It’s is not the end and it is not the beginning.
But the stress won’t let the room stop spinning
And so I’ll take a brake to rest
And wish you all the very best

Alone she sat to write her tale
By candlelight as the moon shone pail
Outside the wind blew through the tree
A chilling wind born out at sea
The words she wrote as to confess
To try and still her restlessness
Her story began to flow like waves
Its meaning cold like ancient graves
Up she rose to make some tea
About the time the clock struck three
With cup in hand she went outside
Down to the shore to great the tide
Her snow white gown glowed in the night
And soon her figure was gone from sight

I'm in some sort of an oddball mood lately, maybe it's because I am getting over a cold. I mean to write more but am a bit low in the time and energy department.
Hope you are all doing well

Painted walls with crimson fairies
A window to a world so scary
Lock the door and crawl outside
In the garden is where you hide
Free you are to find your way
Fear you feel and want to stay
Off you go by moonlit night
Soon the house is gone from sight
On the path you walk along
Now your fear is all but gone
You see a town alive with light
With sights and sounds to your delight
In its streets you wander 'round
Empty streets, no one is found
A crowd’s laughter now fills the air
You find them by the old town square
They laugh and sing and dance so free
Round an ancient Hemlock tree
You walk into the busy square
The people stop and start to stare
They gaze into the moonlit sky
You turn away not knowing why
Walk on down to the rivers edge
And stand upon a wooden ledge
The air grows cold, you long for sleep
You turn and sway as you grow weak
Safe at home you wish to be
The moon now hides, it’s hard to see
If only you knew how to get home
Instead you’re lost and all alone
Then up ahead you see a light
It guides you till your homes in sight
Through the window into your room
Through the window into your bed
An angels hand now stills you head
Her gentle light kept danger away
Safe in your heart is where she’ll stay

Rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated. It was in fact my dear friend who had taken ill. I am referring to my compete of cores, who was just now returned to the land of the living. I wish that I could have my broken parts exchanged with new ones as easily as was with him, then my life would be considerable different then it is now. I see another old friend of mine has been lurking in the shadows, I’m talking about you djrolla. It was a year ago this month when he decided to shut down his journal and make for distant shores. He’s popped in from time to time to say hallo and I would like to wish him well and tell him that I miss him. I miss my friend Lulu as well; we used to chat often till she herself took ill. I’ll try to start writing again like I used to, and I do plan to start posting my comic in the future as well, it’s just a little difficult to find the extra energy after expelling so much of it at work. Till then I’ll wish you all well.

 
Sometimes what others see is just a pail reflection of who we really are. I look into the murky water to see myself through the eyes of others but lean too far and fall in. I hate it when that happens…

Father time was at my door step again today with a friendly reminder. The calls came in from friends and family to congratulate me into a new brother hood. Some have already joined and other as still on there way. My father was so very happy that I have passes into my third decade of existents. Yes it has finally come to pass, I am 30. I remember a year ago how I marveled at the passage of time; how events from 10 years ago as still so vivid in my mind. I have done and seen a lot in the last 30 years, and I am curious what the next 30 have in store for me? I can’t even imagine; so I the mean time  Happy Birthday to me and Happy Easter to all of you out there.

Want to write down everything
Feel like writing about nothing
Days at work are long
Long like cold winter nights
Time moves on and I feel old
Old as the shore on which I stand
The sea breeze is gentle and warm
I can feel spring approaching
The sun begins to descend
And I feel peace and tranquility
Time to myself; away from the chaos
Away from bright lights and laud noise
I wish I had more time to myself
Time to think, time to reflect
Soon the chaos will consume me again
But for now, there is only silence