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Tuesday, 10 November 2009

  • Spyder

    i am a shadow
    a shadow admidst a new flame
    a catalyst once more
    a devils advocate
    a manipulative being
    vengeful and alive
    the darkness is a calming sea
    there is more to this web that i have spun
    there is more than the beautiful
    hand craft
    spider's webs
    spider's gems
    there is energy
    there is light
    there is darkness
    tainted
    a new hue
    to an unexplained dream
    it is here where the strange are amused
    the pulsing rythymn begins
    and keeps time
    pulsating
    like a fresh flesh wound
    a hypnotic trance
    where two lovers will fall
    since fate has called them
    now the dance of flames will begin once more
    passionate
    a lover's web
    a spider's laugh
    nothing more

Tuesday, 03 November 2009

  • Iso

    Why am I alone,
    Alone,
    Standing here,
    Waiting for the cold,
    The cold that has comforted me,
    The cold that has shown me strength,
    Inner passion,
    Healing,
    The sadness that manifested into something much more,
    The cold,
    Only cold that there lies in silence,
    Silence in which madness is screaming,
    Screaming in rage and torment,
    A chained beast,
    Patiently waiting,
    Waiting for the war to begin,
    Waiting for the stroll,
    Through the battlefield,
    Graveyard,
    To take the moment,
    The one simplistic moment,
    To sit atop the mausoleum,
    Right on the edge,
    Looking at the celebration,
    The melancholy,
    Silence,
    Winter once more,
    Bleak solitude,
    Isolation,
    A beautiful cyan

Monday, 02 November 2009

  • Naked and Bare

    To let yourself be seen,
    To expose the bare emotion you bestow,
    Expose it to the world,
    Let your heart go.
  • Muse

    I reside once more beneath the waterfall. The one where obsidian rock decorates the ground beneath me. They sparkle with a shimmer of some inconspicuous hope that one day will manifest into something more than a mere concept. It hasn't been the first time that I have resided beneath the waterfall. A long while ago it proved to be my favorite alone spot. But times since then have changed. They have changed in numerous ways that leaves this world I reside in to be damp and unforgiving. To where the place I have called home these few night seems strange , like a morbid faerie tale. From the present, but not the past, the tomorrow but not the today. Something strange and different, new and unseen. My curiosity is sparked by all of this phenomena, it entices me, seduces me in such ways I have not known. I had an old friend visit me, he has disappeared for a short while, but now has apparently returned. It is comforting to see him again, although he has little to say. He hasn't revealed his name to me, for now he is known as Muse. His scales and mane are comforting to the touch. He's wet from the cold water that's splashing into the cavern. In this cavern we've met before, it was a brief meeting, since there were things to be done in the Necromancer's Study. His yellow eyes met with mine, there is connection, he is here once more.
  • Land of Forgotten Sun

    a gentle breeze
    simplistic
    pure
    the constant melody that resides beneath the sorrow
    the simplicity that determines the complexity of the sound we perceive
    the music that draws out innocence
    the sonata that allows us to sing
    it is here where we can venture to the farthest reaches of our minds
    it is now that we acknowledge this inner voice
    this inner voice that resounds the beauty we see beyond the lovers
    the essence of living beyond the reaches of death
    traveling
    wandering
    we'd face the world together
    drowning in the echoes
    these echoes that have filled our hearts
    sorrow
    torment
    inner realization
    happiness
    the echoes of distant memories
    they accompany us
    as we take those steps
    those steps into the distant light
    the warmth that we have missed for far too long
    the light that releases our shadows
    our inner selves
    muses
    inspiration
    sheer amusement
    there is no time
    no time at all
    no time to say good bye
    no time to shed tears
    the sunrise has begun
    distorting the false reality
    that we have come to known and love
    it is the now where we must run
    we must run towards the light
    towards the warmth
    towards the love we've always known
    i will run
    and you should follow
    follow me on this new adventure
    i know i am slightly mad
    but here we all are a little mad
    there is little time
    take my hand
    and lets run
    run
    run
    to the land of the forgotten sun
    where there is warmth and understanding
    spring is once anew
    and the winter has ceased
    don't fret love
    my friend
    the winter will return
    there will be a time where we'll
    return once again
    we'll return home again
    it'll be quick
    you won't be missed
    i promise you
    come with me
    let me show you this marvelous land
    where we can laugh in the sunlight
    bask in the warmth and find absolution
    the land of forgotten sun
    where there is life
    warmth
    shadows
    don't be afraid
    i'll be here for you to hold my hand
    to hold my hand
    in this surreal land
    lets run away
    to this wonderous place
    a new adventure
    far far away
    from anywhere either of us know of
    its enticing
    its not an invite
    its a command
    come with me
    surrender to your inner wanderer
    surrender to the melody that is calling you
    the song of inner passion
    the scarlet shadows
    eternal hymn

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  • lil_ziv_7
    Thanks and happy christmas to you too 
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    merry xmas and blessed be