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[It wouldn't be fair of me children of chicanery to say good night with out addressing more of the mess our little Noir has gotten herself in. It seems to me that the reason flamingo's only stand on one foot is (oh, wait, that Hans Christian again; playing hands int eh madness and mystery only poor men and women see). Here we are again, the notes of my Tabula rasa (hint: it's a big old Latin word that means nothing) it seems we left this languishing lady in the midst and fear that what had plagued her all along was finally causing her to drown]

With all her might and all her strength Noir began throwing magic and breathing fire battling of the fiends that were around, taking refuge only in the solace of two small dragons that claimed her castle for their own. The constant barrage of attention driving her farther into isolation, and no matter how hard she seemed to work, God seemed to longer listen to her dreams of the things in her heart. Feeling destined and doomed she too started to covet the lies those around her had told; since after all they were concerned for her "best interests".

So, when those magical bread crumbs began arriving at her feet, befuddled by something so odd and unique her heart did feel a warmth and the happiness once again glowed. And those people around her, they saw how enthused and amused they enraptured her mind. At first it was cute, and many pretended too to be amazed with the skill and craft of the hands that created them. But then, as does when jealousy sets in, the anger grew from within each of them leaving with only thoughts of how to deceive and gain advantage of things that awoke her attention. Boxes and letter would be opened by everyone, pieces and parts scattered about with little or no regard to the attentiveness which had packed them. Grabbing hold of the portions of papers that were hers only seeking to catch a glimpse to serve their shameless shallowness.

For a time Noir was so impressed her time was again dancing on cloud nine. While God continued to work the magic with which he guides all of us, evil does like it always does and began to creep it's darkness into things that shine, bringing with it vulgar acts of deceit to wash it out. No longer were the gifts that fell from heaven seen as good; no those demons took them and because the words confused them so turned them into words of abuse. At times others would jeer with pride how it was them who sent the offerings of peace and light. Conspiracies and rumors began to crumble the walls of her heart and too, thoughts of terrible things began to occupy her mind. All because some children around her, spoke words of disgust to force their beliefs upon her.

No longer did those gifts seem what her heart had told her as right, instead they turned into the sick tokens of stalkers and heathens. Attitude grew darker and darker and fear; fear reached up to seize the perfect opportunity as it does in all of us, just when things get hardest. But some absurd belief that claiming power over evil is to stand up and gather groups of demons to stand and spew venom at the hearts of good women and men; all hoping too that the poison will overtake the blood of life and sicken it as much as it sickens them. Growing stronger and stronger, like mob mentality, until the world joins in, unaware of anything that's truth, all connected by the joy in abuse and attack of something that jealousy turned from love into rage; claiming righteousness under the veil of deception, believing that God wants us to attack ghosts of evil, rather than the evil that is right in front of us.

This lifted another spirit inside of Noir like she hadn't ever felt before. A power and sense of finally being one of the "cool kids"; all rallying around that common attack of something that never was, only figments of their misunderstood minds. The beat their chests with pride bragging of just the things they would do should they ever get their hands on him. Many using it just to grab hold of that which was God's. And in the height of the hysteria and mysteriousness, a silent scream cried out to the heavens above, a scream which was heard by no one, but him. And Job looked at what sat in his lap, and he knew he couldn't just leave that one last attempt to the winds of trash. So, as the silent scream reached his chest, he pushed it aside and sent one last gift.

[Now my mind is to tired to talk of things that demand serious concern and nature of words such as this. So we will leave Noir their silently screaming to the hearts of the world, and Job, the only one around in full control of himself. So, sleep soundly seamstresses of sin; and when we pick this journal of drafted notes up again. I do believe that maybe, Job and Noir may just finally meet].

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                                           “Painting Apologies”

As he turned the corner and walked towards her, the pain of being left alone turned to anger and rage. He stepped up towards her as she raised her fists in mixed thoughts of closing to guard herself off and wanting to hit him all at the same time. 

As her clenched fists came to rest in front of her chest his forehead quietly fell into hers. He kissed the side of his index finger on his right hand before resting it against her lips. He speaks in a soft torn voice -

 “Shhh. Don’t speak”.

A bath of warmth from his words to lapped down the side of her cheek only to be absorbed by the exposed neck.

“Look, all I’ve thought about since I left”, he continues, “is kissing that little angel spot, right here”, he finished saying as he placed a butterfly kiss along the right side of her jawbone near her chin.

“And this one right here”, he followed with as his nose grazed gently by hers. 

His lips continued to massage the top of her left side cheek with a few short touches. Being attentive to the parts of her she keeps hidden under the layers of make-up used to mask herself from the pain and cruelty of the outside world.

He feels her lips purse up to kiss the side of his finger pressed against her mouth as the ice walls around her heart begin to melt. Her mind quickly regains control though, turning the temperature back down She draws herself back into the self control of her anger.  She pulls Pulling back in hesitation, she’s been here before, not with him, but other men, why should she think he’s any different?

He slides his finger down across her shoulder before letting his hand drop back down to his side and pauses to kiss the tip of her chin. He begins to mouth the words -

“I know sometimes my carless whispers are thoughtless and I can’t take back the mistakes of yesterday. But my actions are always true. And in all their eyes; I only ever saw you. Pain was the only freedom I found thinking I could live Pain was all I could find in the freedom of missing you  without you”. 

Just soft low enough so the breath coming from deep inside her making her lips sweat they could mix with the sweat forming on her lips offering her soul his smoothest elixir. drink them down like a smooth elixir. the intoxication of the fall.

He continues “And every part of me understands if you want to walk away, but if you decide to give us another try; and stay; I can promise, you’ll never have to sing hear all too well again.

She sighs back softly and says....?????

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And so now where were we my, midnight minions, in the words of this magical mystery tour we began last night about one special girl and one special boy that blessed the world for all of us. Oh, yes I believe dangling ankles had just been put back to rest and since last night the boys went first, let us continue tonight with rule number one any gentlemen should learn; so ladies first tonight and we will see whats going on with the magic that newborn girl was given to hold on too.

It was not long after grandmother had fell back to rest with a gentle rocking to keep the peace of her soul in line with time when that baby girl broke the morning with laughs and goo's. So excited with the morning that little girl got too loud for grandma to longer ignore. Whisping the child into her arms wrapped in swaddling cloths they rushed to the table for girl talk and breakfast. Finishing the conversations from the night before, soon mother and father arrived to claim the newborn prize.

Through the night the parents had discussed it in depth just what to call this newborn gift they had been given (NO, it's not @taylorswift if anyone reads this) they named the child Noira as was the claim her grandmother laid upon her head the night before. Little Noira was quite a child to contend with blessed with many gifts including one of charm that could not be resisted.

As this little girl grew to a young child her parents began to notice odd things in her progression. Now to most parents this would have been cause for concern, but not for them they gave her the support and strength to accept it; even when the days came that it was clear she was nothing like the other kids. She played with spiders in her hair and kept imaginary friends in the basket of her bicycles long past the age that is acceptable by doctor's standards. At such a young age she never cared or understood what all the fuss was about; but her parents kept close watch protecting her close from the world most children are exposed too.

For many blessed with this condition they would have grown spoiled and rotten, but for her it just made her heart grow bigger and bigger welling up with excitement and surprise; never giving up just how magical the world was even when no one else could see it. And Noir soon grew into adolescence, that age when kids start to change from purity of their youth and allow themselves to accept the pressures and ridicules of friends. On occasions she would find herself back visiting with grandma who helped her through the times she couldn't understand it or started to regret it.

It was established early on between granddaughter and grandmother that this secret was never to be spoke of in detail, even with mom and dad. It was a girls secret passed down from Eve that only the two of them could ever know, in part to keep it special and in part because it was well known among the two tribes that became twelve the power this gift held, setting among them the evil seed of deception and pride trying to steal it from those blessed by it.

When she did not have grandma to talk to her about it, there were only her invisible friends to help reason it out, after all grandma said they were all right as long as she learned to keep them secret as she got older or their would certainly be trouble for her and everyone that could not understand a connection so close to a world that didn't exist, one that no one else could see, save the sons and daughters held in the bosom Abraham.

Just before her teen years began strange things began to happen to Noir, things that were often just excused as the changes a girl goes through as she gets older, but Noir knew this was different then any of her friends at school would speak of and often she found herself putting on the face of laughter and agreement with them to placate there senses, but inside she only sunk deeper into her spirits making her feel odd and alone in this crowded world of so many.

When these feeling began to take over, she started writing words and poems to help express the thoughts she could tell no one else about; she could always offer them to heaven, stuck in a box under her bed she'd kept them hoping one day those prayers would come true. And with little guidance to guide her journey through it, as is way for any true Hebrew child.

As time went on and the voices of her soul got louder and louder she began to dream big things and convinced herself this gift of magic of hers was meant to take her on a journey through the stars as she had learned that some of them. especially the founders of places like Hollywood, knew well of the gift with which no one ever spoke, it was just understood.

She began to harness the voices of those spirits she could hear and mark their words into poems, the strongest ones were those she could relate so close to in their feelings. It was not just radio or televisions that ushered them in, she sometimes became so enthralled with the words of a book or story that more than once she fell of her seat while reading them. As if the symbols on the page wrapped her in a blanket pulling her into the scene.

Using the talent and putting in much hard work trying to develop the skill and practice it took, it was not long before she found herself cast into the lion's den of life, believing that those around her too understood just where all those gifts of music she made came from, not realizing that most of them had no clue, they just sought to exploit it for there dreams of gold and chains at her expense. And although it hurt from a distance as every grown member of a tribe knows, she had to learn it for herself.

What she never knew and no one told her before that some of those things she wrote and sang weren't meant for her to take, they were someone else's breath from God above, but as a child even He couldn't fault a child acting through the courage of innocence.

[So, that's where we will leave this little girl Noir tonight, wrapped in the cocoon of her dreams, no where near ready to become a butterfly yet. Knocking on the door of a trouble all teenagers must walk through, and some never return, learning that more people are built in this world to hurt rather than love and comforted still by the fact that a knight donned in blue and gold would rush in one day and take her away from the madness that had begun]

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"Hey, I wasn't expect...." is all he managed to say on the phone before she interrupted him.

"That SON OF A B! TCH! I can't believe he humiliated me like that, right in front of everyone. Like I was his pet. Look, I can't go home tonight, I'm coming over." is all she said before hanging up the phone.

He knew what she was looking for, the truth was he saw it the first time they met. She was hangin' on to nothing at all, telling herself the lies all women do to justify the bad decisions they've made just to excuse her acceptance of the abuse.

There was a knock at the door about 30 minutes later, he could feel the angry tears through the wooden door as he opened it. As the slightly ajar door opened further, she managed to choke back any signs of weakness that may be construed by a lost composure of something as useless as "feelings". He'd shed himself of the weakness as a child, but what can you expect from a man raised in the jungle of wild animals whose only pleasure was takin in the suffering of others. Maybe that was something that kept him picking up her calls even though he knew better; there was something about her still holding on to the belief of human decency and compassion that intrigued the inner mysterious parts of him. Something he couldn't resist, like a drug he couldn't refuse, but he would never let her.

She stepped into the soft lit entry to the living room. A fireplace embraced the air with its warm fingers slowly dancing upon the embers of the knuckled logs. He took her by the hand and quietly walked her to the bathroom down the hall, where nothing but a few candles broke the black silence that draped the room. He took position standing directly behind her as she stood half gazing at the floor as the flickering lights danced across the bubbles and rose petals that filled the oasis that rose up from the floor before her.

He pulled aside the loose strands of hair that fell freely across her shoulders; pushing them away to expose the nape of her neck, that even the collar of the stiffest professional attire could defend. He placed a few small kisses at the exposed vertebrae, he pulled her closer to him with one hand grasping at her abdomen with passion, while the fingers of his other began working down the buttons of her suit.

Once he'd unlocked the last button from her untucked shirt, he reached up and gently persuaded the top over the last remaining strong hold of her shoulders, once the shirt had made its way over the last of its resistance, he took a step back and watched as it fell like a waterfall onto the floor. He whispered, "For You", then turned, shutting the door as close as he could without it actually latching. He walked back into the kitchen to finish preparing the dinner he'd began just after she called. Pouring some wine, he began to play the atmosphere not with notes of love, just sex...

After leaving, she pulled back the bath curtain to expose the rest of the basin and noticed the words "I'm Sorry" spelled out in rose petals across the rippling waters...

[Well, I think we all get the rest of the picture. Maybe next time, we'll pick up with the dinner part? Or move onto something else; the bedroom...].

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[ Let us now conclude the story of Job and that girl; at least as far as the internet is concerned for them. It is after all only politeness I can't leave them hang, like the politeness you all have shown me, that give a few minutes of time to read these words of delight].

And Job continued down the road of park benches to sleep from, guided only by the command of God to the places he demanded. Often reminding Job that it was he who asked for wisdom; knowing there was no argument. And so some days were long and others too fast, but everyone showing him more and more of the wisdom he did ask. And in the midst of astonishment again that voice to fear above all else spoke and said "Tell me something you do not like", and at that time Job said that easy, reading and writing. And the sound again boomed through his ears saying "I shall make you love it".

Now see, it wasn't that Job couldn't read or write, in fact he'd done more than a lion's share of it through life in part some of the very reason he saw the task with loathing. In fact many of those scheduling conflicts that did not align school days with friends were because it was decided his time should be spent in classes that demanded much more of it then others had. He always was plagued by the task of proper punctuation and the the various other rules about dangling things and participles of the past doing this or that; so much he could never get or care too. Whatever made great writers great seemed to be more lost in the rules to break up the beauty and magic the words and feelings could do for you if thoughts could just go where they wanted to, but he made it through sometimes because of the music and pieces of parts he's skimmed all his life.

And soon in those days of observing nature, wrapped in spring's bloom he thought harder and harder about what God had said. And the pieces and parts he'd collected all his year's alive, they began right before his eyes to speak truth. Making themselves more and more present in live events and actions happening right before him. Sure, he'd seen glimpses here and there in the past of the wisdom the ancients did speak, but nothing like what he was experiencing right then. And in the horror and pain of that awakening he accepted a peace that consoled the hurt of it all. And so with the breath of heaven showing him pieces of wisdom, the voices of demons and angels accompanied him. Like the one's he'd first heart so long ago, so many voices ushered forth make alone feel not so alone on those days that wisdom showed him just how empty time is.

[The doctor's may call this depression, but in truth it's learning to be by yourself; a quite healthy thing we are too trained to believe these days. In fact it was alone in the garden of Eden that Adam and Eve were before they they were them. God teaching us that they could not have been them without time alone and Him teaching to bring life to the world. And it is also why all young men are commanded to leave their homes in search of love. Not that the direction is straight to some woman or man, but the journey and experience that breath into young life just what a man should be and do, like Adam that first Valentine's Day with the dinner plate Eve had made].

As the pieces gathered around and new ones jumped into his thoughts he find himself revealed to truths he could not forget. SO profound and true they'd come to him, he started to write them down. The lesson being more important than the character's or development he'd he'd put what he could in as place holders. Forming as best a homeless veteran can small storyboards of thoughts to express those exposed truths. And just as Job began to gain a few great pieces, there was His voice again this time it made Job laugh at things, for that voice said to him "I took something you hate, made it into something you love. Now, give it away"! It was true, in those few works he'd started with he had come to cherish the meaning and significance of them as they only began to take shape.

He thought to himself, "Somehow, I knew this was coming next", but having gone this far and finding not once a lie in any of the words God has said - in fact confirmation in mankind's misunderstanding of them only further shown to be the veil of deceit under which the world did hide was more and more real. But, with humility he and humbleness he asked the skies "Who do I give them to?" And without hesitation came a response "Anyone you'd like, just find someone and give them away; and I'll show you something more".

[And so there is the plight of Job I will leave you all with. A stranger in a strange land, tasked by the One who commands us all through life to take the only things left he could claim as possession, his own; created by his hand after the devil stripped him of everything else, now having God tell him to give it away as well. And this may sound like a tragedy, but in fact it was the start of only another journey that only he could tell; intertwined still with pieces of this one and those the stars did shine to him over all those years. Let us then see where we will leave that young girl, who at last look had a heart that was in despair].

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[And so know you devils of delight, let's take a long breath and tie this story up. Certainly not finish it by any means, but quite frankly I tire at the moment in keeping up with the notes of our history. But, no friend of nimble gnomes would I be if I left our boy and girl just dangling in mystery. So, we shall take some great leaps and jumps turning seconds to hours and hours to months to get a clean break from this exercise.]

As has been stated, I think the child Job has been stricken with a new adventure in life. It seems his later teen years he let his spirit more than his mind guide him, was it his choosing or destiny? I'm not sure one will ever really know, but let's see how God pulled the strings in those decisions he made to control the puppets of fate.

Job had entered the armed services after all of his friends had left for their schooling and bigger things, to be honest in part graduation snuck upon him still uncertain what everyone's rush to go away had been. He thought, we've only got to the part where we can all finally hang out like we used to brag about, but they reassured him life waits not for anyone. And so he embarked on mighty adventures listening, watching and learning from many empires. Fortunate was he even in this time that by the works of God he found unique offers of opportunity in the jobs the military sent him one; you see one can not become a true knight indeed, if one is not pushed into areas others are not.

But, unlike the constant thrill of action and delight, he found at times these details of his job left him with much time on his hands; silent and solitude his only friends for hours on hand. And in the quietude of these times he'd found himself stuck in the middle of life. You see all the pieces of books he would read and stories of the wise he's studied as a kid started to break through to his mind, giving him glimpses of another side. He would stand on holy ground, older then America or even Britain had seen, and under his feet the spirits of those tribes sometimes would speak. So loud sometimes they would shake his mind; he knew nothing but to swallow the power they would provide. As they talked he would listen and sometimes it seemed to be, that those mouths from the Bible they did speak.

That book that as kid seemed so funny in it's ways, well that night with his mom a special hold on him was placed. At times throughout life when no one could see, he'd thumb those ancient scripts just to see what they did mean? God would often prod him when walking by, "just a quick look see the secret My words have to hide". So compelling at times he had no choice, but to abide. And wise men he was fortunate to meet a few along the way with which he could discuss and show him the errors of his ways. It is through this repetition it was learned that there is nothing wrong with being wrong as long as you learn. Some of the greats along the way started to make him understand that with humble inquiry teachers were happy to help, a welcome delight from the days he's always known, for those times you were ridiculed and humiliated just for not knowing somethin'.

And so with the wise he learned to ask big questions of life, maybe one day his pieces would fit and help to contribute back to the things that were too important for most people to glean. After a few short years this adventure to though did pass; the pain of realizing that nothing, not even friends you'd give your life for were meant to last. He struggled with this time and time again, but the nail in that coffin would come closing down as he returned to that from which he came as all knights do when the tournaments are through. When he arrived he began to speak, only to once again be quieted; as much as the time was spent it was reinforced over and over again that a child who knew little of how the world works he still was. And so he would sit and listen and watch some more and coupled with that task was the realization that everything he'd known had past.

Friends and family too had all moved on to their journey's and destiny's leaving him to adjust a new mentality. Stuck in a spot, and not old enough for God to call yet, he wandered and floundered confused by the lack of camaraderie. Oh, he had friends and cherished family, but most of them were interested in them not him, and as he'd learn to become humble and kind he was more then happy to oblige. The days continued to pass and time went along, taking only moments alone to appreciate the journey he was coming through. Eventually he found as things went down himself back at school, for the moments God spoke to him were nothing but child's food, or so the wise around him kept ensuring him they knew more about life than anyone.

And through those years he learned much more sometimes encountering people and voices that sparked a light from the past. He'd catch a thought or two, by know he learned that's all those voices really are to be, just thoughts we think are to often too bold to be us; and he'd give them away again, he always knew that when they were his God would tell him. Figuring the ideas and information relayed was meant to be given on for someone else to make their way. He watched and he joyed as success came for those around him, and watched others wrap themselves in blankets of pity at hurt they were feeling.

The time went along and he became more in awe of looking back all the things he'd learned, seen and saw. With more experience he grew and as life makes that time when boys become young men he decided to no longer stay silent. Many around him began to wonder and question what was wrong with him he used to be so much more pleasant. They mistook pleasantries for him allowing them their ideas and ways, regardless of what he thought. So, he sat quiet, letting them speak their wrongs all the while they thought somehow he must agree with what they thought. He'd try to offer his thoughts from his understanding of lessons and life, but he was shown early on that people only want to fight or someone to agree with them. And a time or two he'd offer a suggestion or two that would bring a flaw in their thinking or plan, flaws he'd learned years before as wise men and women showed him them with his thoughts.

And so he soon stopped and life kept smooth again, until one fateful night the devil stepped in as God had instructed him. The child Job had obtained to some degree a level of success and status in his own adopted community, enjoying the comfort and company behind those white picket fences Noir had grown' up within. Only there he did see that snakes hide in the grass just like the trailers they'd call trash. And he watched as things changed all around him, as possessions and obsession became coveted trophies of triumph and victory. This was not all, but more than expected, and he'd call himself fortunate to meet several that cared not for what other's had gained, they had enough of their own to not worry about such petty things.

And so when the devil came into his household, not by drink or drug, for he is more cunning than that knowing most never learn that it is not what you put in your mouth that is wrong, but what you think to come out that turns into sin. Try has he might with all his patience and life, in the end the devil one that round and took everything away from him. Still baffled at the brilliance with which he had danced, discombobulated at how the people around him let that demon use them another blow was struck from the hand leaving him alone again, walking the land. Now in this moment most people would see an excuse to cry fowl at how unfair life is, but Job took a different approach as during that first battle he'd grown stronger and stronger knowing only God could protect him - [and besides, he had no one else as the devil claimed everyone he knew in round one.].

So, he dug deeper and deeper investigating every move, like true professional athletes do scouring the pages of the wisest he could find to understand just where he had gone wrong. More and more he learned and that much of what was spun had been done by people claiming homage to the crafty and cunning one. By no means did ever think he was perfect and laughed at the thought as attacks came from all sides to show him how proud he was. He often reflected on those night strolls with nothing but the heavens covering him, concrete for a bed "If they only understood?", but he kept quiet knowing that they did not want to hear truth, but rather confirm what their thoughts have been.

All along the way practicing and only listening to God. You see Job understood, that he had done everything people had been telling him to and gathered nice things, but that couldn't keep failure away. So he continued what he started in that very first fight, believing in his heart that the world had failed him, what worse could it be if God turned out not to be real at all. Continuing with that belief and practice those days in paradise were not nearly as bad as everyone would come to tell him.

It was one night early on, when no one was around, still one foot in and one foot out that he sat on a strangers couch after they'd gone on Christmas Eve, that God finally spoke in that tone again, a voice he'd only heard ever once before. "What are you looking for, or what do you want" it commanded in a thunderous voice. Now at this he let out a sigh of disbelief, after all how could you answer it? Fortunate was he all those days of the scrolls he'd read that just when he started to speak, he stopped himself. And so he paused in his thought and as he let out a breath of relief he through up the words Wisdom, when love is what he started to say.

With a BOOM in his voice The Lord did instantly reply "Smart choice, remember you asked for it". And with one final command Job was instructed at first, should he ever find the truth, to define for himself what God wisdom did serve. And he spent days in discern hemming and hawing, arguing mentality the fight from eight sides with nothing left and unsure of the answer, he threw out the best he could come up with for only the ears of Heaven. Job made a final statement firm in stance "Truth is God, so wisdom must serve truth and only from wisdom could love emerge". And in that tidy understanding he came to understand that had he stopped with love as his first thought, he would have stopped himself short of finding God, Himself.

[Let us pause for a moment to break this into two posts, so then we can have a finished Job. But while you wait, how 'bout a musical accompaniment]

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And although the numbers on a calendar make seem so long, for the things we are speaking of tonight the shape of the night stars had not hardly changed even once. And in another part of small town, nowhere USA a mother rushed to the hospital by her beau anxious and excited to bring their first into this world early on a sunny fall like winters day. Anxious with anticipation the young couple eagerly arrived at the hospital waiting for the arrival of that newborn child.

Enthusiasm overtook the air of the room as there was nothing they could do but wait, the mother at one point ordering her husband to make the doctor just pull it out. As sweet and innocent as we all believe girls to be; this child brought with it a fight; refusing to leave the womb she had made home for the last nine months. Finally thought after hours of back and forth into the world was born a beautiful and healthy baby girl to trouble their world.

Overjoyed by the presence of new life, not long after she was born a proud grandmother offered to keep her a night that the young couple could get some sleep; for this little girl did not want to spend much of her time in her crib, only mother's and father's arms seemed to comfort her making the days and nights bleed together with little to no sleep. One Saturday afternoon just before Christmas had come the couple eager for some time alone, rushed that little girl to grandmothers house before breakfast was done. Excited by the chance they did not stay long as they did not want the offer to be taken from them before they got out of the driveway.

But, something was different with the little girl in her grandmother's presence. The baby girl wanted to move around and explore as much as a child that young can, trying to kick her legs with smiles and laughs as grandma sat and gazed. They sat and talked the entire afternoon, not as babies, but as adults do although the little girl could only make coos; the wise grandmother had much knowledge to impart on her that day; the feeling of time starting to slip from her.

The dark of night came far too son as is the case during the months of moon and after dinner they shared the joys of a snowfall under a crisp star accompanied moon. More tired then the young girl, grandma got her to agree to lay down and soon after slumber she fell into with a peace she had not know since she came into this cold world comforted partly by the warm glow of Christmas Tree lights by her crib. After making sure the child was well tucked in and warm, she too made off for bed too as the fireplace gave off the last of its ember glow both baby and grandmother drifted into a slumber they hadn't felt.

The snow and wind turned to blizzard conditions that night and as the fire had gone out, the chill in the room caused the elder women to stir about in her sleep. She forced herself out from the blankets to check on the child and turn up the heat as the thermostat had dropped another few degrees. Standing by the child's bed as the nostrils of dragons filled the air with warmth from the fire they burned in the basement below, the magic matron picked up the babe and walked to the window in the room where the drapes still hung rent in twain from earlier in the day.

While the wind blew heavier and the snow covered the stars and moon, the grandmother began to sing an ancient chant to the young girl that the world has long forgot, although some think they know, at the beginning it was established that each clan keep their own secrets from thieves. Approaching the window, the grandmother threw open the latches and the snow and wind began to drive their way in. With the first gush of air taking her breath the little old lady grew twice as tall as she'd ever been seen to be and her form conformed to that of a witch. Not the pretty ones or even evil one's like in Disney movies kids, something much, much worse then you can imagine as cold ran through her veins.

The little girl not once cried or showed a bit of fear even as fire roared in the distant hills that surrounded that tiny house they were in. Staring up in her eyes with the stare of excitement and surprise the witch grabbed the child by her ankle and held her high into the storm while beginning to chant in that ancient tongue again saying things that seemed to make the weather fight back with rage more and more. Watching to see tears or find screams from the little girls lungs, she seemed pleased there were none and as the snow turned to ice and began to pelt at their skin she pulled the child back into her and grinned. Yes, it is you that shall be blessed; making sure the magic will not die with me.

Pulling the girl into her bosom she continued in a whisper directed to the child's ear saying nothing but this.

"The blood of Eve runs through your veins deep and that is the mark that shall set you apart from everybody else. Only one can carry that magic through the world, and with you it shall rest when I can no longer bare its cross. From the tribe of Seth your name is claimed as it was Eve's blessing that watched over them, her youngest son, keeping them untouched by the sin of blood that covered the Earth. Now rest my child, this is your burden to bare; your cross whether you choose it or not; of this we will never speak as all but one have been born to steal it. This young lady is the gift of the Jews, passed on to you".

And as she put the you baby girl back in her crib all snuggled in she saw the little girl grin as her form changed back into her grandmother again. Smiling and giving a child a kiss goodnight, she warned as she walked out the door, be careful though little one, with great magic comes great struggle and battles. Now rest easy young one as the hand of God watches over your life.

With that the grandmother slipped back to her rocking chair and fell back into sleep as though nothing had happened. The little soon too fell asleep under the trance of Christmas tree lights sleeping well through the night.

[Well, we have more to the story of these two kids, a somewhere boy and a somewhere girl; for they have yet to even speak, but for now let's just leave them with this peace and I don't know about you, but I plan to investigate this Bible tribe thing as I've never heard it before, but I do know if my grandfather said it, it must be true].

[luvpogl-music]

Watch "Kingdom of Rain (Remastered)" on YouTube

"The Night, Drives On"

He put his loyalty in her hands; but she gave her scarf to some strangers' hands. So, The Knight drives on...(into another maidens arms).

He reflected back her love shine just as strong; but she put ice between them, and ran away. So, The Night drives on...(in search of sunlights' arms).

He spent his days offering his life to her games; but she just laughed as his feelings made every play. So, The Knight drives on...(in search of Loves' arms).

He walked alone under the stars at night, following the flames she left. But could only watch in the icy depths ahead. As she found love in strangers arms. So, The Night drives on...(in search of a golden haired damsels' hands).

All the while wondering what kind of man he must have been, to sacrifice love, simply for his foolish pride?

[luvpogl-music]

Watch "Doomtree "Gray Duck" (Official Music Video)" on YouTube

Go ahead and impress me with it stolen lies, educate me friends about "hard" uneducated bars. Show me "who's" next from some bullshit you heard on Tiny Desk. Go ahead you "woke" unwoke fools, show me how smart we all really are...

[luvpogl-music]

Tell me why do we keep doing it,

putting ourselves through the pain of this.

Realizing how much easier it would be to forget you if I was just dead.

Standing at this kitchen sink pouring out another watered down drink.

When the memories of you and me knotted up in that island breeze makes me realize the good thing I fucked up.

Sittin’ on the kitchen floor crying to your friends about the cruel things I’ve done.

But if you’d just come over and let me hold you I could explain how sorry I am it was all my fault.

Kiss that freckle on your neck while we try to forget this and get back to the way we were.

Now tell me would you like that?

[luvpogl-music]

Walkin’ hand in hand with you under the moonlight of a rainy night in these dreams of mine when your soft voice begins to speak.

It don’t matter if you’re a little loquacious, in fact I kind of like it.

Tells me it’s just the butterflies makin’ you nervous ‘bout me leanin’ in for that first kiss.  

Givin’ me a chance to interrupt your words with my lips. Just like the good scenes in them movies the players are all playin’ about us.

[poglluvnotes]

The difference between a good love story and a great one is that a great one has something more; like me cooking you breakfast while your still half asleep.

[luvpogl-music]

"Before you go; please"

I saw a vision of us dancing last night under midnights' sunbursts. Dancing - unsuspecting of Zeus & Hecates lovers plan.

I remember the soft honeyshine of candlelight tips casting gold across the cold wave of ur beautiful hair.

And, and the lights of the room began to blur and swirl. Leaving just ur bust to focus my attention.

Next, I was gasping for air, drowning and sinking in ur blue lagoons.

Clouds of white satin drenching ur shoulders & quenching ur waist.

Those perfect heels stuck in my heart; and I moved you across the ballroom, as if...if you were floating on ice...

And that's,,,that's how we met. Before the alarm went off.

[luvpogl-music]

Watch "Air Supply - All Out Of Love (Official Video)" on YouTube

My blood on your claws,

was just "Baby Doll" pink in high heels.

While the world tries to pull us aapar; dressed in ruby, you kept us on fire.

Here I was just dreamin' 'bout holdin' your hands. Just want'd to taste your breath in the candlelight of this old Cardigan...

And "What-Ifs" is a losers game, but we both know that you deserve better than me. But let's be best friends.

[luvpogl-music]

Watch "Rick Springfield - Jessie's Girl" on YouTube

It's just I got this friend see, who knows this girl. He says she's pretty cool - not because of the dimples made by her crooked smile, the heat from her laugh or even the blue that light's the room from the wide-eyed, wonderstruck, looks she gives.

[luvpogl-music]

Well #America r u sick and tired of this #covid19 quarantine like me? Let's make the Sun rise again, find love again instead of this social distancing crap that sounds like a communist GOVERNMENT!