Waxing Poetic: The Forge-Master

The moon phase has waned to new. Tomorrow marks the New Moon and the Perigean Spring Tide, but my creativity has been waxing strong lately. Here is a dream-inspired poem of mine, which is copyrighted. You have no permissions to it other than reading it.


Shaper of iron…rugged and strong

Wild, long hair and beard blow and flow in the wind

Cresting the hill, he approaches bare-chested

The forge is cold…long untouched…neglected, she slumbers

He sets powerful hands to the bellows – deftly manipulates

Coals glow under his experienced touch…heat rises

He reaches down, caressing the knob on the vent – the flames explode

He smiles, thrusting thick, raw pig-iron into the fire

Hands deftly pump the bellows – steadily…rhythmically

Iron glows red…then white-hot

Sweat streams down muscular thighs

Loincloth falls away, unnoticed in his exertions

Iron is doused with cool, soothing fluid…steam rises in a sigh

Mold me, forge-master…I am your smoldering ember

Friday Vernal Equinox…2015!!!


The Vernal Equinox is today…the first day of Spring! It officially enters my little corner of the world at 3:45 p.m. (PDT), and I can already feel the sense of rebirth and renewal that always occurs this time of the year…I entered this world during this season under the indomitable sign of Aries, so I shout out: “Here I am – like it or not!”
 Another fantastic celestial event occurred last night…a beautiful total eclipse of the sun. It was best seen in the Northern Atlantic, stretching all the way to the North Pole. From BBC News:

“Millions of people in the UK and northern Europe have glimpsed the best solar eclipse in years. A great swathe of the Earth’s surface was plunged into darkness as the Moon came between us and the Sun. From an aeroplane above the Faroe Islands, a BBC camera crew captured startling footage of the event reaching totality at 09:41 GMT. The deep shadow formed first in the North Atlantic and then swept up into the Arctic, ending at the North Pole…In all parts of the UK, the eclipse reached at least 83%, with the darkness peaking at about 09:35 GMT. The precise timing and degree of the eclipse varied with location. For the Shetland Islands, the eclipse was at its height at 09:43 GMT and was very near total, with 97% of the Sun’s disc obscured by the Moon. For those caught under cloudy skies, the internet was a good option to see the eclipse. Scientific agencies had planes and even satellites gathering video to relay on the web and on television. In the UK, the weather turned out to be slightly better than anticipated, with clouds breaking in many places at just the right time. London and the South East, on the other hand, just saw their grey day get slightly gloomier.”

My eyes look to the skies this weekend…my gaze shall return to the troubles of this world on Monday. Even goddesses need their rest, after all! For now, enjoy this time-lapse video of the eclipse, from NRK. The corona is magnificent!
I just heard of the untimely death of A.J. Pero, longtime drummer for the band Twisted Sister. From BBC News:
AJ Pero, the drummer with US heavy metal band Twisted Sister, has died aged 55. The group announced his death on their website, but did not give the cause of death. Pero first joined Twisted Sister in 1982 and left in 1986, but he later reunited with the band in 2001 and continued to perform with them. The band is best known for their 1984 hits, We’re Not Gonna Take It and I Wanna Rock.”
R.I.P., A.J. – rock on.
Twisted Sister: “We’re Not Gonna Take It

R.I.P., Clive Burr

Clive Burr: 8 March 1957 – 12 March 2013

Wow…yet ANOTHER name from a band I loved in my “teens-ages” has taken that stairway to the music chamber / recording studio in the sky – Clive Burr, the drummer on the first three Iron Maiden albums recently passed away. He died on 12 March after suffering from multiple sclerosis for many years. BBC News reports:

“Former Iron Maiden drummer Clive Burr has died at the age of 56 after suffering from multiple sclerosis.

Steve Harris, the heavy metal band’s founder and bass player, said it was “terribly sad news” in an announcement on the group’s website.

“He was a wonderful person and an amazing drummer who made a valuable contribution to Maiden in the early days when we were starting out.”

Burr joined Iron Maiden in 1979 and played on their first three albums.

Lead singer Bruce Dickinson also paid tribute, saying: “Even during the darkest days of his MS, Clive never lost his sense of humour or irreverence.”

Burr played on the band’s debut album Iron Maiden (1980), Killers (1981) and their number one 1982 album The Number of the Beast…

Born in 1957 in east London, Burr was a member of British metal band Samson before joining Iron Maiden.

“I first met Clive when he was leaving Samson and joining Iron Maiden,” said Dickinson. “He was a great guy and a man who really lived his life to the full.”

Burr left the band in December 1982, just as they were about to become a global stadium headliner.

When he was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2001, his former Maiden bandmates formed the Clive Burr MS Trust Fund to help raise money for his living costs.

They performed a number of concerts in his honour when he struggled to keep up payments on his house.”

I got into “hardcore” music, which I later learned was called “heavy metal”, at the tender age of 8(!!!). Why, you may ask? Simple:

  • As the indentured servant / “boughten coloured child” of privileged whites, I carried much anger and resentment inside. I supposedly was “adopted as a daughter,” but that changed overnight when I was seven years of age… “little sister” came along and “Mummy Dearest” emerged!
  • The 8-track cassettes available on the boat were an interesting mix – The Beatles Greatest Hits, KISS Double Platinum, Ferrante & Tiecher’s Soundtracks, Jonathan Livingston Seagull (ORIGINAL audiobooks, LOL), Seals & Crofts, and George Benson. Yes, I lived upon the water while “Mr. Milquetoast” built a fish hatchery from the ground up!

I love the heavy metal genre and fly a big middle finger to anyone who says, thinks, or feels that “It’s not RIGHT for YOU to enjoy THAT SORT of MUSIC!!!” I would get so fucking pissed when I wasn’t allowed to wear my Mötley Crüe, Iron Maiden, or Black Sabbath t-shirts to school… “That is NOT appropriate attire for a young lady to wear!” was the screechy shriek from “mummy dearest’s” thin lips, yet she wouldn’t bat an eyelash over what her boys or girl wore. Typical hypocrisy from a racist fucktard! In case you were wondering, here is the specific Iron Maiden shirt that caused her so much distress:

Digressing…I was angry and listened to angry music. I love the wailing guitars and the pounding drums; the jagged basslines and the violent imagery. When I like a song, ANY SONG, I will listen to it over and over again…I take it apart in my mind and listen to every individual instrument to learn where they land. I delve into the lyrics and burn them into my brain. I memorize every little infinitesimal piece! Then I put it all back together and…it’s in me. I’ve absorbed it into my being and it resides there for eternity.

Words fail me at the moment…Clive, you were one of the best – you are in excellent company with the legends that preceded you. Following are my three favourite songs by this legendary band…enjoy my darker side, won’t you?     😎

Iron Maiden: “Flight of Icarus

Iron Maiden: “Killers

Iron Maiden: “Run to the Hills

“Run To The Hills”

White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back
Women and children are cowards attack
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills, run for your lives
[repeat to end]

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Friday Songs: “The Great American Nightmare” – Rob Zombie; “We Die Young” – Alice In Chains

Songs for the day…’nuff said for the moment.

Rob Zombie: “The Great American Nightmare

“The Great American Nightmare”

Dig deep down from Planet X, yeah
Thirteen ghosts in the devil’s head
Step right up and feel the fire
Hardcore love of the never dead
Call me the American nightmare
Call me the American dream
Call me your soul corrupted
Call me everything you need
Yeah, motherfucker
Yeah, who do you love
Yeah, motherfucker
Who do you love, yeah
Black boots stomp and penetrate, yeah
Lust and death gone in your head
Rat pack mind degenerated
Thirteen ghosts sing the body red

Call me the dark intruder
Call me the haunted sea
Call me your Monster Zero
Call me anything you need
Yeah, motherfucker
Yeah, who do you love
Yeah, motherfucker
Who do you love, yeah

Call me the American Nightmare
Call me the American dream
Call me your soul corrupted
Call me everything you need

Yeah, motherfucker
Yeah, who do you love
Yeah, motherfucker
Who do you love, yeah
Yeah, motherfucker
Yeah, who do you love
Yeah, motherfucker
Who do you love, yeah

Alice In Chains – “We Die Young

Scary’s on the wall
Scary’s on his way
Watch where you spit
I’d advise you wait until it’s over
Then you got hit
And you shoulda known better

And we die young
Faster we run
Down, down, down you’re rollin’
Watch the blood float in the muddy sewer
Take another hit
And bury your brother
And we die young
Faster we run
Scary’s on the wall
Scary’s on his way
Another alley trip
Bullet seek the place to bend you over
Then you got hit
And you shoulda known better
Faster we run
And we die young

Friday song: “Aenima” – Tool

Sometimes, this is how I feel about my fellow humanoids.  Let Mother Nature flush away us vermin, and begin anew…I see us as an out-of-control cancer on the planet, raping the resources and destroying things with no thought or care.  I feel sick and sad inside when I see images of oil-covered seabirds, turtles choking on plastic bags, dolphins and sharks drowned and wasted in giant drag-nets.  I don’t believe in spiking trees to prevent logging, but I do believe that a lot more care needs to be given when it comes to collecting and gathering what limited resources we have.  Nothing lasts forever…

Tool – “Aenima

Some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It’s a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking Time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

STUPID shit, silly shit, stupid shit…

One great big festering neon distraction,
I’ve a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Mum’s gonna fix it all soon.
Mum’s comin’ round to put it back the way it ought to

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands,
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I’m praying for rain
And I’m praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mum please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don’t just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it come down.
Bring it down.
Suck it down.
Flush it down.

Friday song: “Chaos A.D.” – Sepultura

This is one of my favorite songs – the lyrics say it all.  Enjoy…

Sepultura: “Chaos A.D.”

I – refuse!
I – resist!
Chaos A.D.
Tanks on the streets
Confronting police
Bleeding the Plebs
Raging crowd
Burning cars
Bloodshed starts
Who’ll be alive?!

Chaos A.D.
Army in siege
Total alarm
I’m sick of this
Inside the state
War is created
No man’s land
What is this shit?!


Chaos A.D.
Disorder unleashed
Starting to burn
Starting to lynch
Silence means death
Stand on your feet
Inner fear
Your worst enemy


Hell YEAH!!!

Poster for Hell On Earth Tour 2011

Concert.  Friday, 8/5/2011.  Memorial Coliseum in Portland, Oregon.  Exodus, Slayer, and Rob Zombie.  It was a head-banging, fist-pumping, foot-stomping, full-frontal audio-visual assault of face-melting metal!!!  I’d been waiting for years to see the Zombie-Man in concert, and it was well worth the wait – I was not disappointed in the least, and the show was everything I expected it to be!  I envied the people slam-dancing in the mosh pit; I wanted to be down amongst my fellow freakazoids in the middle of the slamming, punching, whirling and jumping.  Unfortunately, a knee sprain kept me from getting down and dirty – I didn’t want to impede the healing process, or re-injure it worse than it had been, so I stayed safe in my seat above the human maelstrom – but, in my head, I was down there with them all and enjoying the craziness!  I was looking damned good, if I do say so myself – decked out in a tight, midriff-baring top with cutaway sleeves that showed just enough cleavage to avoid looking slutty; tight black shorts, red-and-black striped tights a la the Wicked Witch of the West, black leather boots, and a nice long, lightweight crocheted ‘duster’ style sweater.  Got a few compliments, I can tell you that!

The show was impressive.  I’ll admit to going mainly to see Rob Zombie, but seeing Slayer and Exodus was a grand bonus!  Exodus and Slayer relied mainly on their own powerhouse vocals and instruments, along with fog machines and lights to punctuate the mayhem.  Rob Zombie had the most visual show out of the three – smoke and fog billowing, flames blasting, robots creeping and lurching across the stage, and massive screens displaying images of violence and nudity to keep the blood boiling…it was deliciously brutal!  Metal the way it was meant to be enjoyed.

I shelled out $70 for two t-shirts but didn’t have to buy beer – some friends of mine that we met there chipped in for the suds, but beer at any public venue leaves a lot to be desired, unless you happen to be at a Brew Fest of some sort!  Plenty of ale awaited us when we got home, so it was all good – I slipped into dreams of motorcycles and music…those are sweet dreams in my book, LOL

Music – the Universal Language

I absolutely LOVE music – I adore it in many of its forms and genres.  When I was much younger, I could often be found curled up under our family’s baby grand piano while my grandmother or mother plinked away.  Both of my parents would play all sorts of music on cassette tapes or our LP vinyl player, so I was introduced to a lot of classical music (Bach, Brahms, Beethoven, Wagner, Pachelbel, Vivaldi, and Ravel were prominent), Native American powwow chanting and drumming, Celtic bagpipes, zydeco, and soft rock.  By the time I was eight I had started memorizing and singing snippets of songs by the Beatles, KISS, AC/DC, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and the Moody Blues.

The winter before I turned nine, we lived on a boat out in an inlet on an unihabited island, while my dad was building a fish hatchery from the ground up.  We only had a little 8-track player for music; our collection of 8-track cassettes included a book (Jonathan Livingston Seagull), while the music selection included the soundtracks for Hair and Jesus Christ: Superstar.  We also had Seals & Crofts, England Dan & John Ford Coley, Gordon Lightfoot, George Benson, and Creedence Clearwater Revival.  We finally moved ‘back to the mainland’ and into a house a month after the school year started (I was still eight and started fourth grade), I discovered the joys of our public radio broadcasting system, and was exposed to a wider variety of music than I knew existed!

Fast-forward to August 1, 1981 – the advent of Music Television, MTV!!

‘Video Killed the Radio Star’ by The Buggles was the premiere video, and at the time it seemed as though MTV played the same 20 videos over and over again!  Commercials were almost always muted by the network, so you knew to run back and plop your butt in front of the TV when the opening guitar chords began.  Since we didn’t have cable TV at the time, I could only watch MTV at the homes of friends or when I was child-sitting, but there were a small number of half-hour music video programs airing at the time, so I was still able to keep up with the latest hits from the newest stars:  Duran Duran, Michael Jackson, Madonna, The Go-Gos, The Bangles, Def Leppard, Quiet Riot, Slade, Ratt, Blondie, The Sugarhill Gang, and scores of others.  I was hooked!  In school I began choir and band practice; I sang soprano in the former and played clarinet in the latter, although I’d really wanted to play the saxophone.  I also took piano lessons because I wanted to play for fun – sadly, my mother was a bit of a taskmaster and took all of the joy out of piano-playing for me.  I quit piano but continued in choir and band, and even got in on some school plays/musicals just so that I could sing.

My dad began working at the radio station in Wrangell when I turned 14, so I asked if I could go along with him and help out with sorting and organizing the music library.  He said that it was fine, so I got my first taste of on-air work, and began volunteering there shortly after that.  Since then I’ve worked at two other radio stations, and one day I would like to build my own studio in, and broadcast from, my own presonally custom-designed house.

Here’s “Video Killed the Radio Star” by the Buggles…enjoy!

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