Tuesday, March 15, 2011

I'm Tired

I'm tired of starting the day without you.
I'm tired of waiting for the call that never comes.
I'm tired of coming home to an empty house.
I'm tired of sleeping alone.
I'm tired of having no one to tuck in at night.
I'm tired of seeing happy families.
I'm so tired of feeling alone.
I'm so very tired of hearing this too shall pass.

When someone we loves dies, we are left to endure so many things. Their death is the big obvious one, but slowly we realize that there is more...like the thousand and one reminders that our special person died each time we return-alone-for the first time to a place or experience we once shared. And like the no-matter-how-well-intentioned-ridiculous things that people say to us that only make us feel more alone and less understood.
Everyone around us still seems to have places to go and things to do, while our world has either stopped or spun mercilessly out of control. We no longer understand people's need to hurry. What are they hurring to, their own deaths? We no longer have the energy or desire to hurry; time for us changed with the death of our loved one.
In time, when my broken heart has begun to men, though I may still be "tired of", I may also say:

I'm so glad for every day we had.
Thinking of you makes me smile.
I feel your presence with me everywhere.
I know now that death cannot really take you away from me.
I will live ni ways to make you proud.
Life is good; Let me live.

By Deb Kosmer

The Wildwoods

Ancient Spirits wise and old
Hidden secrets never told
Mystic symbols carved in oak
Faces in the sacred smoke
Forest dark and magic white
Words of power, spells of light
Cast the circle, light the flame
Call the powers in the old God's name
Aradia the Mother bright
Queens and Priestess of the night
Hunter Herne and Jack o'the green
Ate watching hidden and unseen
There's magic in the sacred ground
So draw protection all around
The moon is bright, the magic strong
The witch wind whispers fair song
Cast the circle, light the flame
Call the powers in the old God's name
But from the paths you must stray never
Oh the wildwoods will keep you forever.


L.R.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

雨 (Rain)

Rokugastu no uso me no mae no hontou
Sepia ni shimaikomu
Yorisou to ka nukumori to ka
Wakaranaku natteta

"Kimi wa shitori de keiki da kara...ne"to
Oshitsukete sayonara
Son tagui no kiyaume nara
Kikiakita hazu na no ni

Nariyamanai youshanai omoidetachi wa
Yurushitekuresou ni mo nai
Me wo tojreba ikioi wa masu bakari de
Toomaki de kimi ga wara

Ame wa itsuka yamu no deshou ka
Zuibun nagai aida tsumetai
Ame wa dou shite boku wo erabu no
Nigeba no nai boku wo erabu no

Yatto mitsuketa atarashii asa wa
Tsukihi ga jama osuru
Mukau saki wa "tsugi" ja nakute
"Sugi"bakari oikaketa

Nagusame kara kikkake wo kureta kimi to
Urameshiku kowagari na boku
Sorosoro ka na tesaguri tsukarete hoho wo
Kattou ga koboreochiru

Kako wo shiritagaranai hitomi
Arainagashitekureru yubi
Yasashii hohaba de iyasu kuzuato
Todokisou de todokanai kyori

Ame wa itsuka yamu no deshou ka
Zuibun nagai aida tsumetai
Ame wa dou shite boku wo erabu no
Tsutsumarete ii ka na

Ame wa yamo koto wo shirazo ni
Kyou mo furitsuzuku keredo
Sotto sashidashita kasa no naka de
Nukumori ni yorisoinagara


This song is entirely japanese. I am still working on translating it into english.

Exerpt from the Japanese song Rain

Japanese:
Yatto mitsuketa atarashii asa wa
Tsukihi ga jama wo suru
Makau saki wa tsugi janakute
Sugi kakari oikaketa

Nariyamanai yousha nai omoidetachi wa
Yurushite kuresou ni mo nai

Sorosoro ka na tesaguri tsukarete hoho wo
Kattou ga koboreochiru

Ame wa itsuka yamu no deshou ka
Zuibun nagai aida tsumetai
Ame wa dou shite boku wo erabu no
Tsutsumarete ii ka na

Ame wa yamo koto wo shirazu ni
Kyou mo furitsuzuku keredo
Sotto sashidashita kasa no naka de
Nukumori ni yorisoinagara


English:
We've finally found the new morning
It's hindered by days gone by
It is not the future that we turned to chase
All we pursue is the past

These relentless memories won't stop ringing in my head
They won't seem to forgive me

Isn't it about time for these tears of conflict
To brim and fall down my tired cheeks?

I wonder when the rain will stop?
It's been cold for the longest time
Whey does the rain choose to fall on me?
Should I loose myself to it?

The rain does not know how to stop
It continues to fall as always
While, in the umbrella you gently held out to me
I snuggle towards your warmth


PS I haven't found out who the singer is but when I do I'll post it.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Ballads by Mrs. Roeglin's Fifth Grade Class

When I went to hit the ball
I tried and tried not to fall
When I tried to get a home run
I missed the ball but still had a lot of fun.

Come on ref, let's flip the dime
Let's score some points before half time
Come on coach we want to cream
We want to cream the other team.

I was running to hit the ball
But my shoe untied and made me fall
I was playing tennis against my twin
And I was hoping I would win.

My brother fell and broke his toes
Because he had triped on a hose
They lost the game which made him mad
So then I felt very sad.

Every time I watch football
Everybody seems to fall
If they make this one last goal
The Packers will go to the Super Bowl.

I am never really able
To keep that ball up on the table
The net always blocks my shot
Then I start to get really hot.

I am usually pretty fast
I have never come in last
The fastest person's name is Kim
She tells us that she loves to swim.

As I start to dribble the ball
My shoes untie and I start to fall
When I fall I bump my head
All I want to do is go to bed.

When I start to shoot a duck
I see a great big 30-point buck
Then I go to grap my gun
I hit the deer and it started to run.

I slipped and fell off my skateboard
And landed on a telephone cord
When I fell I skinned my knee
And hit my head and I can barely see.

I'm gonna kick that soccer ball
I hope I don't trip and fall
I stepped into a great big hole
And scored the winning soccer goal.

As I ran I began to tumble
Then it ended up being a fumble
The next play was going to be a pass
But then I tripped and fell in the grass.

I go to the ice rink and hope to learn
The teacher taught me how to turn
Then I did a double flying spin
This time I really hope to win.


These were written by my younger brother and his classmates in Mrs. Roeglin's 5th grade class.