Thoughts on a Queen...

I lost my she queen, my motherly queen, just an hour back..

I am happy and feel a little more comfortable making my bizzare responses and in particular the graciest way you accept them with no smart aleck comments I must say i respond about 50 times a day and your topics make me think more then any other topics So instead of a movie this time we go to a musical group actually quite well known even by me before i found this

Queen are an English rock band formed in 1970 in London by Brian May, Freddie Mercury and Roger Taylor, with John Deacon joining the following year. Queen rose to prominence during the 1970s and were one of Britain's most successful bands of the past three decades.[1]

The band are noted for their musical diversity, multi-layered arrangements, vocal harmonies and incorporation of audience participation into their live performances.[2] They are regarded as one of the most accomplished rock acts on stage.[3]

Queen had moderate success in the early 1970s, with the albums Queen and Queen II, but it was with the release of Sheer Heart Attack in 1974 that the band gained international success. From that album forward, all of the band's studio albums reached number one on numerous charts around the world. Since 1973, they have released fifteen studio albums, five live albums, and numerous compilation albums and have sold more than 300 million copies worldwide,[4] including more than 35.5 million in the United States alone (as of 2004),[5] making them one of the world's best-selling music artists.

Following Mercury's death and Deacon's retirement in the 1990s,[6] May and Taylor collaborated with Paul Rodgers, under the moniker Queen + Paul Rodgers.

From what you have described, only one person she could be. Mother Earth, Mother Nature, the Queen of all you see. For she is the queen of all that is beautiful, all that is pure. From the tiniest sparrow to the mightiest mountain. From the deepest ocean to the shallowest creek. All creatures big and small. All trees short and tall. The fruit she bares from her trees are but a gift she gives to us. Enjoy my children. Drink of me. Eat of me. Be one with me. For I am the Mother, the Queen, the creator of all that you see.

you have written the real thoughts of a queen..nice

Up and around,
wide and simple,
bright and clean,
deep and sweet,
endless and priceless,
angel protected,
lovely and passionate...
...that's how this kingdom is,
...the kingdom of poem force.

Thou art as the world to me,
As a holy land beyond my reach.
I perceive its beauty; but over it lies darkness
As a mantle of night my hand alone could lift.
But chains are put upon my feet,
Which even my yearning cannot break.
And in my heart lies the fear man fears
When near to a mystery he has sometimes
Dreamed of, but has never dared to touch.
Thou art to me as a story told to my heart;
As a story which is mine, and yet not mine,
Because another has read it first,
One who is dearer to me than my own life's blood.
I stand before thee as one dazzled,
As one into whose eyes the sun shines,
So that where'er he looks naught does he see
But light and e'er again . . . light . . . light . . .
Till all colours blend into one colour
Which is light. . . .
As all melodies blend into one melody,
Many rivers running into one sea,
Thou art to me as an oasis over which sorrow lies
Like phantom wings, full of shadow,
Shutting out all joy.
My feet are on its very border,
But dare not step within its enchanted circle,
Where with thy consent, another
Has lighted a hallowed light.
I can but stand without, humbly,
As a pilgrim who, having reached sanctuary,
Is afraid of approaching its altar
For fear a too great joy
Might rend in twain his heart.
But, oh, allow my sorrow
To flow along beside thy sorrow,
Two sister rivers running towards God. . .

mot like dit wod.dit one more good.you put dit one on music?
i hap Thai flends ny Thailand,dey singer,dey make money for song.
dey find song,dey like?dey do song.make money.you do good.
dey like you song,dey bing you Thailand make Loy-sip-hah-baht.
9000 dollar ameligahn money.
you poot me wat you want do tonight.you write song,poot che-mye?
Panapon sing for you.Panapohn rock sing.
Me PanaKohn.same name,same way,but differan.
paat song tonight.
Panakohn