Rantings

There was a time in my life when all I thought about was myself. Not that I knew it then. I'm not even sure I fully understand it now. I wasn't consciously self absorbed, but it was there. In the plain old fashion of speaking, I was thinking about someone else. Someone that didn't even exist. But I wanted it to exist so badly because I wanted it to be mine. We have these feelings as children, not quite in the full sense. When I was little, I wanted to be a mermaid. I knew it couldn't happen, but I wanted it to be true. I would go to the public pool with my best friend and swim with my feet stuck together just to see what it would feel like. Then, this imaginary character was implanted in my mind and I felt like the little girl at the pool all over again, taping my ankles together so I would have a tail.
There is some minute level of Godliness in all of this want. I once read that the reason we wanted imaginary things to be true is because in our minds, they are close in likeness to heaven. In our minds, heaven is a place like Narnia without Jadis, or Oz with out the Wicked Witch of the West. Heaven is a place where all our dreams come true. It is earth without poverty and ignorance and corruption. It is our shallow fantasy of a perfect place.
Charles Dickens said it best when he described ignorance. He described it as a scrawny little boy, with Want as a sister. He said to beware them both, but mostly the boy. Ignorance is part of the problem of humanity. We see things like poverty and hunger and AIDs, but turn the TV off because we dont want to think of it. We say it's because it is so horrible, that it makes us sad, but in truth, it is because we are scared little girls and boys hiding under our beds when our parents fight.
I'm not sure what made me think about all this. Maybe it's because i'm feeling philosophical. More likely because i'm reading Blue Like Jazz, and it's making me think about this sort of thing, which is something I don't normally like to do. Some of it scares me, some makes me angry, and some I just plain don't understand. I don't like not understanding. If I were a demigod, it would be my fatal flaw. Anyway, hope you don't mind my rantings. And maybe I got you thinking. That wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.

~Lisa

Olivia

this poem is for my friend Olivia

Broken, Scarred, Beaten down,
Too lonely to even hear a sound.
Tarnished, battered, bruised beyond measure,
All because of someone's guilty pleasure.

Carrying the weight of what has been.
No more room to let Him in.
Sorrows crash like rising tide.
No one knows what she feels inside.

Somewhere, beyond the blinding hate,
A soul is waiting to escape.
One day it will find it's way
Back to the One who writes it's days.

Love you Lib. <3

Greek Mythology

How many of you find Greek Mythology as interesting as i do? I recently read a book series called Percy Jackson and the Olympians. (which was wonderful, by the way. read it) It was about this kid who was half human, half god. turns out his father was... well, i wont tell you, but basically things were bad, and he was pretty sure that when he grew up he would have a chance to destroy or save the world. (the ordeal is described in the last book The Last Olympian) throughout the books, the main character Percy meets lots of gods, godesses and titans. the history of some of them is amazing. did you know that Athena apparently sprouted out of Zeus's head, fully clothed in armor? it's true. (well, i mean none of the Greek Mythology is true. it's called mythology for a reason.) ooooh.. i have to go to bed. darn. well, i'll go into it more later. for now, goodnight!

Blogging

"Never before have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few." how true. like now, i am guessing that absolutely nobody is reading my humble little postings. sigh... i feel kind of stupid writing to myself. i could say anything i want right now and nobody would know the difference. then again, i could be wrong, and one never can be sure with hackers and all that, so i shall refrain. i have nothing left to say. except garage sale. sorry, i couldn't resist. well...... i have been reading this book series called Percy Jackson and the Olympians. UHMAZING books. i recommend them to anyone. in fact, i demand that everyone who reads this at least check them out. so you unsuspecting readers (or lack there of) are now going to read the Percy Jackson series. the end. goodbye. i am going to bed. soon

Autumn

Leaves
Fall
Delicately.

Head,
Shoulders,
Covering me.

Wind
Blows
Frantically

I'm
Shivering
Miserably.

Fire
Dances
Coaxingly

Toes
Thaw
Greatfully