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Iron RiderOn iron horses do we ride
to death or glory side by side
where we're going, we don't know
where we've been is a tale of woe
Engines screaming into the night
Warriors riding out of site
Each a heart and soul of black
All must fear is iron wolf pack
We ride together in life and death
for each other we'd give our last breath
no home, of love we seek to find
all are alien to the mind
On iron horses do we ride
in life and death side by side
where we're going god only knows
But for sure it will be a tale of woe.
Lost soulsThe lost souls ever seeking
For what was not meant to be
By the paths of moon and sun
By the rise and fall of the sea
The warrior seeks redemption
The sinner seeks in kind
The forgotten seeks for memories
The mad seek for piece in mind
Their stories wide and varied
As countless as stars in the midnight sky
As fish doth seek the deep dark waters
As the bird doth seek the sky
All seek for something better
For passion doth ensnare the mind
Keep oh keep the wild heart open
The only shield of the impassioned mind
Rise now oh lost travelers
Keep searching far and wide
For at the end of life's long journey
all you seek you'll surely find
Love for the broken hearted
Healing for the tortured mind
Rest for those who always wonder
A home eternal does lost souls find.
self made gilded cageWe lose ourselves in fantasy in order to escape reality, a gilded cage of the mind made by our own actions and choices, wether to escape a hard reality or the protect a wounded and scared mind and heart is matters not; When that cage of gilded bars inevitably come crashing down, and those broken and tattered hearts and those shattered minds are once again laied out and open to the world we stand in silent awe of all that we refused to see.
My Creed.obligandi radix familia: The binding Roots of Family. My personal creed. The Code in which I live my life. Some one once said that every person needs a code to live by. I find it odd that most don't chose a code that is just their own. Most choose one from a group. But mine is not. Modeled after my family crest. This Creed signifies the ties that bind. Family, it is our root were we come from. no mater how far we travel, no mater how much we change there is one place were can be ourselves, were we can be at peace, with family. By blood, or by breath family is the rock, root, the foundation in which we start our lives. This creed signifies that we always have a place to return to.
I urge all to find their own creed, their own code, and then pass it to your children.
For that is what family does it gives you the foundation in which to begin.
Anthony Brandt Other things may change us, but we start and end with family
Free WillFunny how things usually go with some people. Some people say that destiny is unchangeable a ending of our lives dictated by god himself. others say that there is no destiny but death and everything else is just random chance. I think that chance is merrily god at work. The Lord is not know now to be a blatant being now a days. He works his work with the a subtly that is beyond approach, to the point that some have stopped believing in him. which is completely senseless. What do people think in this day and age that the lord would still be throwing fire and brimstone around, turning people into pillars of salt, to queiting the storm, parting the redsea? NO, after the last sacrifice to him, his own son by his will, he stopes all that. He gave us the reigns so to speak. The lord may know what will happen to us and have a design for us, but that does not mean we will reach it. He gave us Freewill for a reason. We decide our fates, our lives. If we wish to live in his grace or live with ou
The lone Travlerthe lone traveler
a lone wolf
with a coyote spirit
where he may
but content to
forever walk alone
the wind his brother
the road his home
walking with others
but always walking alone
eating when he hungers
drinking when he thrusts
sleeping when he tires
but always alone
no love to remember
no past to regret
he lives how he wishes
but lives always alone
many live as him
but not many as free
as a hawk on the wing
as a shark in the sea
family long gone
alone to grieve
a wolf of a lost pack
a coyote to be.
howling in regret
of things left unsaid
of debts unpaid
last of his line
what of that is left to say
left to walk the earth alone
the lost wolf's heart seeking a home
stopped by the coyote spirit seeking to roam.
Analysis of the TG GenreThis started out as a collection of thoughts that come up whenever I try to write a new story. They sum up my perception of the genre and hence make for a great starting point whenever I want to write something that is less traditional. Feel free to take any of these ideas and spin them into your own story. I would love to read them if you would leave me a link to your art in the comments.
Please keep in mind while reading this that this is my humble perception of the genre. If you disagree with any of my assumptions please let me know and I will gladly try to learn more.
Let's start from the top. While the term TG is (no pun intended) gender-neutral you immediately notice a tendency towards male to female transformations. I think this is mainly due to the skew in audience preference towards this "direction" of transformation as opposed to the other way. Whenever you do see female to male transformation it is usually accompanied with the main character's transformation into a girl
The Psychology Of OmegleThe Psychology of Omegle
The enemy of fathers and virgins alike. Who goes on the Random Chat site Omegle? Why? Do parents know about their daughters and sons exposing themselves to strangers on the internet? I asked myself this, a serious question on the mind of a fifteen year old girl. But, also, how do parents feel about this? Not being a mother, but instead being a daughter, I put myself in my father's position, and continue on to answer the questions on both the adolescent and adult mind alike.
I went on Omegle for myself, and caught whoever I could, whether they be out for bra colours, or out for a simple thrill. I lied about my age (Another thing my father would be disappointed about) and what I was doing. I told them I was a college student writing for a college essay. I denied all requests to stand up from my chair, and in return, I finally caught a family... I repeat, a family of people. I sat there in complete silence while they gossiped to eachother and then spoke to me. The
Spirituality and Spiritualist
Namaste everyone. I know that it has been a while and also a very long time since I wrote a lesson, but I had some obstacles and hard times which I had to understand and to accept. Many things happened since I wrote my last lesson and many things I experienced and saw but I cannot write it all in one lesson (although I would like to) because it would end up as a book and it is not yet the time to publish my lessons.
In today’s lesson I would like to talk about Spirituality and Spiritualist. Please before I start I would like to state the following:
~~ If you feel that you are in need to write me a comment, please feel free just don't write lecturing, hate, negative and "I know better" comments because you do not know what is/was in my head when I started writing this lesson, so please keep those kind of comments to yourselves. Thank you ~~
So back to the lesson, I said that I would like to talk about Spirituality and Spiritualist, well firstly the two must not be taken as one, be
On the Ramifications of Arboreal AnnihilationOn the Ramifications of Arboreal Annihilation
The air is filled with the gentle roar of water cascading over the moss blanketed stone into the small, emerald bottomed pond, overlaid by the simple melodies of birdsong overhead. Eternal ripples emanate from where the clear surface meets the trickling falls, their radiations disrupted by the water worn stones speckled with lichen that protrude from the recesses of the water. The viridian hues of the pool compliment the lush ferns and grasses that surround the quietly lapping shores of this secluded lake, as well as the verdant foliage, extending from the trees towering around lagoon. A few years pass, and this once beauteous scene is despoiled. The trees that once stood sentinel over the glade are gone, leaving only ragged stumps in their stead. The stones that supported the waterfall have been overturned and crushed, along with the delicate plants that covered the ground. The slight trickle of muddy and brackish water that fills th
Good morning (250) will not succeed untilصباح الخير (250) لن تفلحوا حتى...
حقيقة ترددت قبل أن أكتب الموضوع لأننا نادينا كثيرا بلا طائل ,لكن هذا لايمنع أننا دوما نضع يدنا على موطن الوجع ونتألم فقط.... بل نضع يدنا ونفكر..
Calcul ingeresc Primele scântei de lumină în univers s-au numit îngeri.Ei mai călătoresc si astăzi,dar stinşi.Locul lor de drept în univers este viaţa pe care o aprind.Sunt întotdeauna în continuă cautare a naturii din care s-au rupt,care-i cheamă de dincolo de spaţiu şi timp fără de care propria existenţă nu ar întrezări speranţa unei vieţi viitoare.Viaţa unui înger se consumă în lumină şi îşi găseşte la sfârşitul existenţei sale întotdeauna drumul spre casă.Prin întuneric,timpul se scurge fără o opoziţie clară,se poate spune că doar lumina măsoară timpul iar timpul unui înger se scurge în lumină.Prin urmare sunt îngeri care îşi cauta reflexia obârşiei lor în oameni.In momentul în care î
Emil Cioran 128L'ARCHITETTO DELLE CAVERNE
La teologia, la morale, la storia e l'esperienza di tutti i giorni insegnano che, per raggiungere l'equilibrio, non c'è un'infinità di segreti - ce n'è uno solo: sottomettersi. "Accettate un giogo" esse ci ripetono "e sarete felici; siate qualche cosa e verrete liberati dalle vostre pene". In effetti, tutto è mestiere quaggiù: professionisti del tempo, funzionari del respiro, dignitari della speranza, un lavoro ci attende ancor prima della nascita: le nostre carriere si preparano nel grembo delle nostre madri. Membri di un universo ufficiale, dobbiamo occuparvi un posto, in virtù di un destino rigido, che non si allenta se non in favore dei folli; essi, almeno, non sono costretti ad avere una fede, ad aderire a un'istituzione, a sostenere un'idea, a seguire un'iniziativa. Da quando la società si è costituita, coloro che hanno voluto sottrarvisi sono stati perseguitati o scherniti. Vi si perdona tutto, pu
the right wordMark Twain once said "the difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug." I can't help but think that truer words were never spoken. I mean how many times have we all strugled looking for the right word to say how we feel? For may of us we can't. For some like us poets (not all just an example) we can't find just one big right word, we find many little right words stringing them together with rythm, sceme, and symbole to form poems, thus the great poems of the world are created. For musiations they can't find words so they use their music. One can not deny that the greatest poems, stories, works of art, or pieces of music are the ones that radeate feeling. So we as artest of all medams must strive to find the right words to speak for us. because after all the difference between a great work of are and an almost great work of art is the difference between the right word and the almost right word.
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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