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Last Updated: 11/19/2009

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Status: Single
City: Atlanta, Nashvegas, NYC, Toronto
State: Georgia
Country: US
Signup Date: 3/2/2005

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Friday, May 08, 2009 

Current mood:  enlightened
"Go outside and look west," I'm told.

In an obedient fashion, I make way out of my abode to gaze in an upwards fashion at the marvel that is above.  The Earth's moon in it's full capacity, resembling the beaming glow of a halogen bulb.  The stars around it, acting as mosquitoes, circling around the heavenly light, complimenting it's regal composure.  I try to make sense of what it's telling me, as it stares back in a cold, yet loving gaze.  I wonder how many breaths I would take in some imaginary journey to it's surface.  I return back inside, and put pen to paper, notating my journey in song form.  It's a waltz.  Each step of the 3/4 count, bringing me closer and closer to this pie in the sky...

Once enough words are sprawled out in this little leather book, and my writing hand gets tired, I set it aside to take a break and re-enter the digital world, of where I now find myself typing.  It's been a minute so it seems, since I've done this whole blog thing.  It'll take some getting used to, before I fall back into full-swing.  For the return, I've to thank the moon and it's gleam...

I've noticed that lately I find myself often looking up... Be it at my ceiling fan, or celestial bodies of wonder.  I wonder... My mind wanders...

For the past 5 or so years it seems, I've been on a plane on my birthday... This year, it seems shall be no different; expect some sort of airport social study within the week ;-)  Meanwhile, I wanted to let you all know that you're loved... and not to forget to look up from time to time... It's incredible what one can find.
|Frankie Brown Eyes|


Currently reading:
Guess How Much I Love You
By Sam McBratney
Release date: 2008-10-14
The Goodnight Sailor

 
That was beautiful.
 
Posted by The Goodnight Sailor on Friday, May 08, 2009 - 9:05 AM
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Aimed for the sky
Janet Petko

 
Birthday on a plane. Least they can do is bring you a hostess cupcake with a candle in it.

Now here's an adorable but odd secret of mine....

When I was little I used to call the crescent moon Chewy. Because he was smiling at the entire world, showing off his pearly gleam of teeth, and I was thinking about what teeth do at the moment. Other people think of cheese or the face in the moon. I think of teeth.
 
Posted by Aimed for the sky on Friday, May 08, 2009 - 11:01 AM
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~LiNdSaY,Unrivaled Princess~

 
Oh my goodness, Mr. Frank Bell, your Birthday....Happy Happy Happy Wishes to You for another year! You are in my thoughts. Wish I could celebrate with you with a hug and a song! Nice interpretation of the moon.
I am a moon girl myself!! Take care of you and much love! =)
~Lindsay C. Waters~
 
Posted by ~LiNdSaY,Unrivaled Princess~ on Friday, May 08, 2009 - 2:50 PM
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Andii

 
Happy Birthday Brown Eyes. :) I hope it's the very best, you are a beautiful soul. ♥
 
Posted by Andii on Friday, May 08, 2009 - 7:55 PM
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Laurin-Jade

 
'luminous as we outshine the moon.' i used to wonder sometimes when i was little, on summer nights down at a place called Mossvale Park in Berry's Creek where i did pony club in my youth, if people on the other side of the world could see the stars in the night sky as magically as u can from this little piece of paradise in rural victoria. one feels small by comparison to this sight. and inspired simultaneously. the park is girt by a stream which runs all the way from Tarwin region i believe and more importantly..the big old acorn trees are so enormous and full of children rather than squirrels....its from these trees that i learned what "fall" was like before i actually came here to experience the full meaning of the term given to a season where the trees shed their skin and transform.....there's a small little old outdoor ampitheater there with a modest concrete slab for a stage where on nights i mentioned, where us kids would take the stage and make a lot of noises in to hear the echoes reverberating around.i used to ponder how far my voice would carry if i had a microphone there. naturally i felt it to be able to be heard to the moon if i so desired at that age until double figures came and spoilt the fantasy of this belief ;).now i don't want to be heard by the moon i just want to outshine it.hah.....the moon looks very very big and important from Mossvale Park but it hasn't seen my special cape yet....or heard my 'whoosh' sounds for that matter.....when i read your blog i found myself back there as a kid in my mind, looking at my dads set of Derwent Pencils and imagining the picture on the front of the tin of a park was my Mossvale Park....thank you for this =)
 
Posted by Laurin-Jade on Sunday, May 17, 2009 - 6:45 AM
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tornline

 
its funny that you're reading that book. When i was locked up, my mom gave me a journal with that cover. she always gave me journals, and when i filled them, she wrote me letters on the covers when she missed me.

the longer you look at the world, the more things you will find, often right in your face.

 
Posted by tornline on Thursday, June 18, 2009 - 12:38 AM
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tornline

 
"when i look up, i miss all the good stuff...when i look down, i just trip over things..." ani difranco
 
Posted by tornline on Thursday, June 18, 2009 - 12:41 AM
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