This dreary Prison holds you still
Escape - you must escape
Yet there are no doors - just windows barred
There are horrors at the gates
The cell feeds on your very soul
Inaction breeds its strength
You wish to break the chains that bind
Yet you see no reason - you see no reason
You sit and find yourself impaired
The passive mind does not think
Rise and test this cage of yours
You'll find a plethora of doors
And somewhere in this realm of horrors
You'll find the dawning of a dream
Embrace the dream and choose your path
Stand firm as demons glare
Choose where you walk lest devils guide
And lead you to their dreary lair
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Link: The Thoughtful Sensei
The above link goes to the aikido blog of L.F.Wilkinson sensei, a founding member of the International Aikido Alliance. I've been lurking around the website for some time, reading the insightful messages therein, and so I thought that I should link it for others to find.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
A cute plushy kitty
Bwaha. Time for the first (likely of many) posts about my cats, or specifically about one of my cats: Cara.
Cara is the younger of our two cats but, having a bit of maine coon in her, she's a bit larger than Goblin. She's black and exceedingly plushy. But she does not have very long hair, her hair is simply quite fluffy, she's like a little black bear-cat.
For the longest time she has been extremely skittish. We could never figure out quite why, but she would spend all of her time under the bed and nothing we tried would get her to relax. She would occasionally come to me, but never go anywhere near my wife.
Anyway, we moved recently, into a house with a co-worker of my wife and her two cats. Slowly, but surely, Cara has started coming out. She spends most of her time lieing about the room (particularly atop our fireplace mantle) rather than under the bed. It's very encouraging. In fact, the other day she actually walked up to my wife and let her pet her. ^.^
She's a strange, creepy little kitty, but we love her.
Cara is the younger of our two cats but, having a bit of maine coon in her, she's a bit larger than Goblin. She's black and exceedingly plushy. But she does not have very long hair, her hair is simply quite fluffy, she's like a little black bear-cat.
For the longest time she has been extremely skittish. We could never figure out quite why, but she would spend all of her time under the bed and nothing we tried would get her to relax. She would occasionally come to me, but never go anywhere near my wife.
Anyway, we moved recently, into a house with a co-worker of my wife and her two cats. Slowly, but surely, Cara has started coming out. She spends most of her time lieing about the room (particularly atop our fireplace mantle) rather than under the bed. It's very encouraging. In fact, the other day she actually walked up to my wife and let her pet her. ^.^
She's a strange, creepy little kitty, but we love her.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Wings
And for one of mine..
Wings
There are shadows over my eyes
And mist covers my mind
A haunting voice speaks to my soul
And silently my spirit dies
It is my dream to fly
But I have no wings -
And no Craft to make them
To be a spirit of the sky
Which never falters –
And it never dies
To stride across the world
Watching time –
Gladly letting it by
Sadly
I feel the power of the ages
And though near it seems -
I never seem to touch it
I hear rumors of Crafted wings
But of how they’re made –
I can find nothing
Nothing –
It is how my tale might end
Yet if I have power over Fate
I will change it
Destiny is a molded design
If one desired-
One might could fly
Under wings lie webs of secrets
Secrets which hold-
The aim of reason
And in reason there would lie
A dream of secrets-
And the Craft to fly
Wings
There are shadows over my eyes
And mist covers my mind
A haunting voice speaks to my soul
And silently my spirit dies
It is my dream to fly
But I have no wings -
And no Craft to make them
To be a spirit of the sky
Which never falters –
And it never dies
To stride across the world
Watching time –
Gladly letting it by
Sadly
I feel the power of the ages
And though near it seems -
I never seem to touch it
I hear rumors of Crafted wings
But of how they’re made –
I can find nothing
Nothing –
It is how my tale might end
Yet if I have power over Fate
I will change it
Destiny is a molded design
If one desired-
One might could fly
Under wings lie webs of secrets
Secrets which hold-
The aim of reason
And in reason there would lie
A dream of secrets-
And the Craft to fly
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