Right-oh. I have a blog. Whaddayaknow? Suffice to say, wild nights are my glory!!

Hi-la!
Well, if you're here, then you probably have a clue what I mean when I say something. If you don't get it, it's because I do not WANT you to get it, capisce? As I see it, this is a suitable space for posting my poetry and rants and blatherskitishness. Yep. Go figure, Esty has a blog, neh?

It's pouring sleet out-of-doors, and I'm snuggled up all cozy-like on my bed, suffering a rather nasty cold-or-something. I can live with that.

I'm going to poesize for a little whiling, jah. Sorry, non-sprechenszers-of-the-Spanglisch. At least I'm not doing the Welshness right now. You'll live, and if you honestly bothered to read this, then you can find a good translator. ;)

Yo existo, por lo tanto, debe cambiar.
Let a wind stir me from where I wait,
let a fire light my path,
let a star glow bright to guide me,
help me never to forget.
Help me remember myself,
who I was,
what I was meant to be.

Sharp and bright, a hot floating spark,
stirring on the night-wind,
jumping up from the flames
watch you start a blaze of glory,
watch you raze a path of destruction,
simple ideas make greatest change.

There is no change but it brings pain,
and who's to say what's worth it?
Even so, we all must change,
or else be blown away,
and fade.

Yo existo,
por lo tanto tengo que cambiar,
aunque una vez que se inmutable.