Apr. 5th, 2010
Forever Spring
Apr. 5th, 2010 01:29 am
"Doesn't it bother you?"
Her incorporeal companion asked,
"To see your time usurped?
To see your name stolen
And used for the gain
Of worldly power?"
She looked beyond the stained glass,
The golden ornaments,
The gaudy vestments,
The empty chants,
And saw the eyes of an expectant
Smile at the face of a newborn.
"My time has always come.
For seekers of influence
And the innocent, both,
I do what I do."
She replied, smiling gently
(And a thousand flowers bloomed;
A thousand eggs ignited with life).
"I simply do what I do."
Through the stout doors
Beneath the rich, carven arch,
Souls went on their way.
Mounting poisonous beasts,
They rolled over the stone-not-stone
Of suppressed growth,
To lives bought with life.
For a brief moment,
Her old friend thought he saw
A flicker of uncertainty
In her ever-youthful face.
This is not good.
This is, in fact, bloody-well pissing me off.
This makes a lot of my favourite activities difficult. (Go on, get the sniggers over with, I can hear you...).
Guitar is just about manageable when it is just my right hand. If it's my left hand, even MY amateur pluckings are right out of the question.
And, yes, writing/typing is a bugger.
Ah, well.
On a happier note, Nat stayed over last night and helped us with J & D's chocolate frenzy today. We had a damn-fine lamb roast dinner, even if, as head chef, I say so myself.
Nat, C and I watched '9' last night. Excellent Tim Burton fare and the brainchild of the imaginative Shane Acker (Fantastic big screen debut, Shane).
Had a go at Fable 2(?) at Nat's this eve. Must keep an eye out for a PC version - very immersive.
Anyhooo, the day is catching up now so it's beddy-byes for this G.O.M.
'Night-night, interweb land .