korean one. But Cheap $6/night. A bed and some water to wash in.
That evening I took another tuk tuk.

...through the streets of Bangkok.
I got out at what looked like a food area. It was actually Pat Pong.
A young boy stopped me. He said "You want to go red light ?"
I said no I want to eat.
For some reason I trusted him.
When you travel alone you learn quickly who you can trust and who you cant. Its an instinct. He took me around abit. Some Thai women tugged and pulled at me. They wanted me to be a prostitute it turned out.
He pulled me away from them yelling at them in Thai.
We ate. He is the one smiling on the right.

The next day. I went to Singapore.I was already covered in mosquitoe bites. The hostel rooms had no air con so the windows were open.
I stayed in a hostel there too.
This is the view from the window.

I shared with several others.. .. I didnt sleep...too many snoring. It was hot and sticky.
The next day.
I met my lover.
Yes...that was a my journey ~ a love journey.The start of a much longer journey that was to last over a year in Singapore and SE Asia.
When I look at my life today, at my lifestyle, when I get frustrated by the little things, afraid of what the next day holds. I look back at my life then. The determination I had, the trust I had in people, and I remember that generally human kindness can be found in the most unlikelist of places. I also remember that I can survive even the most terrible of conditions if I have to and that nothiing is too hard to bear if you believe what you are doing to be true.
I have lived a life that does not have regrets.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darken'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall

From our dark spirits..

John Keats

Invictus ~William Ernest Hemmingway

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years Finds,
and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Knight of Dublin Castle... Darby deVon

the Knight of Dublin Castle...

Oh I remember, I recall
of land so green, the grass so tall
where once he pledged his love to me
for a loyal knight was he.

The storms were raging on that night
we awakend from the stranger's might
and through those chamber doors he came
please come and help your king!

I watched him leave, I watched him go.
as through the stormy night he trode
riding high a strong, and mighty steed
I whispered 'Please, come back to me'
And the Fairies cried for me...
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh...

It's been 8 months, or even more
since I heard the news
I cry no more
I've seen the vision in my sights
of a stranger called the Devil's Knight

I ran down to the ocean side
his horse so still, his eyes so bright
the hills were startled by my cries
the knife cuts deep,
I cannot die!
And the seabirds cry for me...

And when our loyal knight came home
he found her dead, he found her cold
and from that day, he walked alone,

for a loyal knight was he...

fairies....

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
~William Butler Yeats, "The Land of Heart's Desire," 1894

How far and wide the Faeries fly, GoAnd just lden wings twinkling as they soar through the sky, Their Beauty, Grace and Sallow Skinned face, Pixie Dust scattered alljoy over the place. when you think 'Clear is the sky', Their beauty floods back in the blink of an eye, No tears, No fears just laughter and , Prancing and dancing both girl and boy. They fly to the river flowing from the lake, You follow them and rub your eyes thinking this must be fake. At this moment they notice you, Curious but scared, Their tiny wings flutter and a whisper is flared, The largest of the faeries hovers forward and speaks, But you hear nothing; her voice is merely a squeak, She pulls on your finger in gesture to stay, You turn and look back then stay at the lake and play. When fade the last light and the stars all glow bright, When flutter the last golden wing, The Day has now broken, The Faerie Queen has spoken, As the night falls and darkness it brings. How far and wide the Faeries fly, On bright and golden wings, But when they settle down to sleep, A gentle song they sing, "Sweet Queen of Night, Soft silver stars, We're glad you are so near, We seek our beds to rest our heads Without a moments fear, On thistledown, in hidden nooks, We watch the stars so bright, The joys of sleep, upon us creep, As we wish you all Goodnight." As the glittering Faerie dust Fades away, In the shadows of the trees they shall stay, Until Morning Dawn brings another day, And again, the Faeries come out and play.

....Ailsa Barrie.

my lover has gone...

no words left

falling sakura

I absolutely love this song and video....
falling sakura....

Utada Hikaru - Sakura Drops with subs

In China, the sakura, or cherry blossom, is a symbol of feminine beauty. It also represents the feminine principle and love in the language of herbs. In Japan, cherry blossoms symbolize the transience of life because of their short blooming times. Falling blossoms are metaphors for fallen warriors who died bravely in battle.

a new start...

" Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start now and make a brand new ending"
~ Carl Bard

"in our imagination we can create an inner world of great delicacy, spun out of the threads of human experience and dreams.Whatever the age of the spinner. However we can only visit this inner world if there is a point of embarkation, the expectation of arrival and the trust and knowledege that we are able to return to the place of departure

BY Jim Morrison:

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.