Where Quiet Sits and Dreams

I’ll be your slow clock when you’re running out of time

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Published by Grace DeWitt under on Friday, November 13, 2009
Free Me

Untie my wrists
Oh could you please.

Let down my hair
Just let me loose.

Uncover my eyes
I miss the world.

Break the strings
I just want to fall.

Look behind these walls
Between the lines.

Unlock the gate
I’ll give you the key.

Jaywalk with me
My dream needs to be set free.

I'm saving this for posterity

Published by Grace DeWitt under on Saturday, October 03, 2009
WARNING: This video discusses my booty and is meant to be taken lightly...




http://bananatoy.xanga.com/videos/5933d467556/

I made the above video sometime after Devin and I had gotten back from our Honeymoon.

For My Husband

Published by Grace DeWitt under , on Friday, September 25, 2009

It’s a white hum that burns and beats beneath my breast.
Your love.
It’s the stretching reaching blazing fire that takes my breath.
Your kiss.
It’s slow and rhythmic; warm and comforting.
Your heart.
It’s my all encompassing safe harbor.
Your arms.
He is passion and patience.
My best friend.

A Thought and a Dream

Published by Grace DeWitt under on Sunday, May 10, 2009
A Thought and a Dream

You’re a thought and I’m a dream.
Sometimes we meet in the middle.
You have a dream and a light bulb goes off in my head.
I start planning and you close your eyes.

You’re a thought and I’m dream.
Sometimes you can’t find my head through the clouds,
Because you get lost in the mist.

You’re a thought and I’m a dream.
You make plans and I make stories.
You’ve got expectations and goals
Whereas I’m full of hopes and wishes.

You’re a thought and I’m a dream.
Sometimes I get overwhelmed with your plans,
Because I get lost in the words.

You’re a thought and I’m a dream.
Together we can make wishes into goals.
If we hold strong we can keep our hopes
And understand each other’s expectations.

You’re a thought and I’m a dream.
I’ll try to keep my eyes open while I’m planning
If you’ll promise not to forget that every goal started out as a dream.

Gambit and Rogue...What The HECK happened???

Published by Grace DeWitt under on Saturday, May 02, 2009
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Is there anyone else out there that feels totally gypped that the X-men movies messed with the original X-men timeline and took out the Gambit and Rogue relationship?

#1: Rogue joined the X-men after she had been working with Mystique and the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants and absorbed Ms. Marvel’s powers and memories.

#2: Gambit is NOT more than twice Rogue’s age as must be assumed if you follow what happens in X-men Origins: Wolverine. Because in that movie it shows that Cyclopes is still in high school when Gambit is in his early 20’s (maybe 19).

I didn’t mind so much in the first three movies, because Gambit wasn’t in there, so I kinda hoped that they would have her meet him a little later. BUT now that they’ve added Gambit into Wolverines FAKE past I can’t even imagine that. So BLAH!

Besides the BLATENT inconsistencies with the original X-men storyline, I still enjoyed the movie. Gambit was sexy. Wolverine was too. I especially liked when Wolverine and Sabertooth battled back to back, although the whole them being brother’s thing was confusing. And WHY did they kill Deadpool????

I Carry Your Heart With Me by E.E. Cummings

Published by Grace DeWitt under , on Thursday, April 30, 2009

This poem was read at the funeral of my husband's friend this week and I was reminded of just how beautiful and touching it is. So, I wanted to share it with you all.










I Carry Your Heart With Me by E.E. Cummings




I carry your heart with me
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it

(anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)


I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)

I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you


here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
I put a pizza heart because it makes me think of my Honeymoon when my husband and I ate pizza practically every day :).

The God of This City

Published by Grace DeWitt under , on Saturday, April 25, 2009

The band Bluetree, from Belfast Ireland was in Thailand (sex capital of the world) on a mission trip or something and they were able to play in the bar of brothel and sing their songs if they brought a bunch of their Christian friends who would buy a lot of coca cola from the bar. While the lead singer was singing to the crowd he became inspired, and the lyrics for the song came to him.
After hearing this song I've been thinking more seriously about how as a Christian I have a responsibility to show people through my actions that there is really no one and no other "god" like our God. He is charge of everything, and I need to let him lead my life. I realize that I've been having trouble all my life handing over the reins to him, because I'm afraid he'll tell me not to do, say, or watch things we both know I shouldn't. So, I'm going to try to let him lead for a change.


***Thanks Jess for your blog, it helped to know that someone else was in the same boat***

BLUE TREE - GOD OF THIS CITY LYRICS:

You're the God of this city,
You're the King of these people,
You're the Lord of this nation,
You Are.


You're the Light of this darkness,
You're the Hope to the hopeless,
You're the Peace to the restless,
You Are.


For there is no one like our God.
There is no one like you, God.
Greater things have yet to come,
And greater things are still to be done, in this city.
Greater things are yet to come,
And greater things are still to be done here.

You're the Lord of Creation,
The Creator of all things,
You're the King above all Kings,
You Are.

You're the Strength in our weakness,
You're the Love to the broken,
You're the Joy in the sadness
You Are.

For there is no one like our God.
There is no one like you, God.
Greater things have yet to come,
And greater things are still to be done, in this city.
Where glory shines from hearts alive,
With praise for you and love for you, in this city.

Greater things have yet to come,
Greater things are still to be done, in this city.
Greater things have yet to come,
And greater things are still to be done here.


There is no one like our God.
There is no one like our God.
Yes, there is no one like you, God.
There is no one like you, God.


Greater things have yet to come,
And greater things are still to be done, in this city.
Where glory shines from hearts alive,
With praise for you and love for you, in this city.

Greater things have yet to come,
And greater things are still to be done, in this city.
Greater things are yet to come,
And greater things are still to be done here.

Still to be done here.
Still to be done here.
Still to be done here.

 

A Fantasy

By, Sara Teasdale


Her voice is like clear water
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.


Her thoughts are like the lotus
Abloom by sacred streams
Beneath the temple arches
Where Quiet sits and dreams.


Her kisses are the roses
That glow while dusk is deep
In Persian garden closes
Where Quiet falls asleep.


Slow Clock

By, Grace DeWitt


I’ll be your voodoo doll
You can poke me anytime you need to watch me die.


I’ll be your endless dream
You can dream of me
When things become harder than they seem.


I’ll be your best friend, and your sunrise
I’ll be your shout to wash the dark stains out.


I’ll be your notebook; you can write your secrets in me.
I’ll help you hug your knees to your chest
When you're collapsing
When the tears sting your breast.


I’ll be your mystery
When you’ve got nothing interesting to find. I’ll be your slow clock
When you’re running out of time.

My Playlist (I listen to these songs while I write)




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