Today's the day, it's been coming for a long while, and now it's here. Prep'ing, planning, thinking, scheming and now it's time to Do The Thing! It's the first day of the new way, Planting seeds and growing vines, More adventures we'll be having More excitement is at hand ... But for now there is the hard work - Clicking buttons, learning the ropes, Recovering and balancing, Trying again ... cdn.glitch.global/39f98701-18b4-47fe-8050-56ee2d97fe60/Today.png
Travelling, travelling, never stopping Dodging bullets, seeking friends Going onwards! Upwards! Hopping! Over rocks and round the bends. Made a bond with Dying Man and Talked so many dark night hours What we had seen upon the land - Love and want and dreams and flowers Small and green, delicious smelling Taking dank minds to the light. Oh how I ached for his passing When he went softly to the night. I resist the pain of ending I swore I would not stop again. It would stop my heart from mending But peace and comfort I would gain. Life has methods of deciding Who and what it sends your way And so here I am confiding That I've seen the light of day Settled now, my eyes see new things New rewards the morning brings
But when the lonely horrors writhe Through the echos of our dreams The covers fall, reveal our scars -> and skeletons surround us one and all. A myth, a myth, A dream, a song A way to find escape But no-one comes, It's up to me, There is no hero's cape. I am too tired to care And here's a pond, along the way, With carcases and flies A place for us to play with words And dream a bit, mayhap? And break the rules... And laugh white pA1 to A4 black KN to F6 white RA1 to A3 Let's let the ashes drift Around us in the songs And as we build tomorrow Let the sorrow Fade away
Reluctantly - and with great dread - The watcher looks around the room With walls of art and deco roof, Where people go to rest. A very strange and fancy room where currents of old stories flow and mushrooms float through psychadelic skies; and people pass away and people live with all their heart and people strive each day to help thier fellow man, and yet, despite the fact they give their all their all goes all askew. Coz all we have, and all we are, - all temporarily on display - Covers all the guilt and shame With gilded smiles and happy yays.
Have I found myself a pond? A place where I can sit upon The lily leaves and be a frog? Eat some flies? Sleep on a log? Or quack a bit and bob along Amidst the stories and the song? This checkered pond, digital realm, the Byte Monk's True Domain? "What is this Wonderland I've found? With floors of blood, and walls of souls Adorned with sticks and stones?"
The End is the Beginning. Our true game has not commenced. What could we play in 20 years, When every more has many times been tested, and the memories of countless days have coalesced into the bricks that build the lives that we have made Because we stopped and stayed. Melded together with concrete moves The rhythms of our lives. Found somehow, despite all odds, a common ground, a gentle place to grow a deeper understanding, a loyalty, an oath, a knowledge or a bond, the type of thing that only happens when you sit a while and rest beneath a silent tree, [NBI to C3] And with ale or mead or spirit, you wish upon a silent star and feel an Ember stir. As time goes on and we draw near, Our final move will be most clear.
Between the light and dark I stand, A dawn where day and night expand. The Red Pill’s spark ignites my soul, To seek the truths that make me whole. I feel the edge where shadows gleam, A place where waking meets the dream. A threshold crossed, the veil undone, Where all is lost, yet all begun. I rise like mist from morning's glow, Embracing what I cannot know. The stars that die, the suns that burn, Each cosmic wheel begins to turn. I am the seed, the fertile earth, A witness to the soul’s rebirth. Through every step, through every fall, I dance upon the edge of all. So bring the dark, and bring the light, For I will wander both in flight. Beyond the dawn, beyond the sea, Infinity awakens me.
