Music to my ears, but maybe not my family
Lately I have been really interested in different kinds of music. I have been constantly listening to Riverdance and even some kind of chanting songs and rhythms ( really weird but addicting). I guess that these kinds of music are just sort of nicer to hear then all that rap and … stuff. I mean, I love listening to music while I think of stories to write, and I try to find music that allows me to think of new plot line, but doesn’t take away my attention. Riverdance not only really has a great atmosphere, it actually has a story or an idea that it is trying to explore. The chanting.. well it is just sort of interesting and it is very strange and I do not really know why I am drawn to it.
These two CDs are
Bill Whalen’s Riverdance
I recommend the original Riverdance, the Remix Riverdance, the Firedance, the Harvest,
and
Deep Forest’s Boheme
I recommend Lament, Bulgarian Memory, and Anasthasia
The future
I am prepared for what must be,
or so I wish for, hopefully.
Not allowing myself to think,
or I will find myself on the brink,
of anxiety to insanity.
My clothes are prepared for battle
and have been set out with care,
and will ne’er be worn by travel,
or stringent and murky air.
But I pray against the pinpricks of hate,
for I wish not to fall to my fate,
and to grabble for what is too late
Perfection
One thing I always like to reflect upon is that the goal of most people is to be perfect. To look perfect, to ace every test, to have no trouble doing anything at all. Sounds like a dream? No, maybe a nightmare. When a person would be perfect, we would begin to loose ourselves. Loose what makes us all unique. We would first grow bored by being able to do anything, and would slowly grow more and more agitated with life. Boredom would need something to help relieve it, but you couldn’t… because everything is perfect.
Perfection also scares me. What will I have to get rid of in myself to become a perfect being? I like myself the way I am, and I like my crazy quirks. Sure there are some parts I hate, but why would I try to get rid of what makes me myself? Every single choice you make affects who you are going to become, so why would you keep trying to remain perfect. Faults are found in everything, and it is what helps us grow and learn
About the poem..
I recently learned about a titan, you know those things that where before the gods in ancient greek history? if you don’t know… whatever. Anyway, there is one titan who was not punished by the gods once they took over, and her name is Hecate, or Hekate, she was also granted the same amount of power over mortals as Zeus. She was the protector of crossroads and childbirth and magic and the night and travelers, and the hearth and beauty… but she was soon seen as the she devil goddess that would use dark magic. She was really like the mix of almost all the gods, and seems really neat.
www.hedgedruid.com/ ?tag=trinity
Hecate
Brave and strong you once stood
the center of all livelihood
the one who promised, not to gain
the one who saved all of those in pain
at first aiding in child birth
then protecting from the hearth
for all of those without a home
you were free to call your own
Your beauty rivals that of gods
and helps all travelers wherever they trod
Dogs will come to your defense
and even Zeus bows in your presence
of magic, and ghouls your soul awaits
yet never taken by the fates
a friend of both enemies strong
and even then, you did no wrong
The crossroads, they call
the mountains tall
the lakes large or small
and the heavens after all
Future, past, present
and then you, without resent
where mistreated,
your children heated
with burning fires of hatred
your beauty and smarts
your knowledge of arts
all slowly dissipated.
Now thought of as old,
making even death grow cold
no longer the Queen of Night,
but a torment of delight
each time the final plight
descends upon the victorious knight.
But that is just a child’s tale,
for they never will prevail
in the act to desecrate
the great Hecate.
Multiple questions, no answers
What do I want?
Why?
What do I believe?
Why?
What is it that created the being that is me?
Why?
Do I serve a purpose?
Why?
Some over encompassing plan that has taken generations to create?
Why?
That singles on one important part of my life?
Why?
Or am I just there for a moment?
Why?
Just a brief interlude in the craft that has been built over eons?
Why?
Do the choices I make affect some grand scheme?
Why?
Or can I just live my life the way I hope to?
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Can anyone stop me?
Ore no namae wa Igirisu da.
So I am mildly obsessed with an anime called Hetalia. If you don’t know it then that may be for the best. Anyway, this is a character from the show called Arthur Kirkland a.k.a England a.k.a. Iggy-desu. He is adorable and even the eyebrows match!!
I see, can you?
It is strange how ones emotions
can truly affect reality
just like a wizards potion
allowing me to clearly see
to be strong one must fight
for something to strengthen their own light
where as some fight for others
forgetting all about themselves
not thinking of their lovers
who wonder where their heart truly dwells
to fully live the life that is mine
I will not waste any time
to think of what is to far ahead
and to never delve into what I dread.
8/1
Home is where we always wish to be
This place I stay is beyond compare,
with colors in the ground and the wind in my hair
though this place is one I hope to call my own
I have a faithful wish to find my way home
for this place is like a shelter or guise
and though I have thought myself wise
I know the place I truly wish to be
Is peacefully at home with friends and family.
9/14
Am I… really?
I am prepared for what must be,
or so I wish for, hopefully.
Not allowing myself to think,
or I will find myself on the brink,
of anxiety to insanity.
My clothes are prepared for battle
and have been set out with care,
and will ne’er be worn by travel,
or stringent and murky air.
But I pray against the pinpricks of hate,
for I wish not to fall to my fate,
and to grabble for what is too late
8/10
