In The Dark Dreamtime

The beast is beginning to rear its head and spread its maw again. I gather and don my armor, grasp my weapons in hand, stand forth and prepare for battle once more. But when I walk forward and stand in challenge, gaze up at the face of the beast and hold my weapons for death, I gaze into the eyes of that beast and find that I cannot slay it…or be slain by it. My hand holds, my will hesitates, my thoughts lift and in that lifting there is the realization that the beast cannot be slain by me becau… Continue

Thinking mostly about the past 16 year, about how I've been talking and writing to people, and not a damn one of them has ever really been listening to what I've been saying. The word "patronizing" comes to mind so often now that I really thing that I'm starting to be invisible. Alone isn't really a nice state of being. Cats listen, but they don't give a damn so long as you feed them and keep their crapper box cleaned and have a convenient lap for them to crash in every once in a while. I'm star… Continue

Of this thought would I have my beloved know and be aware, that within me there lives tow great loves for her that are eternal.

One is the love that is born of friendship. It soars fee and wild and joyous and I would have it no other way. For no chains can bind it nor can any darkness blind it and it is freely given.

The other is the love that is born of hope and dream. It now is to be forced back down into its prison deep within the abyss beyond the wall behind which it must be hidden. For th… Continue

Erotic is when you have two whose beings are so totally and so perfectly entwined that you cannot tell one from the other or where one begins and the other ends, when even they themselves can no longer tell and in fact, no longer care.

I wonder if Mephistopholes felt this way when he awoke from his dream of peace, like a cup emptied of what it was meant to hold. Perhaps it was a cup that wasn't mean to hold what he wanted it to hold...or maybe even one that refused to hold what he needed it to hold.

Mephistopholes was a fool. He was one of those who dreamed and everyone knows that dreamers are fools, especially if they dream that things can be good for them, or happy for them.

I sometimes wonder what kind of feeling Satan ha… Continue