All Soul’s Day Prayer

The past two years have been difficult to say the least for the family. There is a feeling in my heart that this year Hallows Even, All Saints (All Hallows Day), All Souls should be acknowledged with great reverence. And so the reluctant Catholic wrote a prayer to ease my own spirit. In memory of the departed
Celebrate the fall harvest on Oct 31, Pray to the Saints on Nov 1, and simply remember the Souls on Nov 2.

All Soul’s Day Prayer
It is on this day of All Soul’s that we offer to you our prayers for the dearly departed.
Forgive their transgressions and foibles.
For humanity is merely clay that must be knead with faith, it must be molded with charity, and tempered with hope.
Let those departed be warmed by your radiance and know the grace of your gift of peace.

Moments of Living Dangerously Part 2

Recently I have had the joyous feeling of feeling so sick that I ended up in the ER with a morphine drip.


I can clearly remember the events that lead up two the past couple of weeks. I had awaked Sunday morning in which I had about 3 hours of sleep. I felt blah! Not good. Not bad. Just blah. I then went with my Dad and grandfather to a black powder shoot. I pretty much sat there as the smell of sulfurous black powder filled my senses. It’s a smell one come an accustomed to, again it didn't make me ill, but I sure as hell wasn't happy to be smelling that smell again.


Just fast forward a few hours the same day. It was dinner time and my sister had made roast lamb for the family. By that time I was feeling like shit place in a zip lock bag and ran over by a semi then scraped up by some road crew and thrown in an incinerator. My only saving grace was that Monday was Columbus Day and I did not have to go to work. So I spent that Monday in bed. Followed by that Tuesday in bed. By Wednesday morning I was feeling so bad that I knew I had to go to the ER and get some help. But being the ever devote to my job I took my sick ass to work at 4am that morning and worked till 6am. I then undocked my laptop and headed to the ER. I was having pains that were representative of having a gall bladder attack. Upper right side of my belly. I felt that there was a growing sphere that was pushing its way out of my body. I want to take a sharp object and pop myself. After a 100 dollar ER co pay, an ultrasound, a CT, some pills, and an afternoon wasted I was able to go home. But first I had to schedule a HIDA scan. This for those who don’t know it is the definitive answer to any potential gall bladder problems.


Luck for my sick ass I was able to get the test the following day. As I tell my family of my plight I am informed the HIDA scan sucks major ass. For the most part this is true. The test takes about 2-4 hours depending how your body reacts to the radioactive dye. I was luck it only took me about an hour forty-five minutes of sleeping on a table while they made me glow. As matter of fact the test wasn't so bad. This was for two reasons. I was already feeling crappy from the previous day, and the tech had speared my arm and blew out the vein. My arm ached for two days because fall out GQ Boy stuck me like a Christmas pig.


Fast forward to a week later. I am at my family doctor to get my test results. This is only after I have been yelled at by my family to go to a specialist rather than my internist. WELP! The family doctor walks in as the first thing he says it’s not my gall bladder. So after two weeks of being in gut wrenching pain it might be an ulcer rather than the gall bladder. Joy! No one knows what the fuck it going on!


I am still sore in the spot that would indicate a gall bladder problem. But I am also still sore in the spot where it would be my stomach. All I can do at this point is take the Nexium knockoff and hope it is nothing like Khorn’s or worse. Here is to modern medicine. You gave me some pills for my heartburn and tummy pain but I do not feel any better!

Reposts.

Before these poorly written gems are lost to the digital archives of another database I pulled them to here. Hell its not like anyone is reading anyway.

Love


In this bed we first shared one another.
And in this bed I held you closely on cold winter nights.
In this bed we started a family.
And in this bed you made all my fears seem so small.
With each kiss and caress my love for you grows stronger.
But in this bed tonight something seems not quite just right.
As sure as ever your there to make things better.
With chicken soup and tea with honey.

Slow to Love


Sweet is the bliss that one-day dreams come true.
Long are the moments in which my desires for an answer.
One tear is the promise to which your heart is pledge.
With patience and consideration the gift is given.
To those that love, a gift is given freely.
Onward without fear they walk as one.
Long in the life of wisdom and courage they walk as one.
Owe none but to each other's heart.
Valiant they stand in strife and sorrow.
Ever the one they grow old till time itself fades.
Slow to Love one may be, but forever in Love the two shall.

The seats edge


I sit here in my loneliness,
staring into the cool gray sky of winter.
I say a prayer in the attempt for some
divine relief of my sorrow.
Yet I feel no different.
No lights, no angels,
no trumpets sound from a high.
Might I take this seat tomorrow in the
cool gray sky of winter?
I sit.

The Ballet of Fire


The embers glowed with passionate crimsons
and sweet oranges, as the campfire shimmered
in the chilled autumn air. Joyful flames
leapt from the fire cracking and fizzing as
they childishly played. The warming smells
of seasoned pines and of aged oaks blanket
the camp as it reminds you of love and youth
once forgotten. Flickering shadows dances
across your face as random sparks of light
fill your tender eyes. The ballet of shadows
and lights calms the spirit and moves the
soul. In its splendor your loving beauty
outshines all, awestruck are all by its grace.