Anarchic inclinations
Rebelling against the passing age
modernity approaches
Becoming the substance of the next revolution.
it comes full circle:
the rebirth of uprising
How Dry the Sands of Time by Silenceofthegrieving, literature
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How Dry the Sands of Time
I am lost in the fury and the sound of memories
grey static hissing wildly against the backdrop of the now
as the sentinels of time stand proudly
the servants of the Matres, the overseers of time
and in the confines of my thoughts
we are all faceless giants, lost in a temporal wind
stirring up the dregs of memories best forgotten.
Anarchic inclinations
Rebelling against the passing age
modernity approaches
Becoming the substance of the next revolution.
it comes full circle:
the rebirth of uprising
How Dry the Sands of Time by Silenceofthegrieving, literature
Literature
How Dry the Sands of Time
I am lost in the fury and the sound of memories
grey static hissing wildly against the backdrop of the now
as the sentinels of time stand proudly
the servants of the Matres, the overseers of time
and in the confines of my thoughts
we are all faceless giants, lost in a temporal wind
stirring up the dregs of memories best forgotten.
Fatigue drips like gray demons
splintering into hazy shards of sleep
that ensnare the subconsciousness
with the half-formed tentacles of the kraken of dreams
Describing Love by Silenceofthegrieving, literature
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Describing Love
What words could possibly describe these feelings?
So many try, fail, and attempt again.
I ask myself this as I do the same,
Searching desperately through the fey mists.
I find the world of the author's trade
Expansive landscapes of ink and paper laid
Out before me like the crisp pressed
Linen sheets of some unknown magnificent god.
Words come to me and whisper in my ear,
Urging me to summon them through inspiration.
They are not the right words, and they know this, yet still they
Wish to be put to pen, for only then may they breathe.
Picking a few words like choice herbs from a garden,
I scatter them in a potion of description w
One who play with naught but death
The other loves to instill breath.
"Brother.", says the darkened one,
Hiding himself from the sun.
"Death has power you must see!"
Unable to contain his glee
"I raise the dead out from their graves,
And they become my willing slaves.
And no one escapes it's black breath.
Yes no one can escape ther death!"
The other brother (number two)
Takes some clay and molds a shrew,
Then blows on it, it starts to breathe.
(He shakes the dust off of his sleeve)
The Vitromancer smiled and said,
"Brother empty out your head!
I can't believe you did not know,
You can not slay a creature's soul."
Penguins In a Strange Land by Silenceofthegrieving, literature
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Penguins In a Strange Land
How did they get there? They can't even fly!
Waddling on lillypads up in the sky.
Living penguin lives as the clouds sail by.
Penguins in a strange land.
Why did they leave their icy terrain?
To live in a magic airquatic domain?
What if they leave gifts on my window pane?!
Penguins in a strange land.
When did they leave their freezing cold land?
Surely it's random and not something planned?!?!!
There are'nt any answers but they're still in demand!!!
Penguins.
Yes penguins!
Penguins,
In a strange land.
A bio eh? What use is a bio? All one needs to know is that I am here and that I am now. No greater joy in life than to be present amongst something grand!
My new Deviantart account is at ~Mythhaven (https://www.deviantart.com/mythhaven) to all those who are interested. I have a back log of art to work on, and I'll slowly be porting my art on this account over to the Mythhaven account.
expect to see me on DA far more, now that I have a computer again! :)
I should be getting a computer soon, when I do I'll be ripping all of my art of this one and I'm going to start going more professional I believe.
Wish me luck?
That's about it, I'll post another journal when I get ready to make the change. Really wish DA was more tablet friendly :/