DREAM CHASER

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I
A dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most.
I’d heard of winter and snow in places far away–
Of cold and frozen waters and rains that fall like powder from the sky–
Of words like mist, soft as a whispered kiss
Escaping from lips–red over a pale impression,
Muttering words of things of the faraway place.

II
I know not the feeling, only the idea of a place
And whatever feeling it evokes in me the most.
Of these foreign notions, I have not one but many an impression
Of wonder and adventure and ways to sail away
On wooden or metal monsters that beckon the sea its cheek to kiss
In the in-between world of salt water, wind and sky.

III
Not so here, no snow in this dry harmattan sky.
I’d rather for a change of pace, a change of place.
A place of apples and wine grapes and passions that deepen the kiss–
Of hopes and dreams and wishful thinking for most.
Come hopes! Come dreams! Come insane thoughts and take me away!–
Far away; and in my place leave no impression.

IV
Rid it! On her alone, I made some impression
Of two on a low hill beneath a big grey sky.
Her eyes would haunt me screaming: “Why didn’t you take me, with you, away
To the place we had dreamed–the faraway place?”
Truth be told, she would prove really good–better than most.
Even so, rid me of it, with one final kiss.

V
A flickering flame snuffed out with a kiss;
Its dying breath trailing a wispy impression.
With that, I lost what it was I wanted the most;
Bartered for the image of a different sky.
Alas, a different time in a different place;
Yet to find a place to stay that doesn’t lead away.

VI
Now, a seasoned drifter wandering away
With tales of wonder and adventure and many a departure kiss–
With yarns of many sights, yet yearning for only one place–
For the place I left, leaving no impression–
A place I must go only after I find the perfect sky.
It was a dull Christmas eve, still, it was better than most.

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Now, in a place far away, making many an impression,
Oh, how I desire that kiss, under that same grey sky.
Despite the faraway place, it is what I want the most
(sigh)

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Ulalume

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This is a bit of a long read, so, buckle up and enjoy the ride!

I
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere–
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir–
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

III
Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere–
Our memories were treacherous and sere,–
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)–
We noted not the dim lake of Auber
(Though once we had journeyed down here)–
Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

V
And I said: “She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs–
She revels in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion
To point us the path to the skies–
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes–
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes.”

VII
I replied: “This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybilic splendour is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty tonight!–
See!–it flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright–
We safely may trust to a gleaming,
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night.”

IX
Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere–
As the leaves that were withering and sere;
And I cried: “It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed–I journeyed down here!–
That I brought a dread burden down here–
On this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber–
This misty mid region of Weir–
Well I know, now this dank tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.”

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

II
Here once, through an alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul–
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll–
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the pole–
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.

IV
And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn–
As the star-dials hinted of morn–
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn–
Astarte’s bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.

VI
But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said: “Sadly this star I mistrust–
Her pallor I strangely mistrust:
Ah, hasten! –ah, let us not linger!
Ah, fly! –let us fly! -for we must.”
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust–
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust–
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

VIII
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom–
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb–
By the door of a legended tomb;
And I said: “What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?”
She replied: “Ulalume -Ulalume–
‘Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!”

.

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Ah, Monsieur Poe strikes again!

His sonorous lull on Ulalume
Hath conjured upon my heart a tear–
Hath conjured not by terror nor fear,
But by sorrowful plot as in anime!

It reminds me of some emotional anime I’ve come across: Violet Evergarden, Charlotte, *sigh* Clannad, etc.

This poem sings a story of deep sadness –of a loss and its accompanying despondence.
It reaches in the depths of awareness to strike a euphonious, gloomy chord.

I hope you enjoyed it.

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Silence

1849 “Annie” daguerreotype of Edgar Allan Poe(1809-1849)

There are some qualities—some incorporate things
That have a double life—life aptly made,
The type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.

There is a two-fold Silence—sea and shore—
Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
Newly with grass o’ergrown. Some solemn graces
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless—his name’s “No More.”

He is the corporate Silence—dread him not!
No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate—untimely lot!
Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
Who haunteth the dim regions where hath trod
No foot of man)—commend thyself to God!

-Edgar Allan Poe (1840)

As by good fortune I came upon this piece, so also do I present it to you.

A Sonnet by a true master of horror writing.

Such imagery! Such incendiary fluidity of composition! I shall now proceed to see how the man’s poetic career fared. Perhaps he created more equally-fascinating gems.

And so begins another foray into the world of fantastic poetry. I shall continue to find and present similar poems. Stay tuned and let your minds be tickled by sweet sweet lines of mostly-ordered words. Also, dread not the corporate Silence, but should some urgent fate bring thee to meet his shadow…what more can I say?

“commend thyself to God!”

SURRENDER!!

Hi guys. Recently, despite all the writing and whatnot, I found time to watch the Blizzard’s Hearthstone League games.

There’s this guy, goes by “Surrender” and won the last tournament, last year, 2017. This time, he reminds us just why he won. Dude is on faya! (fire!)

I may have just become a fan.

His game against ShtanUdachi is the most impressive tournament game I’ve seen in a while. If you want to watch that game on YouTube, just click here

Also, don’t forget to read, like and comment on RULES AND THE ASPECT

Happy New Year, Guys!

Yes, I know it’s late. Better late than never o.O

Story Writing

So, I’ve been putting a lot into writing a story (a few sleepless nights) and it’s just made me appreciate excellent writers even more. The books are part of a series I’m calling Rules and the Aspect, and the first book is The Five Secrets. You can find the chapters I’ve written on the STORIES page.

It bugs me that I have all this information about the story that just slowly trickles out over an excruciatingly long time. And after hours spent deliberating on the right expression(s) to convey the right impression(s), I end up with this short breath that barely tells a fraction of the happenings my mind hath conjured  upon itself, within itself.

Anyway, I hope you like it.

You could also find it here on wattpad. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoadl.com too. Link will be available shortly.

ALL THINGS LEARNED

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I
Ah, crux o’ knowledge;
Poetry’s crest there lies.
O, peak o’ wisdom;
Lo, understanding.
Sve stvari naucio

II
But life is too short;
Ye, knowledge so vast!
Foot prints in these sands
As time breezes by;
This journey won’t end.

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Six Word Stories Omnibus: Volume Five

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Six word stories..
Pretty cool!

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Time for more six word stories.
They were all written by you,
our dear readers. Oh my, yes!
We’ve finally posted them right here,
so don’t throat punch us, okay?
Such a long time to wait!

Story 1:
Six words can’t tell a story. 
Story 2:
What’s more, there isn’t enough substance.
by Sheldon Kleeman

Story 3:
Clever! Thanksformakingmelaugh.
by Daal Praderas

Story 4:
There IS peaceinlove… Amen!
by Rjoherman

Story 5:
I have a single porpoise tooth.
Story 6:
Tuna Safe Dolphin Meat is good.
Story 7:
“Please kill me,” my clone whispered.
Story 8:
I think these pills work fast.
Story 9:
My umbilical noose is too tight.
by Epic Fantasy

Story 10:
Sharks are nice. Hey, my arm!
by Phoenix Risen Poetry

Story 11:
Phew, whataninterestinglookingblog!
by Andy Smart

Story 12:

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RED NIGHT RITES

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I
Calabash cracks
On the frond chair;
Splinters.

III
Patter patter;
Footfalls on stone;
Midnight.

V
White dress, bare feet;
Root to foot…tripped;
Whimpers

II
Black sash, then sparks,
Tooth, bone and hair;
Whispers.

IV
Blood moon and fog;
Shadows haunting;
Mist-white.

VI
Neck and wrist slit–
Wine of soul spilled;
Sputters

VII
Dawn and duskblade;
Spell rites fulfilled;
Whistlers.

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Azure

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I
Imagine together we failed
To love and live–
To die in love;
Lost and broken–
Done and gone…

II
Imagine I’m lost without you,
Then I find you–
But I’m still lost;
there’s nothing more
To be found!

III
Now, imagine our stars aligned:
Two shining stars–
That won’t collide;
A cosmic bend
Infinity ends…

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Imagine snow falls on a hot summer noon–
Imagine an end is a start;
Imagine some born with a sandpaper spoon–
Imagine us falling apart.

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