Moonlit Jazz

I will take you in
promise eternity of my soul
I don’t know how to take it slow
I will cherish you
color all my words true
I move too fast to make it last
I’ll push you away
make you regret our yesterdays
promises broken by hearts unspoken
I’ll walk alone
footsteps firm upon stone
chin up high, eyes smiling to the skies

Sometimes people move too swiftly to the next thing, forgetting the past, regardless of the others left behind. Have you met someone like that? Someone who leaps from thing to thing, pouring all their heart, then finding a flaw of sorts that becomes enough to push it all away?

Cryptic, eh?

My aunt is in the hospital. ::sigh:: My mom told me in chat (why again did I show her how to IM in Gmail?). Then my cousin called and asked if I had talked to our other cousin (the one whose mom is in the hospital). I hadn’t. And I still haven’t. I know I need to call her.

Psych ROCKS! The Office makes me laugh. Prison Break has managed to keep me on the edge of my seat. And Heroes, ahhh, Heroes. I want to know more!

I had more to say but it’s almost time for bed.

self portrait

I wrote this at myspace. Yeah, I never start blogging at myspace, yet I did this time. And I’m lazy, so here’s the bit of that. And I think I’ll post pictures in between. And then I *might* add more. Maybe. LOL!

Even though I feel old sometimes, I always enjoy being with my cousins. It’s like a shot of youth when I’m around them. Perhaps it’s because they’re all older than me (my sister and I are the youngest on our dad’s side). Or perhaps it’s because we all see each other past the years and past the gravity.

Last night was a blast! We gathered around to celebrate Bev & John’s nuptials at their home. Great food (the catering service was EXCELLENT!), comfortable atmosphere (how can you go wrong with family… wait, don’t answer that!), fun fun times. It helped that the spirits flowed rather freely (mostly wine and beer) and the food was endless. I ate so much when it was time to eat that I couldn’t graze as much as I would have liked. Alas!

hors d’oeuvres

looking outside through the dining room window…

food!

I loved the whole set up in the backyard. They put up tents and little tables in the tents. Very fancy. Oh, and the heat lamps were a blessing! Of course, it was wonderful that the weather was cold and crisp with just a slight breeze to remind of winter. Towards the end of the night, the main heat lamp became the beacon. We all gathered around like well-dressed hobos and chatted and laughed and all of that.

hail to the heat lamp!

We stayed until way past midnight. It was great. For some reason (probably the liberal intake of alcohol), the music started blasting in the family room and we enjoyed a little dancing into the early morning. Mind you, I don’t dance much. But I got suckered in a couple of times because I made the mistake of hovering at the edge of darkness with my camera in hand, taking pictures of the revelers. But it was fun. And they were all having fun. I love how folks loosen up as the night wears on. Delightful.

with John

three cousins

Some of us were so intoxicated. Not me! (I’m just having fun in the picture with John.) It’s fun being around happy drunks. LOL!

I know I say this everytime I spend time with my cousins, but I LOVE SPENDING TIME WITH MY COUSINS!!! And I don’t get to see them as often as I like. It’s wonderful to be around them. We’re thinking of having a cousins only weekend sometime in the future. No spouses or kids. I hope we get to do it. It would be so great!

Solomon ladies

Bev, Alice, John

Alice and John cutting a rug

More pictures are here.

before you slip away
to dreams of yesterday
smile into my eyes
with memories of tonight
promise me this moment
will somehow last eternity
filled with joy and laughter
our spirits high and free
before you slip away
stop a moment and stay
let’s smile with delight
up into the starlit night

Burning
Originally uploaded by walelia.

Warm

Your Slanguage Profile

Canadian Slang: 50% Prison Slang: 50% Aussie Slang: 25% Southern Slang: 25% British Slang: 0% New England Slang: 0%

Canadian or Prison slang? Umm, okay!

unseen by most
unknown but to few
unspoken to any
kept hidden from all
still it slithers
hints its existence
drops clues without a word
sparks intrigue with mystery
unbroken as a promise
unyielding in its truth
unhampered by time
knowing its reveal will come soon
so it waits
vivid as a dream
sweet as surrender
vying to be free
this secret

the fire burns
a sweet hunger
such promise
deep beneath intentions
fueling desire’s touch
yearning lingers
hiding and waiting
the tease a flicker
unbidden
cool flames steady
patient
silent
the sweet hunger burns