Music to my ears, but maybe not my family

April 23, 2010 at 5:41 am (Uncategorized) (, , , )

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,

Caoineadh Cú Chulainn (Lament) , and the Home and the Heartland

and

Deep Forest’s Boheme

I recommend Lament,  Bulgarian Memory, and Anasthasia

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The future

February 24, 2010 at 6:42 am (poems by me) ()

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


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Perfection

February 24, 2010 at 6:36 am (Uncategorized)

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

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About the poem..

January 22, 2010 at 12:53 pm (Uncategorized) (, )

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

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Hecate

January 22, 2010 at 12:46 pm (poems by me) (, , )

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.


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Multiple questions, no answers

January 12, 2010 at 11:37 am (poems by me) (, , )

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?

Can anyone stop me?


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Ore no namae wa Igirisu da.

January 5, 2010 at 8:44 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , )

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!!

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I see, can you?

December 22, 2009 at 10:05 pm (poems by me) ()

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

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Home is where we always wish to be

December 10, 2009 at 11:34 pm (poems by me) (, )

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

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Am I… really?

December 9, 2009 at 11:49 pm (poems by me) ()

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


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