Strange and elaborate stories' bait Just read between the pains - What is unsaid holds all the weight What is not talked of, reigns. I wonder, nightly, what is who? And which Where, when ...and HOW? I'd like to see the graveyard's ditch And speak of then and now. Who are the lives behind the toons? The man who helps, unplanned? While foully set upon by goons - He tells the story of the land, He saves the bunch of friends, And helps them make his town their home. Building ties, we make amends, 'Cross time and place and zone.
Just a moment to start the brew A delivery to make, or two, A traveller to follow, a dragon to ride, A journey so long and so far and so wide A story to read, a friend to make, a game of strategy, will there be cake? A mountain so high, and monsters of Fate All in pursuit of a check and a mate. A little bit... An awkward fit The Story is Real, so's the circuit-tree. Walk through the door, Knight to C3
The energies are Agnostic Or so Otto says WE take the energy and use it to do the thing The thing that we could not do Unless we had the Power That rises up with Glory and Suffering in its Wings The Golden Unfolding of The Sails of Fate that sweep us onwards to Destiny Ride the Surge Spill it into the Ink I should really do it today #someoneshoulddosomething
I am broken and empty - my cup runneth dry. I have lifted my hands in request to the sky. I have tried, I’ve forgiven, I’ve 'breathed' and I’ve sung To the Lord of the Universe, joy on my tongue. But the days keep on buzzing in hollow refrain, And the night strips the music, leaves silence, leaves pain. That song of the soul that was meant to be free? That song of freedom was meant to be me... But I'm old now, I'm tired, my joy turned to dust. I rise not with gladness, but because rise I must. I have battled, I've wept, I have burned through the night. Only ashes remain now, no flicker of light. No comfort can touch me - the Night's here to stay. So I work in the dark, and I look to The Day.
I woke up one day And found that I had changed I could not remember things Anymore Or see the fine print clearly Or solve problems on the fly I stumbled I found that my brain had ceased to learn, To incorporate new tricks At first I was surprised But then relieved. This is the new me And I am old
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Dare we descend once more? Again? To depths of death and sleep and pain? Do we once more confront the foe? Unwrite the lines of ink of Poe? Stare brazenly into the flame And hear the fates call out our name? What shall we do? What do we gain When we would stand so tall and feign Indifference or stoic grace, Bow in obeisance to Fate? I look down golden path and see The gravestones stretch ahead of me Into the future, all our friends, and family, will meet their ends, and yet we walk unto our death, With hope and magic in each breath.
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