http://www.zorpia.com/jskylark64 Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:24 EST Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:24 EST Zorpia.com http://www.zorpia.com/jskylark64/journal/1884493 <a target="_blank" href="http://s291.photobucket.com/albums/ll284/jskylark64/?action=view&amp;current=bird-3.gif"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll284/jskylark64/bird-3.gif" /></a> ***FREEDOM TO FLY*** Birds of every description vivid colors and varying features yearning and longing to fan out their wings and fly to freedom from bars of bondage. People throng the caged birds, choosing this and choosing that but trapped in captivity will they ever fly free? A brief candle; both ends burning An endless mile; a bus wheel turning A friend to share the lonesome times A handshake and a sip of wine So say it loud and let it ring We are all a part of everything The future, present and the past Fly on proud bird You're free at last. Personal http://www.zorpia.com/jskylark64/journal/1884493 Sat, 28 Feb 2009 09:54 EST http://www.zorpia.com/jskylark64/journal/1821461 Just smile for me and let the day begin You are the sunshine that lights my heat within I'm sure that you're an angel in disguise Come take my hand and together we will rise On the wings of love Up and above the clouds The only way to fly Is on the wings of love On the wings of love Only the two of us Together flying high Flying high Upon the wings of love You look at me and I begin to melt Just like the snow when a ray of sun is felt I'm crazy bout ya baby can't you see I'd be delighted if you could come with me Yes you belong to me I'm yours exclusively Right now we live and breathe Each other Insepreble it seems, We're flowing like a stream Running free flowing On the wings of love On the wings of love Up and above the clouds The only way to fly Is on the wings of love On the wings of love Only the two of us Together flying high Together flying high <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEWZqx7eciQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed allowNetWorking="internal" AllowScriptAccess="sameDomain" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEWZqx7eciQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> On the wings of love Up and above the clouds The only way to fly Is on the wings of love On the wings of love Only the two of us Together flying high Flying high Upon the wings of love Music http://www.zorpia.com/jskylark64/journal/1821461 Sat, 19 Jul 2008 04:31 EST http://www.zorpia.com/jskylark64/journal/1817232 <p> The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds -- how many human aspirations are realised in their free, holiday-lives -- and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song! In almost everything that touches our everyday life on earth, God is pleased when we're pleased. He wills that we be as free as birds to soar and sing our maker's praise without anxiety. Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore; full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join. If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come. Father in Heaven! When the thought of thee wakes in our hearts let it not awaken like a frightened bird that flies about in dismay, but like a child waking from its sleep with a heavenly smile. There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.</p><p>&nbsp;</p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/jskylark64/journal/1817232 Tue, 01 Jul 2008 03:27 EST