wolven7 | Happy Muh-Fuhn birthday to me....

So, it's about 2 am, here on the East Coast, and it's now 2 hours, and 44 minutes away from the Hour of my birth. Soon. Soon. My family, both biological, and otherwise, continues to surprise me. A sister of mine gave me a painting of two wolves. My grandfather gave me a wolf t-shirt, from Alaska. My mother gave me a foil etching oh a wolf, with shaman feathers, and a wolf bookmark, with a Mother Theresa quote, on it. I'd swear they planned these things...

Here's the Horror Scope, for my Birthday:
Today you might be thinking about your property and your home, Wolven. Maybe you have been considering buying a house. You could be discussing options with realtors and visiting different properties. Or you could be thinking about moving to a new apartment. It's time for you to make some changes to your living environment. Even if you just decide to re-decorate, you'll feel better! So don't allow your home space to discourage you.

That's... not mockery... That's encouragement... The HEll?! But it's right. I can't let the Places I Am, dictate the Ways I Feel. I can and will be Me, every and anywhere. Whether you like it, or not. Damn i'm itchy. i think i accidentally touched the fiberglass, in the laundry room. Yes, there is Fibreglass, in the Laundry Room. NO, i don't know why. But any way... Have some poetry.

A Poem (To My Family)
Where are the lives of Few?
What about Injustice
beackoned so?
How, in all the chances for life,
did they manage to find themselves
without Home?
Without Guidance?
Contact?

A Brother and Sister,
ages away,
may long for something,
throughout their lives,
and, never knowing the other
exists,
miss out on the Family, completely.
If she is shy, and he
is searching,
what, then, will bring them together?
how to assure the finding, and is it enough
to simply want companionship (Family),
with the whole of your heart?

There are we few
who send a call.
A memory of Feathered Wings;
a life of Purpose and Name.
And, though we are few,
and our Loneliness can be great,
our Kinship, our bondings,
can help us overcome.
(c)Damien Williams. All rights reserved.

So there's one of the poems i wrote, on the bus... the other will be written, when i return, tomorrow... *sigh* Such a good day, really. Such a great weekend. This is, perhaps, the Karmic balance for the shit i've dealt with, before? Perhaps. But that is not to ponder, now. I need to go wander around the silicon halls of the internet. "He wandered the silicon dreams, in the hall of Made Things, and whispered to them of other machines that had dreamed, long ago." And with that, i'm off. See you all, soon.

Dream Well