How can one not appreciate nature when it looks this beautiful
We FINALLY got a little dab of rain yesterday. As most of you might know, California is in its fourth year of a drought. So ANY rain is not only helpful, but nice on the eyes. We received a whopping 1/4 inch.
BTW…no rain last night, so it was nice and dry for Halloween. Have an enjoyable Saturday all. Cheers!
The rhyme you are about to read came from a book I read about 10 years ago. I look at it every so often, and I just came about it today by surprise so why not share it with some of my fellow dark natured junkies. If, you enjoy the poem I suggest you read the book as well.
The Devil’s Footsteps by E.E. Richardson.
“The Thirteen Stones to the Devil’s Footsteps”
One in Fire, Two in Blood..
Three in Storm, Four in Flood.
Five in Anger, Six in Hate..
Seven Fear, Evil Eight.
Nine in Sorrow, Ten in Pain..
Eleven Death, Twelve Life Again!
_Thirteen Steps to the Dark Mans Door_
In the beginning of my journey, I had nothing…
My hopes were filled with despair; depression masked by a loving smile.
You came into my life and life itself changed for the better.
For this I am forever grateful.
Being humbly in your debt, I do not think twice about.
You were my savior, allowing me to live in a fairytale,
but these days the tides have turned…
Instead of being a priority, I am now but a mere option.
Being in your debt or being submissive to your every action are two different things.
I am a being filled with Pride, and S E L F W O R T H is something I will never release…
The question I face now is that of great anguish.
To reliquish my emotions as to not stir resting water
Or allow an upsurge in the ocean that is our love…
So that I am once again the Sun in your Galaxy.
1 Nov 2014
This post hit close to home for me on my recent interview. Beautifully written 🙂
You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?
I sat down
For an interview
The breeze, so cold
Touches my hair
I looked around
The panel head
Speaks up, saying
I opened my mouth;
But when word’s uttered,
He speaks again,
I asked, Sir?
Four minutes only. he replied.
Gone into my head.
As I go ahead.
I didn’t hear myself,
Nor the sound of my breath.
I am … I remember.
And finally, they smiled
I now see those teeth
Flourishing white as pearls
Saying, Come back next week.
I said, Sirs?
In 2 weeks and 2 days to be exact my life will be served on a silver platter to be judged on a whim by an individual who knows me no better than he would know you.
I am going into my Immigration Interview…
Here’s my brief story: I was born in Morocco, and left at the age of 3 to America. My parents brought me in hopes to give their children the American Dream. Sadly, that is the biggest scam America has ever sold anyone. I went to school, ditched my native language, culture, behavior to be taught american customs. Graduating school in 2011 was one of the best and worst moments in my life. It was a time where my fellow peers and I were supposed to actually begin our lives.. with work and college and opportunities to travel and just experience life. Although I am happy many of my friends and acquaintances are on their way to their dreams, it has become a painful reminder of my time in limbo.
Fast forwarding October 2012 I married the love of my life, which was my boyfriend of 2 years. From there we finally began the filing process so I can have the official status of being the American I ALREADY am.
Here I am now 2 weeks away from the hardest test I can ever take. It will be difficult, because it is not based on the facts that is my life but on the interviewer’s assumptions on my life. If I say my favorite color is blue, it is up to them to see if it is true or not.
If they FEEL that any part of my life is a lie; I will be stripped away from the life I know, the friends I have, my husband, to a place where I have no family, to be all alone..
How is that fair?
Yes I understand that “Life’s not fair.”
This brings me more turmoil that many can understand. It is as if I am a puppet in this world to be treated any such way with no regards to my feelings. It creates this inferiority complex within me that has altered my personality in more ways than one and I am in constant hiding so my loved ones can have an ease of mind.
Thus giving birth to one of the world’s best POKER FACES.
TO BE CONTINUED…