Review, Reflect and Remember.....
I aint God…..Yet but I feel myself getting a little closer to enlightenment. With the school year ending I am packing up and clearing out my personal belongings for the summer. While doing this I found a little note that I wrote to the future Mrs. Almost God. It was one of my more profound thoughts and I have decided to allow the meager life forms of this earth the pleasure of my divine inspiration. For the quest is not the road to damnation.

If, understanding is not required, only obedience; obedience brings victory, I must then follow my heart to achieve victory. But, when the unknown of the heart and soul is concerned what is the ultimate victory? If all things are equal and the journey, not the destination is that which counts, therefore and verily, verily I say indeed; victory must be to savor every moment and cherish the time that has been given by the Divine. Hence the victory is the quest for understanding and the goal is to understand that the quest has not been in vain.

Now and Tomorrow.....
I aint God…..Yet and I know that I have not written lately and you have my most sincere apology. I have been very busy planning a wedding and buying a house. The wedding has been confirmed for the 20th of November in the year of me 2004. With the one that I love I have no fear of the road to damnation.

Happy Day to The One.....

I aint God.....Yet and here is another statement of the times. I am in love with a birthday girl.

Dylan Thomas - Poem In October

It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
Myself to set foot
That second
In the still sleeping town and set forth.

My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses
And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.
High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
Over the border
And the gates
Of the town closed as the town awoke.

A springful of larks in a rolling
Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
Blackbirds and the sun of October
Summery
On the hill's shoulder,
Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly
Come in the morning where I wandered and listened
To the rain wringing
Wind blow cold
In the wood faraway under me.

Pale rain over the dwindling harbour
And over the sea wet church the size of a snail
With its horns through mist and the castle
Brown as owls
But all the gardens
Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales
Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.
There could I marvel
My birthday
Away but the weather turned around.

It turned away from the blithe country
And down the other air and the blue altered sky
Streamed again a wonder of summer
With apples
Pears and red currants
And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's
Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
Through the parables
Of sun light
And the legends of the green chapels

And the twice told fields of infancy
That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.
These were the woods the river and sea
Where a boy
In the listening
Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy
To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.
And the mystery
Sang alive
Still in the water and singingbirds.

And there could I marvel my birthday
Away but the weather turned around. And the true
Joy of the long dead child sang burning
In the sun.
It was my thirtieth
Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon
Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.
O may my heart's truth
Still be sung
On this high hill in a year's turning.

Happy day to the one I love and let’s not fear the road to damnation.

Bumps in the Road
Life is full of bumps and burses and only with time effort and compassion can the road be made smooth. All that matters is that faith and hope are placed in what matters. I say this because of Government and my home life. War, death, decapitation and torture these are the themes of the media, nation and the classroom. My students are for once interested in world events and the facts that involve the death of so many innocents. Life is like a box of chocolates and most taste bad. Goodnight and whatever god you like bless ya.

The sun shines most the time.....

I aint God.....Yet and this is a good thing. I now know that knowledge when it is earned and gleaned from experience is far better than just to have all the power of the cosmos. I was looking thought some of my poetry books and came across a poem that has great significance for me at this time. The title and the words of Dylan Thomas have great significance for both a student that I hope will do well by herself and of the women that I love.

Light breaks where no sun shines

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.


Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics dies,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

-Dylan Thomas-

These words tell me that together my love and I have no fear of the road to damnation.

Word of Wisdom.....
I aint God…..Yet but my time is still very valuable. I feel like the white rabbit from Alice’s misfortunate adventures. I'm late; I'm late for a very important date. I never saw myself as a man to be afraid of a big bad clock, but I have so much to do and so, little time in which to do it in. 219 days until the day that will alter the universe I have forged. I take solace in the fact that love is worth the hassle, headache and heathens that I must deal with on a day to day basis. Like the hare I will keep my feet firmly planted on the ground so that I have no fear of the road to damnation.

Practice what you Preach
The wise one said the following, "but, alas my own personal life, that’s right his holiness is having strife and beleaguered thoughts. But, who would have believed that doubts when discussed with the one you love, admire and am passionate about will disappear into oblivion? I apparently, your most wise and yet foolish Father Rasputin knew that only by dealing with an issue can it be resolved. Yes, I have “issues” too especially of late. I have always had faith in three things and lately these doubts, questions and fears have only strengthened that faith in all three." Practice what you preach and have faith in what you most believe in. Goodnight and whatever god you like bless ya.

Goodness and Light…..
I aint God…..Yet even though I now know that Heaven can also be found on Earth. Its a little place amid the cacti of the Southwest is where Nirvana sits. This Earthly Heaven is my loves sweet embrace and her fiery eyes. And our Heaven is not on the road to damnation.

Good God, It's the end of the World
Now, listen here, our goodish Father You Know Who, has done it. He has really done it. What is it you ask, he has found the most top-drawer girl in the world. If you don't know what it is to be top-drawer, I can only say see Auntie Mame. Now, I am only going to say this once, now I am only going to say this once: the two lovebirds are very lucky and are wonderful for each other. Two weirdoes deserve one another. Even thought these two fools did rush in, a bit to quick. Goodnight and whatever god you like bless ya.