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Currently Listening Total Eclipse of the Heart By Bonnie Tyler see related

"Neither Lunar Nor Solar"

He’s getting torn asunder. 

Time and time again, he expects to never see the light of Day again. 

Once again, his blue eyes are looking mace-sprayed with red. 

Now and again, he feels like the 1000 have left him; never coming back again. 

All over again, he’s terrified and he forces his imagination 

to remember the Hope he gets from your eyes. 

It’s only temporary. 

It’s only a temporary solution. 

Oh, shades! - His heart!

Here we go again. 

This time, the medicine makes his dreams fiercely lucid and something wild. 

Hope against hope, may he stop being taunted by his Twin’s shade in Tel’aran’rhiod. 

It was bringing him down, for he only sees the good in the other’s Soul. 

He’s going mad and mad as hell, as he gets turned around. 

“I would never do any of that to you, in real life!”

“Why am I doing any of that to you there?”

He could have used you there, that night. 

He needs you now; more than ever. 

You could hug him with all of your might; 

don’t worry about breaking him in half forever. 

How he’d love to believe things will be all right. 

Maybe, you could figure out what’s wrong; together? 

He doesn’t want to find the end of the line. 

The help he needs is somewhere beyond his sight. 

He doesn’t know what to do, and he only sees it getting dark. 

He’s tired of living. He’s tired of dying. 

Won’t someone intervene, in the name of the Light?

Forever’s too long to fight. 

Never’s solution isn’t right.

Your eyes: Hope and Spirit… 

His eyes: pray for them both… 

To turn it around, he knows those dreams misrepresent what’s real.

No matter what, his gratitude is Eternal that you are there and

continue to semi-unconditionally accept him “for all that I am.” 

By his Oath, the feeling is Mutual, and he’ll take even the worst of you he can stand. 

Please, bring him around; you’re his best chance 

to be helped back into the Light and see his challenges through. 

No “permanent solutions to temporary problems.” 

Be steadfast for infinite resolutions to get through finite trials. 

Once upon a time, he knew fully a thing they called “Peace.” 

Now, he wonders when it will start. 

What under the Light should he do?

His star is going nova, again. 

Once feeling every part a Knight of the Light; 

now feeling left to the Void and all that is the Dark. 

All has been seen by the Word; there’s nothing left to be said. 

All he can hear in his heart is “turn around, bright eyes.” 

Supernova, goes the star…

Currently Listening Bringing Down the Horse By The Wallflowers "One Headlight" see related

"Light the Way"

Long enough ago that I don’t remember when: it was then that I knew I’d never be the same again. It was the catalyst that meant I could sell my cave to Fred or Barney. Instead of listening to overprotective good intentions of the maternal, I now hear the Word’s representative’s interventions of the fraternal. I’ve never gotten fully-accustomed to waking on the Moon and nodding off into the Sunrise. For almost ten years, I have broken the natural law of overnight slumber. I hope to sleep at dark again; long before Social Security goes under.

I do not think my time a waste. I put my better foot forward and hope neither will go to waste. So they last longer, I seek out the Patron Saint of Feet and Podiatric Fetishes at his charming place. It will hurt so much, but after he’s done - not even a little. The effects don’t last forever, but the reprieve is our endeavor. I wonder if an apprentice is somewhere without that can learn this discipline from him, though I’ve had my doubts. Until then, me and the big fella meet at his home for therapy. Thanks to the Light…

If I say that it’s cold, then listen up. Because I am the last to think and say that it is so. Two Green Christmases in a row; where the hell was all this snow 2 months ago? Born under blizzard conditions; 29 years later, I’m fearing ungodly road conditions. Mother Nature wants to ice over my Birthday’s parade route. I discover fast enough that a path is cleared for me; good thing, because I’ve long since had enough of slip-sliding away. Where is the key that will unlock the door to my 29th wish come true? The actual day sucked, aside from the knowledge that I still had Friday and Saturday to get through. That Sunday was a dream. I saw Giant men win and heard Patriotic losers scream. It meant very little to me, because Cubs are hibernating, and Bear Season is longtime dead and buried. Like a Batman out of Hell, I flew to get the festivities underway. Nothing was supposed to touch this day. I was spinning my wheels, wondering if I’ll get to find asylum sometime today.

I strive to ignore the cold, as my Olds barely manages to heat me up. I turn on my Batmobile v3.5, and offer thanks that she hasn’t given up. Its new-car smell is 8 years gone, and nearly 50,000 miles have been put on. At forty miles each way, what I earn and put in my gas tank just burns away. In about a week, I’ll be working somewhere else. I pray to the gods that I’m not just exchanging Hells. A change of venue could still mean no longer on the folk’s land and become all at sea. Since money doesn’t grow on trees, I will look into the hospitality of the Seven Seas.

“The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.” If I get to sail away, it still won’t qualify as “too far away.” I’ll write to you from everywhere I go. When I’ll be shoving right off for home again, you’ll be the next to know. I’ll miss a lot of people from where I feel at Home. All the same: we will meet again, by the Graces of the Creator and the Light...

Currently Listening My Private Nation By Train "Calling All Angels" see related

"Children of the Goddess: Light a Candle"

These ARE February 1st Holidays:

Imbolc/Imbolg/Oimelc (Wicca) - Go to:   www.wicca.com/celtic/akasha/imbolclore.htm

                Symbol of Imbolc

Brigmid (Druid Festival)

Serpent Day (Celtic)

Candlemas Eve - Go to:    www.web-holidays.com/candle/index.asp

Imbolc, (pronounced "IM-bulk" or "EM-bowlk"), also called Oimealg, ("IM-mol'g), by the Druids, is the festival of the lactating sheep. It is derived from the Gaelic word "oimelc" which means "ewes milk". Herd animals have either given birth to the first offspring of the year or their wombs are swollen and the milk of life is flowing into their teats and udders. It is the time of Blessing of the seeds and consecration of agricultural tools. It marks the center point of the dark half of the year. It is the festival of the Maiden, for from this day to March 21st, it is her season to prepare for growth and renewal. Brighid's snake emerges from the womb of the Earth Mother to test the weather, (the origin of Ground Hog Day), and in many places the first Crocus flowers began to spring forth from the frozen earth.

 1/31 eve to 2/4 eve: Mid-Winter/Groundhog's Day/Candlemas--Festival marking the transformation from death to life - the beginning of the agricultural year, awakening of hibernating animals, and return of migrating birds and fish. Observed with a candlelight procession to bless fields and seeds, recognition of newborns, and contemplation of life.

In Gaelic this holiday is known as Là Fhèill Brìghde nan coinnlean which translates as "The feast day of Brìghde of the candles". Bìghde is Bridget of Kildare, the Celtic goddess of fire, the hearth, smithy, fields, poetry and childbirth. She also gives blessings to women who are about to marry. Women still bear her name on their wedding day to honor her. They are called [a] Bride for the day.

On the feast day, Bridget would visit and bless homes. If the sun was seen on this day winter was over but if the sun was hidden behind clouds winter was still to come. In the British Isles, spring is already on its way. Flower buds are poking through and the greenery is returning. Milk begins to flow in the udders of cows and sheep as they ready for the birth of their offspring. Older pagan names for Candlemas include Imbolc and Oimelc. Oimelc meaning "milk of ewes" and Imbolc translates as "in the belly" (pertaining to the earth).

Currently Listening Elton John - Greatest Hits 1976-86 By Elton John "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" see related

"Christmas Rapture"

Christmas rapture -

noun

1. the carrying of a person to another place or sphere of existence; laden with emotions that cover the whole spectrum; occurring during the Christmas season.

(Contributing source: Dictionary.com)

When I think of those glittering lights; cold & snowy nights, and me either sleeping

tight or getting the job done right: I know that Christmas is in the aire.  All my

Hopes that Nicholas will be stopping by, as he continues to look past the fact that

I am as awake as he.  Tonight, I sit here experiencing déjà Noël, once more.  I've

been feeling a bit hazy, this season.  My Family is all over this holiday, while I'm

searching for my malfunction's reason.

What will save my Faith tonight, while my Soul goes bare?  I speak to no one in

particular, though I hope the answer is out there.  Grizzly evil had its Hook in me,

in the first third of the year.  Insanity had me bound and gagged, "postal"-bound;

with watering eyes.  Sweet freedom was growing impatient, until the paper finally

turned pink.  I was free to fly.  I was relieved to tell my "Sister" that it was no lie. 

I told Jack, "Okay.  Bye."

I realize the night nears its end, and I'm praying for the plausibility of white dust

over the next 24 hours.  I'm sitting by the Front Desk window; thinking a White

Christmas is a dream.  It's time to shed myself of the haunts that are my yearly

antisocial scenes.  There are 7 days until Father Time strikes up the band, and it

will be "last call" for 2007's sins.  It's working on 6 o'clock in the morning.  Light

of the World!  "Listen to what I say."  I'm ready to go home for the last sleep

before Yuletide traditions ensue, and I hope something saves me in time.  Thank

the Light, music of the season is on the air.

Blessed be the likes of me, a little more than seven Christmases ago, the gods

great & wide granted me a lifelong wish.  They introduced me to someone who's

saved my Life more than once, since.  His influences have allowed for my

affluences.  We're hooked on each other's entertainment values.  I am bound to

rebound because of Souls the likes of his in my Life.  My Faith in myself and my

fellow Man are free to soar.  It can go past the sky's limit!

I will carry on with my Hopes restored.  I know deep in my heart that I can hold on

to the likelihoods of brighter sides.  I will hang on for another planetary ride. 

Come Christmas Morning, I'll be in my Olds to take me home to my Family. 

"Someone saved my life tonight."  Something saved my Soul tonight.  I'll save my

strength for going out to play amid the falling snow.  2008 is eight midnights

away.  I'll be placing a few calls to say "Happy New Year!"  A dozen times over,

my steadfastness was tried.  My Eternal Gratitude to all whom helped me turn it

around.  "Happy Christmas" will not be a whisper, but an outspoken cheer!  I'm

alive with fresh holiday Spirit.  I've been saved for the next Quantum Leap Year. 

Someone prayed for me a Silent Night...

Someone gave my tunnel's end some light...

I love you all, as you've saved my Life, in time for Christmas Night...