black swan

ps black swan by creepingelm

dark..dark..dark..

ps
fade like a star in the night of your nevermore,
this light we miss forevermore!
it's in the dark and in the day,
to my heart you know the way!

ps ps this photo was taken in church of a little girl staring at me in the pew in front of me on christmas eve... she was on her back staring up at me.. you can make out her eye.... i love the halo of light that appears
ps ps ps forgive me for i was asked not to take photos during mass and i clicked...

you

ps you were...you are.. you will always be the moon...

everyday you save me from my drowning...

ps thank you

lit trees and hearing the wind rustling the leaves...

ps adoring christmas in california with autumn~like air... feelings as if i have fallen somehow into the nightmare before christmas..... how does one get this feeling? by frolicking between the rows of lit trees and hearing the wind rustling the leaves.. it's the eerie air of halloween with a mashup up of a christmas celebration...
jack skellington: "isn't that wonderful? it couldn't be more wonderful!"

turn around ~ whiskeytown

want to cross
but I don’t think I can
it’s too weak here
even where I stand
come here darling
let me see you hold my hand
so we can mend your broken halo

all I want from you
well all I want from you
is for you to turn around
turn around

wanted to damage
so I damaged it some
we used to have it all
now I just got some
the silence, perfections, mysteries
all easy to fall from your lips
all the while lies were told to me
in shapeless secrets

when all I want from you
all I want from you
is for you to turn around
turn around
turn around
turn around

can’t you turn around
can’t you turn around
can’t you turn around
why can’t you turn around?
turn around
turn around
turn around

look into the portal of my life...CreepingElm

just a minute is too long... CreepingElm

make loud your whispers... CreepingElm

you found me... CreepingElm

jesse woods - sparks

ps jesse woods sings with the soul of an aged man, armed with the lovely sweet voice of a boy. the inflection in his voice is soothing, and thoughtful- with that endearing country-folk infusion....
ps ps this is for you...

you must feel it in your bones... CreepingElm

ryan adams - dreaming's free (i'm alright) (destroyer sessions)

ps
i'm all locked away
watching the sunrise, someplace in your eyes, my dear
i'm alright today
i can see the sun, stars and moon becoming one
i thank God dreaming's free
because I would spend all my money making make-believe
it's kinda what I'm doing anyway
and I know your love has finally come to stay
today, today

when you've come to stay
i will see the sun, and I will feel no pain
when you're feeling blue
i will be the moon and I will be the rain
thank God dreaming's free
because I would spend all my money making make-believe
it's kinda what I'm doing anyway
and I know your love has finally come to stay
today, today

calling me, anytime
calling me, anytime
calling me, anytime
i'll be yours, will you be mine
yes, I'll be yours, will be mine
i'll be yours, will you be mine
today, today

i'm all locked away
watching the sunrise, someplace in your eyes, my dear
i'm alright today
i can see the sun, I can feel your pain
thank God dreaming's free
because I would spend all my money making make-believe
it's kinda what I'm doing anyway
and I know your love has finally come to stay
today, today

stop living under the staircase... CreepingElm

ryan adams - lil' girls (heartbreaker demos)

those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
edgar allan poe

i almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days--three such days with you i could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

~ john keats

ryan adams & the cardinals - friends

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZl_foxwOLo
ps
as pretty as a song
a song could ever be
like Christmas on a river
without a boat or Christmas tree
this afternoon with you was something like a letter
the kind that someone writes but never sends
and when you look at me like that
i know that someday it's gonna end
and when you go
i bet you miss your friends

as angry as a breeze
tugging hard upon the sails
i've been moving through these streets forever
from Baltimore to Amsterdam
these things inside me, they repeat like broken records
spinning pretty somethings behind my eyes
and when I can't look at you
i can paint your picture perfectly in my mind
and when I get old
i'm gonna miss you all the time

that wind up in the trees
scattering bluebirds all over the place
shuffling children and piles of leaves
i wish I was the wind, I'd touch your face
this afternoon with you was something like a letter
the kind that someone writes but never sends
and when your good to me
it makes me blue because someday it's gonna end
and when we pass on
i bet you miss your friends
bet you miss your friends
i bet you miss your friends

sometimes I think I was born backwards.... ~ effy stonem

step out of your shadow.. remind me what you look like... CreepingElm

i breathe you... CreepingElm

louder whispers....CreepingElm

drenched love

walking between raindrops
every raindrop that touches your face is a kiss from me
let it pour if every drop is your kiss
you shall be drenched
kisses down your cheek
bathing yourself in my love
kisses running through your hair
dripping wet
washing yourself clean with my love
each drop echoing to my heart
drowning in emotion
showered in adoration
my kiss the rain, your beauty the sun, creating rainbows as we become one
drenched love...
~CreepingElm and anonymous