Silenceofthegrieving

Anarchic inclinations Rebelling against the passing age modernity approaches Becoming the substance of the next revolution. it comes full circle: the rebirth of uprising

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

The soul chilled Apathy and brutality A squall of calm A storm of sadism

Life is like a masquerade, Everyone wears masks.

I am wholly interested in the contamination of my thoroughly crippling procrastination because the better part of genius is really perspiration

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."

The Moon and Sun Are as one And Light and Darkness steal a kiss. What is this? It's called Eclipse.

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.