Back in the Saddle

I've been absent from this space for some time, so I wanted to check in, say hello and let you know that I'm coming back around. It was good to take this little break.

I suppose a lot has happened since I've last written here - but it doesn't seem so earth shattering to me. I'm back home. Back in Sidney. I'm jobless, again (ugh.) But the future doesn't look nearly so bleak to me as it did sitting in that empty apartment in Columbus.

Plus cleaning gives me a natural high. For the longest time, I didn't get it when people told me that cleaning the house could be a great stress relief - but when your material belongings are the only thing that you can bring order to, it helps to get shit straight. Plus scrubbing floors can convert plenty of emotional stress to physical strength. I suppose that it's all sort of empowering - kind of like cutting your hair, or shaving your face.

Mel, I'll get to that meme next time round. For now, I'm gonna hit the hay.

lots of love, folks,
-d.

saying goodnight

I'm gonna post some more lyrics - a bit different this time though. I wrote this song a long time ago - I was dealing with some strong emotions at the time, one's that seem to be revisiting me - and I felt like sharing.

Say some words for me if you get the chance.

-d.


A lullaby (my love)
Baby Jane's Song.

baby jane, how are you
deep inside your mother's womb?
a crimson light bright shining,
so soft, beautiful and new
go to sleep now darling,
worry not your pretty head.
a father's love can't save you
from a mother's decision.

baby jane, how are you,
on this dark summer's night?
are you ready to go on now?
forget my love. forsake this life.
I finally know what pain is
I know what hurt can cost.
a brand new life so precious -
so easy made, forever lost

sleep my baby
sleep a-bye baby
forever sleep. . .

baby jane, how are you
lying deep beneath an elm?
I come to say I love you
and to show what I've found -
our love will last always,
trouble come, what may;
one day I'll see your smile
as the tears run down my face.

sleep my baby
sleep a-bye baby
forever sleep.

no savior

Moth - OtR

same old question
without words
so familiar
seldom heard
if I answer
I confess
I am only
just a guess
and with my eyes
it's hard to see
with my ears it's
hard to believe that
if I ever lose my will to live
it was me that I could not forgive

there's no savior hanging on this cross
it isn't suffering we fear but loss
this is closer than I ever came
just a burning moth without a flame

isaac's knife can
cut away
all the poisoned
yesterdays
and the anger
ease it down
into the ocean
let it drown
as far as east is
from the west
I let you go
I know it's best
and my answer to the years of strife
is the way I choose to live my life

there's no savior hanging on this cross
it isn't suffering you fear but loss
when there's no one else around to blame
you're a burning moth without a flame

maybe I should take your face tonight
let you see yourself in a different light
if you were to take my place tonight
wouldn't jesus be surprised

there's no savior hanging on this cross
it isn't suffering we fear but loss
this is closer than I ever came
just a burning moth without a flame
it's an offer that you can't refuse
it's a trophy that you'll want to lose
but you'll do anything
anything
you're a burning moth without a flame

. . . .

This song has been running through my head today. Almost like I needed to hear the words sung. And when I put in my copy of Amateur Shortwave Radio, the cd player automatically skipped to number 5.

Spooky, I know.

-d.

checking in

just stopping by to say hello. . .and to tell you that if you're not visiting these sites, you should.

The Huffington Post : This is simply a group of informed bloggers including men and women of congress, journalists and entertainers. Often better than the news.

Real Live Preacher : This fella is funny and poignant. And not what I would call a 'traditional' Christian - but a Christian all the same.

Timothy McSweeny's Internet Tendancy Lists : Pure hilarity!

and finally Questionable Content : quite possibly the best Internet comic out there (stepping in the shoes of greats like Schulz and Davis.)

Happy Reading!

-d.