Untold

When the red bird sings in the early snowy spring..

an its wings drip blood of a new rose bud.

We shall know of new life untold..

The newest blade of grass is green an growing

an each sprigg shakes its ice dew.

We shall know of new life untold.

The gray sky give slow way to a new brilliant blue

an then again to a soft heu.

We shall know of new life untold.

Mother, now your lover has told you his small secret ..

Walk amongst your children an wake them to tell ..

Let you golden green cloak brush there toes

an your amber hair leave you head floral sent to their noses..

Tell them of you secret that your lover told..

Wake them to play an frolic.

An we shal know of things Untold..

Sabbat

The triple goddess dancing bright
With the greenman's richest raiment.
I reach up to welcome the moon
For the glory of Cernnunos.
Triple goddess stirs creation,
I praise the perfection of all.
I light candles for those in need,
While dancing among the moonbeams,
Merry meet, one and all, be blessed.

Innocents

We shall dangel in the abyss of our sweet an torrid lonelyness
We shall excape in the dreams yesterday left on our door step
We shall stare in wonderment of the mistake an regret that tought us love
We shall for get the hope of a yournger years innocent trust
We shall stand back to back in hope of another life
We shall scream the purety of lifes breath
But we will never happen uppon each lifes plain again.
Let us share this womb..

Writer's Workshop

I won't bite you - you'd like it too much. Seriously though, I love it Sophie!

I'm no critic, and I'm certainly no writer, but I too have a contribution.

Critique away - as long as it's not a total revamp, I'm cool with whatever.

Feeling isolated, I crawl into the recesses of my mind
Settling with a satisfied sigh into the comfortable territory that is self doubt,
I cannot help but recall the heart attacks that have unfolded in front of me.
They command my presence, yet I detract the truths that they claim to hold.


The illusion is neither mine nor yours, and is certainly not one that has been proven.
The blame lies stagnant within the deep recesses of our true selves.

Instinctually, I light a cigarette and the distraction allows me the luxury of anonymity -
if only for a moment, for without warning, my safe haven turns against me
I begin to ponder which vehicle escorted me here, and along what path did I blindly drive?
I wonder aloud that it can’t be safe to be so absently coherent.

Again, my mind wanders.

Życie długotrwałość jest świnią i my są całymi w tym …

The sub-standard “why are we here” conundrum doesn’t satisfy for the moment,
I move on to more present issues – the very ones I came here to avoid.
Waxing poetic with fallen trees does not a philosopher make. Am I crazy?
No, I decide, just loathsome and benign.

Truth is relative, but relatives do not always breed truth.
Ties are only as strong as that which binds them.

Oh Gentle Night Come

Oh Gentle Night come... lay the world in thy sparkling blanket.
Soothe its worries with blissful silence as thy full moon sheds its milky light upon mine face.

Oh Gentle Night come... bring forth thy sweet romance that hearts fall in love with.
Open the wounds of loss and fill them with new desire as we gaze upon thy heavenly bodies.

Oh Gentle Night come... bring forth mine beloved to me away from the worries of the world.
Let thy silence be filled with our words of love, our cries of passion before the night bird awakens to sing.

Oh Gentle Night come... give rest to the weary as ye enshroud the world in arms of cool relaxation.
Bring forth the new day of hope and prosperity as ye sink into the warming glow of the rising sun.

Oh Gentle Night come...

Love

As light shines upon the world,
so does love shine upon the face.

As the world grows with the passing of seasons,
so does love grow with the passing of time.

As the forest is cleansed with the showering rains,
so does love shower the broken heart.

As time continues even in death,
so does love continue in eternity.

The blessings of light are those of love.

Closed

Shadows of swaying limbs
dance forlornly upon drawn curtains.
Windows cease to be functional;
doors remain shut.
Candlelight shyly fingers lonely guitars
in dusty corners; stars in themselves…
now docile.

Music is thwarted by
broken speakers, rhythm halts at mid-beat.
Photos fade to deadened images, once a part.
Mental shelves become heavy with added occupants
sagging from the extra weight.
Poetry composes in my mind, scribbling jumbled
thoughts of senseless gibberish into a
vaguely coherent collection of crap.

Mirrors secretly depict one who defies reflection,
one who cannot see, who does not exist.
Dream's disguise becomes reality,
easy to understand, a cinch to cherish.
Awakening's burden is not readily cheered,
for eyes are sometimes better off when closed.

Morning Has Come

Hues of pale roses chase the blanket of darkness.
The silence deafening for that one moment in time,
When the orchestra begins as life returns from the void.
Morning has come to push the moon from her perch.

The songs lift up the world's hope in the voices of birds.
The dew shimmers upon every blade and petal in diamonds.
The chill brings to life all that is dormant and hidden.
Morning has come to push death from his perch.

The pond lies silent below the mist.
The children of the forest rush out to play,
And the trees sway in the breeze that bears the suns warmth.
Morning has come to push the nightmares of the mind from our souls.

Whisper

Shhhh, Do you hear?
There is a whisper outside the door.

It sighs like a love forgotten.
It sounds like a heart misbegotten.

It moves on the wind in search of a friend.
And wanders aimless in its remorse.

I rise to the door to offer her in.
She is no where to be found.

Only the sighing in the trees.
The night melodies
surrounding me all around.

The beauty of the night
With a snow owl in flight.
The moon shining off the snow.

I look up to the sky
Give my own little sigh.
A finger on the wind caresses my face.

I soon realize why the lady does cry.
It is the cool neglect of this human race.

Only Darkness

The light grows long to twilight
Then there is only darkness
The dark takes you slow

Holds you like a patient lover
Clings like cigarette smoke in your hair
Smothers dawn to dimmest memory

In that darkness you remember radiance
In that darkness you remember sunset

Torment

The whips lash out.
In agony, screams pierce the night
The knives slice forth.
Tender skin flays so sweetly
The shackles bind harshly.
The woman is owned.
Night brings no mercy.
Her body is not her own.

Death is release and release is heaven.
Is there a god or goddess to reach?
Is her life mistaken?
Will her people destroy her?
Will her enemy become her savior?
Will the world remember her when she is gone?

Torment lies in unanswered questions.

Make it Lonely

In the shadows,darkness
Seeping into my pores
As I watch you together.
Tick-tick, the time
Inches past my toes
On the cold wood floor.
Chilled, icy air
Drawn deep within
Burning in a struggle
Not to sob, loudly.
Strangling noises
My heart breaking
As I struggle...
Desperately...
To figure out how
I'm going to make it, lonely.

Lucid

Come with me to the land of dreams
Where nothing is quite what it seems,
There is a flutter of gossamer wings,
The goddess sings of peaceful things.
And begins a bird on winged flight,
For freedom in the deepest night.

Great Abyss

Looking out into the great abyss..
Standing in it's shadow...
It is not bliss....
It is a lonley road one must travel..
Passing people along the way...
Leaving issues by the wayside...
Shedding all that's feared...
Take it as it comes and goes....
Keeping lessons close to hear...
Life proceeds whether your in it or not....
Don't give in..
Don't give up..
Go to your abyss...
Stand there strong and proud...
Listen to it's whispers..
Then..
Stand in the greatness of it's silence..
Is it not bliss?

All who wander are not lost.

Who am I?

Who am i

I whisper with a sigh?

I am me

Pagan as can be!

Do you think i care

When you frown and stare?

Not in the least

While i sit at your feast!

Of indifference and ignorance

Judgment at a glance.

Your pettiness and denial

Makes me chuckle and smile!

Dancing in silver moonlight

Within Her beautiful sight

Who am i

I shout to the sky?

I am me

Proud as can be!

Brigit of the Celts

Brigit was one of the great Triple Goddesses of the Celtic people.
She appeared as Brigit to the Irish, Brigantia in Northern England,
Bride in Scotland, and Brigandu in Brittany. Many legends are told
about Brigit. Some say that there are three Brigits : one sister in
charge of poetry and inspiration who invented the Ogham alphabet,
one in charge of healing and midwifery, and the third in charge of the
hearth fire, smithies and other crafts. This catually indicates the
seperate aspects of her Threefold nature and is a neat division of
labor for a hard-working goddess.
Brigit was probably originally a Sun Goddess, and a charming story
of her birth is that she was born at sunrise and a tower of flame
burst from the forehead of the new born Goddess that reached from
Earth to Heaven. It was likely She who inspired the line in the famous
Song of Amergin: "I am a fire in the head." Her penchant for smithcraft
led to her association by the Romans with Minerva/Athena. As a warrior
Goddess, She favored the use of the spear or the arrow. Indeed, various
interpetations of her name exist including, "Bright Arrow," "The Bright
One," "the Powerful One" and "The High One," depending upon the region
and the dialect.
As a Goddess of herbalism, midwifery and healing She was in charge
of Water as well as Fire. I don't beleive that anyone has ever
counted all the vast number of sacred wells and springs named after
or dedicated to this Goddess. A story is told of how two lepers came
to one of her sacred springs for healing and She instructed one Leper
to wash the other. The skin of the freshly bathed man was cleansed
of the disease and Brigit told the man who was healed to wash the man
who had bathed him so that both men would be whole. The man who was
healed was now too disgusted to touch the other Leper and would have
left him, but Brigit herself washed the leper and struck down the
other arrogant fellow with leperousy once more before he could leave.
Offerings to the watery Brigit were cast into the well in the form
of coins or, even more ancient, brass or gold rings. Other sacrifices
were offered where three streams came together. Her cauldron of
Inspiration connected her watery healing aspect with her fiery poetic
aspect.
Brigit is clearly the best example of the survival of a Goddess
into Christian times. She was cannonized by the Catholic church as
St. Brigit and various origins are given to this saint. The most
popular folktale is that She was midwife to the Virgin Mary, and thus
was always inviked by women in labor. The more official story was
that She was a Druid's daughter who predicted the coming of
Christianity and then was baptised by St. Patrick. She became a nun
and later an abbess who founded the Abbey at Kildare. The Christian
Brigit was said to have had the power to appoint the bishops of her
area, a strange role for an abbess, made stranger by her requirement
that her bishops also be practicing goldsmiths.
Actually, the Goddess Brigit had always kept a shrine at Kildare,
Ireland, with a perpetual flame tended by nineteen virgin priestesses
called Daughters of the Flame. No male was ever allowed to come near
it; nor did those women ever consort with men. Even their food and
other supplies were brought to them by women of the nearby village.
When Catholicism took over in Ireland, the shrine became a convent
and the priestesses became nuns but the same traditions were held
and the eternal flame was kept burning. Their tradition was that
each day a different priestess/nun was in charge of the sacred fire
and on the 20th day of each cycle, the fire was miraculously tended
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by Brigit Herself. There into the 18th century, the ancient song
was sung to her : "Brigit, excellant woman, sudden flame, may the
bright fiery sun take us to the lasting kingdom."
For over a thousand years, the sacred flame was tended by nuns,
and no one knows how long before that it had been tended by the
priestesses. In 1220 CE, a Bishop became angered by the no-males
policy of the Abbey of St. Brigit of Kildare. He insisted that nuns
were subordinate to priests and therefore must open their abbey
and submit themselves to inspection by a priest. When they refused
and asked for another Abbess or other female official to perform
any inspections, the Bishop was incensed. He admonished them to
obediance and then decreed that the keeping of the eternal flame
was a Pagan custom and 6rdered the sacred flame to be extinguished.
Even then, She remained the most poular Irish saint along with
Patrick. In the 1960's, under Vatican II modernization, it was
declared that there was insufficient proof of Brigit's sanctity
or even of her historical existance, and so the Church's gradual
pogrom against Brigit was successful at last and She was thus
decanonized. It is very difficult to obtain images or even holy
cards of ST. Brigit outside of Ireland anymore.
Her festival is held on Febuary 1st or 2nd. It corresponds to
the ancient Celtic fire festival of Imbolc or Oimelc which
celebrated the birthing and freshening of sheep and goats (it really
is a Feast of Milk). This festival was Christianized as Candlemas
or Lady Day and Her Feast day, La Feill Bhride, was attended by
tremendous local celebration and elaborate rituals. Her festival
is also called Brigit. Brigit (the Goddess and the Festival)
represents the stirring of life again after the dead months of the
winter, and her special blessings are called forth at this time.
Since She was booted out of the Church for being Pagan, it is
incumbant upon us Pagans to restore Her worship to its former glory
especially those of us of Celtic ancestory. Here is an ancient rite
to invite Brigit into your home at the time of her Holiday:
Clean your hearth thoroughly in the morning and lay a fire
without kindling it, then make yourself a "Bed for Brigid" and
place it near the hearth. The bed can be a small basket with covers
and tiny pillow added as plain or fancy as you like. If you have no
hearth, you can use the stove and put the bed behind it. Then at
sundown light a candle rubbed with rosemary oil and invite Brigit
into your home and into er bed; use the candle to kindle your
hearthfire if possible. Make your own poem to invite Her or use
the ancient song mentioned earlier. Let the candle burn at least
all night in a safe place. You might even want to begin the custom
of keeping the eternal flame; it is a popular custom in some
magickal and Wiccan traditions. AFter all, it's up to us now to
keep the spirit of Brigit alive and well for the next thousand
years at least!!!

Brigid is not really a Celtic Mother Goddess. She is generally
considered a Goddess of fire/smithcraft, of poetry and of healing. One
of her roles is as midwife, but although she has a son, she is not
usually seen as a mother.

I don't know any books that deal specifically with Brighidh, but please
look for a book called "Celtic Mythology" by Proinsias MacCana and for
"Gods and Heroes of the Celts" by Marie Lousie Sjoestadt for more
information about Celtic deities. They are both VERY good sources.



Brighidh is a Goddess of healing, smithcraft and poetry, brewer of mead
and ale, a lawgiver, a midwife, supposedly daughter of the Daghda,
mother of the poet Cairbre, and of the Gods Brian, Iuchar and Iucharba.
She was transformed into a Christian Saint and became the foster mother
of Christ. Some sources say that the healer/smith/poet were embodied in
one Goddess, other sources claim that she was three sisters, all named
Brighidh.

Her holy day falls (on our calendar) on February 2nd (I wonder if She
likes groundhogs...) called Imbolc, Oimelc or Lady Day. Candles are
blessed that day in the Catholic churches.


Brigit/Brigid/Bride was the daughter of Dagda. She was the proctector of the
poets, the forge and the healing persons. Her son Ruadan, which she had with
Bres, was killed by Goibnui. For her died son she sounds the first kenning of
Eireland. She also was put into the cult and the person of Brigit from
Kildare, which made the first female parish after Christianity falls into
Eireland. The convent of Kildare has had a neverending fire, which was
protected by the sisters of the parish. The saint Brigit is the second patron
saint of Eireland. within the scottish tradition Brigit belongs together
with the time of the year "Season of the lambs" and the comming of spring.
Brigit overcomes the control of the Cailleach Bheur.

Beginning at the End

If it wasn't for being alive
I'd be supernatural, superficial
I'd either take command or wouldn't care
Not much in between helps the separation
of apathy and gut-hope
except one's belief in a purpose

Since it's not for being dead, I'm still human
vulnerable and very much alive
Able to smell jasmine in the spring
allowed to watch baby Mockingbirds
chirping for their mommas
and free to feel the cleansing rains
Noting that all these won't last forever
but they have...and do
and somehow will.

The wheel of the year plugs zero
positive numbers take over
It's a rebirth, a restart, a chance to change
anything that needs changing, and beyond
Time to grab one's gut and wrench it
until something good comes out
because it always does
and always will

A time for rejoicing
and celebrating the new year
to either enjoy what you have
or aim at something you want
or both. Either way...
somehow, it all works

Avalon.com will be branded
into the memoirs of our minds
never to be forgotten
always our friend and beginning
So too, will many things cease to exist
But minds will open; ideas will flow
smoother than Grandma's mashed taters
then the best will continue

Often, a beginning needs an end
and sometimes, an end is good

Happy New Year, everyone!
May your hopes and desires be yours
and never let anyone guide you
to a path you're not comfortable with

Dekon

Sweet little puppy, starving and cold
The showing of ribs made me frown
A pit/lab mix with a love for his sticks
and a coat full of darks and light brown

Whether chasing a squirrel or lizards that scurry
the life this dog loved was sincere
I taught him some tricks and got love with his licks
He knew he was always safe here

He grew with the land, the fences and sand
and make no mistake, he was king.
A trusting companion, as any could be
except for just one little thing

Chewing, it seemed, was Dekon's forte.
Nothing was crossed from his list.
Doormat to hose, to anything goes
he made sure that nothing was missed

A year goes by so fast nowadays
when hope intertwines with a heart
Try as I did, I couldn't get rid
of the habits he'd learned from the start

I loved his brown eyes, looking up for advice
none of which he understood
I wait for the day when I can truly say
that his and my parting was good.

3 Poems

Change
A new beginning
What will it be all about
Have to wait and see


Sorrow
Loss can be so sad
It doesn't have to be for
an eternity

Confusion
The world has turned a tumble
When I walk, it's a stumble
but things start changing
And I start to see
The world is moving
at a pace that so confusing.

Then my way starts to clear
for I begin to hear
the wonders of the world.
They have beauty and love
Show joy and happiness
Life can go on.

Imbolc

Spark of creation,
Fire of inspiration
Hear my call to thee.
To find my heart in,
My greatest muse,
Bring back the light,
So that all may see,
The brightness that,
Lies within, all of us.

Eternal Nothingness

Destined to walk alone throughout this world of eternal nothingness....
I try to find the answer to the question as to why we must reside here.....
wondering forever throught the sea of dout in the world of eternal nothingness

Wondering throughout this world with nothing but dout, hope, and a sinister smile....

I walk alone until I see a sea of people swarming around a tv like moths to a flame, I walk toward the people and as i look at the television all i see is a war scene....

Why are we here, what is the point to all this hatred....Until this answer is to be found we are to walk side by side in a frenzy wondering why we are destined to walk this world of eternal nothingness..

Stroll Away

I embarked on a stroll today…
Yep, left the 'puter behind
and marveled when the front door
opened without having
to Click something.

Upon taking a few steps,
life came back to me, naturally.
That wondrous, forgiving keeper
of our existence was there waiting.
No apologies were necessary
for my recent absence.
I was welcomed as if
I'd never left.

So I walked for awhile
and let the real world reclaim me.
No Error Messages here.
This was life.

The only Mouse I saw was
also viewed as dinner
by a soaring hawk above.
A neighbor stared at a Screen
long enough to clean it
then lay it with the others.
A car lot nearby, under construction,
flaunted Keys and Boards.
But never were the two combined.

Girl Scouts are selling Cookies, door to door…
no deleting necessary.
Someone is playing "Journey" in the distance,
with nary a thought as to
how many Megabytes are in it's Properties.
I continue to walk, in wondrous freedom.

My stroll seemed to take a year to finish
but eventually, I ended up at Home.
As I made my way through the
dining room to the kitchen,
that cyber lizard, "Monitor",
caught my eye,
luring me to it's grasp
with slithery tongue-like motions,
as a mother about to discipline a child.

Naw, let's watch some TV tonight
for a change.

Spring

It is the Beginning.
Embrace in love, the emerging flower
That from the dormance of a cold sleep solstice,
Slips through dark, and buds in light anew.
Day and night do not rival for their time in the sky
As in this one day, of two, they are equal.
The promise of rebirth once more manifests in nature,
And with life, the cycle begins anew
And Sol assumes his right.

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Reaching,
Up and up, from a once frozen burrow
A nursery bed of nurturing soil
That gave fertility and strength
To a seemingly insignificant, seed.

Pushing,
Through a cold dark world
Towards a warmth it feels above
In A lone and single-minded pursuit
One with, and in, an instinctive nature dance.

Stretching,
From the heavy sod, to enter
The nights of the Moon
And the days of the Sun
To become another self.

Breathing,
the new scents and colors
in this air of the Earth
It is touched
And its own state of beauty altered.

And bursting,
into freedom, and fullness, and glory
with the lushness that comes
in the fresh days of Spring
is Lily.

Plastic

The urban tumbleweed drifts by,
Affluenza strikes deep within the valley.
Plastic smiles, for a plastic world,
With the shallowness only beauty can buy.
Her crippling heels hobble her cadence,
Such a pretty mess in her finest attire.

The urban sprawl, the creeping virus,
Dis-ease rules where the angels dwell.
The frenetic dance of time is a best cruel,
Sliding through different realities to get by,
Loss of self is a small price to pay for glam,
Her reflection on glass, shares an empty smile.

Colors

When black isn't black, but a mixture of hues
and day is as night, without evening news
While a sunburn is pink and a heartache is blue
the rainbows show all, if one finds the clue

When war isn't war unless somebody dies
and fair isn't fair when somebody cries
While fire burns orange like tempers that heat
all bodies turn red on a bad city street

Grey is a suit, the concrete, the sky
Green's full of envy, but nature's reply
Brown is what happens when one's terrified
White, just admission from someone who lied

Now yellow could signify so many things
A partner of green or a hornet that stings
a light bearing warning, a bus late for school
the back of a coward or some other fool

Thought in the Dark

I've become a pioneer, of sorts
an explorer of ancient touch
digging deep has left me bewildered
how a night can stain so much

of everything ever wanted from me
of everything honest that I'll never see
the nightmares and screams choke in the dark
Tomorrow, I'll finally be free

An explorer, I am...eager to learn
not much falls to the side
nothing is safe from scrutinization
Come forth now; don't run and hide.

I'm only asking for yourself, true blue
Is that too much to request?
I only hope that myself, with you
is not some remedial test

Should I Love You?

I watched you fall once.
Wrapping my wings around you
I picked you up.
Protecting you, pushing away my own fears.

Time passed.
Life was good.
In your arms I was home.
Nothing could hurt me.
Together we fought side by side,
Battle worn we kept the demons away.

Then all at once our world was shattered.
You tore your heart away from mine.
Cold emptiness was all I felt.
Darkness filled my heart.
Alone, afraid, lost and weak,
I fought for what I believed in…
Taking back what was mine.

Wounded, bleeding and crushed in spirit,
I spread my wings to fly away.
I heard you call my name,
You told me that you loved me.
You held me close and kissed my lips.

I shuttered at your touch
Feeling just like before,
Your love is there I see it in your eyes.
In my heart… fear and darkness hide.

You tell me everyday your love is true.
You’ve asked me to stay.
The pain you've caused has deeply burned my heart.
What truly was the price to pay?

Standing strong on my own,
In your arms are where I want to be.
You picked me up,
You held me while I fell apart.
Still fear lingers and I wonder…
Should I keep loving you?

I Never Said I Wasn't Difficult

I never said I wasn't difficult,
I mostly want my way.
Sometimes I talk back or pout
and don't have much to say.

I've been known to yell, "So what,"
when I am stepping out of bounds.
I want you there for me and yet,
I don't want you around.

I wish I had more privacy
and never had to be alone.
I want to run away.
I'm scared to leave my home.
I'm too tired to be responsible.
I wish that I were boss.
I want to blaze new trails.
I'm terrified that I'll get lost.

I wish an answer came
every time I asked you "why?"
I wish you weren't a know-it-all.
Why do you question when I'm bored?
I won't be cross-examined.
I hate to be ignored.

I know,
I shuffle messages like cards,
some to show and some to hide.
But if you think I'm hard to live with
you should try me on the inside.

The Wiccan Rede

Bide the Wiccan Laws we must
In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.
Live and let live,
Fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the Circle thrice about
To keep the evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time
Let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch,
Speak little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing moon,
Chanting out the Witches' Rune.
Widdershins go by the waning moon,
Chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady's moon is new,
Kiss the hand to her, times two.
When the moon rides at her peak,
Then your heart's desire seek.
Heed the North wind's mighty gale,
Lock the door and drop the sail.
When the wind comes from the South,
Love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the West,
Departed souls will have no rest.
When the wind blows from the East,
Expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the cauldron go,
Burn them fast and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady's tree,
Burn it not or cursed you'll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn,
Let the Beltane fires burn.
When the Wheel has turned to Yule,
Light the log and the Horned One rules.
Heed ye Flower, Bush and Tree,
By the Lady, blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go,
Cast a stone and truth you'll know.
When ye have a true need,
Hearken not to others' greed.
With a fool no season spend,
Lest ye be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part,
Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law you should,
Three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow,
Wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in Love ever be,
Lest thy lover's false to thee.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill:
An ye harm none, do what ye will.

Seconds Count

I walk down the street,
Waving to everyone I meet.
Each one'll only take a second.
Maybe I'll get a smile.
Maybe..... the finger.
Let me try....
I'll find out....
Just what you are.
You'll show me yourself,
and it'll only take a second.

Dreamer's Man

There's always a room
for the exception to the rule.
That perfect little place
that resists all time and space.
With the solitary man,
there he stands,
and I have to step over...
the line drawn in the sands.
I look into his eyes,
so wise,
but with so much despise,
for this world that I live in with so many lies.
I want to hold him,
unfold him,
peel back the layers and gaze inside,
to where the hate resides
and then wash it all clean,
as if it was never there.
But it has to go somewhere.
So where does it go?
I think I know...
back to my land...
where he does not stand...
where he can't come with me...
so I forget reality.
This is what he does to me.

Speak

Speak words.
Words.
Words.
Venemous last words.
Sweet words.
Words of wrath.
Words of truth.
Spilling from your mouth,
Dripping from your razor blade tongue.
Words that cut.
Words that heal.
Words to choke my heart and puzzle my brain.
Awful words.
Speak no more.
I beg of you.
Speak no more.

Creation

I am the needle in your eye. I am the thorn twist in your side. I am the rain on your parade. I am the wait for better days. I am deceit, hate, and lies. I'm all the things that you despise. I'm the despise that you feel. I'm the sick that never heal. You create me.

The Running of the Bulls

I see my shadow stretched long on the wall,
Then I fall
And can see not at all.
I've been hit from behind by the
snake of the past
Whose teeth are of glass
And break off in my....
Ask me a question before I let go...
Of the rope that is holding....
My sense..
Tells me that there's something amiss
It chews at my being
So long, I've been dreaming
When I wake will I find that I've been left behind?
Or am I running ahead of the bulls in my mind?

The Mask

I had a debt to pay so I paid it off with my happiness. The happiness, now gone, left a hole, so I filled it with tears. To keep my from drowning in my tears, I used anger...and to hide all of this?.... I have my mask.

Life of an Empath

Day in and Day out
Emotions of the world
flow through me as
water flows through a damn

no one understands
the pain i receive
through the world

but this gift was
given unto me because
of will of the heart & soul

the emotions of life
melt to me as though
i'm that pain
of mysef

theres no turning down
only beginning

only people with this
gift will understand
the pain i receive
day in & day out



Demon's Song

Spiteful daggers
sere
as downward cast
my eyes do bleed
injustice

power to see
darkness
true form not hidded
in snow
runs the vein
bitter
cold
hurt

stuggle to break
prison
locked in
twisted past
not forgotten
hidden

freedom
illusion
unearthed in
ceaseless time
unfolding

shattered slivers
rain outward
past the barrier
shred flesh
of old demons
goodbye

Who Givest All

Alcimenes, an ancient man,
Though poor and humble ne'er forgot
To offer little gifts to Pan.
Spring water in an earthern pot

A fig, an apple, nothing more -
And standing made his lowly prayer.
'Thou giv'st me from thy plenteous store
All that my trees and seedlings bear.

So take this water from the spring,
The fruits that thou has made to thrive;
Take not too close a reckoning,
But give me more than I can give.'

Unthinkable

In the darkenss of my mind,

in the corner you might find.

Hidding in the night, shrinking in his fright,

a little man about to fight.

How it grows the rage he know,

when it kills, it also builds.

and when it shows its monsterous face,

it shall devoure his entire race.

The Rage could'nt of cared,

as long as your scared.

If you think to run off to hide,

you might as well have died.

Because if thats what you so choose,

life has no chance, its gonna lose.

Hungry to hurt, it begins to lurk,

drying his eyes, he begins to rise.

He wont go down,m not like a clown,

Hes going to fight, with all his might.

The rage is strong with all its bron,

but the man is smarter, with the corage of a marter.

Which one dies?

Cant you see it in my eyes?

As the last one falls,

the darkness calls.

In the darkness of my mind,

in the corner you might find.

A little man about to fight......

.......or a monster thats grown in spite.

Bannishing Tonight

Anger, Hate, Rage, and Spite.

These are the things I feel tonight.

What should I do, where should I go?

Any where to escape that raging hoe.

She says its all because of me.

I'm the hate of hell times three.

A coward I am, so I will not fight.

Even though this is who i truly spite.

Do not worry I am no danger.

Its from her, that comes all my anger.

Anger, Hate, Rage, and Spite.

These are the things I banish tonight.

The Dream

up into the forest i took a walk. silently seeking a moonlight talk.
Her most Gracious, I was hoping to find, down the wooded mountain, the path did wind.
into a clearing the path did stop ... a crytal clear lake, perfectly hidden, from the mountains' top.

the skies they twinkled with zillions of stars, reflecting their long journeys from afar.

the full moon shone, extrodinaire, as fireflies flitted all through the air.

the scent of the trees, the plants and the earth, filled my heart with a humble rebirth.

i made my way to the waters shore, feeling Her presense drawing me, ever more.

standing upon the waters' edge, closing my eyes .... intune in my head.

my sight then taken to the center of the lake, under my feet, the earth did quake,

the water opened and She then arose. Loving and kindred, all shining and aglow.

silvery and whispy, her breath i could feel, caressing my heart, taken back on my heel.

water falling upon me like rain, a golden wave covered me, Her Essense, Her Stain.

She towered above me, All Beauty ......... All Life. the earths' Blessed Mother, my Sister, the HornedOnes' wife.

I looked upon my once sallow skin ....... all golden, aglow ..... all Her beuty within.

as She blew a breath so fresh was the air... me standing in awe, lost in my stare.

not seeing the stars that no longer twinkled....faint dots in the sky they were sprinkled.

the skies were the brightest thru the darkest of dark, the moon consumed, softly glowing ....shining straight thru her Heart.

She looked upon me, it was then that she smiled, a warmth fell upon me, i became one with the wild.

all total hearts were beating as one, me ... the earth ... the sky ...... all her work done.

seeing my reflection in this sacred lake, golden and glowing in the gentle wake.

She too soon departed in a flash of fire and rain, me standing there ...

all golden ..... all tamed.

The Gathering

Peace, and intimacy resound in the voices of those with fair hearts.

Pedagogic minds, and lofty wills combine to form one part.

There is fire, and air, and water, and earth. Dancing, and disbursed

throughout the words of men and women is mirth.

There is worship of all

God’s belief, song, and instrumental revelry.

There is nothing that is not conical.

Nothing is denounced, and welcomed are those of the craft.

For in many forms comes light and truth.

Here, no man or woman is seduced from his or her chosen path.

Coalesced are the erudite of all religious ways.

This ground is hollowed; sanctified by all Gods of all faiths.

Here a people have given both to a new genesis, and we are

once again consummated.

There is no difference, and in each and every individual heart

oneness’ is assimilated.

Here, at this gathering of spirituality

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Hey walking beauty,
beauty is before me,
beauty is behind me,
above me, and below me.

Earth my body,
water my blood,
air my breath, and fire my spirit.
Mother,
I feel you beneath my feet.
Mother, I feel your heartbeat.

Father, I see you when eages fly.
You spirit takes us higher and higher.

The place in which I hide

There is a little place in which I hide, for I'm afraid of burnning.
Criticism, and ridicule taint the spirits learning.
Should not I push forth with all my strength, with rhetorical
lust for blood.
And place top witches blade a hand for craft I love.
While reading literature placed by ancients upon the passing soul
of fathers. The redes, oaths, and books of earth, sun and moon, passed down
to son and daughter.

In this place in which I hide afraid of being burned.
Called the craft, and my liberation from the shameless yearn.
For one unforgiven, I remain hidden in the little place inside.
My heart, the art, and that part of me that reasons with spiritual mind.
Here I stand at the door afraid to step outside.
Burnning, persecuted, pagan liberated afraid no more for what
is inside.

What lies Within

A dark forest with no light around

a clown with an unhappy frown

A rose with no life

A pain that cuts like a sharpen knife


Sadness,despair, unhappiness..

a touch with out caressness

A heart with no love

No soft spoken words from above


Time that seems to never end

a lonliness that will not bend

A tree that can not grow

A river that can not flow


A musical insturment with no tune

a night that has no moon

A game that has no fun

a day that has no sun


All this is what lies within......

I Used To Love You

I used to love you

I loved the way I looked to you

when I climbed behind your eyes

to see me as you do

and the way you move magick with a fluid grace

making the common complex

the simple superb

I used to love you

the way your thoughts reaching into mine

could move me more than any touching

Sometimes complex things are found in simple forms

like the eyes of an owl can see in the dark

or the intricate shape of an orchids bloom.

The twinkling of a star.

I used to love you

Things felt not seen.....things known not learned.

There is so much to you.

You affect all the crossings on my journey

being at the center of my crossroad.

Some how appearing with an esoteric form

quietly unassuming.

But I know there is unequaled pure power

carefully concealed.

I used to love you.

Where time and space held no boundaries

where my heart sings, without limits

and no borders to cross alone

where my soul feels safe....my world turns in balance

and your blackness is always there to camouflage

I used to love you

I have known you light years already

From the first kiss in the doorway

when you named me your Selket

when you wrapped your soul around my heart

and spell cast me with your music

I used to love you

And then I learned

that you had loved me first......and so I love you more.

echoes in love of life

as i stumble out of the archway door
work weary of a tedious night
the ice chill wind kisses me

for a brief moment i peer to the south
and the past of a lost heart long unseen
the wind tenderly humming its song

i start to tread on frosted grass
how it crackles beneath me!!
how the chilly night air embraces my neck

i raise my head to seek out the luna
but tonight she sleeps in darkness
as do i,alone,lost in icy embrace of memories

yet with every step my heart quickens
the scent of the coming spring drawing near
and the loving touch of the wind



how i reach upwards with outstretched hand
how i embrace this cold night air
how i miss my lost fallen one

still with every step
hand in hand with the wind
i smile a bit
then a grin
then laughter

Isolationism

When at me you glance
you see beauty by chance
but what's underneath
is but heartache and grief
and so by that look
you judged the cover of my book
and thought to be healed
what was shattered and peeled
and from the outside
you see beauty and pride
when what's from within
is darkened and dim
no shining flower
but one darkest hour
that lasts through your smile
and drags on by the mile
when everything seems
as if honey and dreams
but on the inside
the honey has dried
and the dream fades away
with each passing day
but you'll never know
for it will not show
and you will not look deeper
into this castle keeper
for I have grown numb
in this flower I've become.

Near

you hold my every care,
So gently in your hands,
Soothing, Calming, ever near,
You keep me in Your plans.
Right now I come to You,
In simple trusting prayer,
knowing that your ear is turned,
Because you're always there
-Lynn Baldwin Rhoades

Seeds you buy for moshling | how to get a moshling

How to get a moshling

The combanation you need for some rare ones are

002 Chop Chop (monkey) >> 3 Dragons <---- NOT SO RARE

003 Gingersnap (beat up cat) >> Magic + Love + Pepper <----NOT RARE

008 Squidge (a fluffy flying thing) >> Star + Pepper + Dragon <----NOT RARE BUT CUTE !

010 Snookums (Dinosaur) >> 3 Star

013 Dj Quack (duck) >> Dragon + Moon + Star <----NOT RARE

018 Stanley (seahorse) >> 2 Love Berries + 1 Dragon Fruit

020 Purdy (pink fluffy cat) >> Dragon + Moon + Dragon

024 Angel (unicorn/pegasus) >> Magic + Pepper + Pepper /OR/ Magic + Pepper + Star

027 Kissy (baby ghost) >> Purple Star + Yellow Star + Black Magic

030 Lady Meowford (white cat) >> Blue Moon + Pink Moon + Purple Star

034 Dipsy (cloud) >> Red/Pink Moon + Yellow Moon + Yellow Love

039 Shelby (turtle) >> Blue Dragon + Black Dragon + Blue Magic

040 Doris (Rhinosaurus) >> 3 Moons

043 Blurp (blowfish) >> Purple Moon + Pink Love + Black Love/Blue Moon

047 Sooki-Yaki (Ninja Cat) >> Purple Pepper + Red Magic + Yellow Magic

050 Pooky (dinosaur) >> Black Magic + Purple Magic + Pink Moon /OR/ Black Magic + Yellow Magic + Blue Magic

053 Fumble (starfish) >> Red Star + Yellow Love + Red Star/Magic

054 Flumpy (pluff) >> Black Moon + Red Magic + Red Star

056 Mr. Snoodle (Elephant) >> Red Pepper + Purple Magic + Blue Pepper

059 Hansel (gingerbread) >> Blue/Purple Dragon + Black Magic + Black Moon

060 Ecto (ghost) >> Red Love + Black Love + Pink/Yellow Pepper

065 Tiki (toucan aka the fruit loops bird) >> Red/Purple Star + Pink Love + Red Love

071 Peppy Penguin (penguin) >> Blue/Red/Black Moon + Purple Moon + Yellow Magic

072 Cali (mermaid) >> Purple Love + Yellow Love + Black Magic /OR/ Blue Love + Pink/Purple Magic + Yellow Love

074 Prof. Purplex (owl) >> Red/Blue Dragon + Pink Love + Yellow moon

077 Waldo (nerdy Squirrel) >> Pink Love + Purple/Black Dragon + Red Star

079 Gigi (unicorn) >> Blue Pepper + Red Moon + Yellow Pepper

082 General Fuzukie (warrior) >> Yellow Love + Purple Star + Red Pepper

083 Gurgle (dragon) >> Red Dragon + Yellow Magic + Purple Love

088 Oddie (doughnut) >> Yellow Star + Black Star + Purple Star

089 Big Bad Bill (VooDoo guy) >> Yellow Love + Black Star + Blue Star

Road widening projects | government projects

I was walking on my way home. Until, I passed by here. This location is at Dungon B, near the exit of CPU 7th gate. I remembered that this very same spot was where we ate "batchoy" owned by Manong. Here you could listen to the religious songs played by him. He was really nice. He always gave us free extra "sabaw" even if we haven't asked to. That's why Manong has a lot of customers. His "batchoyan" was small then when he first opened it, hardly could accomodate 10 people. If this is possible then you'd be eating elbow to elbow with the person sitting next to you. He also served "Halo-halo" with yummy ube. I loved it and keep coming back for more. Those memories were just so oozing to the heart.

Now, it's just another sad story. All was left of it was this empty space and I wondered, "Where will I eat "batchoy"? I'm starving." It’s just sad. I never saw Manong ever again.



On my way further on, I saw people from afar looking at something. As I turned my head, I saw this bulldozer. All I can think of is, "Hey, there's the yellow dragon who destroyed my favorite "batchoyan". I joked around about it. Noticing the mother holding her child on her lap (found at the bottom right of the picture), I pondered, "Was this place where their home once stood?".


Then, all came back to me. How about Manong? Where is his whereabouts? Haven't seen him for awhile. Not like before, I would wave back at him everytime I meet him at the roadside. I felt sad.

"Is this another road widening project?", I asked myself.

The road seems fine and vehicles could pass through even before this project. Why do they have to make the road even more wider? Traffic is not a problem here anyway. I was really disappointed but I never understood this project anyway. Maybe it's for the better... or not!



It was not then I really got to be disappointed until I reached this ad or whatever you may call it.
"Dalan Padulong sa Bwas Damlag, Ululupod Naton Amligan" it states.

How could it be for a better future? How could people be a part of it when they were driven away from their homes just for this project? Anyway, traffic wasn't so bad in this part of Iloilo. I really don't get it. Could someone explain the basis for this project? Or maybe I'll just do my research.

I just felt sad for Manong and his batchoyan. It was really great to have a place so we could stop over and have a snack

Metaphysics Mingling Minds | Phineas Parkhurst Quimby | Ervin Seale

I bought this book by Ervin Seale entitled Mingling Minds. i just love books that speaks about the mind. It's a metaphysical themed book. If you would ask metaphysician then he will tell you that life is energy.

I first understood that word when I've watched the movie, The Secret. The Secret is one that I would really recommend you to watch. It will change your whole view point in life.

Anyway, Ervin Seale is said to be the "dean" of Phineas Parkhurst Quimby (a New England philosopher, magnetizer, mesmerist, healer, and inventor, who resided in Belfast, Maine, and had an office in Portland, Maine).

He is also a clock and watchmaker by trade and has a great interest on mechanics.

I haven't read the book yet.

The introduction to Mingling Minds just blew me away and I started researching about Quimby and Seale. Just read below what I found out about them...

I'll update you when I finish reading the book.

About Phineas Quimby:

Phineas Parkhurst Quimby (February 16, 1802 – January 16, 1866), was a New England philosopher, magnetizer, mesmerist, healer, and inventor, who resided in Belfast, Maine, and had an office in Portland, Maine. Inventor Quimby was a watch and clockmaker by trade, and held several patents for mechanical devices

Students

Among the students and patients who joined his studies and helped him to commit his teachings to writing were Warren Felt Evans, Annetta Seabury Dresser and Julius Dresser, the founders of New Thought as a named movement. Warren Felt Evans was one of the first individuals who wrote seriously on the teachings of Phineas Quimby.

Though he did not specifically establish a movement under these teachings he did open a practice in Salisbury, Massachusetts. Although the most important gift that Evans left to New Thought was his written work, Evans also took the important step of integrating the philosophies of Swedenborg and Quimby.

Mary Baker Eddy Mary Baker Eddy the founder of Christian Science is often cited as having used Quimby as inspiration for theology.

Yet, most scholars agree that Christian Science does not reflect Quimby's teachings.

For a time Mary Baker Eddy was a patient of Quimby’s and shared his view that disease is rooted in a mental cause. But as her understanding of Christ Jesus’ approach to healing developed over the years, her concept of life and healing grew further and further away from Quimby’s.

Because of its theism, Christian Science differs from the teachings of Quimby.

About Ervin Seale:

Ervin Seale A Veritable "dean" of Quimby studies A major definer of the Quimby message was the gifted writer and speaker Dr. Ervin Seale (1909-1990), who for 32 years addressed a large audience at Carnegie Hall, Avery Fisher Hall and Lincoln Center in New York City.

The Quimby Memorial Church is an outgrowth of the Quimby Memorial Church and Foundation of New York City. The Church and Foundation were under the direction of Dr. Ervin Seale.

Dr. Seale, a former minister of the Church of the Truth and president of The International New Thought Alliance, dedicated his later years to translating and publishing the writings of Phineas Parkhurst Quimby.

Seale, a veritable "dean" of Quimby studies, presents a readable portrait of Phineas Parkhust Quimby--an icon in the American metaphysical movement and pioneer of the subconscious mind and its connection to all the outcomes and issues of our lives.

Ervin Seale's books on Quimby are essential reading for anyone wanting to understand New Thought.

Quimby was a clockmaker who experimented with mesmerism, clairvoyance, and finally developed the mental healing techniques that later gave birth to Christian Science and then New Thought Christianity.

Two of his patients, Warren Felt Evans and Mary Baker Eddy, founder of the Christian Science religion, produced some of the first books on the subject. The later founders did not have access to the entire Quimby manuscripts, which we can now benefit from.

Althought the writing is repetitious ( a collection of many short articles) there are gems throughout the pages. It is fascinating to see the development of Quimby's thought, and also to realize that he was a more profound and original thinker than most of the people who were later influenced by him, directly or indirectly. For a good introduction to Quimby, see Ervin Seale's "Mingling Minds".

However, the student who desires to transform his or her own thought, should read Quimby's "Complete Writings." In his excellent book "Learn to Live", Dr. Seale explains the meaning of the parables, the outcome of his classes and lectures over a period of years.

The Bible quotations are from the King James Version.

Dr. Seale is an exceptional communicator and brilliant metaphysician. "You may have a beautiful philosophy, you may have lofty ideals, but what you will do with your philosophy and ideals is dependent entirely upon what you are inside yourself" -- Ervin Seale

World as you see it

Most people give the majority of their thoughts in response to what they are observing. An unpaid rent, a debt, or loan – these are just a few things misleading us to our dreadful lives. Our tribulations came from giving too much attention to it. We often think of what there is, and the result would be, we only see what there is.

Our thoughts become actions. These thoughts are what we are sending off to the world and the world responds to it accordingly to what you are thinking. Just for an example, if you keep on thinking that you don’t have enough money then you see yourself as that person who is not wealthy enough. Well in fact, you are not. It is just the result of what you think you are in the past. So, if you think you are this person who hasn’t a lot of money then you doom yourself and stay in that status. You get contented on the fact that you don’t have a lot of money.

What could you do to turn your current status into something that you want to be?

Imagine yourself that you are in that current situation right now wherein you are living in a mansion, having a great deal of money in your savings account and so on. Seems to be impossible? Then, that is where your thoughts set in. You may think it is impossible but the truth is you haven’t tried it yet. Is this fact right? Then you just have to remove this thought that you can’t do it and turn it into you can do it. Impossible is a vocabulary you just have to forget. As you are reading this, you are already starting to be that person who you always wanted to be. You don’t have to think of your torments over and over again. You just have to expound your thoughts into the things that would make you truly happy.

Just remember, “Whatever the mind of man can conceive, it can achieve.”

OOppzzz

Its funny how I was reminded today about my personal blog. I was searching for blogs that could inspire me to write again. Out of the blue there it was. my own blog. Neglected since nov of last year's. OMGx100..

I definitely had a nail dodged on my head. I completely forgotten about it and now here it is.

I felt bad just looking at my blog so messy and argh.. i even don't want to describe it. As a treat, i gave it an out of the blue appearance.. hehe . . It's better this way..

So chow for now...

There is something good in everything

There was a man saying always: everything is good… whatever is the situation or the event… everything is good
He was a friend of the king and he filled his life with these words
One day, and while they were hunting, an accident happened, and the king lost one of his fingers
Our man said: oh king! That’s a good thing
The king gets angry, and he put him without discussion in jail
Many years later, the king was in a trip, and he gets lost in the forest
On his way back, he was lost and the cannibals kidnapped him
They took him to their village. They placed him near the fire and started dancing
Suddenly, and while desiring to eat his body, one cannibal approached to him
to find what?!
He is not a complete man
he is without finger and they don’t eat incomplete bodies.
He asked his tribe to stop dancing
He is not complete. "Release the prisoner"
While going back to his thrown, crying all the way, he remembered his friend
He convicted him to stay inside the prison, while all along he was right

He goes back to him while saying: forgive me my dear friend, I jailed you all these years for nothing. you were right

The man asked his king: what happened?
The king told him the story…
The man smiled while saying: that’s good you jailed me all these years
The king gets angry again: what was the good in jailing you.Tell me

The man said: If I was not in prison, then I must be with you that time and I have a complete body.


There is something good in everything that is happening. You just have to wait and see.

The Greatest Lesson Ever Learned

There were two long best friends. One was as wealthy as any man could ever imagine, the other was well-off with being a carpenter.

One day, the carpenter had lost his inspiration of making houses. His friend saw the sadness in his eyes and decided to draw an imperfect house. He gave it to the carpenter and challenged him to make this perfect. A perfect house for one man to ease his loneliness.

Instead of feeling better, it had gotten worse. The carpenter thought... He strives living as a carpenter and gets no satisfaction out of it. Now, his friend wants him to build a house to ease loneliness. How could his friend be lonely thus he has every wealth a man could be eager so much. From that moment on, he saw life is so unfair.

The carpenter did make it look perfect but the materials he used was of low quality. He thought his friend could have the dream house he asked from the carpenter but soon enough his friend would experience losing it. "Now, when that time comes, let's see what you could say about loneliness", he thought.

When all was done, finally shown it to his friend. It was so amazing. After awhile the carpenter spoke,"Well my friend, I made this perfect so you would forget about the loneliness you feel."

His friend responded, "That's great my friend. I know I could trust you. We've been friends for a long time and after all of that, I'm giving you this house which you made and you deserve."

A tear fell down from the carpenter's face and he doesn't know what are those for.


In all of our actions, we must do what is right. You may never know you might live in the reputation you have created.

WAla lang mapost binuang

“To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.”

Words when spoken could sometimes be forgotten but when written then you know what happens.

It's one of these nights when I'm just sitting there and staring at point blank walls. I wanted to do something but I don't know what. I felt sadness scraping my veins. It made me drop a tear for nothing.. really.. for nothing. I don't know why I should feel this way.

Maybe, it's these feelings that I keep on bothering myself to pay attention to. This may be the reason why I'm feeling this way. I keep on tramping down my mood for something I don't even know exists. For something I don't know would still be worth of my "wasting" time.

I'm sleepy and i hope im right in saying, All I need to enjoy my time is a little kindness for the kindly kinds. ^_^

I've Learned that...

I've learned that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. The same goes for true love.

I've learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.


I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I've learned that you can keep going long after you can't.

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.

I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I've learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I've learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many years you have lived.




I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do love each other.

I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.

I've learned that two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different.

I've learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

I've learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you you will find the strength to help.

I've learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I've learned that the people you care about most in life are sometimes taken from you too soon

The Sinking Island of Love

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
"Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."
"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,

Love asked Knowledge, "Who Helped me?"
Knowledge answered, "It was Time,"
"Time? But why did Time help me?", asked Love.
Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom answered,
"Time helped you because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."


You may never know how much you love love until you get there to the finish line.

Sharing My Deepest Thoughts

There comes a time when you must stand alone. You must feel confident enough within yourself to follow your own dreams. You must be willing to make sacrifices. You must be capable of changing and rearranging your priorities so that your final goal can be achieved.

Sometimes, familiarity and comfort need to be challenged. There are times when you must take a few extra chances and create your own realities. Be strong enough to do your best in making your life better.

Be confident enough that you won't settle for a compromise just to get by. Appreciate yourself by allowing yourself the opportunities to grow, develop, and find your true sense of purpose in this life.

Don't stand in someone else's shadow when it's your sunlight that should lead the way.

At times, life may seem like a dark clustered room. You feel tight and there's nowhere left to run. Then, you are entirely wrong. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. You just have to stick to the idea that in everything you do, you will make it through.

Forget the past because it holds you back. Look for what's up ahead, because that's your future. Remember, a car just needs it's headlights while traveling on a long dark road at night to get to it's final destination. It may never know what is up ahead hence it knows where he is going to.

- and the journey continues on.