The glitter of the green
and the shimmer of the blue
cast shadows on the sky
as the dragon walks with you.
"May I eat that sand?"
says the dragon to the box.
"May you may you may"
says the cardboard who has pox.
"Why, I thank you from the deepest
home of all my hopes.
Far deeper, too than all who flew
and placed the greatest popes."
"Then for that, I surely grant
you welcome for your kind.
For as I speak, I surely mean,
to give you more from mind."
"Farewell to thee
from you to me."
"Good-bye to you as well."
"I give you grace
to hold your place."
"I leave, but never to tell. "
Friday, February 15, 2008
A stranger
On my first day of school at Mary Walker, I felt very much like a stranger. I didn't know my classes, my teachers, or any of the students. I had to walk into each room and just become part of the class as nonchalantently as possible. No one knew me, so I was instantly separated from the group, and unable to escape the unfamiliar sights, sounds, and stereotypes.
Feeling excluded wasn't something I like, but it was something I was used to. Being an open-minded girl in the South, and a California-born rocker, I can understand, and better reciprocate and adjust to the feeling of exclusion.
The effect of my experience was added to the effects of my many other experiences that have accumulated over the years. I have been coast to coast, and everywhere in between, and now have a better view and appreciation for others' views, opinions, and beliefs. I wouldn't give up the knowledge I have gained, nor the unique challenges I have had to face and conquer. This experience has allowed me to better accomodate myself and those around me to allow for the least amount of controversial friction.
Feeling excluded wasn't something I like, but it was something I was used to. Being an open-minded girl in the South, and a California-born rocker, I can understand, and better reciprocate and adjust to the feeling of exclusion.
The effect of my experience was added to the effects of my many other experiences that have accumulated over the years. I have been coast to coast, and everywhere in between, and now have a better view and appreciation for others' views, opinions, and beliefs. I wouldn't give up the knowledge I have gained, nor the unique challenges I have had to face and conquer. This experience has allowed me to better accomodate myself and those around me to allow for the least amount of controversial friction.
The Rede
The kiss of dawn was gentle, but the hold of winter was not. No souls wandered then save for a small orphan child. He knocked on doors in hopes of receiving one small gift. It didn't mean much, but it was all he wanted for Yule.
" 'Cuse me sir, could ye possibly be-"
"Bugger off! Bloody Heathens." the man said as he slammed the door.
Boy dropped his eyes and thanked the closed door.
"Ay. Blessed be to ye on this Yule."
Having reached the end of yet another street, Boy scuffed his worn blue shoes in the snow.
"Lady, please help me find my way on this dark night. Blessed be the kin to ye, and the kith to the kin."
Turning the fourth corner of the night, Boy tripped on a small bundle. Scooting over cautiously, he peered into the flap. Seeing nothing, but sensing much, he gently picked up the bundle and lifted the top layer of cloth. Inside was a leather-bound book with interesting shapes on the cover. Picking himself and the book up, he knocked on the closest door.
"Ma'am, I just be wondering if this book belongs to ye. "
He pointed to the corner and continued.
"See, I tripped just there, and thought mayhap it belonged to ye."
The young lady looked long and hard at Boy before finally opening the door wide. He looked at it hesitantly, but a strong wind came up behind him. He took the hint and stepped forward.
"Dear child, would you like some tea? It'll help with that cold of yours, surely do."
"Er, Yes Ma'am. I thank ye and send a blessing to ye Kith and Kin."
The Lady raised an eyebrow and offered his cup.
"You speak of Magicke, surely do. What knoweth thee of these ways?"
"Ma'am, I speak only what I know in my heart. No home or a house, but heart I have."
"Ye learn from no one, but speak true. Ye have a wise soul indeed, surely do."
"Ay, " Boy replied sheepishly.
"And a strong mind as well. I like ye, surely do." She said with a smile.
"I thank ye ma'am, but as not to impose upon ye, I shall take me leave. And blessed be for taking in a scoundrel like meself on such a night."
"Well, if it really be in ye heart to go, I'll let ye. But I have grown rathe fond of ye, surely do."
Boy stepped and turned around, facing the Lady. Looking her into her eyes, he sent a thought to her.
"Please ask me to stay. I'll not ask, and I'll not beg. But I too have grown fond of ye."
Lady tilted her head slightly and smirked.
"I hear ye plea. Please stay with me. I have a room ye could use, surely doo. Would ye like that?"
"Do ye mean it ma'am? I'll be sure to help with all the chores, and keep to me duties."
"I would love to have ye here, surely do."
Boy thanked her again, and bowed.
"Lady, may I ask ye a question?"
"Of course, surely do."
"What is the writing on ye book?"
"Dear child, the book now belongs to ye. It needed a new owner. I 've learned all I can from it in me own time. Now it belongs to ye, surely do."
"But ma'am, how did I come to own the book?"
"Little one, the book comes to whomever is chose by it, surely do."
"So does this book explain what I have asked meself many times?"
"It very well could, child. It has answered many questions for many people in it's time, surely do."
"So these-"
"They are called Runes, child, and they are the language that Our people have used for ages, surely do."
"Our people?"
The Lady walked over to one of the three bookshelves in the room and pulled out a large blue-bound book. She opened the cover, and the book opened to the correct page without further assistance from The Lady. With a quick scan, she found the line she wa searching for and set the book down on a table that wasn't there.
"Ay, this be the page I"m looking for, surely do. Thank ye, Book."
Turning to Boy, she looked into his eyes and pointed to where he should read.
"See here child? There be more like ye. Ye have a Magicke Soul, and a powerful one indeed, surely do."
"Lady, ma'am?" Boy inquired, nervously.
"Ay?"
"I not be knowing how to read." He replied bashfully.
"Ay? Well, if that be te case, I'll have to teach ye."
With a smile and a flourish, she waved the book back to the shelf, and continued.
"Boy, there's supper to be done, and teaching to commence. If ye wish to stay here, I wish to return ye company with lessons in the way of the Lady and Lord. We'll start on the morrow, surely do."
"Ay, Lady. Blessed be, and good sleep."
"Good sleep to ye too, surely do."
And with those final words, Boy found the gift he had been waiting for all along:
A Friend
" 'Cuse me sir, could ye possibly be-"
"Bugger off! Bloody Heathens." the man said as he slammed the door.
Boy dropped his eyes and thanked the closed door.
"Ay. Blessed be to ye on this Yule."
Having reached the end of yet another street, Boy scuffed his worn blue shoes in the snow.
"Lady, please help me find my way on this dark night. Blessed be the kin to ye, and the kith to the kin."
Turning the fourth corner of the night, Boy tripped on a small bundle. Scooting over cautiously, he peered into the flap. Seeing nothing, but sensing much, he gently picked up the bundle and lifted the top layer of cloth. Inside was a leather-bound book with interesting shapes on the cover. Picking himself and the book up, he knocked on the closest door.
"Ma'am, I just be wondering if this book belongs to ye. "
He pointed to the corner and continued.
"See, I tripped just there, and thought mayhap it belonged to ye."
The young lady looked long and hard at Boy before finally opening the door wide. He looked at it hesitantly, but a strong wind came up behind him. He took the hint and stepped forward.
"Dear child, would you like some tea? It'll help with that cold of yours, surely do."
"Er, Yes Ma'am. I thank ye and send a blessing to ye Kith and Kin."
The Lady raised an eyebrow and offered his cup.
"You speak of Magicke, surely do. What knoweth thee of these ways?"
"Ma'am, I speak only what I know in my heart. No home or a house, but heart I have."
"Ye learn from no one, but speak true. Ye have a wise soul indeed, surely do."
"Ay, " Boy replied sheepishly.
"And a strong mind as well. I like ye, surely do." She said with a smile.
"I thank ye ma'am, but as not to impose upon ye, I shall take me leave. And blessed be for taking in a scoundrel like meself on such a night."
"Well, if it really be in ye heart to go, I'll let ye. But I have grown rathe fond of ye, surely do."
Boy stepped and turned around, facing the Lady. Looking her into her eyes, he sent a thought to her.
"Please ask me to stay. I'll not ask, and I'll not beg. But I too have grown fond of ye."
Lady tilted her head slightly and smirked.
"I hear ye plea. Please stay with me. I have a room ye could use, surely doo. Would ye like that?"
"Do ye mean it ma'am? I'll be sure to help with all the chores, and keep to me duties."
"I would love to have ye here, surely do."
Boy thanked her again, and bowed.
"Lady, may I ask ye a question?"
"Of course, surely do."
"What is the writing on ye book?"
"Dear child, the book now belongs to ye. It needed a new owner. I 've learned all I can from it in me own time. Now it belongs to ye, surely do."
"But ma'am, how did I come to own the book?"
"Little one, the book comes to whomever is chose by it, surely do."
"So does this book explain what I have asked meself many times?"
"It very well could, child. It has answered many questions for many people in it's time, surely do."
"So these-"
"They are called Runes, child, and they are the language that Our people have used for ages, surely do."
"Our people?"
The Lady walked over to one of the three bookshelves in the room and pulled out a large blue-bound book. She opened the cover, and the book opened to the correct page without further assistance from The Lady. With a quick scan, she found the line she wa searching for and set the book down on a table that wasn't there.
"Ay, this be the page I"m looking for, surely do. Thank ye, Book."
Turning to Boy, she looked into his eyes and pointed to where he should read.
"See here child? There be more like ye. Ye have a Magicke Soul, and a powerful one indeed, surely do."
"Lady, ma'am?" Boy inquired, nervously.
"Ay?"
"I not be knowing how to read." He replied bashfully.
"Ay? Well, if that be te case, I'll have to teach ye."
With a smile and a flourish, she waved the book back to the shelf, and continued.
"Boy, there's supper to be done, and teaching to commence. If ye wish to stay here, I wish to return ye company with lessons in the way of the Lady and Lord. We'll start on the morrow, surely do."
"Ay, Lady. Blessed be, and good sleep."
"Good sleep to ye too, surely do."
And with those final words, Boy found the gift he had been waiting for all along:
A Friend
uh hayngin'z uh cumyn
tytin yur feengurs ye flee bittin wench
eets nawt kwyt ryt wyth thu mud-trawden trench
yur tree ees too showrt
and yur rohp joost too sawft
thee mud gun joost eet uhp
yur pryz frum thee lawft
ahnd joost wun more theeng frum a' bawtum o' my hart
owr son's raypin men, ahnd yur dawters a tart
eets nawt kwyt ryt wyth thu mud-trawden trench
yur tree ees too showrt
and yur rohp joost too sawft
thee mud gun joost eet uhp
yur pryz frum thee lawft
ahnd joost wun more theeng frum a' bawtum o' my hart
owr son's raypin men, ahnd yur dawters a tart
Phairytails are Phunny
wary eyes do fol
____________low the words of a song
just as brothers do
_______________guide those bards all along
never a tear should
________________be shed down your cheek
for a curse to be laid
_________________on those who are meek
yet always do happen
__________________such sad songs of pain
as ever will fall a good
__________________hail with the rain
all shadows will follow
___________________the hail in the storm
and their brothers will
___________________dawn on those of bad form
eyes of yours glisten as
___________________the shadows do wail
of lost pain and regret of
____________________all kicked the pail
beggin' a pardon as I ramb
_____________________le some more
but happily I thank ye for r
______________________eading my lore
____________low the words of a song
just as brothers do
_______________guide those bards all along
never a tear should
________________be shed down your cheek
for a curse to be laid
_________________on those who are meek
yet always do happen
__________________such sad songs of pain
as ever will fall a good
__________________hail with the rain
all shadows will follow
___________________the hail in the storm
and their brothers will
___________________dawn on those of bad form
eyes of yours glisten as
___________________the shadows do wail
of lost pain and regret of
____________________all kicked the pail
beggin' a pardon as I ramb
_____________________le some more
but happily I thank ye for r
______________________eading my lore
Eyes
where has it gone
that laughter and joy?
that light in your eyes
you had as a boy?
I miss that one smile
that no one could see
it felt like you happy
was all just for me
the hiding in kitchens
and trips to the shows
are forever in cupboards
where noone will go
so many firsts in
memories we share
lost in the history
in God knows where
And oath to the devils
to curse those who though
we'd last forever with
love naught to rot.
that laughter and joy?
that light in your eyes
you had as a boy?
I miss that one smile
that no one could see
it felt like you happy
was all just for me
the hiding in kitchens
and trips to the shows
are forever in cupboards
where noone will go
so many firsts in
memories we share
lost in the history
in God knows where
And oath to the devils
to curse those who though
we'd last forever with
love naught to rot.
The built in beat of a buried beggar
the resounding
Beat of
my heart
Bangs
as it
Begs for more
more of us
But you say
no, never again
Buried are days
of fun and joy
Building our
"future" and
Buying more
time
Bygones are
false and the
Brotherhood
was a lie
Baby I love
you forever
But why?
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