It is finished.
It feels like I have crossed a million miles in such a few years...just from reading the books...but it is finished...and yet only just begun.
I'm glad my part as a reader is done. The story can continue in the circle it was created to be and I can rest knowing it will be and it will forever be.
My only regret is being unable to speak to the one who introduced me to the path, introduced me to the books and the muse that is always willing to voice a differencing opinion when it is needed.
It is a good day.
Friday, September 11, 2009
"A World Alone" - Saviour Machine
Love leaves the soul
Blood feed the man who stands
Alone in the grasp of the hands
That fornicate the land
That emulate the past
To infiltrate a man to tear his brother's flesh
Then drink his blood as we confess
Unto the crimes, we lay at rest
We lay at rest
Rest upon the hand, rest upon the fortress
Hold me in your arms, hold on to the dreams
And the cry to wipe away the tears
In a world that takes away the seeds
And takes away another
To fill its evil needs
In a world that takes away the dreams
When dreams deceive a man, insanity proceeds
In a world that's drowning in its lies
Which persecute his brother
For the color of his eyes
In a world that radiates the skies
Intoxicates the oceans
So watch it as it dies, Alone
No one is home, now one will answer the call
The cry, hear the cry
Comprehend the nature of your soul
The horrors of a child that slips into the night
Surrenders to the fight to find his senses won't reply
Unto the evidence he finds along the way
He dies along the way
My world has no more meaning
I've not much more to take
Hold me in your arms, hold on to the dream
And the cry to wipe away the tears
In a world that takes away the seeds
And takes away another
To fill its evil needs
In a world that takes away the dreams
When dreams deceive a man, insanity proceeds
In a world that's drowning in its lies
Which persecute his brother
For the color of his eyes
In a world that radiates the skies
Intoxicates the oceans
So watch it as it dies, Alone
Blood feed the man who stands
Alone in the grasp of the hands
That fornicate the land
That emulate the past
To infiltrate a man to tear his brother's flesh
Then drink his blood as we confess
Unto the crimes, we lay at rest
We lay at rest
Rest upon the hand, rest upon the fortress
Hold me in your arms, hold on to the dreams
And the cry to wipe away the tears
In a world that takes away the seeds
And takes away another
To fill its evil needs
In a world that takes away the dreams
When dreams deceive a man, insanity proceeds
In a world that's drowning in its lies
Which persecute his brother
For the color of his eyes
In a world that radiates the skies
Intoxicates the oceans
So watch it as it dies, Alone
No one is home, now one will answer the call
The cry, hear the cry
Comprehend the nature of your soul
The horrors of a child that slips into the night
Surrenders to the fight to find his senses won't reply
Unto the evidence he finds along the way
He dies along the way
My world has no more meaning
I've not much more to take
Hold me in your arms, hold on to the dream
And the cry to wipe away the tears
In a world that takes away the seeds
And takes away another
To fill its evil needs
In a world that takes away the dreams
When dreams deceive a man, insanity proceeds
In a world that's drowning in its lies
Which persecute his brother
For the color of his eyes
In a world that radiates the skies
Intoxicates the oceans
So watch it as it dies, Alone
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Ardency
Beauty which demands my attention,
my affection, my devotion,
my love, my sacrifice,
my being, my self,
my waking, my breath,
my beginning,
my breaking,
my end,
and this flimsy devotion.
Love which lifts my soul
from the shell within
to the heavens above
in the relentless resounding din
across the shoals of friction
to the reverberation in You.
my affection, my devotion,
my love, my sacrifice,
my being, my self,
my waking, my breath,
my beginning,
my breaking,
my end,
and this flimsy devotion.
Love which lifts my soul
from the shell within
to the heavens above
in the relentless resounding din
across the shoals of friction
to the reverberation in You.
'Dark Tower' Rant
This isn't looking good.
Mr.King is starting to scare me here.
All of the deaths so far have been meaningless. Unless he is planning to do some kind of massive twist he just wasted his MAIN villain...over nothing. The villain that has been in over a dozen of his books and the main antagonist of the hero was killed...in random happenstance...I'm confused.
On top of that...he spent an the fourth developing Roland's two childhood friends who obviously died before the main story started...and he doesn't even cover their deaths. Just happened to mention them in passing during a flash back about the battle of Jericho Hill...I was pleasantly surprised Sheemie was brought back...but seriously...I'm starting to get bitter over the fourth book being an entire flash back. My memories of Jacksonville is waiting a lot, eating doughnuts and wondering why the book had to be 95% flash back, 2% of a reference to 'The Stand' and 3% of a reference to 'The Wizard of Oz'...I'm guessing I missed something.
And the painful foreshadowing about members of the ka-tet dying...I honestly just wish he would leave some suspence...I'm already about ninety five percent sure my favorite character is going to die...in what I assume is going to be an unfulfilling and cheap death.
And what is up with the Crimson King suddenly becoming this 'tragic' character at the last minute? "Oh no poor guy has been locked in the tower and is going crazy..." Oh I'm so confused...
The plus side is I've enjoyed Mr.King including himself as a minor character in the books...that was an unexpected but pleasant twist. And the Harry Potter reference...the 'snitch' grenade made me giggle.
Oh well...I'm reading this slower than the other books...we'll see what happens...
Mr.King is starting to scare me here.
All of the deaths so far have been meaningless. Unless he is planning to do some kind of massive twist he just wasted his MAIN villain...over nothing. The villain that has been in over a dozen of his books and the main antagonist of the hero was killed...in random happenstance...I'm confused.
On top of that...he spent an the fourth developing Roland's two childhood friends who obviously died before the main story started...and he doesn't even cover their deaths. Just happened to mention them in passing during a flash back about the battle of Jericho Hill...I was pleasantly surprised Sheemie was brought back...but seriously...I'm starting to get bitter over the fourth book being an entire flash back. My memories of Jacksonville is waiting a lot, eating doughnuts and wondering why the book had to be 95% flash back, 2% of a reference to 'The Stand' and 3% of a reference to 'The Wizard of Oz'...I'm guessing I missed something.
And the painful foreshadowing about members of the ka-tet dying...I honestly just wish he would leave some suspence...I'm already about ninety five percent sure my favorite character is going to die...in what I assume is going to be an unfulfilling and cheap death.
And what is up with the Crimson King suddenly becoming this 'tragic' character at the last minute? "Oh no poor guy has been locked in the tower and is going crazy..." Oh I'm so confused...
The plus side is I've enjoyed Mr.King including himself as a minor character in the books...that was an unexpected but pleasant twist. And the Harry Potter reference...the 'snitch' grenade made me giggle.
Oh well...I'm reading this slower than the other books...we'll see what happens...
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
...my cat just walked up to me and hit my nose with his.
What sly cat behavior is this?
Also...I hate hospitals, insurance companies and doctors.
I do like rain, clouds and hugs.
Granted none of this makes sense when you blend it together into one topic...but the thought counts. What it counts as I have no flipping idea...but the numbers are going and someone needs to be jotting them down.
Hey you!
Are you keeping track of them?!?
What sly cat behavior is this?
Also...I hate hospitals, insurance companies and doctors.
I do like rain, clouds and hugs.
Granted none of this makes sense when you blend it together into one topic...but the thought counts. What it counts as I have no flipping idea...but the numbers are going and someone needs to be jotting them down.
Hey you!
Are you keeping track of them?!?
My math is spotty but I've crunched the numbers...the odds of any of this working out is astronomical...we shouldn't be...knowing one another...being able to exist...people overcoming selfishness long enough to do good and create...but the beauty is perhaps in how in the daily actions the impossible is overcome.
How often it is challenged and defeated.
That perhaps is a miracle.
Maybe the miracle we've been looking for.
How often it is challenged and defeated.
That perhaps is a miracle.
Maybe the miracle we've been looking for.
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