GAH! SCHOOL!

I'm starting my junior year of college. It will be INSANE...INSANELY AWESOME! A lot of my friends are jealous because they don't have such a convenient schedule. My major is English and my minor is in Philosophy. I only have class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. My earliest class is at 9:30AM once per week on Wednesday for 8 weeks. My latest class is at 5:15PM twice per week on Monday and Wednesday. I don't have to get up until 10:30AM on Mondays and Fridays. I love it!<3333

Summer went out with a bang. I went to a concert to see a Ugandan singer at the Holiday Inn near Latham. A family from Uganda sponsored the event through their East African organization. I can't remember the woman's name but she was incredibly talented. Her voice was stunning, especially when soulfully singing her heart's desires in multiple African languages despite a microphone that was hell bent on fading in and out.

And we even had the joy of meeting some outstanding old friends while making new ones in the process.

Work it! Ugandans are excellent dancers! <3

A circle of people gather around the electric goddess of song that was summoning the---Oh, I mean the singer.

Look how down to earth she is. She made this charity fundraiser one of my best nights of the summer.

 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnndddd, I also obtained a new social media lead to follow up on this week. -sigh- Welcome, fall. :)

A Razor's Caress (Poem)

Dear Lei,
Your woven heart
was pulled asunder
Your sugary tears
Fed your father's lust for power

His dominion over
you, sweet child
was too great
for even your iron
soul to bear

Many nights spent
bleeding out from
thin, frail arms
Blood redder than
the skies of Mars

O, tormented soul
My dear sister
If not by blood,
than certainly by faith
If even unwittingly
Mother Goddess draws
On your heart with
runes of silver and sapphire

Gallant Sagittarius
Your sturdy bow was knocked
from your arms before
you could even string
first arrow

Curses upon all of
the men who used you
They thrived upon your subtle
weaknesses; curse them all!

Innocent and free
You intended no
harm to your sisters

Dear Lei,
Wherever you may be
Rise up against the darkness and
embrace yourself
As you were meant to be
A true Princess of Darkness

The Traveler's Diary (Poem)

Bones slouching
washed ashore
Unforgiving island
Death to a maiden
Purple knapsack
nearby on the ground
Inside is a soul
Burned into leather-bound
books with pages half
empty, shouting of
a life free from the
mundane, yet bound
By the chains of lonely
nights and breathless days