Ramadan: The Return of the Pooka

Hey there, all! Man, a few days since my last entry, I'm bad...

First of all, a bit hearty hullo to Blackfeather and Danruk, two really really really good friends of mine who just happen to have LiveJournals too! Yay. Once I find out how to give other people LiveJournals... :P

It's gotten pretty easy to fast for Ramadan. The whole 'comfort food' thing has sort of died away, and it's even a lot easier to not gorge myself once the sun comes down. ;) The full moon's here, and we're already halfway through. For about the first time, I'm kinda getting a good feeling about this whole experience. It hasn't taught me absolute iron-will over urges or anything, but it's a step in the right direction.

I've finally made a Christmas list for people...oi, is it large. :P My problem is removing guilt from the holidays...if I want to buy a present for one guy, I really should buy a present for his roommate so he doesn't feel slighted, and "What was I *thinking*, I have to buy something for this guy..." and so forth and so on. The trouble is, I have vastly limited funds, so I can only give people so much. I'll be working on personal Christmas gifts a *lot* up until the holidays.

I've been needing to meditate, ground and center and all that stuff for a while now; I think I'll manage to do it over the weekend. Also, I can buy some nice things for a Journey after I take care of next month's bills. >:)

Hmm, I'll also be writing an awful lot. I've got poetry, and I'm trying to get about six short stories done before the new year. Of course, I won't make it, but it gives me a reason to panic and write. Nothing inspires like a deadline!

Just mailed Duncan his present. Hopefully, he'll like it. Stupid dotcommers who already have everything. :P

Anyway, off to writing!

-David

Poetry: Fire

I don't write much poetry these days. I guess I was so happy with the way "Lavender" came out I was afraid anything I did after that would suck. But ah well, here goes.

Fire
For Sylvan

You burn
You burn
You're smooth like vanilla
You roll like the ocean
You run like the sea

You turn
You turn
You hope like a killer
You work like a potion
You catch like a dream

And when I taste
your face
I regain my faith

You're the sun
You're fun
I worship your taste

You earn
You earn
respect like the devil
You've got my devotion
You're my flaming queen.

You burn like fire.

You're scared
You're scared
Someone will be watching
You've pulled down your armor
You've let down your hair

But somewhere
out there
The world you'll be catchin
will be as cool as a sauna
and as heavy as air

But for now
watch out
don't cry or pout

your tears
your fears
will put you out

You're thin
You're trim
but you've never been
but don't you worry 'bout it
or your mind will tear

You burn like fire.

Somewhere
out there
you're as large as you dare

But here
it's clear
you're as small as you care

So no frets,
regrets,
you call off your debt
Play strip poker with your heart
Play Mah Jongg with your soul.

Go burn like fire.

-DAC, 11.30.01

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