Peredhil

My wife comes in and wakes me up, (She needs to talk a while before she can sleep), Our whispering voices in the dawn of the night Often so lonely, she's held so she can weep. Perhaps my oldest thinks he's a vampire Or such his schedule shows. Such sensitive brilliance and creativity That I've no time to get to know. The second arises when the first descends Reluctant, for its school he'll dread. An artist, a poet, he's a break dancing b-boy Unless I chivvy him alone, he'll head back to bed. I've small break but not enough to sleep, When with cheery hug and blurry smile, (I wish his earnest heart I could defend - He's so desparate for best friend - Highly smart but lack of thrills He's too common-sensed for social skills) My youngest from his bed will bound. His hopeful goal to watch with me cartoons a while. It's after dawn, the sun has risen Hop into the car and begin the commute. Their faces look like they're driving toward prison As in and out of traffic I scoot. Now at work begin the day with data checks and reports to weigh The database work and Statistical coding be careful to write because of quoting Watch out for ad hoc queries and VB scripting, the meeting times are always shifting Arrange for supplies and run the slide show make sure the folks know where to go Run over there and interview verifying data through and through Touch a heart and mend a friend this constitution we will defend The day is done when responsibilities all met and then drive home into sunset. Throw together a dinner or scrounge around for whatever food might be found Don't slow down now there's homework to be done a Daddy's work is just begun There's only one computer that we all do share tomorrow your girlfriend will still be there Have you tried to call her? Oh her father's angry tonight; I'm sorry I know this really must bite. Really sorry but work's called the database is down, I'll need the computer to bring it around. You've a report that's due WHEN? I'm hearing this just now... why? Tell me again? No that's all right, I wasn't home lets get it done and just move on. Yes I love you but it's time for bed I'm sorry about your aching head No, you'll go to school anyway I'm sorry you didn't have time to play I'll try to spend fun time with you some other day Hugs and kisses and chasing all to bed Take a deep breath and empty my head Oh it's my turn now, check in at the Pen, and I still want to reply to that letter from Ben and I've been praying for them but I should send to my friends that I love a reminder that they're covered with prayers from above and if the portal will work I'll play my turns in TR and I wanted to study but my book is in the car and I think I'll leave the dishes for the morn and delete all this spam that is probably all porn and maybe I can ambush a love on Yahoo and get myself hugged by a friend or two and look at the time I'm back up in five hours, better polish my boots and set out towels for the showers; let me pick up the front room so it's not such a mess. Has Lilly gotten water or been fed let me guess My mind is really buzzing with so much to think; better wash those clothes that pile is starting to stink. The printer's out of ink? When did that happen? Let me push this all off to God and just tumble to bed, He always works it out when all's done and said. It's three hours later and my wife wakes me up...

I've caught parts of this before, and Wyvern plays a mix of Hip-Hop that even I like - and I'm an old Rock-n-Roller. I highly recommend this for anyone who is curious. You won't find some of these tracks played anywhere else (I've tried calling in and requesting some of my favorite tracks off the Poetic Justice CD). Note, some of the lyrics may contain offensive language (to keep them "Real"), but if you listen past that, Wyvern's selections always have a message to them. -Peredhil's two cents

All that rain and life's fertilizer... I'm expecting roses from you. Listen to Sweet Cherrie (she's much wiser) I add my welcome from the Pen too. Hugs When life has given up on you, don't believe it. When others are unreasonable, choose life. The only change in the grave is decomposition.

When you fly tomorrow, Prayers lift you. You won't die tomorrow - Oh no. When you fly tomorrow, Love supports. You won't die tomorrow - God knows. When you fly tomorrow, You will land Didn't die tomorrow, Come and post!

First, Welcome back. I think the repetition builds the feeling. I think this poem conveys the feeling of apology pretty well, myself. Maybe give her a link to this? *hugs*

Yay! It is NOT a bad thing to get angry when it is the right time and used effectively. Anger is better than fear any day. And the things you list are all things about which to be peeved. Go go go! Break free. If one of your jailers doesn't like the "new" you (they try to label and call names; guilt is in their tongues), then refuse to meekly put the shackles back on. Be aware, the most dangerous thing about freedom is that they is no one else to blame.

I *LIKE* this!!! The structure, the scheme, but most of all, the meaning. Amazing how many swans we have here - who still persist in comparing themselves to ducks and therefore failing miserably at "all the important stuff".

Oh Honey, I am SO sorry. The best thing about High School at the time was graduating - it is such a distorted society, driven by hormonal hell. The contrast between the relief of escape and being sucked back in just makes it totally worse. *huggles long and hard.*

I love haiku. I like this too. Of late, I find myself helpless to effectively help those I love, a stained sadness indeed.

The freedom from repeating the patterns of the past comes when you spit fear of the unknown in the eye, ignore your feelings, and choose to challenge the unknown. Someone as smart and sensitive as you can people the unknown possibilities of "what might happen if you dare" with nightmares far worse than the hell you currently know. If insanity is doing the same choices over and over and hoping for a different outcome, then it is fear that leads to insanity. Dare to be brave. It may lead to a new hell - but it might not too. It's worth trying. *huggles*

First, Welcome back!!! *hugs* Leaving behind the known to challenge the unknown is how I read this. It's sad that those left behind would fear to travel with you and stay behind rather than pursuing the light of your love and friendship. Or at least, that's what I receive from my reading.

Hobbles over and after a few tries, manages to lift his feeble old arms high enough to give Sweet Cherrie a reassuring hug. You are doing just fine, Missy! Why, when I was young, we wished we had books without pictures. Why we had it so rough... Wanders off into a rambling nostalgic reminiscing. Oh. Heh, heh, heh. Anyway. Your time will come soon enough!

(Vigil's post was sarcasm. *nods*)

nods heartfelt sympathy. Hugs Yeah....

Waves his hand. I remember Mr. Greenjeans. The Good Captain K. with his little train...

scored 22...

You know... I underestimated your linguistic abilities and poetic imagery. Sooo. Since I totally misread it, Let me look at it again in a way I normally don't do - critically. spend prolly should be spent. spend is current, spent is past. In John's embrace - this is what threw me! I prolly would've said, "in the john's embrace" - a definite article and not capitalizing the "J" moves it from someone's proper name (with all the connotations that "John" has for sex (a John is often the slang for someone who buys sexual services)), to the slang for a toilet! Having had a hangover with 22 hours of vomiting (don't ask), I vaguely remember thanking God that a john's porcelin was cool on my forehead, as I embraced it. For anyone who's been there, this sets up the "aha!" recognition of the after-drinking experience. The "didn't feel right"/"disgrace" lines amplify and support this *very* well. The second stanza is deja vu from my past all over again. You wrote this so well, that it *could've* been how I took it - but with much less straining to read into it, it perfectly states what it is! Good job.

*huggles* On two occasions, I've spent the night holding a woman with the promise of sex in the morning - if they still wanted it. On both occasions they woke up feeling happy, cherished, and without any guilt at all - and delightedly told me they didn't ever want to have sex with me. The need to be touched, if denied, kills babies. There are nurses in most modern hospitals whose only job is to move from baby to baby, ensuring they are held a certain amount of time each hour. Adults have touch needs too - but societies too often tell them that they must pay with sex just to have touch. Once the need is met, the guilt begins. There's a reason I hug so much, here and in real life. People need hugs that don't have strings attached. *hugs again*

Hugs delightedly, Happy birthday Black!!!

I wouldn't put a medical discharge at Basic as "kicked out" myself. There's no shame in breaking a leg, losing a testicle (don't laugh, I know a guy who did), or turning out to be bipolar - which is just like any other body problem, just scarier to those who don't understand it and think they do. Everyone has minor mood swings, and therefore think they understand - and it is NOT a lack of self-control, hypochondria, or any of the other myths I've heard. What I'm really proud of is that you tried Damon, to better yourself and serve your country at the same time. Breaks of the game, but bipolar doesn't prevent you from a number of other pursuits. My Dad and Uncle were dentist, my sister an instructor and actress, my Aunt a speech instructor/tutor for handicapped kids, etc etc. Heavily loaded family tree - which explains why I was misdiagnosed as bipolar myself. Which is why I can say that Lithium sucks. There's much easier things out there and too often they forget to check the thyroid levels (it removes iodine from your system). But anything that works is gonna be pastel. One of the issues is that bipolars push the highs as high as they can, 'cause it feels good. Then they pay with the lows, as low as they were high. But high or low, they feel FULL. Bursting at the seams. Well, enough rambies, sorry. The important thing is - welcome back home to the Pen. If you get a chance, you should come by and visit me.

See, the problem is that you're too smart and motivated. Lazy people are involved in all progress. They are highly motivated to find an easier way so they can take more breaks. Someone with motivation and intelligence can think of the hard way and make it work. Source code? boggles Hugs Yui-chan.

Or you can Edit the post you want to link, and copy the URL from the address bar. That's what I do. Peredhil the Lazy

*nods in agreement.* I'm afraid I put on 35 pounds in my chest and shoulders from doing push-ups. I had the worst time not laughing....

Awww. At least now you know. Bipolar is VERY treatable now days. It's just a biomedical condition. Combination of a med and learning how to deal with the swings. (Has a number of bipolars in the family tree) I'm still incredibly proud of you for signing up/trying. Sorry, but you're stuck with my respect.

Yay!!! Welcome back! *hugs* I'm so proud of you for competing something so hard. Hair will regrow. USE THAT COLLEGE MONEY!!! (Did I mention welcome back? Missed you.) *hugs* Peredhil