Enthusiasim

Well, here I sit sick. I seem to have finally succumbed to the cold that my siblings had last week. So, what am I to do while my head pounds and my throat aches? Why, write of course!

I suppose we’ve known each other long enough (or not) to let you in on a little tidbit about myself:  I am quite sorry to say that I am a hopeless Enthusiast. Ok, I can see that you haven’t a clue as to what I am talking about.

To put it plainly, I am quite easily excited about new/old things that I come across and can end up seeming like an obsessive. But I’m not. I struggled with myself this year when I began to worry about my seeming ease as becoming obsessive over something I like. Do not fear for your safety! I have, as of yet, never obsessed over a person. It seems that my strong love of something leans more towards dead authors, musicians, period dramas, and books than it does actual people.  But, as I was saying, I decided to diagnose myself seeing as I knew for a fact that I was not and am not an obsessive.

I term it: an Enthusiast-Who-Takes-Action.  One interesting thing about my Enthusiasm is that it takes action (pity the person who tells me that they wish they could go to that concert….for I will find a way!). Many a pay check has been spent in buying up all of Jane Austen’s books, all of John Keats’s works, or on that stray concert I just HAD to go to.  And I will pull any and all in with me!

Yet, the saddest part about being an Enthusiast is that at some point the great excitement and enthusiasm slows down to a mere simmer. You suddenly realize that you don’t really want to live in Narnia. That the Lord of the Rings movies are NOT the best movies ever made. That Jane Austen is a dead authoress who will not rise from the grave to write one more book.  That the Phantom of the Opera was a bit of an obsessive stalker. That your life dream is not to play the guitar on street corners.

But one only thing makes an Enthusiast happy – the friends who egg us on, join us on those crazy adventures, buy those over priced concert tickets, and all in all make life as an Enthusiast-Who-Takes-Action worth it. So here’s to you my friends – I raise my glass!

With lots of craic, sniffles, and coughes,

~Aithne Someris~

The Chasm of the Future

I stand at the edge of a chasm

My steps halted by uncertainty

My eyes unable to behold the bottom

The future could be lofty

The future could blossom

But for now I stand

Stuck upon the sand

Frozen in quiet confusion

Unsure of my next step

Awaiting a sign

Two options are spread before me:

One, to build a bridge

Across this chasm of life

To the other side which holds

Stability?

The second is more daring:

To leap

Into the darkness that encroaches

My eyes look down below:

Is the darkness fear?

Or is it death?

The ruining of my soul?

Or the creation of a life lived to the full?

I being to pace

The edge of this canyon

Threatens to swallow me up

I search for guidance:

A word

A sign

A picture in the sky

To leap or to build a bridge…?

(not really sure if this is done yet....)

~Blindness~ >>>------------> Expanded to video version!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0xkaHufFCA

I recently found the Windows Movie Maker on my computer and I've taken to playing around with it. I decided to spend the last two days trying to get my poem 'Blindness' to pictures and music, which ended up being harder than I thought! Buuuuut, this is what I got. Be nice; it's a first try!

But please, go ahead and check it out - let me know what you think....I may do another one but use different music for it. Still working on my movie making skills.

Bits & Pieces

Well, here are a few scraps of poems that have never really been finished....or maybe they have and I jut don't know it yet.....

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~The Future ~

Blinding in brilliance, yet full of fear

My heart beats faster as it draws near

So high to climb yet far to fall

My life is but a flicker on this celestial ball

 Before a plan was always held

Every step already decided and beheld

Now the road is gone

My feet are now frozen in the bog

My eyes veiled by heavy smog

Reluctance joins with anticipation

My journey started with hesitation

I feel bipolar in my joy

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Straining against the ties that bind us here

On this celestial sphere

The divine magnet pulls us near

Pleading with us to hear

Throbbing, my soul draws to him

With luminecent face

Christ wipes away my disgrace

Bringing about from ashes - lace

With eyes unveiled, I gasp in awe

The Lord smiles at my open maw

Laid out are His wonders

Beauty and splendor without number

A thousand splendid summers

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~ Good & Evil ~

Evil stirs, sure to inflict burns

A tower of light, to be seen in the night

Truth and love, all of the above

One dark lord will bring the sword

One King of Light will fight the good fight

The fight brings a clash, then a slash

The dark lord seethes, lies he flings

 Light shines forth truth, lies it will smooth

Darkness creeps forward, ever moreward

And yet Light prevailes, ever on it sails

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~ The Darkness Assails Me ~

Long taloned fingers grasp my head and heart

For a moment they latch on, tearing at my soul

But He raises in my defense - throwing them from me

In righteous anger He banishes them

Turning his face to me He sooths my terror

I am secure in His arms - His hold will not fail

I tell Him all, and emotions flicker over His face

Joy, pain, laughter, hurt, pride, and sighs

"Stay ever with me" He repeats to me

"Keep my letters close to your heart" He says

"Clutch My words deep within your soul" He pleads

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The rest I fear is not worth getting on here. I hope to have some more new stuff soon!

~The Pen~

~ The Pen  ~

Scratching across the page

A best friend in the worst of times

Repeating my words and rhymes

My heart flowing from me in black lines

An instrument of my soul

Meets with paper to make music

Lyrics of my thoughts

Yet, unable to fully relay my words

To their complete meaning

I stop

My pen raised my in hand

My brow wrinkled in thought

I begin to chew the end, till

I smile again with a new thought

Scratch goes the pen once more

Again the meeting of the pen and paper

Give off satisfactory results

The words become me

And I become the words

With only the pen between us

My grip tightens and my heart expands

Before my eyes the hand and pen become one

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