but the wind blows
a flowing river trickles by
the soft breeze blows
strings of silk stream from the trees
insects scurry about their buisness

but the wind blows
it blows her cherry red hair through the sky
billowing out
wrapping back and catching her in the face
she turns her head away from the wind
tucking her hair back behind her ear

but the wind blows
rustling leaves twirl around her
the sun reflects off her shiny red hair
making an aura of light around her
an angel's voice
the wind like an angel's voice
as it whips between her words

but the wind blows
it wraps around her elegant body
as if to go around her
the wind blows around her
stopping in time

but the wind blows
and i know
like a rustling leaf on the earth
the wind will carry her away
away from me

and the wind still blows

4 Places I Have Lived

1.Hibbing, MN
2.St. Louis, MO
3.Burns Flat, OK
4.Oklahoma City, OK

4 Schools I Have Attended

1.Grade school in MN (too young to remember the name)
2.Fairview Elementary
3.Jennings Junior High
4.Jennings Senior High

4 Places I Have Worked

1.Quicktrip (convience store)
2.Sooner Rubber Products (assembled hydraulic hoses)
3.Homeland (grocery store)
4. C & C Equipment (currently)

4 Favorite Foods

1.My wife's spagetti
2.Nachos
3.NY Strip Steaks (cooked on the grill)
4.Cottage Chesse

4 Favorite Vacation Spots

1.Home
2.My folks (St.Louis)
3.Home
4.My brother-in-law (Montana)

4 Favorite Ways To Relax

1.The Simpsons and a cold beer
2.Cooking on my charcoal grill
3.Hot shower
4.Sex

4 Pet Peeves

1.A dirty house
2.Laziness
3.bigotry
4.ignorance

4 Favorite TV Shows

1.Simpsons
2.Family Guy
3.American Dad
4.How I Met Your Mother

4 Foods I Hate

1.Mushrooms
2.cooked onions
3.sweet potatoes
4.pecan pie

4 Book Authors

1. Stephen King
2.Jack London
3.Bram Stoker
4.Alan Dean Foster

4 Places I Would Like To Visit

1.Japan
2.Australia
3.Niagra Falls
4.Rocky Mountains

4 Stars I Would Like To Meet

1.Jim Starlin (comic book writer)
2.Gillian Anderson (cuz she's just hot)
3.Pink Floyd
4.Frank Oz

Anyone remember Azrael? No, not Gargamel's cat on the Smurfs. No, not Batman's replacement when Bane broke his back. I'm talking about Azrael.

I don't why really I am writing this post. I guess it was because it is a slow day, and when I'm trying to pass time, I like to google images, and I found this one. Honestly, my first reaction to googleing "Azrael", the two things mentioned above were the two that I thought I would see the most of. But instead I found the image of Azrael, and my brain clicked (that doesn't happen often, usually it fizzles) and I remembered who Azrael was, or at least who my memory tell me he is. So with that said, I can say that I remember him to be God's avenging angel. Although, to my knowledge, he was never mentioned in the Bible, I think that he has more mythical signifigance then he does biblical. But that wouldn't be for me to answer, I don't have the biblical knowledge I once had.

Not getting of the subject, but it is true, if you don't use something you've learned regularly, you will forget it.

But the thought that came to me, about this here picture and the assumption, that Azrael was, for the lack of a better word, God's hired goon. Myth says that this was the angel that exacted God's revenge on those that were sinners. Now mind you this is from memory and I am in no way stating for fact what I'm saying.

But the point that I was getting to is, I wonder what it was like to work for God, in such a capacity. I mean here is someone who has the image of a loving God, and yet his "dirty" work he contracts out to someone else. Now I may get some flack for that, I don't know. But I'm thinking that is some kind of work there. I mean your the one with the bad name, not God. I can just see it --

"Hey dude, there goes Azrael."

"Yeah don't piss him off, or you'll wind up with your nuts in your hand."

"They don't call him the "Avenging Angel" for nothing."

"How come I can't have a middle name in quotes like Azrael?"

"Dude, your the "Archangel". It don't get any better than that."

"I guess so. "Avenging Angel" just sounds so much cooler."

"What do you care, you got some chick to impress?"

"Naw, the last time the guys tried to score with chicks, God flooded the Earth, man. A little poo-tang ain't worth that man."

"If that ain't the truth."

Now that is just a little dialouge from an agnostic. Don't take it too hard, if God is reading this and I'm accused of blasphomey, then it is on me. But I tried to make it a little bit easier than King James did.

So well all know what kind of name that Azrael made for himself, through his works. Whether they were of his own accord or the orders of someone else, his name is his responsibilty.

What kind of name are you making for yourself?

I'm Adam "Agnostic" Warlock. Not the best, but I'm working on it.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

There she sits in the darkness of the night. Searching somewhere for something or someone. Where are they to be found, will I ever find what I am searching for? Will the darkness ever subside, so that I can find what it is I am searching for?

What is it that binds us so close to the flesh? What makes the feel of skin, the longing of touch, so intoxicating? Why is everything have to be real, touchable?

Doesn't it seem that she just sits there alone in the dark, with no one to search for her. Does no one care for her? Is there no man that will rise to the challenge and rescue her from the solitude of the night? She seems to be doomed to the lonliness of herself. The absence of a warm hand to hold hers. A whisper of reassurance in her ear. The loving, gentle embrace of a lover? Will she just sit there in the night? Waiting? How long must she wait? Forever? What has she done to be left behind?

So she morsefully sits there. Hunched over, shivering from the cool summer breeze. Her hair, not with it's soft touch, but matted and tangled. No longer the beautiful locks that would blow in the breeze like the blackened strands of a spider's silken web. Her skin no longer the baby soft, smooth touch that they were before. But no calloused and welted from the elements that press down on her, trying to extinguish and hope she had of finding her way. Trying to wash her into oblivion, like some human erosion. She tries to catch the light of the moon, hoping that the little bit of light that she can find will protect her and warm her. But there is no safety or love in the cold world that she walks through. The reality of what is gives no pleaure to its occupants. It's harsh and unloving. Giving no quarter and no favors.

Why is she left out? Out of the sun? Of a gentle man's (woman's) touch? To be left here like an animal set free. But she isn't. In all the vasness, she feels more confined than in a locked prison. Locked and the key thrown away, with nowhere to turn. No one to help her.

The moon tries to comfort her, looking down at the woman alone and afraid. It tries to pierce the darkness and offer her some light to guide her way. But the darkness is always more powerful. It's strength growing from the forces of lonilness, apathy, disgust, and close-minded. It grows more each day. One day hoping to engulf all the faith, hope, and love that the moon so tries to offer this lonely, lonely woman.

What is it that she is waiting for? Is there something out there that she seeks? Something that would satisfy the hunger, the needs? Can she feel a heartbeat miles away? The heart pumping the blood. Hearing it rush through the veins, like a torent waterfall. The sounds of breath escaping lips, the labored breathing of a tired soul. Yes she can hear all that. Like the soul were standing next to her. Right there beside her. But it isn't. And so she much search, for time is short. The moon will not reign forever, it's time is nigh. And so she must continue her search. She must find what it is that she needs. Or the animal lust that burns within her breast will forver consume her every action. For only a soul can be quenched by another.



Makes you wonder just what is it that burns in your soul? What humger is it that you body longs for? What do you do with your animal lusts? Do you hide them? Or do they reign free?

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Can you imagine the dispair that she is feeling? Wondering just where she fits in, in the infinite universe. What kind of god would create something that was shunned and feared by the rest? Why she still there alone on that perch, looking out at the earth wondering what place she belongs to. Is there someone that would love her unconditionally, for who is she is and not how she appears? See her past their own two eyes?

Thinking that makes her wonder . . . Will I ever be loved? What existance have I been cursed with? If people could see past and see her inner beauty, to love her as the person that she is. Embrace her without cringing. To hold her close to them, and feel her cold, desperate tears. To give her a place to belong. A place in their heart. Where she would be special and cared for. Appreciated and loved. What kind of person could do that? Is there a kind of person that would do that? Will she ever find that person?

With her faith so vehemtly smashed, and all hope shattered with such menevolance. There is a wonder that is acceptance. But that wonder seems to have extinquished in man. They can no longer see someone for who they are and not what they are. It's sad, isn't it? That this beautiful creature, may never feel the embrace of unconditional acceptance.

So she sits there and wonders. Cradling her thoughts in her arms, trying to bury the fear in her arms. But it always comes back. Every double take, every turn in disgust, always it resurfaces. It is always there. Waiting in the silence of her breath, waiting for the moment to rear it's hateful feelings. All this brews the anger and hate, that is pointed at her. Man's inability to accept someone has brewed hatred and anger in her, untill as she can do is curl up and cry. Holding every action that has been taken against her, deep in her heart, untill it becomes black with hatred.

There are no easy answers. Sometimes there are no answers at all. Sometimes when I look at her I feel responsible. Responsible for the whole human race, with their bigotry, hatered, and intolerance. I would accept her as the etheral creature that she is. A loving creation here to bless this earth with her love. Sometimes I feel responsible. Responsible for the whole human race.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

May She Too . . .