On the occasion when I'm struck by inspiration, I get the strange fixation to write some rhyme based poetry or the like, once things are put in motion... It's like I'm riding a bike, heading down hill in the rain, and my brain, is getting flooded with emotion.
Relationships are easy, Love is hard...
Romance is a dance between partners, or made a worldly affair to share, whatever way wandered with whims, wishes, woes, wants...
Love is like water, it can flow around us without ever really noticing, it can chill us to the bone, or be hot enough to burn, gaseous and hard to grasp, or solid and made to last.
Bring forth the light and start the show, guide me to where I must strike the first blow.
For I am steel to wield sharper then the wind, I am the end of wars, and cause them to begin, with me at your side we are destined to win.
The fire in your eyes with burning ambition, all your efforts and dreams will come to fruition, with me in your hand you have a mission.
Calm as water yet sending ripples as waves, we cause earth to shudder and open fresh graves, with me in mind all are your slaves.
All it takes is a single touch, that is all, it ain't much, just give it a push and watch it all fall.
Kids with guns are taking over, time is moving slower, can't help but wonder when it will end, so we can just begin again.
As are pace from this place in every case just works to erase more in poor taste,
Til we can't face what has gone to waste, losing what ground we had as a base.
Does anyone realize what disguise we use as our guise with are lies?
Or are we simply living by and by waiting to die...
The past is are all just memories that we perceive,
and some I just want to forget,
the ones so filled with regret,
I've got too many like you wouldn't believe.
I've sought comfort in friends and family alike,
tried to get back up and get psyched,
instead I tend to spiral right back,
on to the same old routine of looking at the stack.
Of all those misatkes I've maed that I can neevr change.
Knowing full well that you can't alter it from then,
and only try to move on again,
but they affect me like ripples in the water today,
and I see them haunting me in so many ways.
It's not sympathy I'm looking for as I'm lying down on the floor, staring through that crack below my door.
Past it I know my life is waiting to begin or end again, just a matter of if, and, or, when.
In this case how can I erase that face that I think has just gone to waste?
It preys on my mind I find leaving me dumb, deaf, and blind.
For beneath my hand, they were gone, and I didn't know what to do or say.
Should I have taken them and lay them below in the love of the land.
Let sorrow fall like rain knowing life would go on.
Sit there simply stunned and pass away the day.
No, no, none of these were in my heart at the time, and so I took the
Direction I lack looking back on my one way track,
Every step I take to break the state I'm stuck in,
Seems to only end in my own destruction,
So I wonder what's my dysfunction.
When I was young I thought I knew it all,
Too bitter to realize how I had to fall,
Barely wise enough to make the call,
Only acting out in an attempt to stall,
The inevitable path of that rolling ball.
The time it took me to take a moment and think,
Every realization or epiphany began to stink,
As my true self began to sink,
Under the weight of holding off at the brink...
We are all but ships upon this sea, drifting endlessly as far as we can see. Our futures hold stories and storms ready to unfold, and bracing winds of fire or cold.
In our wake is the past which we move from in full mast, for times are changing, when ropes have been cast, and currents are crying.
Perhaps we stop from port to port, only briefly to give stock and report, to share a drink, ideas, thoughts, and repair the damage caused by rot.
Ships may crash, and people will bash, others may match and become quite attatched, drifting together with danger to weather, and fates bound whether they care or not.
Though moments like those can be
Will it Rhyme?/
The Lady and the Tiger
Once upon a time in a kingdom of old, they had method and styles some semi-barbaric others bold.
The king of the land you'd find, would be kind and with a thinking mind. He was even and fair with a great deal to share, for any issue that came would be put to rest with barely any blame no matter what came.
He took satisfaction with his actions in the circles he kept, from political style and domestic system in step. He took even greater joy when someone went and began to break his toy, of gears and wheels, with swords and shields.
When an issue of crime would land in his file, then to the arena they
On the occasion when I'm struck by inspiration, I get the strange fixation to write some rhyme based poetry or the like, once things are put in motion... It's like I'm riding a bike, heading down hill in the rain, and my brain, is getting flooded with emotion.
Relationships are easy, Love is hard...
Romance is a dance between partners, or made a worldly affair to share, whatever way wandered with whims, wishes, woes, wants...
Love is like water, it can flow around us without ever really noticing, it can chill us to the bone, or be hot enough to burn, gaseous and hard to grasp, or solid and made to last.
Bring forth the light and start the show, guide me to where I must strike the first blow.
For I am steel to wield sharper then the wind, I am the end of wars, and cause them to begin, with me at your side we are destined to win.
The fire in your eyes with burning ambition, all your efforts and dreams will come to fruition, with me in your hand you have a mission.
Calm as water yet sending ripples as waves, we cause earth to shudder and open fresh graves, with me in mind all are your slaves.
All it takes is a single touch, that is all, it ain't much, just give it a push and watch it all fall.
Kids with guns are taking over, time is moving slower, can't help but wonder when it will end, so we can just begin again.
As are pace from this place in every case just works to erase more in poor taste,
Til we can't face what has gone to waste, losing what ground we had as a base.
Does anyone realize what disguise we use as our guise with are lies?
Or are we simply living by and by waiting to die...
The past is are all just memories that we perceive,
and some I just want to forget,
the ones so filled with regret,
I've got too many like you wouldn't believe.
I've sought comfort in friends and family alike,
tried to get back up and get psyched,
instead I tend to spiral right back,
on to the same old routine of looking at the stack.
Of all those misatkes I've maed that I can neevr change.
Knowing full well that you can't alter it from then,
and only try to move on again,
but they affect me like ripples in the water today,
and I see them haunting me in so many ways.
It's not sympathy I'm looking for as I'm lying down on the floor, staring through that crack below my door.
Past it I know my life is waiting to begin or end again, just a matter of if, and, or, when.
In this case how can I erase that face that I think has just gone to waste?
It preys on my mind I find leaving me dumb, deaf, and blind.
For beneath my hand, they were gone, and I didn't know what to do or say.
Should I have taken them and lay them below in the love of the land.
Let sorrow fall like rain knowing life would go on.
Sit there simply stunned and pass away the day.
No, no, none of these were in my heart at the time, and so I took the
Direction I lack looking back on my one way track,
Every step I take to break the state I'm stuck in,
Seems to only end in my own destruction,
So I wonder what's my dysfunction.
When I was young I thought I knew it all,
Too bitter to realize how I had to fall,
Barely wise enough to make the call,
Only acting out in an attempt to stall,
The inevitable path of that rolling ball.
The time it took me to take a moment and think,
Every realization or epiphany began to stink,
As my true self began to sink,
Under the weight of holding off at the brink...
The store is open,
The door is wide,
The one man beckons,
"Simply come inside."
He'll usher you in,
Measure you right,
Make you you get fit tight.
They take pride in their work,
And it's always a Sin,
but never fear they treat you like kin.
One mans a hatter,
don't mind the splatter,
it won't really matter,
his assistance is wise,
he'll never tell lies,
that's why he never cries.
Another is the tailor,
he once was sailor,
yet he never looked paler,
his friend is the barber,
never looked sharper,
he'll cut you harder.
Then there is the owner,
a odd bit of a person,
looks just the same as you as you stare,
and then you'll realize,
he has
We are all but ships upon this sea, drifting endlessly as far as we can see. Our futures hold stories and storms ready to unfold, and bracing winds of fire or cold.
In our wake is the past which we move from in full mast, for times are changing, when ropes have been cast, and currents are crying.
Perhaps we stop from port to port, only briefly to give stock and report, to share a drink, ideas, thoughts, and repair the damage caused by rot.
Ships may crash, and people will bash, others may match and become quite attatched, drifting together with danger to weather, and fates bound whether they care or not.
Though moments like those can be
I am a rhyme-smith of some caliber depending on your definition and intuition, a dungeon or game master of stories far and faster, a lover of stories and fable so simple or unstable, and of all these things, a man that I am. Current Residence: California, Bay Area Favorite genre of music: Above and beyond nearly every and any song Favorite style of art: Too many to pick just one part that's dear to my heart Operating System: Windows Eight as of Late MP3 player of choice: A Sansa mini simply Favorite cartoon character: Samurai Jack who still has my back when I need to get on track Personal Quote: "For every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every month, every year, every decade, every century... where was I going with this?"
A small group of pieces I could've posted Individually, but decided to place them for all to see.
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If you're cowed by darkness and shadowed by fear,
Hope is always near.
It just takes a second, a pause, or a thought, with the effort to reach it with all you've got.
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Hot as fire, cold as ice, wild as wind, once you roll the dice.
So taste it once or twice if you find it nice, just take care with the Spice.
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Blind with fury, blighted by rage, beset with doubts, bested and caged.
No room for thoughts written on a page, it's time to take the stage.
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The Arrow of the Archer, the Spear of the Marcher, the Axe on the Edge, with
How long has it been sense I saw your face? What time has gone to waste? I can only wonder and speculate amongst my memories most miniscule, meaningful, mighty, morose, morbid, mangy, macabre, malignant, misty, and more. So I'm back for now after so long, 2 years or so I've been gone. Full of merriment and song, of misery and synergy, with many parts of me still feeling the same in this game. I'm cleaning up and reflecting right now on my many things I've done, both good and bad, false and fun, and really, really, really dumb.
I've been busy and absent with work and such not. I'm trying a move to tumblr at the moment but it proves to be a tad hard getting used to a new interface and linking everything together. For now a few projects and such I hope to get out eventually, and other things that are stalled.
-Sprie/Pixel Work/Art-Delayed until I get a decent computer and system set up that can be used for more then typing.
-Spell book and Rhyming -In progress and up to 52 of 99 spells.
-Smaller written works and short stories-In my own time and when I can
-Creating and hopefully cooperating with an artists to bring about a 17+ comedy blog thing.
*Update
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Dude, are you bashing Dusty? I'm just wondering because everytime you make a comment on his round you seem to be complaining about something. I just thought I'd ask, so I'm not misunderstanding something or whatever. O.o