Every now and then I just want to curl up in my love's arms and cry and hear that it's going to be ok. no matter how untrue or uncertain that statement is.

-Curtis

soon, my clan will be here. my nephews my sister and her man, mom and dad. Father, my sire, my dad, my hero, and the one person on this planet that I am most bonded to with the exception of Tawni.

This meeting is expecially important. it may be the last. my father's health is failing, slowly but surely, it's a pain that i came to grips with nearly a year and a half ago. now he comes ot see me graduate, and to the woman I love and intend for my wife, and the three glorious boys that I have the privelage of knowing and possible imparting wisdom and knowledge too. My dad, he's loved me my whole life, he's taught me what it means to be wise and strong, he taught me write from wrong, he taught me the strength of the writen word, he taught me the glory of the imagination, he's shealtered me and protected me from things darker and more dangerous then I could handle.

this may be the last time.

a snipit from a german song spurs this on. I don't want to be an earth bound angel.

hmmmm, curious character concience. a pissed off angel who smokes and has a componction for beating the shit out of demons. Angels are ment to guide the living, collect the dead, battle demons and server the will of the all mighty. humans cant' be ANGELS. angels are constructs of the all might. we can be archons which are celestial like creatures and beasts that are angel like but true angels are what they have always been.

now lets say we had an angel who for what ever reason pisses off god (see dogma if you want to know how that happens) now earth bound he takes up some of the earthly habits. smoking, working, eating, and sleeping.

beating deamons is about his only real joy and maybe will win his way back into the favor of the all mighty. with other exiled angels, archons, and mortal humans and even a lacky/friend dust mephit as an informant. this is his life and times.

sounds like a good book introduction huh? well I don't have a lot just a few images and a general thought. but who knows maybe I will write a book, most likely I will get board and wonder off though

howling voices, river songs, and welcomed tomes, all beecon me for their need

swiming thoughts, mixed up costs, and pleaseant moths fill my nightly mind

winged shoes, falshing blades, and old maids find my game.

wild flights, too much old knights, and evening frights all for tonight.

odd words that find there way togeather for some reason