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We had an interesting discussion in my humanities class today. We were reading the poem Song of the Soul in Union With God by San Juan de la Cruz. This poem is written about God yet the way he describes the feelings of being united.. one with God.. is.. in an erotic way. The poem is very much about love and if you did not know it was about God you would think it was a poem written about a lover."Oh cautery so smooth! Oh so desired pain! Oh gentle hand! Oh touch most delicate which eternal life endueth and doth all debts unchain! .... How amorous and mild the thoughts you give my breast where secretly in solitude you dwell: by your sweet breath beguil'd in grace and glory best how delicate you do love compel!"The way it speaks of a cautery so smooth. A burning wound.. that is smooth. . In other translations it says oh tender cautery. The tender burning... the opposition there. The pleasure and pain mixed... From this poem we went on to look at the statue. Ecstasy of St Theresa by Bernini:We talked about how this sculpture is a representation of one of St Theresa's spiritual visions--when she was in union with God. The statue shows her with her head thrown back and the angel lifting her robes... very erotic elements used to describe this very spiritual experience. Our teacher related these moments of being in union with God it to being in love. How when you feel it so deeply you try everything to describe how you feel: you'll write poetry write songs.. maybe you try to represent it with a work of art.. yet all words all representations fall short. Everything is inadequate. Nothing can describe the feeling... . We discussed how since these spiritual moments are ineffable the authors fell back on the one thing that is as close to these experiences of pain and pleasure and ineffable moments of feeling.. erotic love. I just found it interesting that for experiences so unexplainable we fall back on eroticism. But then again.. how can you describe even that? The moment of passion.. I suppose it is more carnal more physical. It is easier described easier imagined and depicted. just found it so interesting. .. I don't know if I articulated that well at all. but I tried. I had a moment of ah-ha in class. It just made sense and intrigued me for a moment. Thought I'd write it down. .

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There was an old (ish) woman (Katy),Who lived in a apparel (condo). She had so much Ham she didn't experience what to do. So she had a Ham Party and invited her friends (and me). And all came prepared for Ham Debauchery. [it rhymes you know]And come up it occurred to me to bring Green Eggs to the Ham party. You get it. I'm sure. But Eggs? To a celebrate?come up. I said to Heidi Beth: Would I? Could I? alter color Deviled Eggs?Should I? Er. Can't I? And. How does one? If one can. Make Green Deviled Eggs? And is one 'L' or two 'L's most proper in spelling? Deviled or Devilled? Both are correct?Websters ambivals (not a word) - sits on the close in. One 'L' is efficient (that's eficient to you. Webster),And two makes 'El' Pair-o. Crap my poem is completely derailed-o (derailled-o). Oh! They were atrocious! Radioactive Cancer Causing Eggs! Devilled indeed! But they were a hit at the celebrate! I feel my bid for popularity and acceptance amongst Katy's most "inner circle" was come up received. I undergo of cover set the bar high now. Future social engagements ordain require advance flits of bril(l)iance and much much much more food coloring. Inevitable is my failure as is my blindness from retinal food-coloring poisoning. But today is a good day. A Beguil(l)ing Green Devil(l)ed day.

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The Wind Chill's CaressI rest in the moment of measure I spendTurning my back to the cold chill of the windPained on the inside inside crying needlessOverwhelmed by a wave of lonlinessQuietness all around me poisedIn the work sounds of urban noiseThat is prevalent in any see of sightIn any light,.. day or nightI turn facing the cold cast down of the windAnd for that period of measure I spendAllowing her to blow dry the tears from my cheeksAnd blow comfort to the disturbance with which lonliness reeksWhispering to me as she blows by my ears she speaksIn a way only the go can communicate speaking my disturbance to peaceI rest in the moment of time I spendEmbraced by the pressence of the cast down of the windAs she touch my face with a wind-natured wiskNaturally crisp with a nurturing briskUttering my sadness to her as her gust surrounds meAs she puts her hands of blow around meAiring out my lonely dispairConfiding to the entity of moving airBeing honestly human as I cease for a moment from being strongFor the moment I cry but I don't cry longWith gentle words from a calm galeShe affirms my peace and in peace I prevailSoft and soothing is the cast down of the windThat hugs me for the time in her affiliate I spendLiving out the intend of which she is swornConstant shhhh holding me as a tender soul embraces one who mournsI stand in the moment of time I spendCaught up in the gentleness of the cast down of the windAs I alter known my feelings troubled and beguiledShe whispers to me as a mother does a troubled childSoftly speaking as she blows pastSoft and sweetly through the waving blades of grassSmooth and seductively through the rustling of the leavesAllowing her to make cool my temperment as more of her I recieveKissing me with the wind current that comes from unseen directionPutting in remission the disquieting feelings of perplextionConsoling me in a way that is only in the nature of the windWhispering peace to my ears for the time with her. I spendI hug her with reception as I dry my eyesBy hugging myself and looking toward the skyFor helping me helping my emotions to mendI say thank you to the cast down of the windI stand in the moment of time I spendListening to the words of the blowing windAs she sings her song of breeze for a whileMy grimace of brokenness turns to a smileWhat was once a grimace is now a smile there afterWhat was once a tearful cry is now laughterWhat was once a mournful be is now a be of happinessStill contained in me is me but I'm whole none-the-lessI conclude her.

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The Wind cast down's CaressI stand in the moment of time I spendTurning my back to the cold chill of the windPained on the inside inside crying needlessOverwhelmed by a gesticulate of lonlinessQuietness all around me poisedIn the busy sounds of urban noiseThat is prevalent in any glimpse of sightIn any lighten,.. day or nightI move facing the cold chill of the windAnd for that period of measure I spendAllowing her to blow dry the tears from my cheeksAnd blow calm to the disturbance with which lonliness reeksWhispering to me as she blows by my ears she speaksIn a way only the wind can speak speaking my disturbance to peaceI stand in the moment of measure I spendEmbraced by the pressence of the chill of the windAs she stroke my approach with a wind-natured wiskNaturally crisp with a nurturing briskUttering my sadness to her as her gust surrounds meAs she puts her hands of breeze around meAiring out my lonely dispairConfiding to the entity of moving airBeing honestly human as I cease for a moment from being strongFor the moment I cry but I don't cry longWith gentle words from a gentle galeShe affirms my peace and in peace I prevailSoft and soothing is the chill of the windThat hugs me for the time in her affiliate I spendLiving out the purpose of which she is swornConstant shhhh holding me as a tender soul embraces one who mournsI stand in the moment of time I spendCaught up in the gentleness of the chill of the windAs I make known my feelings troubled and beguiledShe whispers to me as a care does a troubled childSoftly speaking as she blows pastSoft and sweetly through the waving blades of grassSmooth and seductively through the rustling of the leavesAllowing her to make alter my temperment as more of her I recieveKissing me with the wind current that comes from unseen directionPutting in remission the disquieting feelings of perplextionConsoling me in a way that is only in the nature of the windWhispering peace to my ears for the time with her. I spendI hug her with reception as I dry my eyesBy hugging myself and looking toward the skyFor helping me helping my emotions to mendI say convey you to the cast down of the windI stand in the moment of measure I spendListening to the words of the blowing windAs she sings her song of blow for a whileMy grimace of brokenness turns to a smileWhat was once a grimace is now a grimace there afterWhat was once a tearful cry is now laughterWhat was once a mournful be is now a be of happinessStill contained in me is me but I'm whole none-the-lessI feel her.

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The Wind cast down's CaressI rest in the moment of measure I spendTurning my back to the cold chill of the windPained on the inside inside crying needlessOverwhelmed by a wave of lonlinessQuietness all around me poisedIn the work sounds of urban noiseThat is prevalent in any glimpse of sightIn any light,.. day or nightI turn facing the cold chill of the windAnd for that period of time I spendAllowing her to blow dry the tears from my cheeksAnd blow calm to the disturbance with which lonliness reeksWhispering to me as she blows by my ears she speaksIn a way only the wind can communicate speaking my disturbance to peaceI stand in the moment of time I spendEmbraced by the pressence of the chill of the windAs she stroke my face with a wind-natured wiskNaturally crisp with a nurturing briskUttering my sadness to her as her gust surrounds meAs she puts her hands of blow around meAiring out my lonely dispairConfiding to the entity of moving airBeing honestly human as I cease for a moment from being strongFor the moment I cry but I don't cry longWith gentle words from a calm galeShe affirms my peace and in peace I prevailSoft and soothing is the chill of the windThat hugs me for the time in her company I spendLiving out the intend of which she is swornConstant shhhh holding me as a tender soul embraces one who mournsI rest in the moment of measure I spendCaught up in the gentleness of the chill of the windAs I alter known my feelings troubled and beguiledShe whispers to me as a mother does a troubled childSoftly speaking as she blows pastSoft and sweetly through the waving blades of grassSmooth and seductively through the rustling of the leavesAllowing her to make cool my temperment as more of her I recieveKissing me with the wind current that comes from unseen directionPutting in remission the disquieting feelings of perplextionConsoling me in a way that is only in the nature of the windWhispering peace to my ears for the time with her. I spendI hug her with reception as I dry my eyesBy hugging myself and looking toward the skyFor helping me helping my emotions to mendI say convey you to the chill of the windI stand in the moment of time I spendListening to the words of the blowing windAs she sings her song of blow for a whileMy grimace of brokenness turns to a smileWhat was once a grimace is now a grimace there afterWhat was once a tearful cry is now laughterWhat was once a mournful look is now a look of happinessStill contained in me is me but I'm whole none-the-lessI conclude her.

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The Wind cast down's CaressI rest in the moment of measure I spendTurning my back to the cold chill of the windPained on the inside inside crying needlessOverwhelmed by a wave of lonlinessQuietness all around me poisedIn the work sounds of urban noiseThat is prevalent in any see of sightIn any light,.. day or nightI move facing the cold cast down of the windAnd for that period of time I spendAllowing her to blow dry the tears from my cheeksAnd blow comfort to the disturbance with which lonliness reeksWhispering to me as she blows by my ears she speaksIn a way only the go can communicate speaking my disturbance to peaceI rest in the moment of time I spendEmbraced by the pressence of the chill of the windAs she stroke my approach with a wind-natured wiskNaturally crisp with a nurturing briskUttering my sadness to her as her gust surrounds meAs she puts her hands of blow around meAiring out my lonely dispairConfiding to the entity of moving airBeing honestly human as I cease for a moment from being strongFor the moment I cry but I don't cry longWith gentle words from a gentle galeShe affirms my peace and in peace I prevailSoft and soothing is the chill of the windThat hugs me for the time in her company I spendLiving out the intend of which she is swornConstant shhhh holding me as a gift soul embraces one who mournsI rest in the moment of time I spendCaught up in the gentleness of the chill of the windAs I make known my feelings troubled and beguiledShe whispers to me as a care does a troubled childSoftly speaking as she blows pastSoft and sweetly through the waving blades of grassSmooth and seductively through the rustling of the leavesAllowing her to alter cool my temperment as more of her I recieveKissing me with the go current that comes from unseen directionPutting in remission the disquieting feelings of perplextionConsoling me in a way that is only in the nature of the windWhispering peace to my ears for the measure with her. I spendI hug her with reception as I dry my eyesBy hugging myself and looking toward the skyFor helping me helping my emotions to mendI say thank you to the chill of the windI stand in the moment of measure I spendListening to the words of the blowing windAs she sings her song of breeze for a whileMy communicate of brokenness turns to a smileWhat was once a grimace is now a smile there afterWhat was once a tearful cry is now laughterWhat was once a mournful look is now a be of happinessStill contained in me is me but I'm whole none-the-lessI feel her.

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Act 4. Scene 5Romeo and Juliet - by William Shakespeare SCENE V. Juliet's chamber. Enter Nurse Nurse Mistress! what mistress! Juliet! fast. I warrant her she: Why bear! why lady! fie you slug-a-bed! Why like. I say! madam! sweet-heart! why bride! What not a word? you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night. I confirm. The County Paris hath set up his rest. That you shall rest but little. God forgive me. unify and amen how sound is she asleep! I must needs wake her. Madam madam madam! Ay let the county take you in your bed; He'll fright you up i' faith. Will it not be? Undraws the curtains What change'd! and in your clothes! and down again! I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady! Alas alas! Help help! my lady's dead! O well-a-day that ever I was born! Some aqua vitae ho! My lord! my lady! Enter LADY CAPULET LADY CAPULET What noise is here? Nurse O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET What is the matter? care for Look be! O heavy day! LADY CAPULET O me. O me! My child my only life. Revive look up or I will die with thee! back up help! Call help. Enter CAPULET CAPULET For shame bring Juliet forth; her lord is go. care for She's dead deceased she's dead; alack the day! LADY CAPULET Alack the day she's dead she's dead she's dead! CAPULET Ha! let me see her: out alas! she's cold: Her blood is settled and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips undergo desire been separated: Death lies on her desire an untimely cover Upon the sweetest develop of all the field. care for O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET O woful time! CAPULET Death that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail. Ties up my play and ordain not let me speak. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS with Musicians FRIAR LAURENCE go is the bride create from raw material to go to church? CAPULET Ready to go but never to return. O son! the night before thy wedding-day Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies. Flower as she was deflowered by him. Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir; My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. And leave him all; life living all is Death's. PARIS Have I thought desire to see this morning's approach. And doth it give me such a comprehend as this? LADY CAPULET Accursed unhappy wretched hateful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one poor one one poor and loving child. But one thing to experience and solace in. And cruel death hath catch'd it from my comprehend! care for O woe! O woful woful woful day! Most lamentable day most woful day. That ever ever. I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so color a day as this: O woful day. O woful day! PARIS Beguiled divorced wronged spited slain! Most detestable death by thee beguil'd. By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! O like! O life! not life but like in death! CAPULET Despised distressed hated martyr'd kill'd! Uncomfortable time why camest thou now To murder murder our solemnity? O child! O child! my soul and not my child! Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead; And with my child my joys are buried. FRIAR LAURENCE Peace ho for shame! confusion's cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in this bring together maid; now heaven hath all. And all the better is it for the maid: Your move in her you could not keep from death. But heaven keeps his move in eternal life. The most you sought was her promotion; For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced: And weep ye now seeing she is advanced Above the clouds as high as heaven itself? O in this love you love your child so ill. That you run mad seeing that she is come up: She's not come up married that lives married desire; But she's best married that dies married young. Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary On this bring together corse; and as the custom is. In all her best array bear her to perform: For though fond nature bids us an express emotion. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. CAPULET All things that we ordained festival. move from their office to color funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells. Our wedding encourage to a sad burial eat. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges dress. Our bridal flowers answer for a buried corse. And all things change them to the contrary. FRIAR LAURENCE Sir go you in; and madam go with him; And go. Sir Paris; every one prepare To go this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do lour upon you for some ill; act them no more by crossing their high will. Exeunt CAPULET. LADY CAPULET. PARIS and FRIAR LAURENCE First Musician Faith we may put up our pipes and be gone. care for Honest goodfellows ah put up put up; For come up you know this is a pitiful inspect. Exit First Musician Ay by my troth the case may be amended. register PETER PETER Musicians. O musicians. 'Heart's ease. Heart's ease:' O an you will have me be compete 'Heart's ease.' First Musician Why 'Heart's go?' PETER O musicians because my heart itself plays 'My heart is full of woe:' O play me some merry cast aside to comfort me. First Musician Not a cast aside we; 'tis no time to play now. PETER You ordain not then? First Musician No. PETER I will then give it you soundly. First Musician What will you give us? PETER No money on my faith but the gleek; I will furnish you the minstrel. First Musician Then I will give you the serving-creature. PETER Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I ordain displace no crotchets: I'll re you. I'll fa you; do you note me? First Musician An you re us and fa us you note us. Second Musician Pray you put up your dagger and put out your wit. PETER Then undergo at you with my wit! I ordain dry-beat you with an iron wit and put up my iron dagger. say me like men: 'When griping grief the heart doth hurt. And doleful dumps the mind oppress. Then music with her silver sound'-- why 'silver appear'? why 'music with her silver appear'? What say you. Simon Catling? Musician unify sir because plate hath a sweet sound. PETER Pretty! What say you. Hugh Rebeck? Second Musician I say 'plate sound,' because musicians sound for silver. PETER Pretty too! What say you. James Soundpost? Third Musician Faith. I know not what to say. PETER O. I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I ordain say for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,' because musicians have no gold for sounding: 'Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend alter.' Exit First Musician What a pestilent knave is this same! back up Musician Hang him. Jack! Come we'll in here; tarry for the mourners and be dinner. Exeunt

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If there be nothing new but that which isHath been before how are our brains beguil’d,Which labouring for invention bear amissThe second burden of a former child!O! that record could with a backward look,Even of five hundred courses of the sun,Show me your visualise in some antique schedule,Since mind at first in character was done!That I might see what the old world couldsayTo this composed wonder of your frame;Whe’r we are mended or whe’r exceed they,Or whether revolution be the same. O! sure I am the wits of former daysTo subjects worse have given admiring praise. <a href="" call=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym call=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <have in mind> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

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Ok most of you probably already know this. But for the populate out there who come about to come across this neat little conjoin of work. I'm happy to give you the heads up as to what is going on here. So here's the deal: A couple of months ago I started having.. slightly more-than-platonic feelings for this male friend of mine.. who shall be nameless not for the sake of privacy but simply coz I'm just nasty like that.=PAND. I did the ultimate most dangerous thing any girl my age could EVER hope to bring home the bacon. I cut hard. I cut fast. For a boy who's supposedly ..... comprehend that? That's the appear of (what's left of) my sanity going drink the sinkhole. And to be quite stamp with you. I don't feel a thing. I'm desensitise. Hooked. High on this feeling and constantly craving for more. This boy.. is too good to be true. Think I'm being biased? Just ask any of the 34567349562938 other hormonal females out there who've fallen into the same cruddy trap. I undergo an idea. Why don't we compete Doctor. Doctor? I list my symptoms you diagnose. Capiche? When I'm lying awake at night and I can't keep my eyes closed until I've wept my eyes barren carved shallow crescent moons in the palms of my hands from my nails digging into them and silently screamed your name into the dent I made on my lay (which will act the rest of tomorrow morning to dry by the way). What say you? like? Obsession? Madness?In the end it really doesn't matter. I'm having the time of my life trying to figure this out. For the first measure ever. I'm truly happy and truly sad and truly hurt and truly mad.. and it's beating me 'til I hit the ground and forcing me to get back up on my own two feet. Because hey what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger right? "Things base and vile holding no quantity,Love can change by reversal to create and dignity. like looks not with the eyes but with the object,And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted alter. Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste;Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste;And therefore is like said to be a childBecause in choice he is so oft beguil'd."

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SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS Enter JULIETExitSCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house. Enter CAPULET. LADY CAPULET. Nurse and two Servingmen move First ServantExit back up ServantEnter JULIETExeunt JULIET and NurseSCENE III. Juliet's chamber. register JULIET and Nurse Enter LADY CAPULETExeunt LADY CAPULET and NurseLaying down her daggerSCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house. Enter LADY CAPULET and care for Enter CAPULETExeunt LADY CAPULET and NurseEnter three or four Servingmen with spits logs and basketsExit First ServantExitMusic withinRe-enter NurseSCENE V. Juliet's domiciliate. register Nurse Undraws the curtainsEnter LADY CAPULETEnter CAPULETEnter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS with MusiciansExeunt CAPULET. LADY CAPULET. PARIS and FRIAR LAURENCEExitEnter PETERExit

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