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Lecter 01-30-2007 07:58 AM

Wings for Marie Pt 1 & 10,000 Days (Wings Pt 2)
Wings for Marie Pt 1

You believed in movements none could see.
you believed in me.
A passionate spirit.
Boundless and open.
A light in your eyes.
Then immobilized.
Fell at the hands
of those movements that I wouldn't see.
yet it was you who prayed for me.
So what have I done to be son to an angel?
What have I done To be worthy?

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light
Please forgive this selfish question, but...
What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?
"She never told a lie.
Well, might of told a lie, but never lived one."
"Didn't have a life, didn't have a life, but surely saved one."
See? I'm alright.
Now it's Time for us to let you go.

10,000 Days (Wings Pt 2)

Listen to the tales and romanticize how we'd follow the path of the hero.

Boast about a day when the rivers over run how we'd rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize our way into the arms of the savior.

Feigning all the Trials and tribulations but none of us have actually been there. Not like you.

Ignorant siblings and the congregation gather round spewing sympathy.
Spare me.
None of them can even hold a candle up to you.
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see.

But enough about the collective Judas.

Who could deny you were the one who illuminated your little piece of the divine?

This little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me,
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you Safely On your way.
Your way home.

What are they gonna do when the lights go down without you to guide them all to Zion?

What are they gonna do when the river's over run other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way, but all eyes upon the ground.
You were the light and the way that they'll only read about.
I only pray heaven knows when to lift you out.
10 thousand days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home.

You're the only one who can hold your head up high, shake your fist at the gates, saying,
"I've come home.
now... Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father.
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now.
My time now.
Give me my wings."

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance (with the) burden of proof
tossed upon the believers,
You were my witness, my eyes, and my evidence.
Judith Marie.
Unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion,
but should you see your makers face tonight...
Look him in the eye. Look him in the eye.
Tell him,
"I never lived a lie, never took a life,
but surely saved one.
It's time for you to bring me home."

words by Maynard James Keenan

Lecter 04-17-2009 01:58 PM

Nagual del JUDITH

"We are the music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams."
Willy Wonka

I am standing on a metaphorical plateau. The view from here suggests that I/we still have many mountains to negotiate. It has already been a long journey. But the successes and failures have been in balance. Which would suggest that I/we have chosen the correct path. I hold in my hands the evidence to support this statement. It was a shot in the dark. A shot preceded (and continually followed even as we speak) by doubt, resistance to change, fear, hostility, and jealousy by a vocal minority. But a shot also surrounded by love, light, support, intrigue, joy, patience, and faith by those who truly understand passion and will. With tears in my eyes, I present to you the very first 100% Arizona Caduceus wine. Nagual del JUDITH, named after my late mother, Judith Marie, whose ashes are spread across this Northern Arizona vineyard. These vines and wines are her resurrection and her wings.

At the age of 30, Judith Marie fell victim to a series aneurisms that left her unable to walk, write, read, or dress. Her peripheral vision, speech, and motor skills were significantly impaired, so suffice to say her dream of traveling the world was pretty much out of the question. However her memories were completely intact. During moments of clarity and focus she would, with great difficulty, describe a life long recurring dream. "Since I was a child I used to dream that I could fly. I would stand on one leg, look up towards the sky, and with my arms lifted out and up, my fingers stretched towards the sun, the wind would come and swirl all around me. And then gently lift me up into the air. This is how I would travel. This is how I was able to see the whole world."

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