Izabella's Blue

bleeding crimson regret

I love this song

If Everyone Cared, Nickelback - Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?

Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?

I had a dream–a lovely dream,

Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,

The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;

And round her play’d a golden ray,

And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,

A garland red with roses bound it;

Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire

And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,

In everlasting radiance gleaming;

Co-equal with the seraphs bright,

Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,

Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,

And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,

Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me

That waking hour was doubly weary;

And yet I could not envy thee,

Although so blest, and I so dreary.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

This observance will be for you like a sign on your hand and a reminder on your forehead that the law of the Lord is to be on your lips.   ~Exodus 13:9

time passages~

Time passes through the endless mazes,

shapes of life, assorted phases.

Adding, subtracting. With countless

measures of love we welcome the newly born.

With endless accounts of sorrow

we bury death, and then we mourn.

We laugh, we weep, we sigh,

But still we don't understand what it is to die.

Time passages, tunneled deep within the womb.

Hallowed by the mere existance of natures tomb.

Beginning to end to begin again

Living to be loved and forgotten in the end.

Daneen Dustin

This weeks theme for "Artwords".....passage~

breath no more~

Dedicated to my friend Sean... you were the best dad.  On that fateful night, you did all you could do~ we will miss lil Sammy, his sweet innocent face will be etched in our hearts forever~  Taken to heaven 4 years old.

Sorry I didn't get to stay.
To laugh and run and play.
To be there by your side.
I'm sorry that I had to die.

God sent me down to be with you,
to make your loving heart anew.
To help you look up and see
Both God and little me.

Daddy, I wish I could stay.
Just like I heard you pray.
But, all the angels did cry
when they told little me goodbye.

God didn't take me cause He's mad.
He didn't send me to make you sad.
But to give us both a chance to be
a love so precious .. don't you see?

Up here no trouble do I see
and the pretty angels sing to me.
The streets of gold is where I play
you'll come here too, daddy, someday.

Until the day you join me here,
I'll love you daddy, dear.
Each breeze you feel and see,
brings love and a kiss from me. 

solitary confinement

He laughed at her weaknesses
- so she feared to show them.
He trampled on her dreams
- so she dreamt alone.
He was too busy to listen
- so she ceased speaking.
He handled her secrets indiscreetly
- so she ceased to share them.
He was insensitive to her needs
- so she hid them.
He never seemed to understand
- so she stopped trying to communicate.
He hurt her by his indifference
- so she bled inwardly.
He wouldn't let her near him
- so she kept her distance.
He cared for her physical needs
- so her soul became impoverished.
He drove her into herself
- so now she is imprisoned.

~author unknown

This poem doesn't represent me, I am as happy as can be!  xo ~Bella

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

Lord Byron

now sleeps the crimson petal~

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

silly girl~

There is a girl I used to know,

Who dwells within my heart and mind.

Yet bit by bit she slips away

Upon the fleeting wings of time.

A girl without a single care

Who viewed life with simplicity.

Full of giggles, smiles and laughter

Of all concerns she was free.

Her only cares – her family

And friends, how precious were those days!

But long ago this wonder passed –

The sweetness of that childhood phase.

Adulthood stretches out before me

The struggles in my life increase.

How I long for childhood pastimes

When in all was happy peace!

The memories dwell within my mind

And fill my very heart.

I long to travel back in time

And of those joys take part.

How precious were those childhood years

So free from care and woe!

I fondly look back, long to be –

The girl I used to know.

~Miriam Rainwater

Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.

I wrote your name in the sand,

the waves washed it away,

I wrote your name in the sky,

the winds blew it away,

So I wrote it upon my heart,

and that's where it shall stay.

Judy's dolls~ Izzy & Jojo

I wanted to share my friend Judys' dolls...I believe they are called super dollfie dolls...big people barbies :)

There is a whole world out there of doll collectors & websites which are filled with surreal scenes with these dolls, it's kind of funny at first, but others are really into setting up the dolls & photographing them~ some are very eloborate sets, fairy tales, gothic, and victorian, some of the photos are breathtaking~

Judy's dolls, are reenacting my good friend JoAnnA~ who is battling breast cancer, she is so weak & tired from chemo right now & needs tons of prayers for strength~

Izzy & Jojo...these are Judy's words below~

Izzy's best friend is very sick but she knows God is watching over her and she is doing her best to take care of and comfort her.

Izzy is taking care of her sick friend the best way she could.

Here are some links to other doll sites...

The Rough Dollhause   Chateau de Lune    Dolls Drug Kingdom