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Name: courtney
Gender: Female
Interests: enjoying life in the fullest - with Christ at the center.
also: I paint and do other thing that appeal to the creative artist part in me. I love being outside-for just about any reason. People are beautiful pieces of God's best art work and I love getting to know others and being with people and all that jazz. I wish I had a penny's worth of musical talent - but I don't so I just reconize those who do and love listening to people use thier talents. that's enought hobbies for now.
Expertise: chasing polka dotted sabertooth sqirls
I'm also the first professional finger and toe painter.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
7/20/2003
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| Does any body read these?
if so, my dreads are a mess and bothering me a lot currantly.
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| its been a long time since I've let myself loose to bleed all over
parchment and screens in mystical plays of words with little but keen
logical reason behind them. I don't think I can do it now if I
tried...for I am and with failure leaving much to be wanted. has the
world grown so heavy I cannot even dance with its acute melodramatic
sorrowful harmonies? oh to be light enough to sway again in the pools
of nonsensical means. I can fold a paper nicely, in flowery envelope
shapes. I will take you out for sushi and pray to God my eyes speak
more clearly than my words. i am lacking protein bruised as a rotten
melon, eat me not- or die. my stinging bite unwillfully inflicted
vicious unmerciful.none are the nutrients to be gained from dust and
bones. Can you imagine how I hate this weather birthing rotting flowers
as it is? synchronize what can be salvaged from this great cutting
off. the pruning of sour things gives light to spacious soul forming.
anchors for eyelids oh will to be awake ocean's resting place. stars
empty and today cheapened by children's rhymes and games. find me the
mystery of breath, and leave all the confusion here at the bottom. far
is the day. far is the final revision. undo me quickly let the pain all
go loose to dust, remove the dark arrow from old caverns forgotten.
never mind how the venom snuck in, suck it dry from my marrow. let me
not remain empty and unrested, or full on the lack of victory. will
home always remain a word in want? to go back to some degree of
innocents and naivety when joy was seasoned and well along... not
fleeting so from harsh and unjust logic of a hardened mind and weakened
heart. expand child and breath frolic in the streams and oceans wide,
claim the wildness of color and air, let not wisdom take impish delight
from you. unravel the secrets of play and being self disclosed. charm
in bearable privacy release the kites of apprehension. dance on a limb
fly if you fall.
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| Find Me In The River
Find me in the river
Find me on my knees
I've walked against the water
Now I'm waiting if you please
We've longed to see the roses
But never felt the thorns
And bought our pretty crowns
But never paid the price
Find me in the river
Find me there
Find me on my knees with my soul laid bare
Even though you're gone and I'm cracked and dry
Find me in the river, I'm waiting here
Find me in the river
Find me on my knees
I've walked against the water
Now I'm waiting if you please
We didn't count on suffering
We didn't count on pain
But if the blessing's in the valley
Then in the river I will wait
Written by Martin Smith ©1995 Curious? Music UK
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the fountian head i long to go. to the deepest parts carry me. My own
breath fails me, on my own strength I cannot rely. but my soul longs
for to be filled by the source of this river I dance in. wash and burn
away the worst parts of me, through flame and rains carry me to the
river. cut off from me the things that would wiegh me down. beneath the
surface take me, the waters not so cold after surrender. take me to the
the rock, in the center between the jagged stromy shores. let me stand
there a moment above the crashing waves. be my breath and fill my lungs
in glorious intake and victorious exhale. be my very breath, and help
me to see that is prayer enough.Wash over me, taking away with you the
corrupted parts of my flesh, and if only bone and marrow is left, than
lavish on me a new riverbed pearl of flesh, renewing me in the depths,
on the floor of these waves. wash over me river, cover me, across my
face come wraping yourself over my head, neck, chest, and legs, rush
past me, engulfing me in your currents, and on the crests move me
forward oh wings through deepest depths and rocky shallows, past white
and falling currents, up to the source, to the fountian head, only
there will i rest. if only for a moment this side of heaven dwell
there.
-courtney
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| OhioSo most the time I day dream of far away place much more exciting and grande than the lil'ol home town of mine.
Than I have beautiful days that sparkle and whisper and remind me that my roots came out of this here Gem city, and that its a piece of me,and worth singing about.
home is beautiful.
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