A Writers Tale

Sometimes the past can catch up with us, Sometimes good people are lead to do stupid and ridiculous things. Like feigning friendship in aid of revenge, Slithering snakes liable to infect you with venom, Who come to your side to drain you of your energy and resources, Claiming friendship is their goal when clearly being a thief of time is their one true calling, Preying on the goodness of one's heart, For the sake of what? To occupy their free time in hell. Sometimes people tread the waters of the unknown, They put themselves in situations they do not fully understand, Living free of responsibility, with a complete lack of understanding and drive, Summoning and making deals with entities for the good of the brotherhood. Yet not realising that what goes around comes around, Some people do a good job of creating illusions of happiness. They lead people into the depths, To find their doom and darkness, To be dragged down deep and to be sucked into the void. So the nex...

Peculiarity in life's breath Solitude, the true home of peace? It is in solitude, where all becomes clear. All darkness of self, all understanding, the messages of fate, where are we to go, what are we to do? Just breathe, fate knows the way, follow her... She will be your North star if you just let her guide you. More can be done in silence and solitude and loneliness can be eased through a pleasant conversation with yourself, and let's be fair, we always get the responses we want from ourselves. This is not a post about becoming an author although maybe in some ways, this will apply to the results of my endeavours. As I'm getting older and older, I am getting more and more abstract and less connected to the world as it is... I don't feel I can really create a right connection with anyone... Everyone in this world is out for themselves, and this seriously hurts to realise... For me to integrate with the world... I have to join in with the selfish culture... I...

A crazy writing ramble - Tales of the battles to come Silence is golden to some, it is deafening to others. The key principles of majhah are as goes: *Do not be so quick to judge the heathen beast For it is she who will help you find release and exstacy *You of whome do not see through the webs of fate can not undertake the glory that awaits *Be not disturbed by the fate of this world, it is merely a blim in the cosmos and as such its fate is sealed and unchangeable *Be only a beacon of hope for the lives of many, treachery and tragedy, a calamity at best. The soul is entrenched in the sea of mystery *Believe not the word, but recognise its power *In silence the truth will be known. If ye who read, risk to be seen, then temptuous is the path of the seer. And so the gates to oblivion are to open and unleash that which ragnorak fears most. Divine purity in the flesh. The naive queen of the west. It is she who will free the masses from their assets and reclaim the lands in...

A Peculiar Profile - The cosmic reality of the Rarr... What is the Rarr you ask? Or rather Who? The Rarr, my beautiful readers, is a little etheric ball of light, whom of which exists within the realms of the Fae... This overly excitable and energetic little ball of illuminescense has a tendency to bounce around from place to place with much enthusiasm. The Rarr takes great enjoyment in following a solid routine of no routine... That's right... Similar to the pattern of numbers in the decimal sequence of pi... The Rarr never repeats it's sequences twice and because of this the Rarr finds itself in some beautifully exciting, psychedelic yet chaotic situations... Often times, provoking the chaos in those very situations!! Now, if the rarr were a human, that human would most certainly get into some very difficult places and definitely would not be able to get out of those situations with much ease! After all, we humans have to deal with more boring, trivial, mundane, ground-b...

A Faerie Tale - The River and the Gnome King One bitter winter morning, the Gnome King made his way to the forest and sat by a grand Oak tree beside the everflowing river... On this day, the Gnome King was in fact fishing for his future wife and well... Quite embarrassingly he mistook the flow of the river for that future wife! He spoke to his reflection in the waters, he spoke about taking action in the rivers flow... He believed that the flow was why he would find that wife, for much of life was sustained within the flow of a river and he knew his goal and if there was one place he could find his future wife, he knew it would most definitely be within that river... What he thought to be his future wife that day was actually his fishing wire getting caught under a rock and pushed into place by the flow of the river, he tried to reel her in. Muttering under his breath, "Come on... I've got you... I know I have!" To the Gnome Kings humble surprise, the fishing wire...