Here, dog.
A common phrase made uncommon
in the light in which they were spoken.
Silently, and unbidden.
It was peaceful.
That’s what I was told.
A peaceful, well deserved finality.
From all descriptions it sounds like it was.
If only I could hear you say so, I could end end my wondering.
If only I wouldn’t have missed
that meeting you say we had
so shortly before you left, then you could have told me so.
It was peaceful.
I’m sorry I didn’t make it there.
I simply didn’t know.
No one let me know the plans.
I’m sorry.
It was peaceful is all I know now.
A meeting in the dark of night under that big, old oak.
The dogs gathered around to lead you home.
“Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year has gone by and how little we’ve grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, with each flicker of the candles on the cake, we know it’s not to be, that for the rest of our sad wretched pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably; happy birthday? No such thing.” — Jerry Seinfeld
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MURDERED MAGICIANS
Come riding faster on me
Twice as clear as Heaven
Twice as fast as vile rain
crossed the countryside
S A T O R
A R E P O
T E N E T
O P E R A
R O T A S
Keep the world rolling
Keep the fear from upon us
I hear the horns of Hattin blaring
July 4th, 1187, Saladin glaring
Body to body under Acre’s stone
At Nazareth the Master slipped
Put our heads upon the Muslim’s ship
and sent out fate away
Fool Gerard set my brothers down
Franks slain, strewn ‘cross the battle-town
Shi’ites make sad humour
Gnostic, Cathar, Manichean, brother
Illuminati, every one
ROSA, bless the fallen soldier
Arepo, keep us rolling on
French Philip feels no pity
French justice holds the Templar-check
French death, my magical brethren,
deals our final blow
Baphomet come to save me
Pick me off this strappado deck
Put out the fire upon my feet
and take the weights from me
The Kilmartin slabs half-eroded
Eighty swords stand only half-corroded
Secret Order-brethren under fire
no more
Subtle Knight, once sturdy, proud
Sworn upholder of Turin’s Shroud
Face to face under St. Michan’s now
OK, so it gets colder elsewhere. So, sue us.
DIRGES FOR LORELEI
Mother sang lamentations of the long-driven road from the only home she had known. It was the time of bloody Knoxian iconoclastic rebellion. A religious coup that he Fathers of St. Francis thought to endure even until death separated them from their far-away beloved Assisi. Mother told all in clips and phrases, at one time or another, and Lorelei remembered one the best. Cry for lost brothers, Panir and Panoz.
Lorelei did cry, sitting by the carved-rock memory of the brothers, atop the falls now bearing their names. The billowing mists seemed to show Mother’s face, serene and loving, but singing sorrow-hearted dirges for her broken lover with her soft Irish lilt. A lilt the kind that makes the little people stop and weep, for just a bit, and later ponder human frailty. Little good that did Mother, sweet Lady of Mourning, or her newly dead prince. Now the peasant prince was only a heart-bound memory and a body on the pyre. If only he hadn’t stepped in just the wrong place for a simple Scotsman’s sweeping claymore. Cry for the beloved.
Cry for Love, and for Loss. Also, for never knowing why. Then, for Mother all the more each time she rises from the mists, and sings for hour upon hour beautiful dirges for Lorelei.
DCHJ
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“To perceive Christmas through its wrapping becomes more difficult with every year” — E.B. White
How in the hell did this:
Alicia Keys – Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart (live)
get topped by this?:
Susan Boyle _ I Dreamed a Dream
Tags: Alicia Keys, Billboard 200, Susan Boyle
“Christmas is the Disneyfication of Christianity” — Don Cupitt
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drawljournal.com
This guy shows pure leadership skills, determination, and winning attitude on the field, and off.
http://bleacherreport.com/articles/308271-college-footballs-unsung-heroes-matt-szczur
Tags: championship, FCS, football, Szczur, Villanova
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