Well I got a call today from one of my art instructors and they want to feature some of my works in their showcase and see if they can get some buyers on my work.

Nothing much has happened just got into a fight with some wanna-be think they know what "gangsta" or punk (in my terms) is guys.

Yeah... Yeah... I know one girl verses two guys is so not a fair fight, but I kicked there asses pretty damn good. Although I think I got lucky (my Irish luck must be kicking in) since I came out with some scraps on my knees one that went down the shin, a stomach that doesn't need anymore side kicks or punches to it for awhile, and a rip on the right side of my shirt all because the second guy was lousy with a dull knife.

I guess they didn't think that there are chicks out there who can fight and will fight if they feel they have little choice.

Which I'm one of those chicks, I avoid actually fights if I've got to fight I'd rather it be with my art skills. Just because a person takes any style of marshal arts doesn't they like to fight. It means they enjoy the art that goes into it, they always hope they never have to actually use it though.

My case I went all out on the second guy once he pulled out the knife. You people who know me know I love daggers and such, I also know what they can do if somebody else whose just as good or better at handling it than myself. Well I didn't know how good this guy was and no calling for help doesn't work when you're in woods and nobodies near the road to shine a light and notice what's going on. So I had to use my hands. Dangerous, I don't reckon anyone should do theirs unless they know how to disarm a person even then it's still dangerous as hell.

Like I said I think I got lucky. An it turns out I ran into one of their buddies up at the road and it's a guy I know actually and he has that "holy shit" look on his face and said sorry to me left and right. The morons who tried to kick my ass got the wrong person. They were looking for some long haired skinny white poser guy who was did something to the guys younger sister.

What a beautiful fucked up world we live in people, what a beautiful fucking world.

Do you notice me here?
I'm sitting under her light,
The cold breath down my body-
As I think of you,
The place I call home.

Can you hear me whisper?
The things I've said to keep self-control,
Evade shell-shock.

To part is hard,
To be without-
Ever again leaves me hollow,
A way I shutter toward.

You remain constant-
While all else vanishes or derails,
To an uncharted void,
As I think of you,
The place I find stable.

I close my eyes,
The waves mists touch my cheek,
They remind me of you,
The place my heart longs to be.

However,
Until that journey comes these feelings-
Bits of humanity,
Though I hate them,
I'll keep for you,
As I think of you,
The place I found serenity.


Well I meant for it to be a journal not be a poem as I told Emilio I wrote the first few words and it came together like that. I guess it sums up though, I miss being home (Europe, Germany, Heidelberg) and miss the two people who've become the most important to me.

Well from the looks of it I've not been on Deviant Art since December 15th 2007. So first off I'm sorry, secondly thank you for "waiting patiently like a stone" for my return.

No I didn't die and manage to find a Necromancer or very skilled Shaman to bring me back from the dead, and no I didn't claw my demonic claws into the ground and fight with Lucifer and come out the winner. Trust me none of that happened. Aside from digging my demonic claws part. That did kind of happen. I went into a state where I wasn't able to actually write anything along the lines of prose and poetry which is very bad. I got so fixed and filled on the energy from painting that I started to have my paintings tell my proses for me.

Not to mention having some fights here and there with so-called "friends" that have turned out to be ingrates and family memebers. Work has had me jumping through hoops (which this is me we're talking about, very stubborn and doesn't like being commanded) much like today with the new manager who said even though I worked eight hours I get no break or a lunch and me pulling my work load, plus two other peoples load, had shit for sleep and no food just a SoBe water to get me by... Yeah need I say how pissed that caused me to be folks? Dealing with musicians too isn't as easy either more so when they tell you "oh you need to come to our gig, I want to know what you think of our music etc..." Then we have the annoying publisher wondering why all of a sudden I stopped writing, don't get me wrong she's cool, but when the juices stop flowing it means writing aint going to happen until a spark comes across the wick if you know what I mean. Then the big one me and my sudden realization that some of the things in my life have to go... Won't go into that, that's something I'll save for when I write a memoir.

But all in all I'm back after digging into the ground. Thank you (those of you who helped me not pull my hair out most of all) and everybody else well I guess thanks for the favorites and all that jazz.

Hey everybody sorry for the long pause on Deviant Art. I've been working with Damion the past few weeks on some of his music projects on myspace. As well as composing some other poems and submitting them into several contests. Lets not forget paintings either I've been on over drive in both my painting and drawing classes, hopefully in time I should have them all posted up for all of you to comment on.

Blessed be from the stars down to sands and the ocean. Take care everyone and have a very peaceful Yule and Christmas.