| I was kind of annoyed that the username 'Jane Bee' was taken. You can probably tell a lot about me from what I write about; I love love, dancing, music, science, watching Heroes, exploring, and I can swim rather well... Well, what can I say? Write about what you know  Hopefully my other muse will be around a long while.*"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create." -Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII* |
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Hunt of the JaguarDraw close, sense the arms of my home, theHunt of the Jaguar
Amazonian jungle embrace you. Where the comforting rhythm of warm rain drumming
on the leaves shall lull you to sleep at death's door. Here I rule the race, second to none,
with my rippling muscle and graceful tempo.
Emerging, creeping out of the undergrowth, unseen are my rich startling coffee eyes. Solitude and lethal, I hunt you alone. When the sun sets, I will end your loneliness, human - so allow the black panthers to come out to play. May I join you in a game?
There's no light to see the pearly white dagge
by ~JaneBee
Mindful RamblingsA mind so wonderful that it can catch a raindrop in its palms and hold it there, safeguarded, for a decade, and separate from the other raindrops to examine. Over your lifetime the mind's hands shake, the drops merge until they can't divide. When you look back for advice on how you handled something before, you are offered a distorted reflection of an eye staring back at you in the surface of the bead, emphatically giving neither decision nor choice. You see lights in the highlight of the drop that surround you forcing you to choose.Mindful Ramblings
Eventually the raindrop will go, vaporising, maybe leaving behind some residue, ligand or impuri
by ~JaneBee
Autumn LeavesLittle boy skidded on leftovers from the storms of leaves and overripe thoughts in the same way the lemon drop melted onto his tongue leaving nothing but a bitter aftertaste.Autumn Leaves
Stagnating warm waters of the nearby loch that became his garden pond where he used to see proud fully clothed trees nearby sheltering the green bank.
The autumn leaves are now singing down on a thousand hurrying little sheltered
schoolchildren holding their mummy's hand
whilst sucking contentedly on a lollypop.
He feels no more liberated or reprieved from gathering
a pi
by ~JaneBee
Black BalloonBlack deflating balloon, bobbing mournfully along with its tail following the fist of a little girl.Black Balloon
When all the other colours had run out, it could be said life dealt her a bad hand as she won no draw.
Balloon full of hydrogen almost attracting danger, like bad luck in form of exploding malice and darkness drawing in odious shadows.
For the coloured balloon-holder decide rules of who gets which, then society deigns resignedly she's already lost.
by ~JaneBee
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- Current Residence: Devon
- Favourite movie: Lion King, Emperor's New Groove, Hot Fuzz, Fightclub, Dark Knight, Casino Royale.
- Favourite band or musician: Flogging Molly, Guns n Roses, Buddy Holly, Sammy Davis Jr, Bach, Vivaldi and Placido Domingo =)
- Favourite genre of music: Irish punk rock, classical, and regular rock too.
- Operating System: Mac OS X Snow Leopard :D
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite game: I can just about manage Poohsticks sometimes
- Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny
- Tools of the Trade: Fountain pen, paper and Mark the Mac (no you may not touch him).
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