Sunday, September 5, 2004

Today's word of the Day is:
Torture - see funny (September 2, 2004)
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12 AM
yay! it's Sunday!... now what?
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Saturday, September 4, 2004

It's not exactly the right time of year for these two poems, but Boris Pasternak is just such a great poet. So here's "Peerless Days" and "Easter"
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Peerless Days by: Boris Pasternak
During the lengthy winter terms
The days of solstice I have greeted
And each was peerless in its forms
And endlessly each day repeated



A sequence file made of them
A bit by bit, would slowly mold--
Those solitary days, just when
The time completely seems to halt.



And now each day I recollect: --
The winter is halfway completed
And roofs are leaking, roads are wet,
Upon the ice, the sun is seated.



The lovers reach out to embrace
So eagerly, as if they're dreaming.
High in the trees, from sultry rays,
The starling-houses are steaming.



Half-sleeping hands are way too tired,
To endlessly turn 'round the face
And in a day, decades expire
And never ends the warm embrace.
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Easter by: Boris Pasternak
There's still a twilight of the night.
The world's so young in its proceeding,
That countless stars in sky abide,
And each one, like the day, is bright,
And if the Earth contained the might,
She'd sleep through Easter in delight,
Under the Psalter reading.



There's still a twilight of the night.
It's far too early, it appears,
That fields eternally subside,
Right from crossroad to the side,
And 'til the sunrise and the light,
There is a thousand years.



And Mother Earth, of clothes deprived,
Has nothing else to wear,
To strikes the church bell through night
Or echo choirs in the air.



And from the Maundy Thursday night
Right 'til the Easter Eve,
The water bores the coastal side
And whirlpools heave.



The forest, in exposed expanse,
To celebrate the holy times,
As though in prayer, calmly stands,
In gathered stems and trunks of pines.



And in the city, in one place,
As though a mob commenced,
The naked trees sincerely gaze
Straight at the Church's fence.



Their eyes are fully filled with rage,
And their concern is heard.
The gardens slowly leave their cage,
The Earth shakes wildly in its range,
They're burying the Lord.



A light is seen that dimly glows,
Black kerchiefs and long candle rows,
And weeping eyes--
And suddenly, there's a procession,
Bearing the sacred shroud of Christ
And every birch, with a concession,
Along the entrance subsides.



They walk around the royal square,
Along the sidewalk's edge.
Into the vestibule with care,
They bring the spring and springtime flair,
A scent of Eucharist in the air
And vernal rage.



And March is tossing snow around
To beggars gathered on Church ground,
As though a person just walked out,
Opened the shrine, took what he found
And gave it all away.



The singing lasts throughout the night,
Those who have wept enough, they lastly,
Walk humbly quietly outside,
Onto the land under the light,
To read the Psalter or Apostles.



But after midnight, all will quiet,
Hearing the vernal lecture,
That if we wait just for a while,
We'll cast His death into exile
With holy resurrection.
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well, I'm going to have to be waiting a few years (for all I know) for what I believe will be one of the best movies ever: Dragons of Autumn Twilight. It will be the first Dragonlance movie, and the script was written by one of the co-authors (Tracy Hickman), so I know that it will be a great movie. Leave a comment if you know any more information about it. I'd like to know more about when it should be coming out.
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Gaara


Which Naruto character do you fight like?(pics)
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Today's Word of the Day is:
Love - affection that is really deep. Tara, ai shiteru. *Purr*
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Friday, September 3, 2004

You are an Archdemon!
You have neither heart nor soul. You are the
incarnation of hate and cruelty. Wherever you
go, death, desaster and devastation follow in
your fiery wake. Your goal is to take over the
world AND the Heavens and on your path you are
ruthless. You know neither mercy nor allies.
You are evil incarnate.


What kind of supernatural being are you?
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you are a.. ClASSIC vampire. you are somewhat
gothic, keep to yourself, and that's the way
you like things. you are traditional and old
fassioned. you might not do well with machines.
simple is better. You love the fact that you
are a vampire and wouldnt trade it for the
world. so many advantages! you love to terrify
the weaker race of humans silly. you also
despice the "cute" vampires. you go
with your insticts on everything, keep doing
what your good at, the older ways


what kind of vampire are you?(hellsing pics)
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