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Greetings, Hello, what ever you prefer. my name was chosen for a reason, it means little phoenix, and was chosen because no matter how much life has thrown at me over the years like the phoenix I always rise from the ashes left behind. I am a slave not to be confused with a door mat, I have a mind and will always speak it, if this bothers you we probably won't get along. For now this will suffice but one last thing, to earn respect you must give respect. For those who have asked yes I know my place very well. I know what's expected of me and how to present myself, however it's rather rude to treat a perfect stranger like a slave or submissive when you don't know them at all.

8/6/2014 3:36:53 PM THE PHOENIX ~poem~ He knows his time is out! and doth provide New principles of life; herbs he brings dried From the hot hills, and with rich spices frames A Pile shall burn, and Hatch him with his flames. On this the weakling sits; salutes the Sun With pleasant noise, and prays and begs for some Of his own fire, that quickly may restore The youth and vigor, which he had before. Whom soon as Phoebus * spies, stopping his rays He makes a stand, and thus allays his pains...... He shakes his locks, and from his golden head, Shoots on bright beam, which smites with vital fire The willing bird; to burn is his desire. That he may live again; he's proud in death, And goes in haste to gain a better breath. The spice heap fired with celestial rays Doth burn the aged Phoenix, when straight stays The Chariot of the amazed Moon; the pole Resists the wheeling, swift Orbs, and the whole Fabric of Nature at a stand remains. Till the old bird anew, young begins again. ~The Story~ The Phoenix's song was so melodious that Apollo Himself stopped the very Sun in its tracks to listen. The Phoenix was the only one of his kind and had no mate; therefore, when he died, then his song would die with him. To keep this from happening, the God of Music granted this GORGEOUS bird Eternal Life.   The other animals were filled with jealous rage. The Phoenix did not ask Apollo for such a gracious gift, yet everyone wanted to flaunt his vibrant feathers - rich purple and deep indigo, bright yellows and lovely jades. They picked the poor bird almost clean bald, ostracizing him for having gained Apollo's favor. In pain and panic this beautiful bird, through no fault of his own, was driven from his home by the cruelty and the bullying of the other animals.   The Phoenix found an isolated and desolate area by a well and, there, dedicated his life to singing to the Sun. He vowed to Apollo that his song would belong forever to Him alone. For 500 years, he sang his song to the Sun so the Music God could enjoy the sounds which the bird emitted - safe from the jealousy, competition and bullies which abounded back at home.   While Apollo had granted His precious song-bird Eternal Life, He had neglected to grant this poor bird Eternal Youth, and 500 years is a long time. Five hundred years later, the Phoenix would cry out for Apollo's mercy daily. The bird was old and he was tired. He wanted to pass on his mantle somehow to another creature. Finally, in desperation, he gathered up sweet-smelling bark from the cinnamon tree, the sap from the myrrh tree and clove buds (the Phoenix did have a weakness for aromatic scents) and he made his way back to his place of origin. He needed to gain Apollo's attention somehow - and where better but the place where he had originally caught it?   Finally, atop a palm tree, he built a nest. In front of the progeny of those who had treated the Phoenix so poorly, he called out to the Sun one last time. Apollo, greatly moved by his song-bird's plight and show of need, granted his request and sent a ray of straight sunlight to the bird, catching his funeral pyre ablaze - bird and all.   Out of these ashes, the new Phoenix hatches and matures in a matter of moments, collects his predecessor's ashes, puts them into the egg that he just hatched from. Then he makes his long migration to Heliopolis, the City of the Sun, to allow his Father to rest in Hallowed Ground. Apollo, who granted him Eternal Life, will forever watch over him and not allow anyone else to pluck any Phoenix bald or treat the remains poorly. The fledgeling, in the Temple of the Sun, makes his vow to Apollo - the same vow that every Phoenix makes: "I will sing only for You, Oh Sun!"   He then returns to his home beside the Well to fulfill that obligation for the next 500 years. Apollo will never be without His melodious Song-Bird.