Thundershaking

Well, i will day what a say.....er.....say, what a day. Its just a bit o rain, a bit o clouds (by default) and a bit o laundry....yes, i do my own laundry. Its manly. I iron some of it too. And I can cook. (canned soup, frozen waffles, omelets, quiasadeias) So I have all of the requirements to live on my own! Isn't that the best? I think so....anywho, sidetracking aside. Here's the part you have all been waiting for!!!







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Hammer, Hammer,
Thundershaker,
drop golds webs
from kingdom sky through
earthly tears.
Silence blast
by sun's last path
through sunset forge.
reflected in a child eye,
behind diamonds running down
home glass.
Hammer, Hammer
Thundershaker,
rule the autumn sky.

Autumn

Back again, back again. Well heya! Me some more. I'm at the University of Maine now, and life is going well. Ive been a part of some major accomplishments this fall semester. Ive discovered a new sleep disorder, called Collegetis, Ive invented a new food group, called baco-junkies, and I have a new fish named magma. I can feed him magma bites BASK IN MY POWER!!! (yupp, ego is still intact!)

Ok, so here is my tribute to autumn memories

Darkness falling,
Stars are calling
Ask to hear which is
the way moons fall.
As summer sun turns
for waves of gold and
silver dusky sky.
Voices of spirits past
have touched the souls
and met with clasps
of friends old and new.
Whispered wind
wafting wood smoke
through limbs speaking
silent pine.
Remember days with motes of light
Playing through warm summer sky.

Shadow lake.

Well, no words of wisdom this day, just came off of a wonderful break! lets hear it for stretching!!! (insert random noises of approval here :D )

here is why im really writing today (wahtt, you mean telling us what you have been doing is not enough????)

A poem i want to share, inspired by Rangely, Maine, and meh own
sparkly self (not a vampire, thank goodness)

Lonely eyes stare at the stars
Of a warm summer night.

Wishing for a star to fall
Just seeking the company of the light.
Wind sings to the trees
A soft humming, a crying loon.

Reflections glimmer on a lake
Of dreams and sliver moon.
Touch the cool water
Send ripples through the false
Friend of mirrored sky.

Do not have fear
Its not your shadow that can die.
Only weep where love has been
Do not tear away from now, for then.

Lonely eyes stare at the stars
Of a warm summer night.
Can you see through
days failing light?

Time.

Im still here. phew! so while i was out creating mayhem with random alien hitchhikers who didnt smell bad, and actually paid for some of the fuel cells the "borrowed" space assault vehicle needed, i came up with a wise little activity, that is just good for your soul. here it is:
take an hour, and grab a lunch, and 5 dollars. take one of those dollars, and give it to a random person. take another dollar, and bury it, imagining that it is some of the pain you feel. take two dollars, and buy your favorite candy or snack food, and take the last dollar write 5 things you enjoy, then put it in your wallet.

If you try this, i will give you the reasoning and meaning behind what each usage of the dollar means. Just shoot me an e-mail. oh, and please try to stay honest.

wisdom:
When mortal hero
becomes by curse or reward
immortal.
Where does the heart go?
For to have a heart is to allow yourself
to be vulnerable.
our greatest strength.
Also the timeless one's weakness.
A kindness.
A truth.

O.k, so i know that ive been going through serious posts.........

O.k. yes. i have been posting a lot of things that have less humor, and more of a serious message. Well, I like it that way, its where i am right now. Plus, i like to connect to people, put myself, and who I am out there. (yupp, so decide that you absolutely don't want to know me right now :P. trust me, ive been in here for 18 years, and im not too sure about the sanity of this person. Take the less of two evils, like maybe chopping that onion for dinner. Why an onion? Hey, you try chopping 5 or 6 onions, saute' them with garlic and mini chicken drumsticks, and have with various sauces. delicious, but trust me, you cant get through that with out shedding a tear. those onions and garlic put out some hefty fumes!) So here is the wisdom for today, actually not original, but couldn't have put them better myself. From 1001 Things Every Teen Should Know Before They Leave Home (Or Else They Will Come Back) by Harry H. Harrison Jr,
Number 515: "They should know that, curiously, people need to hear the words "I love you" a lot...."
Number 516: "They should know that fear poisons [a relationship]. And people get afraid when they feel powerless"
Number 522: "They should know that trust is one of those curious things that, when lost, is hard to find again"
Number 525 "They should know we all need someone to miss us"
Number 540: "They should know that if people don't find emotional intimacy, in a relationship, they may look for it elsewhere"
And finally, (yes i know, long list) Number 544: "They should know that after the "bloom" wears off, love is a decision"

Ok, well that's the wisdom.
If you are reading this now, know that the poem will be up before this day is done, but it is too hot for me to sit still right now, so Im gonna be back later.(haha, done now, what did I say! so its a day late, i have that freee, free fallin-dom still)
If you are not reading this now, i ask "are you literate?" "why are you here" and "congrats, this, along with everything else, is just a figment of your imagination. Pretend this is a question"

When the sun sets in the west,
tranquil east,
is just a memory in the sky.
Can you reach through the starry cloak of night,
to find the burning sunrise?
Where do you sit to watch the moon
journey through the beyond?
Keep that silver promise,
gentle rays of hope,
love is alive.

Wild Moon.

Wait a moment. Sit still. open a window and listen to the whistling wind,
the flavor of the wilderness creating a pause for you.
Take this moment,
realize this opportunity.

So thats yer share of wisdom fer the day. Now time for a poem.
(yah, yah, but Im too tired to do a lot of wisdom, and im looking more forward to writing this poem. you wanna do differently? ok then, go ahead :D )

Wild moon,
shine on the spirits,
to guide the night.
Wise one, silent, swift.
Cunning, in a flash of fire.
Watch over the wild moon.

Sing lone one,
swift star running through the pine.
guard the night brook,
intuition is your guide.
Speak to the wild moon.

Here Comes The Sun, Do da do dooo.

Well, it is raining on this summer day, pretty heavily as I sit down on my porch to write this. What a museful food! err.....I mean mood. (no you don't you are snacking.) (Quiet you.) Keeping with the recent values theme that I have been having this week, I have decided by the dint of my shield (figurative people... figurative) that I shall talk about an uncommon trait (at least to meeee) to find in people these days. What is this magical, rare, exciting, interesting, multi-adjective trait? Well, ill talk about that in a few. First of all, i need a hair cut. badly. several cut actually. Also, all day NCIS marathons are where it is at! and cable t.v. is a great invention, but people, when the power goes out, you can never quite replace having a card game by candle light. (not that i can do that any more. ill be out in the rain where the tree fell on the power lines, that caused your power to be out. I know, heroic of me, but heck, its meh job!) Any who, back to that trait. Its Empathy (yes yes, i know I stalled, but heck, ive gotta keep interest if im gonna be talking about these things. My ego (interestingly enough, ego means ! or self in latin) can only go so far as entertainment value.) Empathy is having a part of yourself, that no matter what you are feeling, can put yourself in someone else's place, and can decide to act based on that. Believe it or not, its a really hard thing to do, and when you get in the practice of doing so, it can be a really annoying thing. You don't always want to make decisions because you understand why someone is acting a certain way. Well, it is worth it though, when you want to know why some one is acting the way they are, and then act to make that person happy. Yoda say, happy you are if others are happy!
Ok, the poem.

Rain tumbling off the roof.
Flashes of light,
Booming sound.
Sitting typing,
By the light of the screen,
and the orange glow of
a nearby lamp.