Being Dead Ain't Easy
Watching a lot of zombie movies and basing this on Return of the Living Dead where the zombies have to eat brains in order to stop feeling pain.
The Clock upon the Wall
Thinking about time ticking away for humanity
Our dumpling table
Mundane memories
Before you write, think about it!
Think. Don't make empty sentences. The Man Who Lies ????Think. Don't make empty sentences. The person who is lying, first of all, He deceives himself.
Pied Piper Rats
Writing on the culmination of the social experimentation that is going horribly wrong.
Nietzsche on the beach
liberating yourself
Ticket to Uruguay
breaking the deadly routine
War
The battle mankind is surely going to have in these last few days on earth.
SILLY
OK,,,IM GONNA WRITE A POEM THAT DOES NOT RHYME,, I THINK ITS ABOUT TIME, OOPS , DID I MAKE A MISTAKE,,,NOT SOMETHING I USUALLY MAKE,,SEEMS I CANT WRITE NORMALLY,, OK,, LETS DO THIS FORMALLY,,GONNA BE NICE,,, I WANT CURRY CHICKEN AND FRIED RICE,,TW
HOW WE LIVE TODAY
JUST IS?
June 2018
Not so good at punctuation just saying how if we are open in our hearts like a flower opens to the sun it's like our mind can enter that portal back in time and be there again in memory .then here in the present nature continues on regardless.. we are just observers in the greater scheme of things if we allow ourselves eyes and heart open to receive vision of times past and ever present in the natural world around us.
Into the Chrysalis
Individual potential
Ardor
Each night while I slumber She creeps into my dreams Out from backdrops of blue and umber In a shroud of red and yellow beams She’s hypnotic in her particular motion As she dances to the rhythm of the backbeat on a hang drum She bew
GOOGLE, Why are you for art thou in our life?
A little tongue and cheek rant on the pervasive presence of the controllers, and yes Google is in on it, don't ever think they are not!
Two laughs English style
oh-ah arf arf
Confronting the Now
My writing expresses experiences from many cultures around the world that I've had the pleasure of working and living among and listening to their history, stories and struggles as well as in my home America. I fight for the freedom we all are losing everyday in the current fervor of fear this is my mission through writing. Confronting the Now is the battle cry for the revolution that is sure to come. Jade Anjoun.
I dont know
not much to say
Ode to a meat pie
Studying meat pies, now in America apparently you can get only pot pies, not recommended though I see, but in NY, Michigan, Louisiana and wait for it McRadloff Wisconsin! you can get real meat pies, true? Florida you get some Latin American equivalents, SM? Do they put Guinness in the pies in Ireland Mick??
So It Will Grow . . .
For a relationship to last without losing its glow, as far as I feel and, late in this life, I know ... I need to connect intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually so we grow in the same direction ... at a same pace ... and thrive with m
Mornin Fonkin
This is some…. Morning blues Tasting these Morning dews Be amused I'm amused at these stews In the pot boiling Always toiling Winding n coiling Chain need oiling Battery flat Running on empty but the ego still fat Rat trap Flap cla
GRIEF
A song from the heart Of Allwyn Marcher, ( My alter ego in an Game of D&D), on the subject of grief For any Interested below the song I have posted it again but the way other players would have seen it Verse by Verse in game, Every thing in (* *) are to emote the song he sings It's hard too convey feeling in a game when all *spoken* interaction between players is expressed in text. In the real world I know this is not fantastically good But Allwyn was an amazing bard , His performance score was 62 But In games terms the performance of song brought a whole town to tears Context He sang this song over his family's Graves. They were massacred in a Massive Orc and giant Uprising. A fantasy world is not all "they lived happily ever after" you know
Nature Haiku 5.7.5.
Nature.
Pet Semetary
Pet Semetary is one of my favorite Halloween movies, South Park did a parody of this movie which is from the book by Stephen King
Love Takes A Little More
Sime and easy life understand more of Life
Has any lost love returned?
true true true and always too too too painful. university love. fickle fickle fickle!
When time are tough in a relationship, try to remember the good things they always out weigh the bad
Rough time tough time it always come to an end. Trust in God
Dad's Birthday
Like the Cinderalla song says "You don't know what you got till it's gone."
Magma
Silent whispers of gas Rises from caverns deep Hints of smoke and steam Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from Within caverns deep Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising
Spring
life renewed
Bus shelter man
Spring liaison
Autumn Blushes...
Inspired by Autumn colours...
SOFTLY SOFTLY....
The sky from every angle in a soft pastel twilight mode, never seen before.
what leads may fallow
Blast the basic primitive notion to conform to the norm or sware by another's devotion. A brick placed against the same In order to wall off trouble will only in time be lost in the rubble. So pay little heed to the dominant suggesti
Man's heart
It is a fine write!
THE CHILDREN OF MANNOR MOURNE
Another Song/poem from the Quill of My Fantasy Bard Allwyn Marcher. This one needs a little explanation. Mannor Mourne is an ancient castle Perched high in the Spires, (A range of mountains), It was Once a happy place , The lord and Lady of Mourne were Kind generous folk. Defenders of that is right and wholesome the enemy of all that is evil, They even opened up their castle to the Orphans of the Isle Of Arelith, They fell to a Daemonic curse and all in the castle became vampires, even the children. This Song/Poem was written by Allwyn after he joined a group who went there to cleanse the castle of it's evil. Quite a few of the party he went with Fell prey to the Child Vampires Because they stayed their hands in killing them. With this song/Poem Allwyn hoped that any others who went there would see that putting and end to the Vampire Children would in the end be a blessing to to them , for in final death they would be free of the terrible curse It's not all taverns and love songs for a Fantasy Bard
Fallen Defender
Another Song/poem from My Fantasy Bard Allwyn Marcher. This one needs a little explanation. In the Fantasy world where Allwyn lived and died, he made his home in a small town Called Bendir, ( think medieval market town LOTR style, but with magic being more common place), located in Bendir Dale The Hawkin Is a bit like a local Militia )combined peace keeping force and town guards) in the Dale, it is a Voluntary organisation dedicated to protect Bendir aid travelers along its dangerous roads, Also the actively seek out threats against the Dale and Bendir (Orc uprisings, Evil wizards, ect ect), Members of the Hawkin are Called Defenders, Allwyn became Defender This song was written By Allwyn as a tribute to one of his brothers in arms who fell in battle against a powerful foe In defense of the Town
Weaver Of Words
Wordsmith and poets, weave-sew Phrases-words, kneaded like dough Mixed together, eased into verse Poetry-descriptive, kind not a curse Lyrics of songs, can't control fate Lighthearted banter, can act as bait Strung together, a storyline unfol
The Midday Rain
It was nice to see the midday rain I got my guitar and I began to sing Just a little song about the midday rain I felt safe on the porch Which was covered with tin The midday rain helped the music to blend And then came the wind and the chi
Hugging!
The need to feel that special hug! From that special person! Oh! Where can she be?
NEVER ENDING ROADS.....
Was it for work or personal growth I moved on so often....or searching for something I finally found?
Somewhere in Paradise
Don't look back....don't you wait.....don't you wait......
Money
I bought my first tickets to a Brewers game and spent about three hours trying to figure it out, cash is way, way easier!