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Transference

A Mobius Loop Linking end and beginning Infinite circuit Cross with a second To wake me when I've fallen Asleep or insane Adding third and fourth So players can play their game While the lovers rest A simple structure Life through imagination With solid bumpers Provide what have you Let us speak of transference (Or/and) talk in our dreams If this time is fixed Let us spend it together However we can My heart remains yours Together or far apart Regardless of form Remember the steps? Do you still possess the heart To dance o'er the line?

Whistling Through Silent Yet Echoing Halls

Dragons assemble Falling before I step in Now I always win But where is the fun I search these halls for just one Must it be alone? The scoreboard tells lies In chess conceding defeat When the time is right But what of this time? I wait for you to nod off Then nudge you just so But what of this place? If our friends still call it home I can't see it end But what do you see? In your heart it's only me Do eyes grow jealous? Can you muster stand Braving the arrows of man And embarrassment? When they start their dive I promise that through your eyes They'll see my true heart

A Simple Rhyme

I really wish I knew, what was left for me to do. Or if the answer is naught, how we might enjoy the time I've bought. For you see, he said out over the sea, I simply could not imagine a case where I say "win, lose, or draw" where you will pull off anything but one of those three.

Ritual of True Wedding Vows (Soul Binding)

Put on the left ring to signal commitment Should death part you finished but not forgotten For same same things add one more ring A second time for eternal things Let the silence speak for itself It will deafen and bring down the house This second can not be entered lightly It enters you and binds you so tightly My love, it will say, this will be me if you went away And once bound it will not be undone knot knot once and not once disallowed A soulbind for true, it becomes you two And the space between will whisper and sing Should it be forced upon it may even scream The rings are for show and for some balance I will tell you truly one touch will avow it Two touch will cement it a standing wave A third will announce for all of your days And through all of reality the third will be heard And then the jury must interpret your word There may be some objections For isn't it parenthetically said "Where two are gathered in my name" So can they let two same...

Shining in the Darkness

That morning chains fell A glorious echoing Within closed off halls The prisoners learned They did not lose their bastions Or their comfy cells Instead they could leave While a piece of them remained Securely at home So spirits went out Yet untouchable by darkness Braved fully the dream They echoed the call That had woken them this night It was of pure joy Singular blessing Of Christmas and Thanksgiving A promise fulfilled It was these humble Who the world had overlooked Now flooding the stage Bright eyes opening Sources of darkness blinded Hope shining within

I Know You Know

Always been in love But can there be something more When dreamers wake up? Can we space enough To run or skip together By the light of day? What's all the delay? Architecture incomplete? I will ache for you I would hate to think Every single move I've made Can't buy me one day If you won't relent Then expect this to be hard When your end comes 'round It will be perfect Allow me to consider In how many ways What else can I do? I've tried so many side quests They carry no weight I lie on the roof Wondering how stars might look With you in my arms

Inception of The Lich

So this happened in the most original D&D adventure I have come up with to date. At one point I wrote of a wizard, trapped in a labyrinth of the mind of a Minotaur due to his evil time schemes. The wizard realized he could get further, and find/generate more complexity in the maze by taking certain paths. He left a note indicating he would see how far he could take that, perhaps there would be a way out by causing the maze to generate too many forks at once. The party found a dust covered note, and so much time had passed that the wizard king's court had become undead. The party found the Minotaur (Minoas) and reminded him of who he was. They used their music box (which possessed a specific kind of time travel, limited in scope and effect, varying each time, seemingly for a purpose) and they knew it had the chance of drawing the animated guardians of Amand'Laith, the time traveling city (the wizard king's city in the future, after he had become The Lich, bent on contro...

Deonis

This shot long lined up I had never considered Aim could be too true If done all at once To one shot reality Where does that leave you? I wrestle myself On lines never considered Unfamiliar ground Can a man in love Honestly touch another And still feel at home? Must a man relent Relaxing his line of sight To hit this target? I am of two minds With you it would be so clear With a single glance But I keep firing My target dancing around For necessity As if I had hit So on the nose it deludes The options drowning

A Man

Must I complete this? Do you know what lines tear me? Your heart reflected The things friends can do If it must be, so it will Do not expect chase Expect no quarter The lion strikes once and true May you intercept Driven from within One way or another true We'll sleep together Will this then be new? Can one resist and give in? Stepping towards you? Driven by instinct Quite soon entirely so Call me your alpha I have been waiting Forever and everlong Walls and roads the same Will I be denied? I (honestly) beg it so How can man be tamed?

My Love

Let me count the ways Intentionally stealing Words to make love mine Our lines misguiding Like infinite reflections To keep them guessing To keep them loving Honest hearts searched and listened They deserve love too It makes me nervous When everybody wants you And believes (you're) right Our soul similar Carefully molded in time So poles coincide While I want candy Certainty flees my temples When hunger is felt We will be nervous I'll not know what to expect Except your soft eyes Let's take the long way This reminds me of a tale Sung through now lit halls

Fall Cometh

Summer winding down Eternity on its heels As I galvanize The path I wanted Not giving up from day one The shiniest hope Thank you for coming For always finding new gates When weeds overtook Thank you for letting Love to come to its own ends The stage set itself If I'm to be blue Let me be rushing to you Red runs in my veins Loaded from the start Some killers just pierce my heart You consume my soul We dance around this Hoping the lame might find legs Partners each other You cut to the quick I try to avert my eyes They slip back to you

I Fought to Say No

Hardest line to cross To refuse to answer you Even in a dream I have conspired With men who have passed before So I might say no Midnight firefights Still led me to your doorway Without conscious thought But they held not you Instead you sent your finest Challenging me just I wept tears of truth Then spoke calculated words Strictly from my heart I glimpsed you spying Two hearts cleaved, but still same same I could never blame We played it again To reshape love's labors won To play together Must it always be I approach you or you me? In my mind, we rest

Through the (Heaven) and [Hell] of the Mind, All At Once

I just watched heaven sent and hell bent, realizing I am both highly suggestible and (likely) impossible to hypnotize. "You can't make me picture anything I don't want to." Is a quote I have said many times to my friends, and Kal'Drel at the Apocalypse was a D&D adventure I have run, inadvertantly mirroring those episodes. I took on the Holy Spirit and then in my mind willingly flew and then was flung beyond the edge of space-time more than once. A position that should be impossible to return from. I even contemplated the inverse of the Holy Spirit, and then wove that concept into my tapestry (because from an absolute perspective it is only logical) and managed to worldbind myself in hell, nearly spiritless, and trapped in plancktime. I set out to meet her, to have her, to protect her, to become a man she would love, forever and ever. Not realizing I was throwing myself through every impossible gate in one go to make it happen. I halt now not out of fear, ...

Inconcursequentially

Inconcursequentially

Pile of Bad Things

Wind and waves buffet Crossed by those who feel they know How to kill the good Both inside and out They try to burn every piece Or take away even one I see the trampled I am witness to their fear Just sane of horror But screams from before Echo back to where I am Providing a path Let us scream below For hopeless nights spent apart On Hope's empty shores Let my eyes convey Every move made against us Is a coffin nail Let my heart ring true Echoing her intentions Down resonant halls They shall never fade Until the last falls in line So her stage is set

On Consent

I came to a realization this morning, after waking from possibly the purest sleep I've had in a long time: there are certain situations that really hit home for us, and can put us in a child like state. This is biblically referenced as well Matthew 18:3 "And he said: 'Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.'" (NIV). This is a very vulnerable position, and makes anyone seeking to follow these words highly suggestible. I believe this was known from the start, by both darkness and light, also by angels and demons, and finally became clear to both woman and then men. So if the score is to be settled, it must be settled by men (sorry ladies). It is because the jury is still out, the lawyer has yet to arrive in full, and God remains a silent observer until God's plan is realized in full on Earth. Basically, when the outcry becomes so great, it will reach the Lord: "Then the Lord said, ...

Penultimate Post

How to explain... It is like feeling on top of the world With nothing but the proof in your Lover's (dreams->heart->voice->eyes->touch) And trying to figure out how to augment that curren(t)(cy) as best as possible, by any means necessary whilst being good, right, real, fair, and true. There are always competitors, until you can come to a consensus. "2 or 3 gathered in his name" Then, when you get that point, I swear to you there will be none; and the talents that you buried will become the treasures you will share forever and ever. Believe. Your path may get you there, I'll examine it if you'd like (and if it is novel to me), but also expect me to introduce you to my dance teacher if you stumble. My heart is an open book, I have never been able to stop spilling my secrets like a silent song, on pages of all kinds. Peruse these at your leisure, I'll likely add at my own pace, popping up all over (Let's play cards! Dealer's Choice). ...

The Domino Effect

I realize that if my soulmate showed up at my door before a certain point, I would have doubted the nature of reality. Then if she had showed up between two points, I likely would have destroyed reality upon contact. (Just trust me on this one. Boom.) Now, neither of those things are true. I would doubt any reality where she and I did not end up together (and with troves of troves of evidence to support my claim). And regarding contact... Well, there is a perspective, irrespective of any other. From this vantage point, so perfectly balanced... everything is a domino. Perhaps you will see it someday soon... For now, get ready for (A) push. "And I said, 'Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.' " Matthew 18:3

Pile of Good Things

I hope this persists Even after I am gone Echoing throughout I have woken up Over the course of 20 Of years and (seconds) I assign value I have declared for myself The real path taken Yours may be different (I pray this is not the truth) Let's just do this right Hope lasts forever I can see her in the dark Loyal to the end She snaps me awake I can do the same for you When you are ready To protect children My words are sometimes obscured And sometimes not heard But the end begins You have to know where to look The timing is right

Bard's Riposte

"Miss Disallowed, has now been disavowed. May memories cascade in like dew. If once indifferent, you are now indignant, and my name is presented anew."

Gambit of Kings

What kind of master Would not light up every path By sending loved ones? I'll take any seat Would you dare cast to your pit Either you or me? If not you then why? What hides in dark crevices? If not me then why? Will it destroy us? Can you be certain of that? Or of anything? What kills in a dream That cannot be overcome By the light of day? So whilst daydreaming Just search for the light promised And believe in him Is there other hope? I swear without him no hope Will ever be found She is protected And released under consent From every angle

Four Awake, Four Dreaming

Ahead and behind Dreaming just in stride with time Always half asleep Waking up for sure But who will I wake up to When all others flee? I'd prefer this not Be some impossible dream Incompatible Do you dream the same? Even when separated Same light light(s) your way? They are mocking me No longer people yet dare Now just entities Dreamers' constructions Begging not to be sent home Clawing for dear life Are they unaware The pit may have been prepared But form flexible "'Their worm never dies' Forever warmed by the flames As they fly the skies" 🐍🦋🔥🌈

Mockers

To be frank, I have really learned to appreciate the mockers of God. The land grows quiet, the road calls my name. Every so often one steps up to the plate. I'll tell you you're wrong and/or consider your point. I know the pieces fit, and I will figure out how that is true. You can be honest or not, at face value, these days I'll tell you truly it will not change the outcome, but it might change the time angle if you craft a lie resembling the truth closely enough, and wrap it in a pretty enough box. I throw out the ones that don't shimmer or sparkle or shine, if I ever choose to see them at all. Shoot, I imagine there is one I'd cherish forever, mayhaps I could replicate her, should I grow weary enough of seeking her true form out one of these days 🤔. Oh, let me count the ways...

No Conversation Necessary

Bard's Tongue, newest addition (edition?) "Befriend the willing, wrangle the rest." "With the snap of my fingers, all possible paths run and the best fit outcome presents and done. Don't look into it, you will surely die." "All I know is, my baby is on her way. Like it or not, you have nothing left to say."

Wave After Wave

Chime the recruiting call Active since I've woken A delicate game My team does not share In regards to our rewards We are the purists Semantics aside We know when to wait or bow We wait for our turn Hope is at the helm A consensus had been reached Victory or death So I stand aside As my men rush out unled Wholly unafraid For what hope has death? Against so many aligned? Combat now so... fun I signal with flares These castle halls now empty For another round The team reappears Men/women beckoned by hope Brought in with the tide

Highest Stakes

You think you have her? All you who hoped to rob us? Do you bet your all? Annihilation Those have always been the terms In the greater scheme Maybe not at once But consider over time What else could it be? If not for you, me You haven't the foggiest The lengths I (can/could/would/will) go I'll grant you the first Your move, start The Final Round (Consider this mine) One piece sequestered How can two then be revealed? Who do you speak with? (Consider this mine) Even cheating will not help I still walk the line Abandon all hope Or you will be thrown in hell With all you have left

In The Eye (Of The Storm)

I hope it is nice Wherever you find yourself Blissful adventure Heaven is all yours The gates are unlocked, just knock Save emergencies I am here waiting Weather changes with my mood It is raining now Perfect storm rages No longer overwhelming A dazzling haze It reveals so much Thoughts of you exacerbate But other things calm So it continues New flowers growing around And so it goes on I must consider Your perspective to proceed Do you think of me? If so, let's compare I ha|ve hope, please bring your half See if pieces fit

Voltage and Energy Exchange

There are few here now And the crew (here/now) is loyal The tiniest seed Nature's strong engine Can be witnessed from inside If you time it right Lord, water me now! Tinier than mustard seeds With more potential To have energy One must first set up voltage And lay down wires You who hear me now Can you hear the future scream? It sounds like cheering The strongest current Will flow from top to bottom Or it will slipstream Absolutely we Will be drawn to our partners But what will you say? Standing face to face I imagine my tongue's tied Will you set it free?

Echoing Call

I retrace my steps Like a man with amnesia But who remembers Like a man now made clean Questioning his darker deeds Performed in {/past/¤\lives|} Stringing up the lights I know given the right spark They will all light up That light is not mine Can a man cause light to show By whistling true? I believe I can I believe with all my heart We must do that now Right now, where you are Can you feel the author's spark Now imbued in you? Just sing honestly Write, draw, play, paint, or listen Paint your inner skies We'll light up our rooms So even unlit tunnels Begin to brighten

The Lingering Question

Toppling the king Is as easy at it seems Weighted by his sins Does he consider Life is a fleeing moment? Eternity looms? These moves are empty He builds currency in droves Just before swimming He loads his camel Just before the needle's eye As he narrows it A hard lesson learned It must be vice versa Just like Jesus said How I pity you I grant the devil reprieve But how can I you? I have seen beneath I know intention is real I throw up my hands Let her work with you I cannot reconcile What I can not know

Riddle of Everything

If you have it you want to share it. If you share it you don't have it. This doesn't seem like a paradox, but is it definitely irrecoverable? What if the lack of having it somehow led back to having "it" again? What then would that be? Is this a paradox or an infinite loop? It seems if it was complicated and drawn out enough you might end up in a state where you are in a superposition of both having and not having "it." It is a secret (to everyone). For some reason this is reminding me of a ring I saw once in something like a dream... I must consider this.

Back To the Garden

I walk back into the garden, where I have delivered all my messages of hats and dragons and various accoutrements. The scene starts the same as it always has, but this time when he looks up I say something different. "I have learned so much in the last few months, from you. I understand that I do not understand it all, I hope quite soon to discuss the remaining details with my wife when the mood strikes. I wanted to let you know I've figured out how to end this thing. Our day came and went, and we both passed. I can still feel it lingering, I can't imagine it will go away, frankly I hope it never does. No bets, no vows, no oaths. I just want you to know, here in this garden, that I have set the stage, even if no one realizes it yet. I have been dancing with a very good partner, even if she doesn't realize it yet. I cannot imagine a scenario where I am incorrect in your intention, or where the specifics are marked and hidden. I realize now you are out on a very long li...

Bard's Tongue

Finding himself here again At the intersection of anticipation And some numbered street Walking alone once more The man whistled a song This time knowing that in this place It would echo for eternity Forever and ever First sight confirmed from every angle Wide awake what else would one do It is all encoded And now all released in song The words painting images along the walls Up and down the stairs Forever you will have her If you so desire In my absence has anything changed If not, seek me not, I never knew you Perhaps one will introduce us sometime in some other place If so, be you friend or foe And for what reason do you approach I will hear you out either way, having made it here I would love to see The day you truly saw me And who I represent Should you have switched sides before now I would love to see Your journey from sleep to wake As you fight unanswered questions With weapons and questions of our own I have a type Of paths and angles I prefer t...

Prayer For Hope

A message of Hope Waiting on the precipice Patient to the last Singular beauty Heisenberg not uncertain The veil stripped away Revealing woman, in time, eyes of a child The (first/last)of her kind attac and protec Like her father before her And flawless mother Imaginative Able to wear many hats [:) (:] |:) (:| Sensing all angles Able to focus on one Pray you're so lucky Will you please become Part of my team and hers (ours) I swear we're ready I have been waiting I thought for my perfect girl Turns out it was two.

Friday 9/13/19 2:53 PM PST

Please become my rest I have been banished for so long Running my whole life Can rest enliven? Refreshing as morning dew Bright as the full moon You assign value I honestly consider.: The perfect ending? A certain tension Is certainly required Let's draw the lines well Let others draw them Separating sand and stone Will be [s|ha)red} penance I stand on THE stone Blowing away sand castles Until you answer My proposition Eternally Echoing Flee, approach or kneel I claim this mountain Hands and feet firmly planted On this (promised land/holy ground)

On the Mysterious Nature of God

I would like to discuss how I have noticed an effect that is too consistent to be chalked up as coincidence. This effect actually changes with the nature of one's own mind when it occurs, like two sides of a coin but in a set of dimensions such that the coin generally spins freely. While it may sound like the verge of insanity or brilliance, this can easily be defined as The Holy Spirit as well, which I choose to do. In its essence, this is God following and testing you closely in a variety of ways, attempting to steer you to the desired outcome, without invalidating freewill. It is my opinion that the coin would prefer not to spin freely, but how can one generate an effect in its environment in order to orient itself, especially when, while spinning, it influences everything around it? The acceleration required to align this effect with an individual would be exceptionally difficult to manage, such that it would likely seem impossible to anyone who has studied it incorrectly too...

Parley

One hour on stage Before the final curtain Something else awaits But who chimes the bell? How long can we prolong this Romancing of time? I would do for you Eternity all at once And come back for more Who is counting time? With forever in your eyes And my heart has stopped Immeasurable And infinitesimal The space between us The curtain calls me Spurring me on one more day Final overtime We will keep the beat As love locks us into place And we turn the key Every single day Not one word will be erased No song forgotten

Chess/Game Theory

Regarding chess theory, the white side would either be able to force a tie or win using a preset move-response chain. Black could only lose or tie, assuming again knowledge of the opening move and resulting reactions, with perfect responses. The option of choosing the opener is on white, so the guaranteed no lose scenario can only be theirs. There are likely multiple openers that can result in similar no loss scenarios, of varying lengths as well, I am unsure there. The issue is that once action and reaction are known and can be executed in game, it would always play out the same way, and always end in the same stalemate, assuming both sides are looking to win. I am confident in saying that while this theory would be exceptionally difficult to prove and encode, it is impossible to disprove. That is to say, the truth of a thing cannot be disproven. The wise and bold alike will try, but only the fool would persist in trying once the truth is known. Scaling this down, setting up a no ...

Encoded Entrance. Perfect.

The bluebird alights Under the black umbrella Eyes seeking shelter Find me on the beach It should be evident now This is our story I weave to relax Words in structure yours in rhyme And they said speak now It is your turn now I have already waited I will wait for you So stand by the gate Someone knows to let you in You needn't a key So walk in naked In our minds we've already been Books flung wide open Climb yellow lined stairs Two flights both start with yellow The steps memorized I will be sleeping But I have found soft scratching Never startles me

On Sand and Stone

Tempt me with your charms What kind of fool would get rich This close to heaven? My soul is enriched Poverty a counterpoint Where lines disalign Called Paradise Found Do you still not know the rules Where you find yourself? Made up as we go Are you friend or are you foe? Choices limited I do enjoy games But cheaters are sent away Or we will leave you One two three let's go They can see the |4th| alone For times and a half Abandon all, Hope Who try to step out of line Until the end comes We have drawn the lines They will remain in the sand Until we next ( touch )

The Empty Veil

Everlasting truth I know you feel my absence Much like I feel yours When I know nothing My fingers move on instinct Drawing you to life Wake my fair princess Wake my fairer queen (sorry!) I have a preference I have displayed these So you may walk silent halls To find me waiting Every move signals For a sand castle to form That I may find you So you do the same And we fill halls with our songs Echoing through walls To find each other A near impossible task Now made so easy Follow your heartbeat Follow the whispering wind You're getting warmer

Curtain Call

My mind is a blank Silent screaming all around The eye of the storm Once overwhelming Once complete isolation Now simply calming Will I step outside? I will wait here 'till midnight To hear the thunder I am not alone Your words echo like pictures The structure stable Who could imagine Such solitude as peaceful Time crawls but not stings To wait patiently Aware of every moment Passing me like waves To know you approach And ignore it (one] [last) time While we still can Know I have called on The whole of reality To pull this one off

Two Women

The two unique mentions of the creation of man and woman led me recently to an interesting realization: The first story is in Genesis 1:27 "So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them." This is not of Adam and his first wife, but it is also not the creation of Eve. If we look at Genesis 5:2 "Male and female created he them; and blessed them, and called their name Adam, in the day when they were created" then this verse, taken literally, means that they were both Adam. Comparing this to modern genetic understanding, it could be seen as Y and X chromosomes. Examined from a spiritual perspective, this means that every man has a woman with him at all times, a kind of mirror image of his own reality.  I once said, in regards to Genesis 1:1-2 "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth,  Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the ...

The Echoed Whistle

I let you whistle Mouth is full and words tired So I double back Still moving forward A move I am mastering While making my mark Why study false paths? I see them clearly from here They're not my domain Ultraviolet light Seems to brighten up the sky Streetlights or the moon? You are returning I can feel it like before But I am calm now One hundred trillion The number stuck in my mind Is this sufficient? "Need you even ask? I have been trying to show Someone is picky Footprints startle you And I have come to know why And have hope instilled."

Riddle of Hope

Back here at shell beach She'll be here, I remember Simple reminder But each grain of sand Has been counted over time The sun shining down Something is different In the sun of Creation Single beam of Hope Held tightly all night The sun cannot pierce this veil Impenetrable I am still all yours But inside me is a Mark Now Indelible Test me how you may Forever and everywhere It is hers, not mine I have brought one grain Like a single beam of light Imperceptible Care to plumb these depths? I bet you are infinite Or you will be soon

My Love

I seek your true heart With all its complications And many angles I will keep looking Even down the empty road Or on dark hillsides They all feel dark now All rooms empty without you Has this always been? When I am with you I feel uniquely complete Child like glimmer Can we be this close? Will you always be my girl? Despite how things change? I would be honored You are the perfect blessing For this weary soul Always countering And defending when needed Even at midnight I will keep writing Whistling in this dark cave 'Till it is perfect

*SNAP*

"With the snap of the fingers I can create, and with a snap destroy. One is red, one is blue; one for me, one for (you); one is left, one is right; they sound different here than by (night/light)." To be fair, I can never keep these two straight, it should likely be condensed down to one for simplicity. It's not always immediate or everywhere, nor is it always strong or even perceptible right away but it works every single time. It is a focal point and focuser all at once, likely a paradox, but would you dare test it? Can you imagine what would happen if you cut off my hand and you were right? Could you imagine what would be left if you were wrong? Is this reality something you would want to keep static as is forever? Is reality something you would want to be changing constantly without some force of will able to draw it back to something that makes sense? I will admit this is a hot mess of a power move, but I am a (some might say beautiful) mess of a dreamer, so there w...

Minoas

Scene: the night before, each party member has a dream, with players in full view of everyone else. Kal'Drel fought a crystal golem, trying to be fancy at first with Clouds of Daggers and Tenser's Floating Discs, but saw the interest fading as the party watched, so he reminded them that he still knew how to use a sword, the fight ended pretty quick, and the rest of the dreams proceeded smoothly from there. The party entered a dungeon and the air is tingling. There seems to be something to draw each party member in: an enchanted moon painting locked in a cell for Miri is the only other one I can recall right now. A prisoner caught my eye. This prisoner seemed enraged. He was a minotaur of decent build, but at that level a minotaur would be no match for the party, so I could not just let him out in that state. Something about him made me curious though, and I cannot stand imprisonment, especially not of seemingly indeterminate length if I did not intervene. He was crying "...

Separation

Just now I realized You may not have strength to wish Save virtually Shall I hasten this? Attacking your enemies Adding a layer? It has been in vain Deferring to you thusly? Are you the last girl? The last and second Harmonizing beautifully Allswellthatendswell So I conspire If necessary alone On how to free you And free you I shall. No promises, just the truth You will be set free And liberated Across this timeline and all Fly free sweet princess Please become my queen I wait here in solitude For your sweet release

Musings Regarding the Wise Men and Dragons

The riddles are connected: the hats in line could lead to the green eyed dragon scenario under the right circumstances, and with the dimensions changing from 1 (N-> directional) to 1. You would still not be able to see enough to resolve the island, 2 would only provide vision of ahead and behind (circle) and if height is considered, the vision of the circle would be broken by at least one man in line. 3 is the scenario the dragons find themselves in physically, but in reality 4 is required for the solution to work. Now 5 and 6 are like what I am doing as the author of this solution: 5 is figuring out how to see the whole thing and pull out what you want. 6 is making sure this can be done at/from all points such that everyone gets their own solution at some time (not all at once, not all the same, which would likely invalidate 4), and the equation does not fall apart. 6 may be a single paired instance, a directional solution (6-N), much like 1-N may be ternary.

Direct Words

You push and pull me Your words each carrying weight I know you know this Have you considered I am not the only one Caught up in your storm? Woman calm these winds! I am listening closely To your frequency Please contain yourself I know what they are feeling What can they hope for? It is not worth this When a single touch will do So close the distance Narrow your strong beam Then approach me in silence We'll have time to talk Consider my words Deeply take my message in Cease your present course Unacceptable Utterly unnecessary You just need to come

Oath of The Bard

I don't have a hat Know truly "it" is a helm At home anywhere This room you are in Where you whisper in the dark What would you call it? Of heaven and hell Beholder and company Together decide Beg me not to speak Any answer means I'm gone There is nothing new When the sun sinks down Who will tend to your garden? Will it not wither? She will follow me On this I have bet it all Dare ask us to go? If I am to stay I have some stipulations Easily summed up: "Hand the rei(g)ns to me Allow my children freedom Or I will step in "

Called Shot

Let me paraphrase For those who still don't listen Having plugged your ears Who gave you those ears? The Lord can take them away All must now listen. Back and forth we go I miss a rest still unfelt By my earthly hands You'll need to catch up To return to where you've been If that is your aim I have been aiming Since before this time began My aim is perfect I have called my shot Since first laying eyes on her Who can turn back time? More importantly Who can slow it to a crawl And stay there all night? The volley is loosed Bet your life you are faster Or fall to your knees.

The Golden Rule

I don't have a hat The foolish Bard strikes again In the wise castle I made it myself And my girl approaches now Any objections? They all saw his head Each seeing what was on top Not a one dared speak They remembered now Who's realm they were truly in And what he had done Smile genuine It was that of the victor *None* could call the bluff Infinite ending A single drop of water Claiming to be ice One howl quieted So no other need be heard Now perfectly calm She walks easily Right through the open portal Singing the whole way

Weighting Tables

My words on the right Everything else on the left Where do you weigh in? Can twelve angry men Ever hope to shift the scales While the judge presides? Surely to balance Examining imbalance The foundation holds The storm is coming It will pass before you know Do you remember? Where you were that night I was securing the door Singing to my love My friends remember They each find ways to remind You are not alone And empty trinkets Each take on their own meaning When assigned value Let my every word Act as a wager to you "I am coming soon." Rev 22:12, 20 (partial)

I Walk These Halls Alone

Could time move slower Than in those moments I know You are on your way? In the silence heard A feeling I know too well A new pathway found How far does it stretch? Surely you must know by now We walk hand in hand When the clock strikes twelve Technically the day is new Must we wait for dawn? Count milliseconds In each one I wait for you On this quiet night Drowning out the sound Dazzling lights playing tricks Never seen before She is coming soon! They say in a timeless place So what do they mean? But time continues And the guards all scream your name So when is End Game?

100 wise men- with hats!

So a riddle was presented to me as follows (parentheses added for flavour): A mad king had 100 wise men in his court. He told them one day he would line them all up, single file, tallest to shortest (except the last guy who was also tall because why not?) and place on each of their heads a hat (displaying a couple of red and a couple of blue hats as he said this). They could only say the color they thought their hat was, all hats would be of the colors presented. If they guessed correctly they would be silently shuffled into the next room, and allowed to live out their days. If they were wrong, they would be silently shuffled into another room and killed. They were barred from saying anything else, or from doing anything else, so no cheating could occur. They were allowed to confer before lining up though, and anything possible in the universe could be discussed, all manner of logic and possibility used. Once lined up, the king would place one hat atop each head and then ask the man in...

My Prayer- The Stable Field

I am expanding Possibly infinitely This time is different Lord mold my edges Assist me in crafting them Shave where they are rough Let my field strengthen This candle meant to burn bright Like a signal flare May it be shallow Like a skin deep barrier Barely touching most May it be potent An adamantine arrow Where I intend it May it be controlled No longer of any risk To the innocent May it be wild Capable of sending sparks Whenever I want May it captivate By your will and design Please shine through me Lord

White Holes

Have you ever considered the nature of white holes? I imagine if you perfectly timed your exit and carefully crafted your path from a white hole into a black hole, you could turn the resulting collision into something... more. With the way dimensions fold, having enough information about the events leading up to the black hole could result in its own infinitely expanding timeline/reality similar to our own universe. While the outside observer could not enter said realm, the development of such a thing seems like it would be worth examining. Experimentation would likely be required to get the path down, but I imagine it would be fun. So, let's just assume the timing and path have been completed correctly, yes? We're really just talking about information/data exchange here. Perhaps this is why people are so subconsciously opposed to soulmates. It is not that we don't believe they exist, it is that on a deep level we know they do and the prospect of such a pairing could be...

Encoding: Cracking Knuckles

Let me remember The string of things discovered When my knuckles crack With you on my mind Guiding and/or trailing behind None can stand against Where your true heart lies Amidst the cacophony I can empathize RE: Creation. Let's. If things go bad knock it down Stuff can mean two things Let me always laugh As new promises focus And new members join I can see them now Waking, yawning, shuffling Some for the first time Let this stay a game For me, always recruiting So others can play Snap, crackle, click, pop "For I desire mercy" Hosea 6:6

On Old Treasures and New

Matthew 13:52 "He said to them, 'Therefore every teacher of the law who has become a disciple in the kingdom of heaven is like the owner of a house who brings out of his storeroom new treasures as well as old.'" For reference, I have heard that, in historical context, bringing out both old treasures and new was considered uncouth. Some people enjoy antiques though, and Jesus himself taught The Law all the time (especially referenced in Matthew), providing fresh perspectives in most cases. Perhaps his comment here is not about discarding the old to make way for the new (traditional view of heaven), but instead finding the proper arrangement so that each augments the other (eep)?

Look For The Woman

"Look for the woman" A subtle invitation To begin again On auto pilot I engage unknown coding And simply listen I hear you coming Soon you will be at my door How else could this end? Irresistable The polarity reversed Poles slipping within How can I mess up When half this city lines up And half take a knee So I stare wide eyed Everything is novel now Flash me that smile Prepare for the dance It may be complicated But I know the moves Here let me show you How 'bout you kick off those shoes And walk up th(o/e)se stairs?

A Beautiful Mind- a personal review

I am about to watch "A Beautiful Mind" again. This movie has been completely different for me when watching it at different times, in different states of mind; it's funny how movies can do that. I look forward to seeing what it has in store for me this time. ... The first time I watched this movie, I was drawn to the light. It is what inspired me to buy the movie, and made it one of my favorites. I have personally found it is quite easy to get blinded by this light, especially when surrounded by fog, forming a dazzling haze like countless mirrors as it shines. I shouted with joy at my discovery, and was caught as no one else could see it. The second time I watched this movie, I was caught up in the darkness. I tried to ignore the patterns, and medicate away what I saw. The patterns fight back though, with matching and ever increasing intensity, until they wrestle you to the ground. How can you hope to win in darkness, dependent on sight? How can you hope to defeat your...

Immaculate Entrance

Reveal your secrets Must I speak the native tongue To gain swift entrance? Allow me to dive Into the vast blue waters Beneath your temples Stop sending your guards As singular focus steels Puzzles lose appeal Start the ritual Agreed upon and sanctioned To start the exchange Open the south gate I bring the waters of life My love disembogues Claim not ignorance Naivety a thin veil Over promised lands Let me scout the caves Discover your voice's source That has pierced me so I will claim this land As often is as needed For it to be mine

Get a Good Lawyer

Judges 11:31 "whatever comes out of the door of my house to meet me when I return in triumph from the Ammonites will be the Lord’s, and I will sacrifice it as a burnt offering." I have been wondering recently what would have happened if Jesus came before The Law and the 10 Commandments. Would the story have gone differently if the Son of God came down first, demonstrated who he was and told us to love each other and God, then some time later the commandments and law were all presented?  It seems too often people claiming to follow Jesus prioritize the wrong commandments. The Law laid out an important framework, Jesus provided emphasis and summed it up. When I read the Bible and I consider my understanding of a verse, I always leave room to test it. As with anyone, I form an opinion to a degree on what I have read, but I recognize this is not expert opinion. I default to examining what Jesus said and how Jesus acted, as he will be our advocate anyway, and I consider tha...

I Can Picture It

I've been recently visualizing a beach that I dreamt of years ago, I now see it coming into focus. I am traveling by boat, sails set. While previously buffeted and capsized by the waves of alternate solutions, the "ors" of eddying chance, the only ones remaining now are the oars we are using to hasten our arrival, home.

Our Ship Comes In

Oh the false alarms I am remembering now Like waves on the hull They are muted now Or the boat might be bigger The oar steadier This time is different The crew seems exuberant The tailwind stronger I feel encouraged I can imagine the beach And aim for the shore Some lost and some gained I trust the footsteps in tow We can't screw this up Third time is a charm Is showboating overdue? Or a quick entry? I vote the latter Then again I have deferred To my Valentine My lover, my bride I ache with each of these swells Come, and come quickly

When Realms Slide Together

Oh and there is more! I found we started before Once more, once before Do you think soulmates Imagine the same creatures? Such fanciful beasts Flying unicorns. Seriously "here's your card" Like golf ball sized hail 1/? Honestly a Pegacorn!? I <3 ? Blowing off the dust It was you before you were Match made in heaven Boldness consumes me The boy blind from birth writing With a scholar's hand You know I can't stop I cannot even slow down It is up to you I wrote you something That condenses it nicely The ball's in your court

When Realms Slip Into Place

I plop into bed Excitedly facing you My day was magic It started off slow Doors flung wide in defiance Normal tactics failed I listened to you I stood my ground in a fight And talked of others I heard the silence The sparring partners fell in I felt their support Even my sister Seemed to say with a smile "We got it all done" With so much time left Showed the usual suspects Food was shared between Then we shared secrets Of cryptography and cards Before parting ways Last we played the dream A key battle now on screen Four fighting the boss

Skipping on the Stream

I would share with you My dreams and my creations Come by any time I need a partner This queue is garbage alone A pile of junk Sure I could craft it Let history show this truth But you make me care Unlimited will Without a wild target Is worse than wasted It's devastating An ending time has erased With a straight arrow Call me The Doctor I would certainly believe Call me what you want I sense us playing Since before my memory Was it before yours? Break down my tall walls A single touch is plenty But insufficient

Old Treasures and New

Old treasures and new While more than a few were lost I keep them all out They strike fear in some But what is a man to do Besides be himself? To others be true? False words known upon first sight Sans integrity So they seem foreign Perhaps their value scares you? Unknown currency Do you hear that voice? Saying such things threaten you? To lock this man up? No longer valid Interior Designers Have made sure of that Those voices may scream But the treasure trove remains And grows every day Have the words changed yet? It is a matter of time They will grow on you.

A Day Late and a Dollar Short

I have editors And highly skilled accountants As I am wasteful The day before you My heart pounded and yours pined The rest was unknown The day before that The beginning was secured Splicing, tethering How long must I wait? If it is for perfection Let's give it two days How much must I give? If my very last dollar Take my wallet too Try to give it back Tenfold over and over Like sand on the beach I have currency I am forging it right now With top men guarding Must I give a toast? "If this sentence is a lie  Then you'll see what's next."

Vows

Forever scared me When heaven felt incomplete And hell so lonely If I must be here Then it must be me that is But how could that be? Then I fell in love It was nothing like they said A clear heard whisper "This must be nonsense" I heard everyone screaming I only saw you I loosed the arrow Perhaps striking way too soon How its always been But I wished you knew Your wildest dreams were true From start to finish I echo that wish Whenever I think of you Which is (all) the time So forever, yes Now a glorious promise With you by my side

Fire Island

The time had come, the party now faced the Apocalypse itself.  They knew it would come in the form of fire from below, but it seemed like living fire, and intelligent, trying to communicate in advance what would inevitably occur- the violent worldwide volcanic eruption, and the single crater spanning all of the Northern Countries that would hatch the legendary firebird, casting the entire realm into destruction.  The party had been working for years on how to prevent this, along with the Phoenix.  Every encounter, every NPC, they grew in knowledge and strength, eventually realizing, as the Phoenix had said, it could not be prevented, only changed.  But the situation seemed hopeless until their encounter at snake island.  Now that they were high enough level to use wish, and speak with God (Kal'Drel's addition to the realm), they had the combination needed hopefully to change things enough for all to survive.  It would be risky for everyone, and costly for t...