Currently Listening From the Sky By Ryan Farish see related

- "Joy"

In Case You Were Wondering...

I AM:  still alive.

I SAID: I'd put up a fight.

I WANT: balance.

I (still) WISH: there was a cure for diabetes.

I MISS: quiet.

I FEAR: leaving behind those who love me the most; without saying "goodbye".

I HEAR: more than what someone says aloud.

I WONDER: if 50 is still possible.

I REGRET: my ignorance.

I AM NOT: going to be cured, at this rate.

I DANCE: with the Devil by the pale moonlight; daily.

I SING: when I know the words.

I AM NOT ALWAYS: here.

I MADE: a deal with the Creator, and it is still in place.

I WRITE: when I need to, and it's still nonfictional poetry/prose.

I CONFUSE: myself and damn near everybody else.

I NEED: more therapy than I'm getting.

I SHOULD: be able to look into just that, next month.

I START: Book 7 of "The Wheel of Time" very soon.

I FINISH: reading books a LOT faster than I used to.

I BELIEVE: in the Creator (the Heavenly Father), the Great Mother, the Light of the World, and the Reverend Ira James.

I KNOW: through the Word and His gift given to my Brother, I will live to see 31.

I CAN: get through this, with help.

I CAN’T: fathom the alternative.

I SEE: that Hope, Spirit, Love, and forgiveness for myself is possible.

I BLOG: when I have something to say.

I READ: like I am there; inside the story.

IT PISSES ME OFF: when people seriously mislead you and you come out feeling the total ass.

I FIND: that Life, as I know it, is a reality that is ever and always a matter of evolution. 

I LIKE: being happy.

I LOVE: you; always.  I'm still working on "me."

Who/What Will Put Me Back Together Again?

I don't know about "precious," but I'm definitely going with "fragile."

I am handling what I can, but I'm not feeling special

where my mind's flashlight's batteries are dead.

My God, I'm afraid of myself and NONE of you!

I fear having something in common with those Duracells.

Where's the Energizer Bunny, when you need him?

I sit here sharing with you my darker hours, but while I know

there are some out there that care very deeply about what happens to me:

I struggle to match how you feel about me. 

When will I love me as much as you do, as you seem to believe that I'll pull through?

An angel with Golden Wings and another that shall be fitted for them when it's his time:

they know what I'm going through.  Yet I feel I make the mortal one suffer,

while he hears of all of mine overnight and over at his house. 

There's only so much pain he can take from me; try as he may do.

The Creator has plans for me, which is the only reason that I think I'm still drawing breath & strength.

God understands there is a greater void felt by the greater Good,

and He thinks I can see them through their despair and resurrect the Code for their Future.

I pray it is you I can trust.  I hope you have enough Faith for the both of us.

My heart is broken, but I refuse to turn yours asunder.  I hope you withstand me, somehow...

Because I am damaged goods.  I have had my Spirit broken. 

I tried to manage, but no saving words were spoken. 

I've been reduced to something so little, I must wonder what I have left to give.

"See You On Down The Road (?)"

Why can’t it be you that finally calls?

I’ve done all that I can.

I surrender being the only one that tries.

There are other willing participants that will listen,

as I cease the waiting game.

I’m hanging up on waiting on you forever.

I’m not entirely writing you off;

somewhat sorry it’s come down to this.

At this time, I present to you this option; yours to consider.

I am leaving all Future communication completely up to you.

I say goodbye to waiting for you to say hello.

I speak not in anger to relay what I must.

I plan to leave the welcome mat out.

It’s yours to decide if I hear anything ring again.

I’m not out for apologies.

They’re best left lost in the woods we used to climb.

I hunt no more for the chance to tell you what I thought I should.

I’ve come to the conclusion, by new design,

that my Future lies beyond our memories of old.

What was I going to confess to you, then?

I bet at least one revelation will offer you some pain.

Here’s your double-take: I am a pagan of the Druid Order,

and I am looking at both Women & Men, in the name of loving again!

Here’s to my agnosticism and sexual preferences: 2 gods-given Rights!

I do not think my new Friends as your replacements.

I don’t hold it against you, the others that you have found.

My bone-chilling confessions mean you’re forgiven for what hasn’t been.

But know in your marrow that whatever was

stands the chance to never be again…

Aquarius II x 2

"Prophesize One Day"

Forty miles.  500 miles.  2000 miles.  Not even something measured in light-years will separate two Souls that are destined for Eternal Friendship and Brotherhood.  One Soul traveling back from the Future to meet a fate descending from the Night Sky.  A little under three hours were the difference between being carbon copies of one another and being who they were meant to be.  One is the "Dark Knight" and the other one super man.  Space nor Time will have no power to undo how close their Souls have become.  One chance meeting that became an uncommon, yet fortunate pairing.  A day like that will come again.   The Wheel willed this Pattern, and it will happen again as an Annual event on the horizon.  Wherever their lives take them, they will always be as close as they were there: in line for the next Magic Carpet Ride of the Day.  For there will never be such an issue as "too far away."

I got it displayed in time this year, too!!!! Happy Birthday and Blessed Imbolc, Ira James; to the both of us, and many, many more to come.  Thank you for standing by me through the darker hours.  Thank you for everything you've done for me, Brother, and for what you haven't done, still.  Blessed Be, Wonderful Counselor...

Best Wishes!

Merry Christmas!!!

Blessed Yule!!!

Happy Winter Solstice!!!

Happy New Year 2008!

Peaceful Holidays all around!!!

"Old Toy Trains"

by Roger Miller

Old toy trains, little toy tracks, little boy toys, coming from a sack. Carried by a man dressed in white and red. Little boy, don't you think it’s time you were in bed? Close your eyes, listen to the skies. All is calm, all is well; soon you'll hear Kris Kringle and the Jingle Bells... Bringing old toy trains, little toy tracks, little boy toys coming form a sack. Carried by a man dressed in white and red. Little boy, don't you think it’s time you where in bed? Close your eyes, listen to the skies. All is calm, all is well; soon you'll hear Kris Kringle and the Jingle Bells... Bringing old toy trains, little toy tracks, little boy toys, coming form a sack. Carried by a man dressed in white and red. Little boy, don't you think it’s time you were in bed? My Eternal Love to the Steadfast - EVERYWHERE... Blessed Be!!!!