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Evelines Thoughts

Start by doing what is necessary,

then do what is possible,

and suddenly you are doing

the impossible.

Winter


My home country:

Castle Neuschwanstein

King Ludwig the second


Harmony
is pure love,
for love
is complete agreement.
_Lope de Vega


Castle Hohenschwangau
in my Hometown


Exitement(Devil''s Postpile)

Be not hurried away by exitment, but say, "Semblance, wait for me a little. Let me see what you are and represent...."



If Love would rule the world we would not need any law''s.



If you have never loved .You have never lived. If you have stoped learning. You have died.
January 16th 2003

(c)Fredrick Leighton
Love makes everything possible and the impossible possible.
(written in my mothers handbook)



The supreme happiness
of life
is the conviction
that we are loved.
-
Victor Hugo

Widow Kiss

Love is an irresistible desire
to be irresistibbly desired.
by Robert Frost

TIME IS
Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice.
But for those who love,
TIME IS ETERNITY.
Hours fly, flowers die, new days,
new ways pass by.
LOVE STAYS.
Sundial Inscription

 

 WHAT A HEAVENLY MORNING!
All bells are ringing;
The sky is so golden
and blue and clear-
and before me lies your letter.
I send you my first kiss, beloved.
Robert Schuhman (1810-1856)
( c) by Waterhouse

 

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Thema: Thoughts of life

THE MIRROR!

The image of a face reflects,
Beauty grace and style.
Thought years have passed,
She still delights in seeing
The magic she weaves in the mirror's sight.
Her skin, still pedal soft,
Is adorable in the mirrors reflection.
Time has left behind tiny creases.
And silver strands are woven 
In her dark brown hair.
Her majestic blue eyes, once deep as the sea.
Are calm and quite; there is no rush to see.
Her searching eyes, look at the mirrors reflection.
To find the truth. With a smile she turns away.
Time has not changed her kindness and grace.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
09-14-2004
(c)J.Waterhouse -Marina_in_the South

Eveline 20.09.2004, 12.33 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

ALONE!

With open eyes staring into the darkness,
Lifelessly, constant yearning for you, fills my soul.
My heart feels near suffocation,
Continuosluy thinking of you.
Consumed by rapid thoughts,
With the image of you.
My misery is thickly coated with darkened sorrow.
Hopelessness,  I wait for tears to fill my eyes,
To take away the dryness.
And release the pain of my half-empty soul.
Unconsciously, I close my eyes, and bathe my self
In the serenty of just being.
I can feel your presents, your eyes
Gazing ethereally at the nakedness of my soul.
I hear your passionate whisper.
Lips meet, inseparably, swept away by desire.
Seperated only by a thin layer of restrained moral veil.
My thoughts are interwoven sinuously,
Wearied only with concern of your departer.
As the time came, for you to leave, you are born.
Merged eternally with my flaming thoughts.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
08-31-2004
(c) J.Waterhouse_charmer

Eveline 01.09.2004, 03.10 | (1/0) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL

THE FORBIDDEN GARDEN!

Wondering eyes to catch a glimpse
At the garden what lays next door.
The grass so green, lushes and thick
Inviting to walk, like a carpet so soft.
Floral of beauty, and boundless colors
Interwine with each other in harmony.
My eyes would soak up this beauty.
I wanted to make this garden my own.
Bravely, I climb the fence to peek.
And reached for the flower of beauty.
I suddenly stopped in the myth of it all.
My eyes have decieved me!
I have a garden of my own, so much more to see.
I turned around, shameful I thought,
I have labored, and sweat,
In the garden what is my own.
Blinded, why could I not see the beauty before?
The garden I have grown.
Teary eyed I gentely touched, every flower and bush.
No envy thoughts crossed my mind.
I finally saw the beauty in it all.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

 (C)J. Waterhouse

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THE WOUNDED HEART!

Cold steel penetrates the flesh.
The wound my throb,  but it will heal.
Far more painful is the wound
Inflicted upon the heart.
The soothing balm will ease the pain,
And slowly chase it away.
But, what can heal a broken heart?
The inflicted wound, to my dear heart?
The mark upon the flesh will fade,
Soon forgotten is the pain.
When will the wounded heart fianlly heal?
No doubt the scar will long remain.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
08-16-2004

 

Eveline 18.08.2004, 13.19 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

THE HAND OF TIME!

The hand of time left behind the legend, an everlasting impression of beauty and scars.
When we are young, we messure no time or actions; rushed by events.
Time has no  limits, no worries it all.
Timeless, with no affect to us, we live this life of contrast and instances.
We gather and rake what we possible can. Our existance of time has no limits it all.
Infinity seems to fit our mind and only the present time.
And suddenly, the day has come. We realize The Hand of Time is no Illusion.
Awearness has struck, we discovered, relentlessy  the clock is running.
No,  holding on will stop the time.
No speeding up will recapture the moments. What we have playfully lost in time.
Selectively, we begin to collect. Precious moments of sharing loving and living.
No wasteful moments can we afford.While the Time of Hand  is running.
Uncontrollable we keep on moving, until our duration has come.
Thoughts of wisely spent time, will stay with us to the end.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
07-18-2004

 

Eveline 18.07.2004, 18.14 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

REJECTION!

In early life refused unexepted,
My hurt and pain going unnoticed.
I stumbled and fell, then found a path.
And steadily came back on my feet.
As years went by, I bravley smiled,
Not hint of pain upon my face,

With a fearless face, when rejection came my way.
Some love,  I thought, how blind can he be?
Inside my heart I was weary and weak.
Shrouded in the mists of fear.
Rejection, defeat, once again.
I felt shackled and torn with chains of doubts.
I crushed my pride with tears in my eyes.
Rejection, I will not give you the Best of me.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
06-30-2004



Eveline 30.06.2004, 13.26 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

THE HUNGRY HEART!

Lips with pride scorn or curled
To hide the pain inside.
No sound escapes to speak
Of the hungery heart beneath.
The eyes my flash, the mouth may smile,
Yet beneath of all is the torn heart.

Once felt the sunlight clear
The love of  unclouded glare
The path was smooth and fair.
The love unfolded, lushes flowers
Fully bloomed in the twilight hours.

Replaced by dull desert gardens
No fresh gush of waters, to clear the pain.
The heart with its weary frame
It's pinning still it speaks no grief or blame.

With eyes gaze afar, to fetch this love
Hands clasp into empty air.
Patently the heart surrenders,
With sweet consoltation,
I once felt loved!

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
05-30-2004
(C) Leighton






Eveline 31.05.2004, 12.55 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

THE DREAM GIVER!

Though invisible, I know you exist.
You gave me courage to take a risk;
To navigate the wastland of unknown battles;
To escape my comfort zone.
You let me travel with you,
To journey on unfamiliar roads full of obstacles.
You took my hand when fear was shaking me.
Toghether we stepped to the other side of the invisible wall.
When the giant of loneliness came over me, with force,
Filling my life with darkness and pain,
You gave me courage.
Dream Giver, I call upon you. You whisper, "Believe.
Believe; have faith. You will see the light.
Darkness will vanish and you will find joy."
Dream Giver, stay with me. Help me to spread my wings.
Travel with me. Don't leave me
Until I am strong enough
To face whatever lies ahead for me.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
09-05-2004

Eveline 21.05.2004, 13.02 | (1/0) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL

REGRETS!

Softly, steadily, rain is tapping on my window.
The world is gray outside.
My thoughts spin around what should be,
What could have been.
Regrets!
Perhaps I could have changed things in my life.
If I could turn back the clock of time,
What would I have done differently?
This thought process is difficult.
If I am honest with myself
I know I did things that adversely affected my future.
I regret that I didn't take a different approach
With issues that caused sorrow and pain,
That I didn't fight harder
For what I believed in.
Even thought I have regrets,
I realize that I have learned from my mistakes.
I have grown kinder and wiser.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
03-11-200

Eveline 24.04.2004, 06.27 | (1/0) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL

I DARE NOT TO SAY!

No words can explain these precious feelings.
I carry inside.  I dare not to say.
Not being near you, feeling your presence.
I dare not to say.
Waves of emotion take me to a distant shore.
Treacherous  escape. I dare not to say.
My heart, my eyes, keep the secret.
Alone with my emotions.
I dare not to say.
Pierced is my soul, half agony, half hope.
I dare not to say.
The longing for you, grows every day.
I weep inside, missing you.
What is this feeling within my heart?
I dare not to say.................................

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
03-31-2004

(c) J.Waterhouse

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with roses (William  Whitacker)


Beauty enters your heart through all the senses, and beauty grows stronger when more than one of the senses is involved.
Thomas Kinkade



Just like the falling rainbow, Just like the stars in the sky, Life should never feel small.
(Vearncombe)

Pleasure comes from without, and joy comes from within, and it is, therefore, within reach of everyone in this world.
-Bishop Fulton J. Sheen



 Love is a short word but It contains everything. Love means the body, the soul, the life, entire being.
by Guy de Maupassant 

 
The art of beeing happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
_Henry Ward Beecher


Life is the flower of which LOVE is the HONEY.
_VICTOR HUGO



In our life there is a single color, as on an artist''s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the COLOR OF LOVE.

 

(c)winged anelli

Don''t ever give up your dreams...........
and never leave them behind.
Find them, make them yours,
and all through your life, cherish them,
and never let go of them.