Close Your Eyes

I can't be with you today

but if you close your eyes and think;

I'll be beside you in the kitchen

wearing your shirt - standing by the sink.

I'll be with you in the bedroom

waiting quietly on your bed;

Just close your eyes and think of me,

relive those memories in your head.

I'll stand by you in the bathroom,

an unlikely place to meet;

I'll smile at you so playfully

as I let you brush my teeth.

I'll be your light in the darkness,

shining steady through and through;

You only have to watch it glow

to know I think of you.

I'll be the music that you listen to,

I'll be there in every song:

I'll laugh with you and sing with you,

and comfort you when your day's gone wrong.

I'll be the wind that ruffles your hair,

I'll be that warm embrace;

I'll be the hand on your shoulder,

I'll be the tender touch on your face.

I'll be the clock gently ticking,

reminding you of the times;

We've shut the rest of the world outside

we're in our own world - yours and mine.

I'll be the moon as it dances

on the water cold and still;

For I have loved you always

and I know I always will.

Though you may not see me physically

as you live your life today;

Just close your eyes and think of me

I will not be far away.

POETRY: I AM STILL HERE

Once, my tortured tangled heart,
Ached alone, hurt and weeping,
Yearning for the company I was seeking,
Pushed away by the one I was keeping. 

He walked out on me without a clue,
And summer lost its brightest hue,
No explanation, just desperation,
To return to a life he once knew. 

Autumns day was short and fast,
His pseudo-love for me would not last,
Yet still I kept and provided for him,
Even when winters evening grew so dim.

For him the grass was always greener,
His desire for a greater life now keener,
I fought too hard and bore the scars,
To keep a man already lost, in eternal spring.

I feel no pity for this man,
No longer do I love or hate him,
Indifference is now my only feeling,
My beating heart no longer reeling.

The light of a clear blue morning beckons,
In this life I've learned many lessons,
The sun again has shown to me its face,
And now no longer will I fall from grace. 

He is gone but I am still here,
Yet no care nor anything do I now feel,
All he left was a comma, on a blotted page,
In a fairytale chapter of a long ago age. 

~ Ryan Price

© 2013 Ryan J. A. Price (11/01/2013)

all rights reserved. No copying or reproduction in whole or part without the express written permission of the author. 

Contra Omnia Discrimina 

Kahlil Gibran on Love

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When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden. 

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. 

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. 

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. 

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love. 

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. 

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
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Khalil Gibran

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Khalil Gibran: Love One Another

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

Khalil Gibran

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Line Art by Travis Toogood: Original Ink Drawings of Tinkinswood Barn (Work in Progress)

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Line Art by Travis Toogood: Original Ink Drawings of Tinkinswood Barn

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For Sale This week only! Handcrafted in Wales, Bespoke Christmas Cards! Supporting the Cystic Fibrosis (UK) Trust

Handcrafted in Wales, Bespoke Christmas Cards for Sale! This week only!

If you would like to give someone special that extra special Christmas card and support a very special charity, you can buy them for £4.95 each. You get the card of your choice specially handmade to order, a high-quality envelope and free UK postage. Each card is handmade with Swarovski Crystals, using the highest-quality materials and beautiful craftsmanship. For an extra £1.25 your card can be personalised with your loved-ones name or any short greeting you choose. Payment by PayPay or cheque. First Class dispatch on the same day if order received before 1pm. eBay Store and website coming later today! A generous percentage of sales will be donated to the UK Cystic Fibrosis Trust. To order, email ryan@uselessdesires.co.uk and state what design you want ('Christmas Tree' 'Present' or 'Vintage Tag') and if you would like a personalised greeting added instead of one of our own. Remember to include your name and address and we'll email you back to confirm order & arrange payment. Here are the current designs:

Vintage Tag:

Present Box:

Christmas Tree:

More coming soon!

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My Hand-Crafted Christmas Cards

All homemade, hand-crafted, homespun, crafty Christmas cards which I spent most of today designing & making...! What do you think?

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Never Give Up on Something You Can't Go Without Thinking About

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Music Video & Lyrics: Groove Armada - I Won't Kneel

I, I long to be beside of you,
I was wrong to tell you what was true,
Yes I, know I'm a victim of my pride,
I belong to all that I've been through.

I drove for miles in a city trance,
I came to ask for a second chance,
But I won't dance, no I won't dance. I came for miles on a broken wheel,
I came to see whether love can heal,
But I won't kneel, no I won't kneel

'Cause I can't bend, can't hold,
Can't lend, can't fold,
Can't lose, won't cry,
Can't choose 'cause I know why. I, I want to always be with you,
What's wrong to tell you what I knew,
'Cause I know, I know I'm a slave to lonely pride,
I belong to all that I've been through. I drove for miles in a city trance,
I came to ask for a second chance,
But I won't dance, no I won't dance.

I came for miles on a broken wheel,
I came to see whether love can heal,
But I won't kneel, no I won't kneel.

'Cause I can't bend, can't hold,
Can't dance, can't fold,
I get close and get scared,
And this grows in my head.

Won't you give me something, something to hold?
Won't you give me something, something to hold?

Won't you give me something, something to hold?
Won't you give me something, something to hold?

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St. Dwynwen’s Day - Reviving the old Welsh version of Valentines Day (plus a free card to download)

While the shops are filling their shelves with fluffy pink hearts and cherubs in anticipation of Valentine’s Day, more and more welsh traditionalists are excited about St Dwynwen’s day.

The patron saint of lovers, Dwynwen whose name means “she who leads a blessed life”, is feted on January 25th. Although she is no longer officially recognised by the Vatican, she still enjoys great popularity in her home county of Anglesey, and St Dwynwen’s day continues to grow in popularity across Wales.

Dwynwen’s Bad Romance

(Llanddwyn Island)

The most beautiful of King Brychan Brycheiniog’s daughters, Dwynwen is said to have lived in Anglesey in the 5th century. There are several stories told as to how she became the patron saint of lovers – some less family-friendly than others – but all the stories seem to agree that after a pretty disastrous relationship with a man called Maelon Dafodrill, Dwynwen fled to the forest, where she was visited by an angel who granted her wishes that she should never marry, and that God should look kindly on the dreams of all true lovers.

Dwynwen spent the rest of her life on Anglesey, founding a convent on Llanddwyn Island. It became so popular as a place of pilgrimage that a new church was built on the site in Tudor times, the remains of which can still be seen on the island today.

The Psychic Fish?

In a tradition which perhaps blends Christian and pagan traditions, it was once said that a visit to the Llandwynn Island church well could predict the future of a love affair. Tradition said that if the movements of the fish in the church’s well caused the water to move so much that it appears to boil, a happy-ever-after was guaranteed. Women who suspected their husbands of infidelity would sprinkle breadcrumbs on the surface of the water and cover them with a handkerchief – if the fish caused the handkerchief to move, the husband had been proved faithful.

(Dydd Santes Dwynwen Hapus)

Created for you here is a gorgeous St Dwynwen’s day card that you can download, print and send to your true love/crush...

Download a printable PDF St. Dwynwen’s day card:
http://bit.ly/gL7vlD

So, how best to celebrate Dydd Santes Dywnwen? Forget about the overpriced and faintly sinister-looking Valentine themed teddy bears and cliched red roses, and treat your loved one to a weekend up in St Dwynwen’s home of Anglesey? Take a bracing walk along the Blue Flag beach and cwtch up on the sand dunes, or wander through the National Nature Reserve of Newborough Warren. (Angels not guaranteed. Sick-bucket not included). (Thanks to www.visitwales.co.uk)

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Documentary Excerpt on The Death Of Kenneth Williams

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'Cor, Blimey' - Dramatisation of the love affair between Sidney James and Barbara Windsor

... played out against the backdrop of the 'Carry On' films during the 1960s and 1970s.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Ryan ✗✗

contra omnia discrimina

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Kenneth Williams, Fantabulosa!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3
UNAVAILABLE, sorry

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

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The Gold Train Ticket from The Polar Express

contra omnia discrimina

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The Gold Train Ticket from The Polar Express

See and download the full gallery on posterous

contra omnia discrimina

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Jesus on Toast

British artist Adam Sheldon recreated Jesus’ crucifixion using some pieces of burned toast and a scraping knife. His work of art is now on display at the Anglican Church of St Peter, in Lincoln.

33-year-old Adam Sheldon took on the project at the request of his mother, who worships at St. Peter’s Church. Before starting work on his 1.8 ,meters long, 1.1 meters wide masterpiece, Adam scraped the Last Supper on three pieces of toast, to perfect his technique.

He used a regular toaster to burn the pieces of bread, then dried and flattened them so they would fit in a giant frame. Using a scraping knife he managed to create the lighter parts of the artwork, and darkened the background with a blowtorch.

At first, the reverend and parishioners were stunned by Sheldon’s creation, because they didn’t expect something this original, but now they’re thrilled to have such art on the walls of their church. The artwork was so skillfully scraped, some believed it was actually painted on tiles, before realizing the tiles are really pieces of bread.

The toast crucifixion of Jesus was on display at the Anglican Church of Saint Peter until January 30 2010.

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