Ok, so, here's my first one.

Ok, I used to be on Xanga, back in High School, but now Xanga is dead, so I am here. I will slowly repost some of the more important or defining or funny/whatever posts until I get something new and good. So, enjoy, maybe......take it for what it is. (oh, and the whole, "but these flowers" thing, there's this dream, it had flowers and it wasn't good. So, I'll post that one later and it'll make more sense, again, maybe)


March 1st, 2008

Ah, and so it begins again.....and where it stops...but these flowers....

(Introduction necessary? I didn't think so. This is me. For real. And this is you. The Real You?)

It dwells on me to speak. And truth be told, the truth is hard put to be spoken truthfully by one truth from whom the Truth is hidden. It is here and then it is gone. Like the paths on the other side of the awen, hazy mist obscures, just as my mind obfuscates its intent. It dwells on me but the dwelling is not understood. The Raven croaks a throaty note but it is not for me, the bell that tolls. It is Royalty beyond royalty calling me to what I am. King Raven here I am, give me something! As the doomed man in Hades ever reaches for the ever retreating moisture, so does my soul ever yearn to be moved by the yearning of the First Mover. Yet again it is the misunderstanding corrected rather than the understanding that sharpens the mind and so my writ is thus. To those who understand through the misunderstanding of the that which is written, perhaps you now see. To those who do not understand, then perhaps King Raven did not intend for the misunderstanding to know the understood, at least not yet. Or as it could be, this truth has misunderstood the understanding and therefore has not understood the Truth so truthfully told.