Poetry and Books

Jaded by life
In a world of hate
They deamed her a whore
Fufilling lusts was her fate
Each sin she relished
With no heart and no soul
They called her a goddess
With a touch burning cold


Sometimes I think that poem could be my life's theme. I often feel like people only see me in one of two lights. Which leads me to poem blurb number 2...


I live my life in the sense of angels
Just a wing span away from perfection
A common theif among the golden glory
Anxiously awaiting certain detection


I've had a new novel idea bouncing around my mind for several weeks now. I think I might start writing on it soon. It might be a little too thieistic for some people's tastes, but my faith has recently, within the last 6 months or so, gone through a slight change. I'm happy to no longer be under the tight constraints of Southern Baptism, but I know so few people understand Celtic Christianity (or the facsimilie that I practice).

Anyway, back to my book idea. I'm not sure if I'll post it chapter by chapter for the people who enjoy reading my writings. Crazy huh... I actually have a pretty good size following. I may try to publish this idea though. It's a very good book idea that could very possibly turn into a book series. However, it requires a good amount of research into angel lore. I may have to enlist Ray's help on this. Ray is my religion afficinotto (sp?). He's Jewish, but knows more about most religions (yes, multiple) than probably 97% of the population. He's a scholar through and through. Back to the book, which has the main character as a fallen angel.

I may spend some time tomorrow laying down some solid story lines for this. It will give me a good excuse to spend time researching angels and minor demons. I'm so glad I will find myself time at the library over the coming weeks.