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When all is said and all sins done
Each promise broken all vowed undone
When all I'm left with are sore regrets
Drifting and sleepless in empty beds.
And when that rock there becomes your throne
To cry upon and weep all alone
Now I'm a nomad condemned to walk alone
To face my wrong decisions that I never can disown.
Can't stay in no town as they're all named for you
Just walk to where the stone fell that I feebly threw
The world is now my home but here I cannot stay
And like the stars we once glanced at I slowly fade away.
Our fears and daemons in the shadows lurk and hide
To resize upon us in sleepless hours of the night
And they will remain feeding from the tears we shed
O despite how often we look underneath our bed.
Hell is indeed no place where we go
But something deep within us that dwells and viciously grows
You're shooting at me selfish bullets that you spew
But still I keep running keep on running towards you.
My eternal grief, anguish never-ending
He sat there, his golden eyes flickering like embers in the dimly lit room, the top button of his shirt undone, as if daring the night to unravel him further.
"You always stare like that when you're curious," he murmured, a slow, knowing smile playing at his lips.
But curiosity wasn’t the right word. It was something deeper, something dangerous. Because he wasn’t just any man—he was the kind of mystery you either solved or got lost in forever.
And then, just as he leaned in, gaze smoldering, voice dripping with untold secrets…
His stomach let out the loudest, most unholy growl known to mankind.
He froze. You froze. The tension shattered like glass.
"Okay, look," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was really going for a ‘brooding enigma’ vibe, but I haven’t eaten since noon, and I’m like two minutes away from eating my own shirt."
The Known :
His body knows
What quick deterioration means.
His vital knows
What sad depression means.
His mind knows
What wild frustration means.
His heart knows
What true destruction means.
And he himself knows
What death-invitation means.
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I was reading this post on Davinder Singh veerji's blog and realized how true it was to my nature. He says; " ... I came to the startling yet basic realization that when you’re doing paath you should have a dedicated time which should be alloted out of our busy schedules. Since Guru Sahib listens to paath it must be a calm atmosphere as well."
It's rare that I think nikat khaloeyra mera Saajnra. He is so important in my words and feelings, yet my actions don't portray that importance at all! And it's such a simple thing. I have the tendency to dig deep into thoughts and miss the basics.
The Undone:
kabeer man jaanai sabh baath jaanath hee aougan karai ||
kaahae kee kusalaath haathh dheep kooeae parai ||216||
Kabeer, the mortal knows everything, and knowing, he still makes mistakes.
What good is a lamp in one's hand, if he falls into the well? ||216||
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ps. I realized that a lot of people end up wasting their time visiting 'kaurflicks'. I don't want to be the reason you lot waste precious moments. So I felt I needed to post and share things your whiles worth. Not just my random mood-swings! (who cares?!) I'm hoping this keeps me on track as well. Thank you for continuing to visit and encourage. I really appreciate it.
UNDONE
Song: Easton feat. Madelin Zero - Undone (Easton in pesaro Mix)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mugKaZ_Do6c
Greetings: Ramsa Luv
Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I've been waiting for you
Signed, with a home tattoo
Happy birthday to you was created for you
(Can't ever keep from falling apart at the seams)
(Can not believe you've taken my heart to pieces)
Oh, it'll take a little time
Might take a little crime
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me into cry
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune, I swear I've heard before
Chills, is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers?
(Can not forgive from falling apart at the seams)
(Can not believe you're taking my heart to pieces)
Lost, in a snow filled sky
We'll make it alright
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me into cry
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
(Can not forgive from falling apart)
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
(Can not forgive from falling apart)
Who do you need, (Who do you love) who do you love?
(Can not forgive from falling apart)
(Who do you love) Who do you love
When you come undone?
(Can not forgive from falling apart)
~ Duran Duran
Song: Come Undone
From another room
many windows there
squared to the one
The unseen undone
Sat narayan wahe guru hari narayan satanaam
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWueq6LQAXU
Shiver cold I stand alone.
Feel the slow dissolve.
Black clouds rolling overhead.
Part of me is gone.
Like water now within my hands,
You're nothing I can hold.
As every second slips away,
I've nothing left to show.
I'm undone.
Without you now I'm in a million pieces.
Undone.
I'm not myself if you say I am not yours.
Porcelain white, the storm sets in.
Unraveling my life.
Cut my hands on broken glass.
Holding on too tight.
I'm barely held with tape and string.
Am I still alive.
This heavy heart is caving under this goodbye.
I'm undone.
Without you now I'm in a million pieces.
Undone.
I'm not myself if you say I am not yours.
Undone.
Without you now just echoes in the silence.
Undone.
I'm nowhere now if you say I'm not yours.
Why can't I just let go?
Won't you leave my head alone?
Please no more
I can't take anymore.
Going around around.
I'm going nowhere fast.
Here I am.
I'm undone.
Without you now I'm in a million pieces.
Undone.
I'm not myself if you say I am not yours.
Undone.
Without you now just echoes in the silence.
Undone.
I'm nowhere now if you say I'm not yours.
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Backdrop: Paparazzi - Creepy Courtyard
Alison Saar's sculpture "Undone" at the National Museum of Women In The Arts, Washington DC
From the label
"Cast fiberglass, polyester dress, cast aluminum branches, cotton rags, found chair, and bottles; On loan from Tia Collection, Santa Fe, New Mexico
From high above, this seated figure gazes outward and holds the edges of her long gown, which covers a root descending from her body. Glass bottles tied to the root signify ideas or dreams that the woman holds within. Saar reclaimed both the bottles and the figure’s wooden seat. She embraces the idea that recovered objects carry their own histories and memories, which are infused into the artwork she creates. The deep blue color of the woman’s body reflects Saar’s interest in indigo dye, a crop brought from Africa to the Americas in the eighteenth century. "
Macro Mondays: "Daily routine"~Undressing! At the end of the day, getting out of the days work to relax. HMM!
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Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan - Come Undone
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2F2oEpif-6k
Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan - You Won't Let Me Down Again
Undone / Erykah Tam / Lake Minnewanka, Banff National Park.
Creative shooting on the edge of evening this past week in beautiful Banff.
3 years ago, *today* ...
(damn, i didn't even realize that until this *moment*.
hold on, i need another moment ... )
wow. okay.
3 years ago today a new phase of my life started. i'm afraid i came undone.
you know that stats graph for your photos here on flickr? i picture my life these past
3 years - in general - as that dotted line at the end, of each day, abruptly
veering downward, going ... ? where exactly?
one of my favorite all-time quotes: "change comes very slowly, and very suddenly."
for 7 years it built up, to that day. and then everything seemed to suddenly
drop out from under.
in my mind - over and over - i've heard myself say: "i haven't been the same since."
at first it made sense that i would need time for those stages - how many? 7? the first - shock - lasted a long time. wait, who am i kidding? it's still in play. and actually i prefer
to call it stun: "to deprive of consciousness or strength".
yeah, that's it, especially the strength part. another way of putting it - i've heard myself say - "i just haven't have the heart for ... " almost anything it seems.
the heart - strength, courage, will, passion.
i withdrew, a lot. having been a performer and nightcrawler for many years,
it's been strange, disconcerting to not want to "go out"; not want
to see anyone, do anything.
i've felt like a bad friend, i've felt devoid of character.
in limbo for too long, knowing *something* had to change, i moved across country,
back to the company of some family left 23 years ago. for awhile, for now. "to see."
it's been strange, hard, and good.
but honestly? my only interests: photographing, watching movies at home,
2dimensional, flat, detached, vicarious.
although there also was a man, for a little more than a year, sort of. begun
as a distraction, i thought perhaps i could pull that off for just a little while,
to help "transition". but i'm too old for that now, and i fall, i fall, in love.
i always fall. i'm clumsy that way.
so i shifted into my proximate, ensuing modus operandi - delusion. he would love me. how could he not?! i am love-able, i am adore-able. certainly he would choose me!
and i would be validated, at last, chosen! one last shot! and he did not!
stunned, by stumbling down the same road, tripping into the same potholes
of the same old roads past traveled. clumsy. "fall down 7 times, get up 8".
when
is
this
going
to
end?
am i finished being "triggered" by the loss; of what i thought was to be?
sent reeling into grieving back, back, further, all the way, to that earliest formative experience of grief? that of being unwanted? by a mother of 17, by a father long gone?
of being tied to the bed and left immobilized, alone, in the cold, dark, for hours, and hours, and hours, a day, two?
i remember consciousness at that age of three - thinking "why are they doing this to me? why is this happening? am i being punished? for what? is god punishing me? i must have come into this life innately bad and deserving of punishment. or maybe this is just what life is, what existence is, at least mine: empty, void, dark, mean, hungry, cold, frozen, rigid, lone, endless ...... "
i'm afraid, of this frayed fringey life of mine having peaked out
like the stats on my photos. afraid of the end of the page there,
dropping off
into nothingness,
the unknowing ...
who is charting this graph?
i've heard there are 3 things people need in life, in order to thrive (my word):
1) someone to love
2) something to do
3) something to look forward to
this is a simple formula, but rendered incomprehensibly complex
by the enormous possible combinations of factors,
the who/what/where/why/how/whens.
i can't factor this all in! i can't figure this out!
i have always been mathphobic!
i must run from the room
to hide, outside!
or else here, i remain
undone.
loosely dropped to the floor,
but undone,
at least i remain.
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"hope dies last."
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No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
This place is so surreal now. I'm actually sat relatively high up, well higher that it looks. The bracken is now taller than me for the most part. It's like being in some weird, slightly less impressive, english rainforest. At least when it's stupidly hot it feels like that :p
I also had forgotten about the joy of bug bites. I look like someone gave a 3 year old a permanent marker to colour me in with. What sort of antisocial bugs bite you right along the forehead for goodness sake.
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The Bronze age world was collapsing. The complex network of empires and trade routes that have existed for over 1,000 years was undone between 1200 B.C. to 1150 B.C. One symptom that was long believed to be a cause of the collapse, the Sea Peoples, would contribute to it further by attacking and destroying various cities in the near east. The only empire to remain during this tumultuous time was the Egyptian Empire under Pharaoh Ramesses III. They heard these terrifying stories of these marauders that came from the sea. This was especially terrifying as the bronze age kingdoms of the near east did not known how to combat an invasion from the sea. The Egyptians however under Merenptah did defeat a coalition of sea peoples nearly 30 years before
Ramesses III was prepared for this second great attack. He had defeated them in the Levant and quickly moved to the Nile Delta where his defenses were constructed. The goal was to lure the sea people navy into the Nile delta where they would meet the Egyptian fleet and on land thousands of Egyptian archers and infantry would be waiting.
The coalition of sea people that were attacking Egypt this time were the Shardana, Shekelesh, Weshesh, Tjekker, Denyen, and the Pelest. The first two groups attacked Egypt before and likely came from Sardinia and Southern Italy respectively. The origins of the Weshesh are unknown but they likely came from Anatolia. Finally the latter 3 likely came from Greece which fell into total chaos. All of these groups of sea people brought their families with them in ox drawn carriages meaning thy were likely coming to Egypt to conquer and settle it.
On the day of the battle the Egyptians would be victorious. The sea people fleet was destroyed by the Egyptian navy and the remaining ones that went on land were cut down and captured. Some of them would be resettled in the Levant where they became the philistines that we know of from the bible, while some became personal body guards of the Pharaoh. Unfortunately for the Egyptian empire, it would later contract and collapse into smaller states. Ramesses III would be remembered for being the last great New Kingdom Era Pharaoh for his actions.