It’s been a restless few nights. I was hoping for some peace at last, but it did not come. Drowned in memories, I failed to bring myself into the arms of sleep. Wrapped in my blanket, I laid awake, with my eyes closed, thinking of times long gone.
From our lives’ beginning on
we are pushed in little forms
no one asks us how we like to be
in school they teach you what to think
but everyone says different things
but they’re all convinced that
they’re the ones to see
We could wander in the garden of eden baby
We could anything tonight, maybe
We could even touch the sky
if we just get up on our feet and try
We could wander in the garden of eden baby
I’m only happy when it rains
I’m only happy when it’s complicated
And though I know you can’t appreciate it
I’m only happy when it rains
You know I love it when the news is bad
And why it feels so good to feel so sad
I’m only happy when it rains
As the last words of my prayer departed from my lips, I could feel the darkness wrapping around me. I was still there, but the blanket over my eyes brought the revelation of my prayer’s acceptance. My Lady was there, I could feel her, stronger than ever. I tried to rise, but the acceptance brought something new.
Avalanche is sullen and too thin
She starves herself to rid herself of sin
And the kick is so divine when she sees bones beneath her skin
And she says:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C’mon baby can you bleed like me
So … the time is near. One of the most popular and well-known fantasy series since “Lord of the Rings” is near it’s presentation on the Big Screen (hereinafter known as TBS). The Dragonlance Chronicles by Margaret Weiss and Tracy Hickman have long been on the storyboard for movie-making yet no producer dared to invest the time and money needed for a three-film endeavor. Until now.
I was taking a questionnaire from the British Council the other day when I stumbled upon a question that read something like this: “Who do you consider has influenced your way of thinking the most?” and then, a box to write some names. Now that is an interesting question, isn’t it?
As I stepped into Chiara’s great temple, I could already feel her presence. Our lady is everywhere and anywhere. You can already feel that Chaos does not reign here. Here is peace. Here is solace. Here is silence. Here is death. I am Home.
Now we’ve traveled far
But are we any nearer?
There’s a feeling we’re reaching for
In the fields where it all began
Listen do you hear?
I thought I heard a promise
But that empty feeling grows
And I’m scared that I will forget