Monday, October 26, 2009

Another Finn-ian rant/poem...

Yeah, I know I'm not hot, I'm more like lukewarm
And when I say I'm Luke-warm, I mean I'm a little dark side, a little light side
I'm a little on the fried side, not too much on the bright side
A little on the little teapot side, yeah, here is my handle
And you can find my spout - spout off some nonsense
Make no sense, bad sense of time, bad timing
Dead living and bad rhyming

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


One-hundred written words
One-hundred fucking fears
One-hundred pointless posts
One-hundred terrible tears

One-hundred quivering quartets
One-hundred blameless blasts
One-hundred silly songs
One-hundred painful pasts

One-hundred darkened days
One-hundred little lights
One-hundred pitiful poems
One-hundred forgotten fights

One-hundred daring dreams
One-hundred misty mates
One-hundred waking wonders
One-hundred brilliant baits

One-hundred little loves
One-hundred angry acts
One-hundred cunning crows
One-hundred fiotional facts

One-hundred killing kooks
One-hundred grand girls
One-hundred funny friends
One-hundred prose pearls

Here's to another hundred!


In the time before time, there was God.
And God made Heaven, which was the Shining City, which was the place where the angels were. And the angels were the Sons of God and the Songs of God.
And God made the Chaos, which is the Wyld, which is the Darkness, which is all that that tempts and lurks at the edge of Creation.

And in the City which was Heaven, the angels danced with one another and within one another for they were all the Songs and the Song of God. And their dance became work and their work became play and work once more.

And their work made the Foundation, which was the place where all things were perfect in themselves and mighty and pure, and their work made the House, which was the World of men.

And in time was the Mystery and Justice and the Angels' Fall, which was Murder. And some Angels fell out, into the Chaos, and became the Demons, and the Demons created the Shadow of the Foundation, which was Hell.

And some Angels fell in, into the Foundation and the House, and they were the Grigori. And they were the Watchers of men, who were not of Heaven nor of Hell, and each watched over some thing. And they danced and moved the Spheres, which are the domains of all things, and thus they moved the House.

And the Grigori danced and watched the world of men, and it was good in the eyes of God. And they were the Guardians of the boundaries between the House and the Foundation, and they had the stars for their fires, and they were many.

And, in time, the Grigori who were the Sons (and also Daughters, for they were neither and both Man and Woman) saw the daughters and sons of Man, whom were mortals, and saw that they were beautiful. And the Grigori went among the mortals and made them their wives and husbands.

And the children of the Watchers and the mortals were the Grigori, and they were men but more then men, and they were gifted with the dance of the Spheres and the birthright to walk the Foundation.

And that was many ages ago, and that was how it started.