well lets count count down the BIG 5
5.first time i held a gun (when i was 19.)
4.first hug. (when i was 15)
3.first time i was stabbed (when i was 20.)
2. first time i was shot. (when i was 22.)
1.first time i had to shoot someone.(when i was 21 .)
Monday, October 22, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Neruda Dances In The Dreaming.
“Tonight I write the saddest of lines”
I hear this verse
again and again in my dreams .words are a currency rarely spent in the Dreaming.
“Write for example the night sky is shattered and the blue
stars shiver in the distance “
This rings out. The Dreaming Shifts to a land of winter the
sky filled with memories, all ablaze shining like so many bright diamonds in
the dark night of the Dreaming.
“The night wind revolves in the sky and sings”
The cold breeze numbs my skin .her voice is haunting in its
beauty sending shivers down my spine, shivers that have little to with the
cold.
“Tonight I write the saddest of lines.”
A pen is in my hand, until now unnoticed, I write under an Infinite
sky.
“I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
The words flow from the pen like blood from a wound.
“Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed
her again and again under the endless sky”
Even in the land of the Dreaming when her lips touch mine
the smell of the ocean washes over me like a wave. The taste of salt is overwhelming.
“She loved me and sometimes I loved her too. How could
someone not have loved her great still eyes?”
Her eyes are dark pools reflecting the broken lights of memory;
they are rimmed with crystal tears glittering as the fall to the sand.
“Tonight I write the saddest of line’s to think that I do
not have her .to feel that I have lost her.”
The Waves wash away the marks of her passing.
“To hear the immense night, still more immense without her
and the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.”
The echo of her sobs fill the Dreaming .thought is lost
there is only sound.
“What does it matter that my love could not keep her? The
night sky is shattered and she is not with me”
The Sun strikes the edge of the Dreaming….
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Navel of Creation
The Epic Words "Belly Button"
Have you ever thought really thought about belly buttons? I
mean reallllly thought about them? When I was a little kid about 4 or
5 I could think of little else. I would wonder why I had an Inny and
not an Outie (About 90 percent of
humans have innies.). When I
was bored I would make up stories about how lint got in them (my best one was
that it was the tooth fairy's lint trap and she was drying her wet laundry in
our bellies.).I wondered some much about this simple part of me and now looking
back I could not tell you why. from time to time I would work myself into
a panic because I thought my belly button would come untied and all of my
insides would come spilling out of me ( I would find out years later that this
could not happen so please don't panic.)
it is a
little known fact that the navel is actually a Scar and it is quite conspicuous
in humans other animals belly buttons tend to be smoother and
flatter, often nothing more than a thin line, and are often obscured by fur
(well some people have enough hair on their belly for this little fur fact to
be true for them as well.) another fact about the umbilicus is that the
Japanese thinks that navel acts as a "symbol of center where
life begins" and even have a annual belly button festivals (Heso Matsuri) and even
a Belly Button Dance called Heso Odori . Even the earth
has a Belly Button I mean people don't call it the Belly Button of the earth
they call it "Navel of Creation" or the”Axis Mundi“.
So with some many Belly Buttons
out in our galaxies I
am just surprised that people don’t talk about them more.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Tonight I Write ....
I write to you
tonight faceless children of the dreaming in hopes of telling you a simple
tale, More of a Hello than a epic tale really .One of the most important things
a story teller can tell is his own story because knowing the story tellers tale
adds the weight of that tale to every other story they ever tell .now I tell
you mine, I tell it to you in hopes of finding common ground because I have
been many things a sinner, warrior and
more often than not I have been a fool and this humble rant is spun more out
thoughtless hubris than any real hope of enticing the imagination.
I find that in
this day and age the art of the introduction
has become outdated become unfashionable (which is strange for me as I think it
is one of the most important things a person can do .) if you will. My Name is
William Wright I have been on this earth for 29 glorious summers (I always
think of myself as a child of summer my first memories are of summer and strangely
the Ocean .)and during my many summers I
have lived in many places many of them are outside of the dreaming places where the Fae do not dare to tread
cities of cold iron and bright midnights (more that a few of the great cities
of Asia , Europe and North America .) .
In my youth I was a
student and in many ways I still am (having
said that I am still in university .) when I grew to manhood I became a warrior and
for many years I felt that is all I was . it took many years for me to see how foolish that was (people are
never just one thing they are so many things you would lose count if you ever
were foolish enough to try and count them.). Now i like to think of myself as many things but the first among those things is that of a storyteller ,and now i will tell you many things children of the dreaming things that i have seen first hand wonders of the world ,subjects as old as time its self .
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