Currently Listening From the Sky By Ryan Farish see related

- "Joy"

In Case You Were Wondering...

I AM:  still tired of working midnights.

I SAID: I need help.

I WANT: to get out of my Depression.

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

I HATE:  feeling like I do.

I MISS: the inner Peace I had so long ago.

I FEAR: never finding my way back.

I HEAR: Words of Absolution.

I WONDER: where the starting point of forgiving myself truly lies.

I REGRET: my ignorance.

I AM NOT: alone, anymore.

I DANCE: with the Devil by the pale moonlight.

I SING: when I know the words - and my "therapist's" praises.

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.

I SHOULD: be able to find a professional source, next month.

I START: Healing again, as of yesterday afternoon.

I FINISH: my current Regeneration cycle in the Mental ward when and only when Ira and I can agree on it (but it's his to put forth the initial motion).

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 see True Light and feel The Source again.

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 working on "me."

"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!!!!

Currently Listening A Very Special Christmas - Vol. 5 By Macy Gray, Wyclef Jean "Christmas Day" by Dido see related

"Long Overdue for Christmas"

A young gentleman I know all too well was laying in his bed

with his eyes closed, but he was not yet asleep.

I have watched over him everywhere he’s gone since time out of his memory.

I stood at the foot of his bed the whole time, but I made sure he did not see me.

His mouth was moving and sound was barely leaving it.

His blue eyes were red from lack of sleep and crying earlier in the night.

His lips trembled with his hope falling and quietly despairing.

His heart was in what he spoke, which is how it has always been.

His voice was soft, but his words still carried the strength that will keep.

And the last words I heard him say before he fell asleep were:

"May my Faith in myself and my fellow Man return to me on Christmas Day."

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The Night will come where he won't sleep, and be so excited

over his favorite holiday and sparkling snow that just qualifies for “deep.“

The Patron Spirit for Children young and old will pass through

and leave him the answer to the young man's wishes.

His parents know, his Sister knows, and his Best Friends

all know what Christmas does for him and will do for him.

And I say the Light illumine him for all that he does to earn

those Blessings of True Peace, Love, and Happiness.

And the last words I heard him say before he entered the World of Dreams were:

"May my Faith in myself and my fellow Man return to me on Christmas Day."

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And the last words I heard him say were all my Hopes for him, for that Day...

Faith in yourself will again be yours, my Love, on Christmas Day.

Faith in your fellow Man will again be yours, my son, on Christmas Day.

Redeem your Soul and Spirit for the year to come, my Friend, on Christmas Day.

Your heart is saved and whole again, my child, this Christmas Day.

Your mind can be at ease; clear from the dark that was: it's Christmas Day!

By the Graces of the Creator and the Light of the World: you are reborn through Christmas Day!