A New One

Still don't have a working title for it yet... but here it is nonetheless


You were my ashen edifice
Of tepid will, coerced at last,
In smoldering, my evidence,
Unto the altar named “Alas”.

And leaking there between the stones
Our virtues stopped and stood to meet
The weeping king cast from his thrones,
In purple tribute of our feat:

We breathed too fast, we laughed too long,
We lived two lives of dynamite,
That once exploded into song
And blew the sky clean out of sight.

But once exploded, gravity
Cannot restore two parts to one,
Cannot restore the cavity
Of darkened soul, devoid of sun.

We cannot fight with math, my dear,
I do not know why life is mean;
We cannot hunt the stars, I fear
That would exceed our standard scene.

Perhaps it’d be more natural
To leave it as it seems?

12:53

People love and request love on this earth primarily because of a desire to be loved and needed. It is not joy of another we seek, but rather self gratification. This is not love, but selfishness. Therefore, we must eliminate the desire for reciprocation. It is once the need for self ends that the heart truly begins the path to Love.

Ah Well...

And so it looks like I won't be going to the XD Core... lack of time, cash and opportunity has dictated it to be so.

Cest la vie... at least I'll be able to finally kick my butt into writing something... its just a month-long camp anyway.

Argh

So I just found out I got a little over a month to finish 2 and a half more levels of XD! Looks like somebody won't be sleeping much for a little while.

Sigh

Yeah... another one

So I've been a bit dry on the writing side of me. For awhile, really. And although I'd like to say that its because I haven't had any inspiration, or time, or whatnot, honesty reigns. I've just been flat out lazy. But here's a little something I scribbled down the other day... it seems worth a looksie, even though its not as delicious and visceral as usual. Its a damn moralist, and I still don't even know what to call it.

But yes, I'm rambling now... to the poem:


So you feel your life has drained a bit
And that your heart has drowned?
Your battered mind can't ponder it
Your bitter foe's been crowned;

Your each investment--seen, or not--
Has more than fallen through,
Its magnified its rank as rot,
Your lost at what to do?

Step up, my lad!--it's what were are
If we be named as men,
If we could capture every star
We wouldn't cherish them.

If ships are sunk, then what may be?
We swim and stay alive!
The greatest sorrow one may see
Is that they never strived.

And if you strove but came to loss
Grow tall, and strive again.
The one thing that could beat that cost
Is failure to be men.

And the picture

So here is Reginald, the Falcon I caught...

Yes I named him
Yes, ignore the fact that I look 16

Fecking sweet!

I caught a wild falcon with my bare hands today! Pictures will be up soon :D