Horoscopes by Holiday by Holiday Mathis

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Good Morning and Welcome Back Holiday! You were missed yesterday. I myself went missing for a moment to think some deep thoughts and to think some light hearted ones too. I feel both relaxed and focused. So much happened inside me over the last couple of days. What celestial events precipitated this transformation? I feel like laughing AND working. Will this trend continue? Thanks!

Let the creative juices flow!

Top of the day,I have been gone on a journey that seems to have lead me back here. Last time i went left,this time i went right,but i still end up here. I like it this way,i have the prefect beat ,to make everyone fell the way i do and the title does say it all. The humor is coming back,you do have to shove it down my throat,but i do want it. It's not long till christmas,i hate this time of year, but i will not be bringing people down,i will not bug yawl with my problems', plan on getting what i want by and that day, like the song title says. Hugs for everyone form k ,even if there's a knife in my hand,just take the hug and smile.

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With all my old people coming back into my life, i really don't know how this want be the best christmas ever. My numbers are blowing up,or am i bluffing. I really do forget how many girls ,i have known like and moved on to the next one with out tapping that ass. I'm not saying i'm going to start,but hey old girls that where friends,when you left it like that who knows,what they will do now all grown that there grown up. My plan is going to work without a many problems,i would say the rain,is going to be mine.I still don't know what the person i love wants,hey don't think i didn't see the back door kick in,i will let you have it.I did plan on it or did you notice you will still have to digg.HAHA

I'm going to shut up,but thanks for the comment yesterday.I feel the same i'm ruined without my j.Well not ruined but well sick in the bed thats for sure,what ever ,its no joke everyone knows,i don't want to live without her>i'm truing comment number forty one yesterday was my best shot.,I don't want to get shoot neither so at least she know's yesterday was my bad,i was only thinking about my hurt feelings.Will the real p please stand up.

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This is humor,i never seen this video,but if you see it as a joke it is funny.Does j stand for Jealous , i know i get there but fuck you, get that way if i bring up a girls name.I would like it if,you didn't get so upset.:))))))))only you babe......I love you.

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I mean it.

Well i say say this:

You are my happiness,i should make you happier,since my world revolves around my happiness.
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I'm going have a lot of anxiety,just admitting this to myself.

I wrote this know one would use my name,only once or twice,but not in a long time.

Every one knows,i'm sorry i stop showing you, just been mad at the world,not you.

I want to get back to work,i'm taking shit side jobs,to make sure every one gets what they want for xmas.I don't even like that kind of work i quiet years ago.So ok,i'm sorry,that i messed up,its not that big of a deal.You going to forgive me,wait you already did,hoping i would help you out with your xmas gifts,i hope so,cuz i'm in over my head.The congress just f me up my butt to so,thats how we got here to tell you the turth.The turth don't hurt my pride does,for real i seen my brother just say something that true and scares the shit out of him.I get bad news, well i really didn't see that i would be kissing everybodies ass today but i am.My lips are puckered up,where do i start,wash that ass first to,i didn't do know one that dirty.I guess the joke was on me again ha ha.

I feel sick, so think about it, this has been one day, i proably will never forget.I want to the think i finnally got threw the bad point,just ibs for a couple of days.I would say i feel the world on my sholders wright now,and might put my tail in the middle my legs and run like a bitch,only to end up back here.I need to throw up, i feel sick.

Sounds like you could use some ginger ale for your stomach. Are you nervous, or stressed? Lots of people will be supporting you tomorrow. Dont be unhappy about xmas, lots of people love you and are wishing you a joyful season. Its not about the stuff, ifs about the friends you love enough to indulge. If you have people like that in your life, thats the best gift. Or so say I, the sick cheerful one who loves to spoil the people that I love. Ill spoil you too and give you everything you want for xmas. Have some ginger ale and crackers and look forward to all the gifts that are coming your way!

To my Hero- Mista C-
I missed you, I was worried. Don't doodoo dat crap again to me.
you need someone to rub da beely? Rub a dub dub- a man and a woman in da tub.
Hate that when you luv you worry. Left right left. Go left-dare you. Chicken? be bold, I miss the
wall balls, so strong and testosterony.
IBS it be shit-literally, ha. Awe hoeny I am sorry it not be fun. I have heard and seen it before many a times.
Just breathe baby. I am here for you. Over here. Wish I could be dare for ya to make it all betta.
Take care of my other half hrt I want it back.
You gots da key to da back door dontcha. Woddle woddle. Spank Spank.

I said i need a couple of days and i get a hour,thats cool my home work is giving me a head ache but you got to do what you gotta do.

Fuck it it would not be right unless there was a song,i got the perfect old school combo that everyone will love...




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I hope he knows what he is doing.I seen his hair turn gray as shit over the last two months.I think he said that he went crazy,lost it,seeing shit dissapear in front of his face.Has it been rough enough,is it going to get rougher.I'm looking right at him he is in mania,laughing his ass off,just chucklying aways.