Soft whisper in the dark of night
Warm embrace to banish fright
Enough to last until the day
When away thy love must stray
Off to life or school or work
To the "real world," full of murk
Sweet love to last that whole day long
Until begins once more the song
To dance, to love, to laugh, to play
To live is right, ignore the fray
Pray for peace and love all kind
Approach all things with heart and mind
Dance lightly, that thy feet be safe
With passion, though, and full of grace
Be truthful with your body, love,
To lie is to offend the dove
Love fully, that thy life be whole
Reach the heights, fulfill thy role
Lover, friend and l
water -
willing, waiting, wanting,
drinking, guzzling, drowning, flooding,
over, under, all around
yelling, screaming, finding, facing
'ternal light in endless dark.
source of life, or cause of death,
ever bound on winding whim.
never still and ever after -
cruel creature, true to time.
only time and nothing less,
never rhyme or nothingness
water, water everywhere,
or so the poet said.
desert, desert everywhere,
and now the water's dead.
In the rain I wallow in the guilt that I've dispersed,
Pondering the life that up 'til now I have rehearsed.
Yes, 'til now it's all been fun, but here I take the stage
Ready to debut my act, to release the inner rage.
The anger overflows and seeps; the fire burns within,
Building towards the curtain call, the climax of my sin.
Wherein I leap and dance and sing; the stars go 'round and 'round
The enemy, betrayed and lost, is never to be found.
A morbid tale this is, I know, but still, the end's so sweet.
Darkness lives eternally, and never will retreat.
Light lives, too, beyond the cave, but that's no comfort now,
You're in m
Flying through the air:
Observing life, luminous and fair.
Creation in all its magnificent glory,
Each life with its own unique story.
Love and laughter, joyous sound,
Brilliant energy flowing all around.
Seamless in beauty, free and fresh with delight,
Light and flowing, softer than a puff of cloud,
Iridescent over the horizon, soon gaining night.
And then the stars will sparkle and glisten,
Families everywhere settle to learn and listen
To tales from elders, old and new;
And the stories of life from those who already flew.
Until they settle to sleep until dawn,
Bedding down like a newborn fawn;
Delicate dreams of li
Noise
Echoing through a crowded room
Cacophony...
And then....
Voices separate,
as the brain learns to differentiate.
A child in the corner wonders,
"burger... or chicken tenders?"
His mom chides,
"Something healthy, dear!"
The child sighs, returning his gaze to the pictures on the menu.
In the middle of the room, a party reigns.
Queen is the birthday girl!
6 going on 16... such a tender age...
She is surrounded by family and cheering.
Hugs.
As the restaurant staff files out singing,
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy...."
All the while carrying a cake with candles, just f
I dream of peace and hope and love, though All the skies are red.
How can I dream of happiness when all the light seems dead?
Homeless die on city streets while passers walk on by
Rape and murder, bitter tears, though you never see them cry.
Dont look away dont see it now it isnt really there
The masochist in man returns and doesnt seem to care.
Each life is sacred, so they say, but now these lies are gone
Strip it down just to the bones, this shit continues on and on.
Pillage, plunder, anguish, hate, the new and better way
Ignore the fear, create new fate, a new morality for a new day
Continue th
HERO
What is a hero?
some people believe a hero is someone who dies in battle
others believe the hero is the one who survives that battle
still others call those who survive terrible illnesses hero
or the people who travel all over the world
educating people about their various religons
teaching the "uncivilized people" the "light" or the "true path"
or are the heros the people who survive
terrible humiliation such as rape or molestationñ
and stand stronger
not for the experience, but because of their survival
could the real heros be the members of the peace corps
the people who go to third world countries
and tea
Questions and Nonanswers by faeriechick, literature
Literature
Questions and Nonanswers
What can I do to mend this wrong
Wrong...
Who is to determine that which is right and wrong
Is life based on love?
Or is there something else?
Searching, searching
for a way to sneak through the webs of deceit
Not deceit, but expectation
These webs have barbs,
poisonous barbs,
which long to sink
painfully into tender flesh.
Tomorrow is a new day,
or so the wise ones say
It seems to be just another day
Another day haunted
Another day scared
Another day longing
for the love of one apart
An Ideal, no real person.
And what man
can hold a candle to a dream.
Perfection is unattainable,
yet always attempted
Is infini
Soft whisper in the dark of night
Warm embrace to banish fright
Enough to last until the day
When away thy love must stray
Off to life or school or work
To the "real world," full of murk
Sweet love to last that whole day long
Until begins once more the song
To dance, to love, to laugh, to play
To live is right, ignore the fray
Pray for peace and love all kind
Approach all things with heart and mind
Dance lightly, that thy feet be safe
With passion, though, and full of grace
Be truthful with your body, love,
To lie is to offend the dove
Love fully, that thy life be whole
Reach the heights, fulfill thy role
Lover, friend and l
water -
willing, waiting, wanting,
drinking, guzzling, drowning, flooding,
over, under, all around
yelling, screaming, finding, facing
'ternal light in endless dark.
source of life, or cause of death,
ever bound on winding whim.
never still and ever after -
cruel creature, true to time.
only time and nothing less,
never rhyme or nothingness
water, water everywhere,
or so the poet said.
desert, desert everywhere,
and now the water's dead.
In the rain I wallow in the guilt that I've dispersed,
Pondering the life that up 'til now I have rehearsed.
Yes, 'til now it's all been fun, but here I take the stage
Ready to debut my act, to release the inner rage.
The anger overflows and seeps; the fire burns within,
Building towards the curtain call, the climax of my sin.
Wherein I leap and dance and sing; the stars go 'round and 'round
The enemy, betrayed and lost, is never to be found.
A morbid tale this is, I know, but still, the end's so sweet.
Darkness lives eternally, and never will retreat.
Light lives, too, beyond the cave, but that's no comfort now,
You're in m
What are all of these feelings
that I am carrying, locked inside?
I am being tugged by opposing forces
... one for the positive
... one for the negative
I want to work hard and achieve my dreams
but yet I don't
What holds me back?
What pushes me onward?
Others say that it is fear
I don't know what I think.
Could I be afraid of my past
or the times that are to come?
Am I afraid of failure
or is it the idea of success?
Anger, confusion, fear, exhaustion ñ
that is my internal world.
On the outside, I try to look impassive,
if tired
I laugh with my friends
but it doesn't seem like real laughter
I smile and talk
but it
Freedom.
What a fascinating lie.
Some people believe that they are truly free,
that their existence is not eternally dictated.
After all, what is choice but freedom?
But a choice is not truly a choice,
particularly for those who are afraid.
And everyone is afraid of something.
Some people are simply afraid of spiders ñ
others of sex, people, open spaces, even love.
Many fear death,
that they will not wake up in the morning.
None of these fears are based on reason, ñ only instinct.
Is it not instinct by which one decides to eat? Drink? Sleep?
What choices can one make that have not been
somehow manipulated by the c
Questions and Nonanswers by faeriechick, literature
Literature
Questions and Nonanswers
What can I do to mend this wrong
Wrong...
Who is to determine that which is right and wrong
Is life based on love?
Or is there something else?
Searching, searching
for a way to sneak through the webs of deceit
Not deceit, but expectation
These webs have barbs,
poisonous barbs,
which long to sink
painfully into tender flesh.
Tomorrow is a new day,
or so the wise ones say
It seems to be just another day
Another day haunted
Another day scared
Another day longing
for the love of one apart
An Ideal, no real person.
And what man
can hold a candle to a dream.
Perfection is unattainable,
yet always attempted
Is infini
HERO
What is a hero?
some people believe a hero is someone who dies in battle
others believe the hero is the one who survives that battle
still others call those who survive terrible illnesses hero
or the people who travel all over the world
educating people about their various religons
teaching the "uncivilized people" the "light" or the "true path"
or are the heros the people who survive
terrible humiliation such as rape or molestationñ
and stand stronger
not for the experience, but because of their survival
could the real heros be the members of the peace corps
the people who go to third world countries
and tea
Hello, world.
I'm going to be in Germany, first in a suburb of Munich (Gröbenzell), and then in Eichtätt, until August. I am having a wonderful time here, but would like to meet some people. So if you live in the Munich area or know someone who does and are willing to meet a random person from the internet somewhere, hit me up!
(Seriously. If anything bordering creepy happens I am so out of there.)
Anyway, if you're interested, I have a blog of my experiences: faeriechick.blogspot.com
Tschau!
Eleanor
No, really, I actually mean happy holidays. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Solstice (Yule/ Midwinter), Happy Kwanzaa, Happy whatever-else-people-celebrate-at-this-time-of-year. Oh, right, happy END OF FINALS!!
Since I'm Wiccan, I kind of get tired of people wishing me a Merry Christmas all the time. I don't mind, really, since it's the joy of the season and all that, but it's rather irksome to get told about Jesus all the time. I know. He was born. Got it. I did go to church for the first almost 14 years of my life, and now I go to a Catholic university. I'm pretty good with the whole "understanding Christianity" thing, at least the
...but it sucks out your soul.
20 Credits is a lot, did you know that? I love all of my classes, though.
I can't believe the term's almost over (6 weeks or so left).
My brain is a little dead, but soon it will all be over.
Microeconomics shall hopefully not kick my ass.
If only I had time to actually hang out with people. That would be fantastic.
Woo! So, I just thought I'd update my ridiculously old Journal entry.
bis Später, alle!
Moi