Tolkien

I don't know what half the words mean... but it's pretty. And haunting.

"Why the Man in the Moon came down too soon"

The Man in the Moon had silver shoon
And his beard was of silver thread;
He was girt with pale gold and inaureoled
With gold about his head.
Clad in silken robe in his great white globe
He opened an ivory door
With a crystal key, and in secrecy
He stole o'er a shadowy floor;
Down a filigree stair of spidery hair
He slipped in gleaming haste,
And laughing with glee to be merry and free
He swiftly earthward raced
He was tired of his pearls and diamond twirls;
Of his pallid minaret
Dizzy and white at its lunar height
In a world of silver set;
And adventured this peril for ruby and beryl
And emerald and sapphire
And all lustrous gems for new diadems,
Or to blazon his ale attire.
He was lonely too with nothing to do
But to stare at the golden world,
Or strain for the hum that would distantly come
As it gaily past him whirled;
And at plenilune in his argent moon
He had wearily longed a fire-
Not the limpid lights of wan selenites,
But a red terrestrial pyre
With impurpurate glows of crimson and rose
And leaping orange tongue
For great seas of blues and the passionate hues
When a dancing dawn is young;
For the meadowy ways like chrysoprase
By winding Yare and Nen.
How he longed for the mirth of populous Earth
And the sanguine blood of men
And coveted song and laughter long
And viands hot and wine,
Eating pearly cakes of light snowflakes
And drinking thin moonshine
He twinkled his feet as the thought of the meat,
Of the punch and the peppery brew
Till the tripped unaware on his slanting stair
And fell like meteors do;
As the wickering sparks in splashing arcs
Of stars blown down like rain
From his laddery path took a foaming bath
In the Ocean of Almain
And began to think, lest he melt and stink,
What in the moon to do,
When a Yarmouthboat found him far afloat
To the mazement of the crew
Caught in their net all shimmering wet
In a phosphorescent sheen
Of bluey whites and opal lights
And delicate liquid green
With the morning fish - it was his regal wish –
They packed him to Norwish town
To get warm on gin in a Norfolk inn
And dry his watery gown.
Though Saint Peter´s knell waked many a bell
In the city´s ringing towers
To shout the news of his lunatic cruise
In the early morning hours,
No hearths were laid, not a breakfast made,
And no one would sell him gems;
He found ashes for fire, and his gay desire
For chorus and brave anthems
Met snores instead with all Norfolk abed,
And his round heart nearly broke,
More empty and cold then above of old,
Till he bartered his fairy cloak
With a half-waked cook for a kitchen nook,
And his belt of cold for a smile,
And a priceless jewel for a bowl of gruel
A sample cold and vile
Of the proud plum-porridge of Anglian-Norwich–
He arrived so much too soon
For unusual guests on adventurous quests
From the Mountains of the Moon.

Nicole

01. Comment with your name, and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie reminds me of you.
03. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
04. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
05. Then I'll tell you my silliest memory of you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
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1. Nicole is... one of my intriguing people. Thats a good thing to be. Shes funny and serious and good at basketball, which means she should play next year. hint hint.
2. movie- Moulin Rouge. because you remind me of Nicole Kidman. Except you are not a prostitute. So I guess youre not really that much like her. There isnt really a song that reminds me of you.
3. flighty, but not entirely. I dont think there is a word for that though.
4. The sleepover you, me and Kerri had in my basement where we planned out our whole island thing with our weddings and everything.
5. The time in grade 8 coming home from basketball in Ashleys van where you wouldnt let anyone else speak for the whole minute because it would never happen again. 5:10
6. a cat
7. I have always wondered why sometimes you like boys and are good friends with them and some days you are like "I hate boys, theyre all stupid".

Steph

01. Comment with your name, and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie reminds me of you.
03. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
04. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
05. Then I'll tell you my silliest memory of you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
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1. Steph is short and cool and crazy. She's a lot of fun to hang out with.
2. The Jacket, and Stairway to Heaven
3. crazy
4. i don't know... Can I come back another day to this one?
5. Vanessa... you're good at morshing! and other such quotes.
6. a puppy
7. do you have ADD? and why don't we hang out more often?

Faith Enough

The ice is thin enough for walking
The rope is worn enough to climb
My throat is dry enough for talking
The world is crumbling but I know why
The world is crumbling but I know why
The storm is wild enough for sailing
The bridge is weak enough to cross
This body frail enough for fighting
I’m home enough to know I’m lost
Home enough to know I’m lost
It’s just enough to be strong
In the broken places, in the broken places
It’s just enough to be strong
Should the world rely on faith tonight
The land unfit enough for planting
Barren enough to conceive
Poor enough to gain the treasure
Enough a cynic to believe
Confused enough to know direction
The sun eclipsed enough to shine
Be still enough to finally tremble
And see enough to know I’m blind
And see enough to know I’m blind
It’s just enough to be strong
In the broken places, in the broken places
It’s just enough to be strong
Should the world rely on faith tonight
Should the world rely on faith tonight

-Jars of Clay

Jess

01. Comment with your name, and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie reminds me of you.
03. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
04. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
05. Then I'll tell you my silliest memory of you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your blog.
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1. Jess is a short girl who hates basketball but is actually quite good at it.
2. The Jacket cause we watched that together and I can't think of a song right now.
3. animated
4. Probably the same- going in the bushes on the way to Heritage.
5. "I thought that car ran on diesel"
6. A cat, because you love cats and your cat can turn on the bathroom light. You're talented just like your cat. With different talents.
7. I've always wondered why you are friends with me.

I caught it! Jess I caught the baton!

For Jess:

last CD bought: umm, Kutless- Sea of Faces and United- the blue one

song playing right now: Like Coming Home by Lonestar. I'm listening to Hot 93

5 songs that mean a lot to me:
Something to be Proud of- Montgomery Gentry
On Fire- Switchfoot
There is Nothing Like- Hillsong United
In the End- Linkin Park
Fool's Overture- Supertramp



I'm packing for camp right now. Waiting for my clothes in the dryer to dry. Off to work at camp tomorrow! I'm excited, and so I'll see you all in a week.