kenderstest

*OK so it's a day early....I have officially lost track of days...not having a set schedule for work and doing the same thing everyday (get up at dawn, have coffee, ride bike, work out, run on machine while checking emails, hang out with Ultra Cool Sarcastic Son, sometimes go to work at lucrative job, flirt and have sushi before sliding home at some ungodly hour to do it all again) makes one lose track of the fact that days have names for a reason.

In a new feature here in KM we bring you maudlin mondays. Each monday morning a post will go up not suited for those of you addicted to the snark about politics which is the usual stock in trade here. I am simply not in a snarky mood regarding politics lately. I have much bigger (to me) things on my mind. Besides, you guys are doing a bang up job. So here's todays Maudlin Post.

Raindrops on a rose

I saw raindrops perched so soft
Upon a rose this morn
As I awoke to watch the dawn
To see the new day born
The skies were clouded o’er in
A slate hued shade of grey
I thought it fitting that the sky
Would match my heart this way
I saw raindrops perched with care
Upon a rose this day
Reminding me of times since past
When at love we would play
Her petals lay in sweet repose
They shimmered in the air
They drew forth thoughts of petals flushed
As gently you lay there
For seeing drops upon the rose
Reminded me of you
It’s sad how memories can come
From seeing morning dew
I saw raindrops perched so softly
On a rose it’s true
Which caused my soul to weep again
With memories of you

Terrorist scum attack in the night
Taking glee in the lives that they took
Believing it's holy to slaughter those folks
Who reject their damnable book
They declare holy war on freedom and say
We must convert or be damned
To a life subjugated by pisslam's harsh rule
No freedom, no Christ and no ham
The media slugs who back evils ploy
Should be lined up and shot dead
After of course we beat them with chains
For lacking a brain in their head
So muzzies have claimed it is their way or naught
We must convert or submit
To them I just say bring it on, let us dance,
You'll soon be a dead piece of shit

...you move with the rustle of the leaves and if we don't catch you sometimes you're gone.....you are a real kender...brilliant people tend to have a problem sticking with one thing for very long...you are brilliant - blindingly brilliant, that's why I love how you kender your way around...

Grab Kender quickly or not at all......wise words...

Girl on phone: I love the weather today, it's the perfect temperature

Me: Really? What ya wearing?

Her: A toe ring

Me:.......I'm on my way.

The words she spoke
Inspired hope
My heart it was aflutter
She talked of ropes and ball gags too
Whipped cream and peanut butter
She talked of pleasure and of pain
Of whips she whispered sweetly
She tantalized my inner beast
With hands strapped down so neatly
I'll know torture she has said
From which I'll not recover
It all awaits within her hands
As I will soon discover

With the upcoming relaunch of our internet radio station (formerly "Wide Awakes Radio") I have taken to ranting on Blog Talk Radio to get back to ranting and raving and maybe tossing in some great music you have never heard before.

To those who listened in to todays premiere (on such short notice) thank you. Podcast is available here and don't forget to subscribe as a friend. If you have a show topic feel free to send suggestions along via email.

And to she who checked out the post meant for her, keep checking back....smiles sent your way with hopes for finding yourself again with what you had before still there.

I sit and watch my inbox

Longing for yet fearing

A message sent from you;

I sit and listen to my phone

I know not what to do;

Shall I call you, shall I write

Shall I stay alone;

I sit and watch my inbox and

I listen for the phone;

I’ve said my piece;

I’ve offered up

My love complete and true;

I sit and watch my inbox

With fear I’ll hear from you;

I fear your heart will lose the love;

I fear your heart will fail;

I fear your fears will cause me to

Exist in my own hell;

My fears have caused your love to fail;

It caused you pain and grief;

I know that once we were as one

That time now seems so brief;

Your heart must know

The truth I speak and

That I love you still;

I sit and wait to hear from you

And fear I never will

So many things are causing time to stand still. The coronation for one. The worry about the obamessiahs first moves in office have me tied up in knots.

Will he head to the center and tick off his base? Will he head left and make them happy and drive the country into an even worse economic depression? Will he somehow find a way to actually govern that doesn't drive us even deeper into a morass of socialist crap? Will he find a way to do what he should? Or will he leave us hanging in the void over the abyss, never to extract ourselves from where we are heading right now?

Waiting for the things to happen causes a fearful lump in my chest. I know only the passage of time will show the future, but waiting on the future to get here is a achingly painful process.

time drags
time heals
time flies
time kills
time lost
time found
time sucks
when you're not around

Been away....look for new stuff later today....it occurred to me today that it is going to take awhile to sort some stuff out....and if it takes too long...well sometimes cheese goes bad....

COLORS

sun rises on a gray day
blue mind black heart
yellow dresses running
in the oh so green park....
red vision wanes
replaced by weathered stains
white streaks running
down the sides
where nails have entered
turns the tide
the wind which sweeps
the lonely passes
lets me see
through rose tinted glasses

I have been told I am addictive, in a possibly good way. Luckily I have few readers so the chance of the DEA getting this information is slim, so I have no fear of being listed as a Schedule One narcotic and suddenly finding myself by prescription only.

Maybe I can get the FDA to make an RDA of Kender. It 's worth exploring. But how does one does that out?

TO WOMEN EVERYWHERE ..... FROM MEN WHO'VE HAD
ENOUGH . . .

If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't
ask us. We refuse to answer.

Learn to work the toilet seat. We're not talking
Quantum Mechanics here,
it's a very simple device. If it's up, put it
down.

If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret
girls, don't expect us to act
like soap opera guys.

Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not
quests to see if we can
find the perfect present, again!

If you ask a question you don't want an answer
to, expect an answer you
don't want to hear.

Sometimes, we're not thinking about you. Live
with it.

Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you
are prepared to discuss
such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation,
or monster trucks.

Weekends equal sports. It's like the full moon or
the changing of the
tides. Let it be.

Shopping is not a sport, and no, we're never
going to think of it that way.

When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything
you wear is fine.Really.

You have enough clothes.

You have too many shoes.

Crying is blackmail.

Ask for what you want. Let's be clear on this
one: Subtle hints don't work.

Strong hints don't work. Really obvious hints
don't work. Just tell us what
you want!

No, we don't know what day it is. We never will.
Mark anniversaries on the
calendar.

Peeing standing up is more difficult than peeing
from point blank range.
We're bound to miss sometimes.

Most guys own three pairs of shoes. What makes
you think we'd be any good
at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look
good with your dress?

Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to
almost every question.

Come to us with a problem only if you want help
solving it. That's what we do.

Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem.
See a doctor. Get over it.

Foreign films are best left to foreigners.

Check your oil.

It is neither in your best interest nor ours to
take the quiz together. No,
it doesn't matter which quiz.

Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in
an argument. All comments
become null and void after 7 days.

If something we said can be interpreted two ways,
and one of the ways makes
you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

Men perve at beautiful women, it's a fact of
life. It's in the genes. It's
also in the jeans.

You can either tell us to do something, OR, tell
us how to do something,
but not both.

Whenever possible, please say whatever you have
to say during commercials.

ALL men see in only 16 colours. Peach is a fruit,
not a colour.

If it itches, it will be scratched.

Beer is as exciting for us as handbags are for
you.

If we ask what's wrong and you say "nothing," we
will act like nothing's
wrong. We know you're lying, but it's just not
worth the hassle.

Women with large breasts who wear push up bras
and low cut, revealing tops
lose their right to complain when men look at
them.

I can feel it...
dying...
withering slowly in her absence...
the edges crumbling in the winds of change....
each piece tearing away with pain and regret...
blackened chunks fall into the abyss of my soul...
while I listen for the impact that never comes.....
signaling a depth of despair too deep for human sense to measure....
Who knew hearts died so painfully yet so quietly?

Regardless of the confidence I may show, I am very very much terribly humble about actually having some talent that's mine....I really think I just channel beauty and grace and pain and joy and sorrow.....I find the words which fit, which cause hearts to dance and souls to sing, tears to fall and fears to wing.....

What Secrets Lie


What secrets lie
Behind those eyes
Staring so intense…
The pain of love
Of loss and hope
Of things which make no sense…
What quiet thoughts
Reside within
The world
Behind your eyes
Regrets of loves
Lost or found
The sting of others lies?
Those thoughts which live
Their secret lives
Behind those eyes so deep
Cannot stay hid away for long
Your secrets will soon seep
They come in tears and sobs
Which wrack
Your very soul with pain
They cleanse your heart
And clear your mind
Like summers gentle rain
So hide those thoughts
Behind your eyes
Which haunt my hopes and dreams
The thoughts you hide so deftly lass
Are crystal clear to me

What I leave,
When you go,
What I see,
And what you show,
And what I guess,
And when I don't,
Is something you all ready, all ready know,

Chorus:
I can't live without,
All I think about,
All I want is you,
You're all I dream about,
I can't live without,
All I want is you,

The things I do,
I go through,
And all I see,
When I'm awake,
And what I make,
The shit that I take,
Is something you all ready, all ready know

Chorus:
I can't live without,
All I think about,
All I want is you,
You're all I dream about,
I can't live without,
All I want is you,

Ohhh,...
Is you,
Is you,
Is you,
Is you,
You're all I dream about,
That I can't live without,
All I want is you

Chorus:
I can't live without,
All I think about,
All I want is you,
You're all I dream about,
I can't live without,
All I want is you,
I just can't live without you,
When all I think about is you,
And all I want is you

I love it when a plan comes together......especially after working all night on planning counter measures to a protest....

And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart

Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
'The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light'
Now there's no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw

I have received some complaints about my posting lately...."Where's the political snark? Where's the anger at the ways things have gone? Where's the Kender I know?" specifically.

Yeah...not much in that vein here lately. It may be back...maybe as it was, maybe less so maybe more so. I am still the same Snark Master Third Degree I have always been, I have just been focused on things much more important (to me, which really is what matters) behind the scenes.

So until further notice this is a much more personal blog than it has been traditionally. Deal with it, and know I do what I must when I must, and right now this needs doing more than one more voice in the world yelling about grassroots action and socialist doom.

You want that? Go watch Fox.

You're My World
The Shelter From The Rain
You're The Pills
That Take Away My Pain
You're The Light
That Helps Me Find My Way
You're The Words
When I Have Nothing To Say

And In This World
Where Nothing Else Is True
Here I am
Still Tangled Up In You
I'm Still Tangled Up In You
Still Tangled Up In You

You're The Fire
That Warms Me When I'm Cold
You're The Hand
I Have To Hold As I Grow Old
You're The Shore
When I am Lost At Sea
You're The Only Thing
That I Like About Me

And In This World
Where Nothing Else Is True
Here I am
Still Tangled Up In You
I'm Still Tangled Up In You

How Long Has It Been
Since This Storyline Began
And I Hope It Never Ends
And Goes Like This Forever

In This World
Where Nothing Else Is True
Here I am
Still Tangled Up In You
Tangled Up In You
I'm Still Tangled Up In You
Still Tangled Up In You

Dedicated...



Can you feel it crush you? does it seem to bring the worst in you out?
There's no running away from these things that hold you down.
Do they complicate you because they make you feel like this?
Of all the colors that you've shined, this is surely not your best.
But you should know these colors that you're shining are,

Surely not the best colors that you shine.
Surely not the best colors that you shine.

I know you feel alone yeah, and no one else can figure you out.
But don't you ever turn away from the ones that help you down.
Well they'd love to save you, don't you know they love to see you smile?
But these colors that you've shined, are surely not your style.
But you should know these colors that you're shining are,

Surely not the best colors that you shine.
Surely not the best colors that you shine.

I know you're feeling like you're lost,
But you should know these colors that you're shining are..
I know you're feeling like you're lost,
You feel you've drifted way too far,
Did you know these colors that youre shining are,

Surely not the best colors that you shine.
Surely not the best colors that you shine.

(Surely not the best)
I know you're feeling like you're lost,
(Colors that you shine)
But you should know these colors that you're shining are
(Surely not the best)
I know you're feeling like you're lost,
You feel you've drifted way too far.
Did you know these colors that you're shining are...

I built my life like my bike on a rigid frame
nothing bends, it only breaks into pieces and pieces,
I wait for a hope to arrive but it never came
Leaving me with only pain inside
I'm going off the deep end

I built my life on a rigid frame
So nothing bends it only breaks into pieces and pieces,
I waited for a hope to arrive but it never came
Leaving me with only pain inside
I'm going off the deep end

[Chorus]
Holding on is harder than it seems
when you're reaching for so much more
seems so much easier to just give in
when you're reaching for so much more

Another wasted Saturday so here I stay
where nothing seems to ever change, anyway, hey,
all this hype about life being great
where's the love for me these days
I'm goin off the deep end

[Chorus]
Holding on is harder than it seems
when you're reaching for so much more
seems so much easier to just give in
when you're reaching for so much more

Go!

[Chorus]
Holding on is harder than it seems
when you're reaching for so much more
seems so much easier to just give in
when you're reaching for so much more

Restless tonight
Cause I wasted the light
Between both these times
I drew a really thin line
It's nothing I planned
And not that I can
But you should be mine
Across that line

[Chorus:]
If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn't that be something

I promise I might
Not walk on by
Maybe next time
But not this time

Even though I know
I don't want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds

[Chorus x2]

Even though I know
I don't want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds

Even though I know
I don't want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds

[Chorus x3]

Dream of warm bright summer days
Dream of winter e'en's
Dream of springtime's fresh old ways
The gift of each new season
Dream of moonlit surfside walks
Dream of pounding tides
Dream of salt tinged air so brisk
Of lovers quiet sighs
Dream of hands so full of love
Dream of eyes that smile
Dream of words spoke softly now
They only last awhile
Dream of lives lived full and true
Dream not of tomorrow
These dreams will have to pull you through
For life is full of sorrow

Now I lay me down to sleep
With a president elect who is a creep
Our socialist nightmare has begun
So cling tightly to God and your trusty gun

Amen

someone walks in and gives you THAT look, and you just KNOW what happens next is gonna be indescribably indescribable?

Yeah....

You know that look you get from some girls, that narrowed eyed glare that says "I will have your testicles in a jar if you step outta line here"?

Yeah....

You know that look you give a girl that says "Uhhuh...I am so sca-wed of you" and their eyes squint even further, as if they look at you hard enough through small enough apertures their unspoken threat will take hold?

Yeah....

And you know how you laugh at that look?

Yeah....it was just like that, only more so.

I am a brat....and not gonna get much sleep today.

There is a lot of beauty in the world....my son is amazing....I am all better....I am spending my days passing the time by putting the past away.....and malia rocks

The election day is over,
The talking is done.
My party lost, your party won.
So let us be friends,
Let arguments pass.
I'll hug my elephant,
You kiss your ass.

Barack is my shepherd
I shall live in want
He causes me to bend over for the IRS
He leadeth me to the welfare line
He shrivels my soul
He leads me down a path of socialist ruin
For his names sake

Yeah tho I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I fear all evil
For thou has taken
My gun and my rights of self protection

Surely, poverty and want shall follow me
All the days of democrat rule
And I shall dwell in a FEMA trailer, forever

We walked along the beach
At dawn
Our scent of love
Clinging to us
Like another lover
We took to the waves
Wearing only smiles
Taking joy in
Each others company
While the sky lightened
With a new days promise
The pounding of the waves
As the beating of
Our hearts
Strong and soothing
Your arms delicate as
Saplings branches
Encircled me
With warmth
Your eyes
Sparkling with
Moonlight glancing from
The swells
Your smile content
Peace radiating
From souls awash in
A moment stolen
From reality

Check him out at MySpace too.

So I am....

Words were spoken last night, honest and from the heart. I meant them. Completely. I have gone as far as I can, as far as I will ever be willing to go. If you can deal with that, if you can accept it for what it is, and not what you may think it should be or could be we can have what we have and be content.

If not then go....I shall miss those ebon locks cascading over my shoulder. I shall miss eyes of deepest cobalt blue, oh lithe one, but you know full well why what you want cannot happen. It no longer exists in me, stolen by another and destroyed.

You said "Say it out loud, say it where everyone will know how you feel."

So I am...

I am enamored of you. Time in your arms is always well spent. I enjoy your presence and charms, I adore your laugh, I get lost in your eyes and shudder when you so much as brush against me. More than that I am unable to give.

If it costs me your attention so be it. The ugly truth is better than a pretty lie.

Your Brat....

This arrived in my inbox today. I was touched and honored.

...your words... are daring... unflinching... persistent... even when your heart is breaking... some other force in you keeps trying... and that means there is a chance that right will prevail...

"Those Honored Dead"
"Why do you fly the flag today?"
My Grandson wants to know.
I fly it for the graveyards
Where the countless crosses grow.

I fly the flag for children
Whose fathers are a name.
A half-remembered memory
of a face within a frame.

I fly it for the families
of sons and daughters lost.
They know the price of liberty
How terrible the cost!

I fly the flag for veterans
who lost their youth in blood.
And saw their comrades slaughtered
in the carnage and the mud.

I fly it for the ones who marched
In cadence off to war
To close their eyes forever
Upon some foreign shore.

I fly the flag for grief poured out
Upon a granite wall.
The laying-on of hands that heals
The scars within us all.

I fly it for the sound of Taps---
That melancholy tune
That lays to rest those honored dead
Who always die too soon.

Copyright 1994 Marion G. Mahoney

My mind swirls with you
Moonglow upon palest skin
Anticipation

Ebon locks cascade
Showering in scents of lust
I must resist you

Eternity in
Eyes of deepest cobalt blue
Weakens my resolve

Lips so full yet small
Give oaths of pleasures unknown
I succumb to you

Oh such breathless fun
Discovery of litheness
Make me scream in brogue

Exactly five weeks to the day, almost to the hour even, from when my personal life imploded it all came full circle and righted itself. No details for youse mugs but new playmates have been secured (yes that's plural, and THAT happened this evening also) I secured an awesome job,again this evening) amazingly enough in this part of the world through connections. This job not only financially secures me but will cover start up costs on the new radio project in the works. Early spring is the roll out, name to be released closer to the date (but trust me it's an awesome one....fitting for the times, descriptive and just plain awesome. And it appears things fell into place just in time.

Because today I was pointed by my bud Jeff Blanco to this;

But from Barack Obama’s “Change.gov” website
America Serves

“When you choose to serve — whether it’s your nation, your community or simply your neighborhood — you are connected to that fundamental American ideal that we want life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness not just for ourselves, but for all Americans. That’s why it’s called the American dream.”

The Obama Administration will call on Americans to serve in order to meet the nation’s challenges. President-Elect Obama will expand national service programs like AmeriCorps and Peace Corps and will create a new Classroom Corps to help teachers in underserved schools, as well as a new Health Corps, Clean Energy Corps, and Veterans Corps. Obama will call on citizens of all ages to serve America,by developing a plan to require 50 hours of community service in middle school and high school and 100 hours of community service in college every year. Obama will encourage retiring Americans to serve by improving programs available for individuals over age 55, while at the same time promoting youth programs such as Youth Build and Head Start.

Now excuse me here for just one moment.

The last I checked we had the 13th Amendment outlawing slavery. At best this is indentured servitude, since it does possess a set system for not being forced to work. But what makes it so pernicious is it is aimed at our children. They aren't studying enough now, judging by our still dismal test scores compared to the rest of the world. Obama is going to REQUIRE them to "serve" now, placing then in even greater danger of bad grades and failure in school.

Or to be fair let's take another angle. Who, I wonder, would one think of when one thinks of those folks in society which have been forced by the state into community service against their will? Think real hard on this one folks, and ponder this for a moment. Every saturday (weather permitting) ojn the sides of roads in many states one can view as they roll along the beautiful highways and by ways of our scenic country folks in safety yellow vests (I know they look orange) picking up litter at the sides of those aforementioned roads.

They are there because they have been sentenced to community service for some petty crime of which they have been convicted.

So now one must ask themselves this simple question;

Is Obama going to indenture our children or simply treat them like petty criminals?

On the other side of this coin is obamas side, that community service strengthens the community and teaches them valuable skills. OF course it does, when you are teaching them thier most sought after skill is as a labor force so the literati and our Dear Leader can whisk by them in their limos and see a clean landscape.

What this does in reality is take away one more thing a parent is supposed to be teaching their children about personal responsibility and helping their fellow man. It enforces government as boss and overseer and takes away personal drive to do community service because eventually the populace says "well, the government didn't tell me to do it so it's not my YOB man."

This smacks of Borgish automatons being directed through the collective.

This smacks of one more removal of our freedoms, the further erosion of our liberties and an attempt to show whitey who is in charge now.

I played that race card cuzz it's worth double in the kitty, Speaking of double in the kitty how fast will BHO loosen regulations on the porn industry under the guise of these guys are too regulated. If we deregulate them they could put out more product, product that the average American public engages in regularly. (wait, I may like this rule)

And what pray tell (oooops, shouldn't have used the word "pray") will the penalty be for noncompliance? Do you get kicked out of school? Do your parents get billed for your refusal to be treated like a criminal or a slave? Do you lose obamas most coveted award, the NEIGHBORHOOD WARDEN OFFICER position whose job it is to oversee the crews and report back to mien Buhrer?

If this is how he is starting out, two days after the election, imagine what he will roll out next month.

Sig Heil Obama Fuhrer, all our childrenz are belong to you.....

So in the new spirit of the new America let's all sing this old classic song;

The following song is available at the Whiskey Bards website and is well worth the money.

Gather ’round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle
Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song

Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whiskey ’til he wound up in a box
My other brother in the Troubles met with his demise
My sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes

CHORUS:
Now everybody’s died
So until our tears are dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,
and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight
until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air
Shannon jumped into the River Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome

“Cleanliness is godliness” me Uncle Pat would sing
He broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring
O’Grady, he was 80 though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up

CHORUS

Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the banks of old Doneen
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen
Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun -
In fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone

When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shame
He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame
McNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a (ARRGHH)

CHORUS

Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar
The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car
Irony was what befell my great-grand Uncle Sam
He choked upon the very last potato in the land

Conor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms
Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms
And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the lord’s employ
Drunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy

CHORUS

(slower)

Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you

(a tempo)

He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too

CHORUS (2x)

...it was a calm, peaceful dream. We were walking on a lake shore at sunset. You looked so serene, with a scarf wrapped about your face, flung over your shoulders with abandon...your nut brown tresses spilling from it.

As the darkness closed in we found ourselves alone. Hand in hand we strolled, walking while the moon rose and the crickets sang their mating tune. You hair shone in the moonlight, your eyes sparkled with merriment and peace...your skin luminous in the soft shine of Luna.

We sang of love and summer breezes;
Spoke of hopes and fears;
We talked all through the long soft night;
Sometimes through our tears.

As morning dawned the mist arose from the water. You faded away like the moonlight, a vapor I couldn't grasp and I found myself alone upon that cold mist enshrouded shore, holding nothing but your scarf.

...but while we are here we might as well dance.

sometimes things just don't go the way you think they will...

Sometimes you make bad choices...

We all choose our action...

We never get to choose the consequences from those actions...

And sometimes one just has to step back and let people suffer the consequences of their choices...

Sometimes choices are hard...

Sometimes those choices lead you to a place from which you can never return...

But everytime it balances out in the end and everyone gets exactly what they have earned...

Beware of everytime...

wonderful talk....it was so good to see you again.....your presence is a healing tonic.....your words wise and true....I am glad to know you share my pain....so this one is for you....you've made mistakes and so have I....we both know this is true....I found the courage of my heart....I pray you'll do so too....the winters snows will rage on high....while we share hope convictions....and know no great loves paths have crossed....without a little friction....may peace be yours while snowflakes fall....within your shattered heart....as friends I know we'll never be....too long once more apart.