I Am A Hero

I am a Hero, the one to save them all,
My skin radiates the purest light that is a goodness call,
My body primed with strength and the power to stand tall,
The force of my attack ensures that my enemies do fall,
I am a Hero who has come to save the lost.

I am a Hero, proudly do i stand,
I hold a shiny katana that shines of silver in its brand,
In the other is the folding fan of steel that snaps within my hand,
I am a Hero to free the innocent lost.

I am a Hero, the suffering I to see,
The people who do cry with outlandish pain and agony,
their fears and tortures shown upon a face which does mercy plea,
Darkened in their nights and in need of one to set them free,
I am a Hero saving at any cost.

I am a Hero, the darkness I detest,
The minions of the night fall to my blades striking best,
And the overlord does battle with his powers of evil unrest,
I am a Hero, the one who undoes cursed.

I am a Hero, my garments strong,
A cape of two that flows over my shoulders and long,
A high collar shirt of royal blue and symbols of unwrong,
My name is spelt across the back in black of ancient song,
I am a Hero who conquered the worst.

I am a Hero, my skills are true,
Amoung the tricks and traps I danced over cliffs I flew,
Around the world I travelled far and brought peace and love anew,
I am a Hero, from the light I burst.

I am a Hero, Shiki is my name,
I was blessed by water and from the ancient Crane it came,
There was the gift of Fire and the widlest Horse I did tame,
Air was blessed by Owl and the darknest knowledge form him the same,
I am a Hero, and Earth is my realm burned.

I am a Hero, but not always in fight,
I talk to people and to friends when times and things are not alright,
they let me know their sadest tales and what haunts them in the night,
I am a Hero, and Human life I learned.

I am a Hero, two of me there be,
A warrior and a healer are the things that I am, see?
Until my time has come, to war and to peace I flee,
To help all in toruble and the ones who need me,
I am a hero, now what have you learned?

Birthday: Camp Party

I know I am late in posting this, but at least I am finally getting around to it. Had a bit to deal with.
Anyway, Saturday night was the last round of celebrations and where else would I go but DT's? The celebration was of quite a bit of cidar to drink, a number of friends to talk to and people to get to know better. Needless to say, I only paid for 2 drinks all night, and everyone else was getting me as drunk as tey could. I'm not an idiot though, and refused a few drinks so I could keep a level head home.
Slash DFarling, my one and only Slash, made a big mistake though. Her opening number was 'Sweet Transvestite' (seems to be the theme this year) and her usual thing to do while Brad is talking is to nick someone's beer and skull it. But there wasn't any beer up front, so she took my cidar thinking it was beer. Needless to say she couldn't finish it because it was too sweet and she was expecting bitter. She got me a new one to say thanks. And another at the end of the night. If we had gone out moreso, she would've had me smashed.
Dulsie told the WORST joke on God's earth, considering our national disasters.
"If you have friends or family lost in the floods, get onto www.bigpond and find them there." Too soon, Dulse dear, far too soon!
With kissing on with a nice guy at the tram stop until my tram arrived... in front of street workers, I bid farewell to another round of birthday party for this year. I feel a bit more mature and settled in who I am, considering I tend to age and mature at the same time. I wonder what this year holds? I know the dedications I made are already in play, and although I asked for some time off during my Birthday, that time has past and I am back on duty. But I feel rested enough to do my spiritual work again.
I am also doing my Diploma this year, so that will be exciting. I already know some of my classmates, and one of the newer (as in not in my cert4 class0 students works where I work, and I know that I am not the only guy after meeting him. I also know I am not the only cute guy after meeting him. Tehehe! \
Well, lots to plan, lots to do, can't sit here chewing the fat and stroking the keys all day. Chat to you soon,
Perry

Birthday: Dinner and Dance

What a gorgeous picture to round out what had to have been a gorgeous night. To gather some of my most beautiful and important friends and family members into one place for a well cooked and very tasty (if not somewhat unhealthy) meal is the way to celebrate, then I think I got it right. To the few who couldn't attend, for reasons I completely understand, you did miss a good meal and conversation, but your birthday wishes were recieved through your various messangers.
Well, following dinner and drinks, a few of us wandered down to the karaoke. i was determined outrightly not to do my traditional sings and actually play up my... naughty side a bit. Well, krystal certainly had the right idea and doing 'Sweet Transvestite' was certainly a party starter. I always love doing that song because it gets people not only going, but involved. Audience walking as a bit of a challenge, but when people realise what they've gotten into, it is always going to get approval... well, almost always.
I had decided earlier this week that i was going to do a revival of a song and see if I can still do it. The song is a bit hard to get away with in a heterosexual bar, but for the most part, i think people just enjoyed the forwardness of it. Krystal again came to the party by providing me with a blow-up penis. When singing Hanky panky (Madonna) you know people are going to sit up and watch.
Photos were taken, videos were filmed and I know I am on Youtube somewhere. Don't ask me specifically, i don't know either, but when i find out I'll link it to my Fan page! I have been trying to pimp that out a bit, but I am not getting too far. No matter. 100 fans will be enough to make me smile.
The evening slowly but surely drew to a close. I think by the end of it I only paid for one drink, and I was a little tipsy, but certainly loud. i'd made new friends, caught up with or at least saw old friends, and some people i want to get to know a bit better. I need to work on that, but until then...
One more night of celebration to go and then I am offically 25 and living with it. party, party, party!
many thanks to my party friends, my close friends, and those who I will always consider important for attending this major night of celebrating. may we party far on into the future,
Perry

Birthday: The Actual Day

Ah, Happy 25th to me. As last year might suggest, I tend to drag out my Birthday celebrations for as long as I can, and this year is no exception. So, with a day by day tell all from me, perhaps not right on the day though, I can assure you that you will be apart of my celebrations, be it physical or in thought.
Well, I decided that today had better be something of a family event. So Mum and Greg took me out to lunch at a nice little restaurunt in a place that is the boarder between Camberwell and Hawthorn. Food wasn't too bad, although my seafood and chilli pasta was very oily, so I am not overly impressed, but the dessert made up for that. I keep telling everyone on their birthdays to smile and have cake, so I thought I'd better thake my own advice.
I had a quiet afternoon setting a few thingws up that Mum and greg gave me for my Birthday. I got a large print keyboard, planner and calander, as well as a Garfield Calander, so I am all organised for 2011. Also a wonderfully written card that I think is gorgeous and very touching. GGotta love parents.
Well, this evening was a booked Cabaret show, as listed above. Kaye Sera's "Funky Faulein" was quite the throw together of all things German. From watching Mary Poppins Sing 'Supercallafragileisticxpaladocious' in german to some proper German ballards that were rather touching.

While sitting up the front is good for the view, it isn't the best for photos. But Kaye was her always amusing self, and she ahs done so much with her piano bar, it looks better than the last time I saw it. More organised, more social, and I think she is planning more extensions out the back. Don't ask, don't know, it was mentioned briefly.
Of course I had y photo taken with kaye to mark the event.

I swear I am becoing less photogenic by the day.
And I met some nce guys at the show, one of whom we might be seeing again in the near future and we will see where that takes us He was polite, he brought me a drink and gave me a birthday snog. Generous, if nothing else. I just hope he isn't a git like the last few I've dated. In one way or another, they ahve all being dolts, but that is for another time.
Tomorrow, well, I might not post about it until mid Saturday, depending on what happens, but I will try and bring photos back. Happy Birthday to me,
Perry

The Lost lesson of Humanitty

I have been playing a most interesting game recently, called Assassin's Creed. And while the game is my sort of game, what facinates me more is the life lesson that lays within. The game is set during king Richard's Criusade, and you move between Acre, jerusalim and another town that I forget it's title at present. While travelling around the town, you can hear men calling out about God, and the jews and Arabs condemming KR, while KR's Christian men wish to "help" the misled. Now, i have a broad understanding of religion, and from my understanding, all the religions pray to "God" and that, for one reason or another, God will favor them. Don't ask me why, I don't really care. But what both sides fail to see is that they are praying to the same deity, and the only thing seperating them is a want to understand each other's way of life and thinking. king Richard led the criusade for the Holy land, it was a major ordeal and ended pretty well for him.
The point of this entry is that the mistakes they were making back in the late 1200's to early 1300's, whenever the Criusade happened, is still apparent now. Many people go to war and deam their judgement from a position of religion, with no question of doubt in their mind that God sides with them. The only thing that gives these biggots support is that their man=made rules back up their claims. Now, when you look at it, all the rules aside, their prays, thoughts, beliefs and hopes are poured in the one direction, they are just channeled via a different route from their perspective. These destructive man-made beliefs are what brought about such things as the criusade, the hollacust, and other dreedful things in history. And yet, man kind is still dettermined to live its way via this train of thought, and will soon be deamed to face the mistakes and disasters again.
What makes me happy with my life and decissions is that I can look at all of these religions, know that they are right in a round-about sense, but still live my life by the simple rule that I take the consciquences for my actions. I aid those in pain, I guide those who feel lost and I do it from a non religious viewpoint. Every man and woman is responsible for their lives, reguardless of ther religious beliefs, and that, should they follow my adivce, they are most likely to end up in a better place. following it is a different matter, as I am not responsible for their decissions or the effects beyond their control, but my hope is that they will find peace for themselves. I will never tell someone something is wrong. If they want to do drugs, get smashed and violent, go drag racing or simply sexually assult someone, I won't stop them, but I will advise against it and should they follow through with it, either hand them over to the cops myself or know that the jsutice system of the universe will catch them. No physical man may ever know, but the other side will always know.
As for the assassin's of AC, they had a simple belief, that life is an illusion that you can either submit to or rise above. They saught peace and safety for all, and in a round about way, found it for them and maintained it. they did not rule, nor advised rulers. They simply removed people who threatened peace or ruled by fear and favor. Not totally my way of thinking, but better than any form of religion I have come across thus far. I don't intend to take up an assassin's position, that was another lifetime. I intend to guide, and hope that the people I meet are changed for the better, to create a better future. Wish me and my people luck,
Pez

They Can't See

Twelve Reasons Why Homosexuals Shouldn't Marry

1. Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control.

2. Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. Infertile couples and old people can't legally get married because the world needs more children.

3. Obviously, gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

4. Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage is allowed, since Britney Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage was meaningful.

5. Heterosexual marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are property, blacks can't marry whites, and divorce is illegal.

6. Gay marriage should be decided by people, not the courts, because the majority-elected legislatures, not courts, have historically protected the rights of the minorities.

7. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.

8. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

9. Legalising gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behaviour. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

10. Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why single parents are forbidden to raise children.

11. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and we could never adapt to new social norms because we haven't adapted to things like cars or longer life spans.

12. Civil unions, providing most of the same benefits as marriage with a different name are better, because a "separate but equal" institution is always constitutional. Separate schools for African-Americans worked just as well as separate marriages for gays and lesbians will.

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It's the Twelth day, drag them down already!

If I was going to be sorry, i'd say so.
Well, today is the Fifth of January, and because of that, it is officially the twelth day of Christmas. Didn't you know? the original twelve days of Christmas are not the twelve days leading up to but the twelve days are from the 25th until the 5th. In the original tradition of Christmas, you put all the decorations up on Christmas Eve to mark the celebration of the birth, and then celebrate Christmas and all the jazz, and then when the fifth comes around, today, it marks the day the three wise men rocked up and gave three otherwise useless gifts to a baby who wouldn't be able to use them until they had either gone off or lost value. So on the fifth, the same day mary and Joseph fled from Herrad, we take down our decorations and get on with our lives.
Why am I telling you this? because the more excentric of us still have all the lawn decorations out and it is just not needed. how many Santa's can appear in one front lawn. best record so far is 4. I don't know either. I ust don't want to be the one getting the bill for all of that. It is officially, by and large, over for another 11 months. Thank you so much!
I was actually reading into the history of the twelve days of Christmas, and there is quite an interesting tale surrounding it. The twelve days was written in England in the 1700's when the Church of England was growing in power and had outlawed a lot of Christmas things. So for the Christians, Catholics, etc, who were left behind, they had to hide their religion. The twelve days of Christmas was invented as a game and a rhyme to help children remember different things about the bible. For example, the four colly (not calling) birds, a less common name for blackbirds, reminded you that there were 4 horsemen of the appocolypse. The game was basically a preset version of "I'm going on a picnic and I'm taking..."
But I don't really care about all that. I prefer the Twelve Daze of Christmas which would probably be more fun if I could drink str8 alcohol.
In responce to my last blog, I'm feeling a bit more myself since spending time with friends who aren't demanding on my time, and are happy for me to do my own thing without asking too much. I hope my batteries are recharged because I'm back in the field on Thursday, but have the healing circle happening on Saturday, so that'll be a nice little in between.
Best news of the so-far week is that I now have my own Play Station 3. got it cheap, and it had a lot of my game memory on it, so I am over the moon. So I now have my PS3, a few games (some I am really looking forward to playing) and that patiently awaits me on Sunday. Whether I am that patient is a different matter, but I'm sure I'll survive.
Until next time, let us get this new year on the road,
pez

The Strong One in a Shallow World

It is safe to say this New Year's hasn't been the best, and for me, even the 'after party' was a bit of a let down. I went to DT's last night hoping (for some strange reason) that I'd find some level of escape from the night before. After all, what could be more letting down than teenagers bitching about each other? Oh yeah, I forgot, grown men doing the same thing. Stupid me! Most of the night was listening to guys talking about their sex lives, some in more detail than others, or listening to them gossip like so many hens about people who clearly weren't there. And while I know I do this sometimes, I don't get malicious about it, and try to keep the balance in the conversation. So after two hours of this bullshit, I was about ready to break down and cry. Also because, while I was hoping I'd get a rest, no, people were still talking to me and seeing me as the strong one that they could hang things on. It's not like I have a problem with this, it really isn't, but more often than not I feel like that people come to me and unload their shit and then don't stick around or so much as offer to listen tyo anything I have to say or how I feel in my life because that would weigh them down again. If it was in my nature to abandon people before the start of a cause, I'd probably do it more often. But that is not me.
So last night, before the drag show, I quietly curled up in a corner and just let myself think it all out. All that plus some drag comedy helped me feel better. So the rest of my night wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Still, can someone please tell me what it is people expect of me? Am I this tower of continuous strength that can just take it all because there is nothing that can break me? Am I just suppossed to stand there and listen to all your shallow crap until you feel better, and then be left behind to deal with your emotional mess? Even when I don't absorb any of it, i'm still feeling abandoned and somewhat unappreciated. The people who read this blog are certainly not in this catagory, but some of the people I run into, my God, couldn't see the forest that is their lives for the trees that make the foundations. I really don't care about your sex lives, nor do I care how big you are, how hairy you like your men nor do I give a toss about what positions you like, what a man specifically needs to be like and how thin he should be. %90 of all the people listening are either going to feel intimidated, lacking in worth or (if they are lucky) in with a chance. And beleive me, even when the latter is me, I know that the point that I have a bit of body fat deletes this.
Is it safe to say that in this small puddle we call our society, I am one of the few people that can see almost every angle of the waterspot? What do I have to do to get people to not only listen, but at least act like they care and ask me if I need support? I know it is partly my own fault, because I don't ask for the help, so all this builds up every now and again and I feel pretty alone because few people seem to honestly give a fuck. This is why I really do not like the gay world; it is so arrogant and full of itself and judgemental, yet when it gets judged it chucks such a hissy fit. And yet they don't seem to see the problem here. And then I appear, and the people can see the strength I have to support them as they let off their steam, bitch until they feel better, get some advice if I have it, let me put a smile on their dial, and then fuck off with little thought of paying me back in some sort of moral way. IT WOULDN'T KILL YOU TO OFFER ME A DRINK! I know this is my job, and that making people feel better about themselves or at least being a vent for people to lose their worries for a little while is an important thing to do, but I was close to tears last night because I honestly thought that nobody was honestly going to give a damn. And the few people that showed signs of interest were quickly detouring me back to disappointment with the simple advice of 'ignore it,' and so on. I don't know if they have noticed, but I'm too nice to ignore people in need, even if that need is shallow and superficial.
I know I don't help anyone without reason, even if that reason is beyond my vision at the time, and that ultimutely there will most likely be a better outcome for someone somewhere in that situation. I'd just like a little bit more recognition beyond a simple 'thanks for listening,' because I listen too much, advise often and feel that I have to hold up everything for them, even after I have cleansed myself of that person's energies.
Being atuned as a Wise One, I can see the darker side of everything, including myself. I know my darker side would tell people exactly what they can do with their shallow problems, and would probably let them have it verbally. This heavy belt up the side of the head would probably either hurt their feelings, make them think or get them rilled up at me. And while this would probably be a better way to do things to get people out of this shallowness they take refuge in, I am here to tell you that I would, sooner or later, feel guilty for doing this. Believe me, I can think of suitable punishments for a lot of people in this class and it would teach them exactly how this world works, and probably get them in touch with that thing we call reality, but it is outside my nature to do these things, as tempting as it is. If I am going to help people, I am going to have to take the long road of guiding them through it. I'd just feel better if they damned well listen to me once in a while. I am sick and tired of dishing out advice and not seeing the results of the advice, because people are either too afraid or too stubborn to budge. What is the bloody point of coming to me for advice and not following through? Save me some effort and don't ask if you do not intend to follow up on it. I'd feel a lot better about things if you did. You might be living in the shallow end of the living spectrum, but at least you'd honestly be able to say you want to be there.
I guess I am just finding it hard to do my job at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I love helping people, and I couldn't think of another way to live, but sometimes, not always, but just sometimes, I am wishing that the people who come to me would damned well follow through. It's like asking a lawyer what to do in court to pleed your case and then doing the exact opposite. I can't solve your problem for you, but I can point you in the right direction and therefore start showing you where the light at the end of the tunnel is. And no, it isn't the train coming the other way, it is the light that you have saught and begged for in your mind and heart, so trust it fo fuck sake. Enough pettiness, enough self-delussion, enough over-valued self-importance, just get a grip and take that risk for a change. I can't do it for you, so just go!
Right, I feel a bit better having gotten that off my chest. perhaps I might go into a corner and cry for a while. I'm glad I do have some people in my life who are good enough to take the weights off me for a bit and give them back when I ask, because otherwise I might be curled up in a straight jacket bawling for people to leave me alone and that I don't want to hear form them. Padded cells aren't the best of fun, I understand.

The Second Eye of the Storm

Happy New Calander Year! This is certainly going to be a big year. I can't say with all truth I've been on this blog site for one whole year (yet), but I can say that it has been a pleasure being here. No, I'm not going anywhere, and after the events of last night, I'm not even sure I want to be going anywhere righht now.
So my choices for New Year's partys boiled down to either DT's or a party at my friend's place (Jess). Well, I haven't seen Jess in ages and I still had her birthday present (July) on hand to give to her. Well, I suppose I better go see her. I didn't know anyone at the party, but I did talk to them and get to know them. Not totally the sort of people I hang out with, and I can only think of one or two of them that I would keep in continuous contact with.
But outside of that, I have a few things lined up for this year, including lots of study, work and trying to get a bit better in shape. Sick of my gut and I want to try and either tone it down or strengthen it up, either works. I certainly have a few social things thrown in for the next month which is quiet. But knowing my luck, my phone will ring off the hook and my social calander will soon be filled up. Lucky me!
I do have another theory to type up and post, but I'm really looking for networks to post this at so I can get a few more followers. It'd be nice to have it more commented on (like here) and I think that what I am typing could help people. Open some minds, create some positive flow, raise some questions on self and perspective.
Lastly, I have noticed recently that I am being.... not tested, but given demonstrations of different things from Deity. I recently read Doreen Virtue's PhD "Realms of the Earth Angels," and now I am seeing them everywhere. So I think I am being demonstrated different types so I know what I am looking at when. I have certainly run into a lot of incarnated elementals, and my Pagan Circle is full of either Angels or Wise Ones, so the demonstration goes on until I can get it right I think. This is also calling on me to do some self searching when not focusing on the dealings of others and trying to heal the world. I love my work, don't get me wrong, but there are times when I want to go out and have a night off. But social circles are the best places to give help, so there is a fine balance to this. Like all things, there is a reason and a balance to maintain.
Well, Last year has been fun, this year holds quite a bit of adventure, and tomorrow is a new adventure like today. Yesturday is always fleeing, tomorrow never comes and today cannot leave. Yesturday is an experience had, tomorrow is an experience to have and today is the experience of the moment. Enough philosophy, Happy New Calander Year,
Perry