It's Good to be Home

No poetry today, sorry if that is what you were expecting. Instead, I have some great news: for those who are not following me onTwitter then you probably have not heard that I have finally found an apartment and have gotten settled in. Next up on the itinerary is a job that works me full-time, or at least more than my current one. So this Thanksgiving -- as lonely as it is since my roommate is spending the weekend in Junction City -- I still have something to be thankful for. It truly is a blessing to have a home, some peace, and some privacy. Something I have been waiting months for.

That being said, I am still holding a lot of anger at my former employer for what they did to both my brother and myself and I am not sure if I can ever really forgive them for what they did. I don't hold my own boss personally accountable, or even the district manager where I worked. They had to play the game, and the game sucks. But there is still honor left in this world and good people are found in the most unexpected places. The people at my current job have tried to help me out as much as they can, even though "resources [read: hours] are very limited." I just hope I can get a full-time job by the end of the holidays.

In the meantime, I guess I will be posting here on a more regular occasion. That means more poetry, and hopefully a few more parts to the anthology I am working on. It certainly is a lot more easier to come up with ideas now that I am outside the shelter and I will also probably be posting some recipes as well since vegetarian cooking is another passion of mine and one that I hope to be able to express more often.

Well, until next time, thank you all for your readership.

Of Hope and Things Most Bleak

Tell me o great Luna of things to come
And tell me what hope means for me
Is thus true that man may consign his doom to a world of hellish fire?
Also is that true man may poison Nature with his waste?
Now I ask thee, o great one, what is there to hope
When justice is in chains
And in chains are those who should be justly free?

The madmen were laughed at when they said it was all coming to an end
Yet we pray together that their visions err
Earth as fragile as a blown glass ornament
As fools we carry her with oiled hands
And so the fate of man is sealed

But even so in this dim world I still find hope
In that hope there is virtue, and in virtue comes goodness
Where there is wrong, there ultimately must come right
And so the gods decree, man is far from perfect

Yet if one were to change and better the world
If one were to inspire
If one were to educate and give charity and follow virtue
Then so may others
And out of that one change shall arise the greatest hope

Life's Song

Life
A song
Its beginning
An enigma
It can be sung with joy
Or remorse
It can be inspiring
Or dejecting
It can create bridges of peace
Or walls of hate
It can calm
It can stir
But no matter what
It shall never end
As long as we keep singing
The song of life