Thursday, October 30, 2008
a Street Bee Tale #10
i Got a new guitar for my birthday a few weeks ago which was sweet. i Had to return the one i got and upgrade it cause i Had some extra money from work. aLso i Overdrafted on my debit card which was bad news cause i did it like twice when i didn't have enough cash. sO thats $60 out of my pocket. oH well, i'M about to go to math with mAtt and we'll have a great time. wHo knows, maybe we'll do well on the test tomorrow.
Monday, October 13, 2008
A Street bee Tale #9
sO last night i bought mgmt'S CD On itUnes which was a good move cause it turns out i very much enjoy them. i Wish i had bought their music video as well which is $2 but w/e, i don't need to have that version, cause anyways its edited so that's no fun. hEre are some of the lyrics i like alot already:
"eVil s I Yes to find a shore, a Beach that doesn't quiver anymore, wHere we can crush some plants to paint my walls, aNd i Won't try to fight in the weekend wars, wAs i? I Was to lazy to bathe oR paint or write or try to make a change. nOw i Can shoot a gun to kill my lunch aNd i Don't have to love or think too much, iNstant battle plans written on the sidewalk"
tHe melody is really what gets me, but the lyrics are really cool too
"eVil s I Yes to find a shore, a Beach that doesn't quiver anymore, wHere we can crush some plants to paint my walls, aNd i Won't try to fight in the weekend wars, wAs i? I Was to lazy to bathe oR paint or write or try to make a change. nOw i Can shoot a gun to kill my lunch aNd i Don't have to love or think too much, iNstant battle plans written on the sidewalk"
tHe melody is really what gets me, but the lyrics are really cool too
A Street Bee Tale #8
lOve pOme by bEn
lOve is a city bus and we all get one,
sOme are warm in a cold world, others start but struggle to run,
tOday the ride is bumpy, tomorrow it might be fun, who knows?
yOu’ll meet others on your bus, some glad to know you, others lost
tHey’ll cheer you up or they’ll paint your windows with frost, who knows?
aLl you can do is pray, that one day, that special passenger will join you on your bus
mAybe our special passenger will get off tomorrow, or stay till tUesday, but treat her your best please, who knows?
lOve is a city bus and we all get one,
sOme are warm in a cold world, others start but struggle to run,
tOday the ride is bumpy, tomorrow it might be fun, who knows?
yOu’ll meet others on your bus, some glad to know you, others lost
tHey’ll cheer you up or they’ll paint your windows with frost, who knows?
aLl you can do is pray, that one day, that special passenger will join you on your bus
mAybe our special passenger will get off tomorrow, or stay till tUesday, but treat her your best please, who knows?
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
A Street Bee Tale #7
lOve pOem
"aN aNgel's cRime" by aUdra lIllian nEwton
aN angel tantalizes me with heaven's fire,
tO covet a life just beyond my grasp.
yEars paint the path of forbidden desire,
aS his wings burn my skin.
wOe to you, forbidden aNgel,
oH blissful agony drown my cries,
eXpose my souls ravenous despair,
gRatify me with your wings afire.
http://www.1lovepoems.com/pa8.shtml
i Think the theme of this here poem is that love, passion, and desire are sometimes unberiable when the desired is watched from a distance. i Don't think that made sense... basically i Think the author can't be with his/her desired other and he/she is blaming an angel (similar to a cupid like person...). tHe author uses metaphor by blaming this "aNgel" for his or her love issues and agony.
fOr my own metaphor, i Would say that love is like a bed. wHen you're in bed alone, the bed is sometimes cool, sometimes warm. bUt when there are two people in a bed (or in a relationship) then the bed is most certainly warm and comfertable. iF the relationship is going poorly, then the two are on either sides of the bed and there is a cold gap between them.
"aN aNgel's cRime" by aUdra lIllian nEwton
aN angel tantalizes me with heaven's fire,
tO covet a life just beyond my grasp.
yEars paint the path of forbidden desire,
aS his wings burn my skin.
wOe to you, forbidden aNgel,
oH blissful agony drown my cries,
eXpose my souls ravenous despair,
gRatify me with your wings afire.
http://www.1lovepoems.com/pa8.shtml
i Think the theme of this here poem is that love, passion, and desire are sometimes unberiable when the desired is watched from a distance. i Don't think that made sense... basically i Think the author can't be with his/her desired other and he/she is blaming an angel (similar to a cupid like person...). tHe author uses metaphor by blaming this "aNgel" for his or her love issues and agony.
fOr my own metaphor, i Would say that love is like a bed. wHen you're in bed alone, the bed is sometimes cool, sometimes warm. bUt when there are two people in a bed (or in a relationship) then the bed is most certainly warm and comfertable. iF the relationship is going poorly, then the two are on either sides of the bed and there is a cold gap between them.
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