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westward till I crossed the river's pebbled ford,
journeying as a solitary stranger dressed in somber grey.
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On the second evening of a moondimmed pitch
the night became bathed in a blazing light,
as screams rose louder from the torched city.
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Arriving upon Uruk's frightful confusion,
where a firery slaughter had awakened its slumbering guards;
its warriors caught unaware by a stealthy enemy.
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I entered that battle unsumonsed -
with bow at ready and dagger sheathed
searching, without finding its cause for alarm.
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As if still cloaked, my presence went unnoticed
as the people ran in panicked defense;
I sought that precious maiden who had won my heart.
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She who gave my life its renewed purpose
and refuge during that time of my foolish exile;
ere Ra`More's fell demise by Nephilim hands.
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"Erin-Enava!" I cried in vain in the night;
stepping through the body littled streests
as smoke gathered in that burning city of men.
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A voice that once sang to me with laughter,
now faintly called amid the bleating commands of a whip;
from a house which blazed near the Eastern Gate.
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Entering that smoldering threshold I saw her
crouching upon the floorwith blocked arms
warding off the blow of a raised whip.
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A Nephilim dressed in silver-black's High garb
stood over his subdubed victim in mid swing'
quickly turned his mithrel armor to my inturtion.
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We stood rival to rival at last facing our choice;
unwavering my arrow let loose to protect -
found its hiddious mark deep within his chest.
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In one fell move the pain melted away the years;
he slumpt to his knees and fell upon his side
as his helmeted face was suddenly revealed.
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The scribe stared as his brother's voice
came from the heap before him, "Feandar!
Betrayed... it's over, now I see..." Whip released.
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Raptured from that baneful placed I gathered Enava
unto myself in a smothering embrace
as we fled those crumbling timber flames.
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Beyond the city's burning wall I was counted
among those homeless ones who stared with
hollowed, numbed nothingness.
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Enava lay dead in my arms, limp warmth
as her beauty remained to me unmarred
with her ashen face and rent garments.
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"My Morning Love" remained forever unchanged
in my memories, yet her cooling form returned
not the sweet affecction we once exchanged.
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I allowed her daughter to clean and redress her;
as after my people's fashion I consecrated her
with oils and spices, then bound her in my cloak.
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Long I sat by her side meditating of our love;
lives briefly lived then quickly taken away -
tender was my soul-mate which none could replace.
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Journey
Our paths seem clear to us from the vantage point of all our preconcived goals yet their realities of manifestions are all the more clear to those who know us best. So many things use to seem so seriously real to me, now they've become a source of amusment; not that I have regretted the journey - it's brought me to where I am now. I just wished that hindsite would have been avalible to me then. Funny how so much of what we think is concrete turns out to be fluid. My story,The FORBIDDEN Nephilim Age is about just such a journey; self discovery in a dying world.
"Live and Learn, Die and Forget it all." - Michael Vogel
Photobucket
This is a test post from Photobucket.com
I've seen this several times on other sites, and have now gotten into it myself. Photobucket seems to be a photo sharing resource, with tags for Templates and such... heumm - cool, stumbling and learning new things.
"Click" link and type Falconmyst, or whatever you may be SEARCHing.
I've seen this several times on other sites, and have now gotten into it myself. Photobucket seems to be a photo sharing resource, with tags for Templates and such... heumm - cool, stumbling and learning new things.
"Click" link and type Falconmyst, or whatever you may be SEARCHing.
Our Gathering...
Our gathering included Me! of course, my wife - Alice, her brother Michael, my daughter Elizabeth, her fiance James, their daughter Savannah; James' mother Anna, her daughter Michell, and her other brother Christopher. A small apartment full that quickly felt the warmth of family ties, love, and a sence of hope that carries through well beyond the coming of winter or next year.
Though we don't have a dinning room table, chairs nor even the fancy place settings; we all ate from plates carefully placed in our laps, while we cheerfully laughed and exchanged the details of our individual Thankfullness for one anothers affections. America can be a crazy country, with all its woes, yet we're grateful to call it Home.
Alice out did herself this year - with what was undoubtedly her best Turkey to date; complimenting our traditional trimings of carefully prepared Stuffing, yams, gravy - the works. I am most thankful, that for all of my many deeply flawed shortcomings - she has been the constant reason for getting up in the morning and facing the fears of the day; I am Thankful, grateful, HAPPY, and very Blessed that my wife is in my life. May Yule be filled with just as much contentment and peace; and May the Reader be so Blessed as well!
Change with the Moons
Watching my grand daughter grow up reminds me alot of when my own daughter was learning how to crawl, and walk. Seems ages ago now. I'm so pleased with how Elizabeth is raising Savannah; she's taken on the role of motherhood with a maturity that has made us proud. I sometimes wondered, when was going through High School if she would even be responcible for herself. But I guess after watching many of her friends follow wrong paths in life she discovered a better one for herself.
Lov ya Liz
Happy Thanksgiving!
Whether you are a religious Puritan, a Spiritual Liberal, Agnostic, or Atheist - Happy Thanksgiving! Personally I don't think it is a religious holiday, even though there are very religious undertones; we don't need the goverment telling us to "Thank God," but it is nice that our leaders had set aside a day for national Gratefullness. Whether a loved one has passed away this year, or a tragic event destroyed a precious materal belonging; each of needs a personal time of reflection which should include being Thankful for even the most mundane of life's blessings. Healing and the care of others first and fore most begins with our own, individual well being.
I am blessed and very thankful for the people in my life; my wife, daughter, family near and far, friends, co-workers, and yes even you fellow blogger - because they have all in their own fashion validated my sence of worth, respect and love. I'm grateful I live in America, with all her problems and ills at least I can be who I am with out fear.
Happy Thanksgiving, and may you all have a Blessed Season!
Getting there. . .
We are planing actual sales to begin in the Spring of 06. With various details still being refined; the whole process of getting a small buisness off the ground, and its fundings, is proving to be a challenge. But keeping everything in prespective - its just a hobby - holds back the Bussiness Machine from eating up our free time.
If anyone can provide experiencial suggestions; for raising funds, lessons learned, and advice for starting up a new bussiness - they would be happily recieved.
Goblet of Fire
We really enjoyed the film Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, yet having actually read the book it was interesting to see all the changes on screen. It was "darker" but a richer story line, and getting better.
Well, put your heads down and go back to work now. . .
TIME mArChEs on!
We all march to a different drummer. Some goose step along with their manipulative task masters, some dance along with the winds of momentary fades, and still others run at their own pace. Just keep in mind that we all entered this life alone. Live and learn, die and forget it - someone once told me; make every step count, and pass on the beat whenever you can.
Made anyone smile today?
Crazy World
Seems from the beginning the WAR was sold as a shamed bill of goods, No WMDs, yada yada huma... With every step we take to assit in setting up a Democratic gov over there the more we're getting pissed on while Bush plays his politics of fooling around. No Pres in the last 50years has ever had a good second run, this one started out bad from the start.
I don't think we can pull out of the WAR now, we've lost too many lives, over 2000; they need to have been for something. Since WWII that area has been in conflict and the West has been medling in their affairs ever since. What's the answer? Well, we've got enough on our own plate here at home - oh, where's Osma again?
Throat Singers
RocketBoom had a piece about "Throat Singers," I've never even heard of it before, but it sounds really neat. Harmonic tunings of two or more singers. From Alaska to Asia seems to have been around since ancient times. Reminds me of the near lost recordings of Finland's Kalavala, and how Tolkien revived an interest in its message for new listeners of an ancient message.
LOST in CyberSpace
Like I've said before, I don't understand how in the world people can get 'bored' -just hit the NEXT BLOG buttom - zoom! before you know it you're interested, and inspired by the lives of someone else.
My wife and I really enjoy the TV series LOST. I like how it shows individuals from variously diverse backgrounds thrown into a situation where they have to interact with one another and grow beyond their personal world views.
For example: Suzanne's "des reflections d'une songeuse" of Kansas; Mark, a fellow writer, and programmer's Oddly Zen, or Nick over in Denver, Colorada has some interesting things to share. Then again there's Cassandra Tondro, an artist in Los Angeles; Joshua Ryan of Houston, Texas who's getting ready to leave for the Peace Corp; or a Working-Class Poet in Philly Subrbs; ever visited Ricky's site? -over in Houston, whose self realization takes a spiritual path towards becoming a News Director. A cute vegetarian tripplet with dreadlocks, of San Diego named Marissa; or Quinn, from Malibu - entering Law school to challenge the system, now there's a hero with nerves.
Schools go aBlogging
We've all heard the comercials, "Go online today!" spoken with a cheerful tone. Now, the kids are being taught how to Blog in school. Instead of sneeking about in class while the teacher goes on with their boring blah blahs, now the instructors talking about YOUR site!
Brief as Smoke
Didn't know who he was, but I was watching a football player (on some show promo) who mentioned that - even though he had three SuperBowl rings he still felt like there must be more to achieve in life. Then, there was Bill Gates, one of the world's richest men; saying that after all his millions he still felt a need to do more, and give back somehow, to those of need in third world countries.
It fasinates me to see how others articulate a preception of desiring more beyond this mundane existence. Everyone of us, in our own way and time, come to a point in our lives where we seek something beyond our experiencial knoweldge. There seems to be a human need for knowing the unknown, the more we learn the more we realize how little we understand.
Life is as brief as the smoke from a snuffed out candle.
Web Cams. . .
Don't you just hate that red darkness of web cams when you're trying to peer into cyberspace? Actually it's a rarity that I even use the web camera atop my monitor. I'm fasinated by "live" aspects on other sites even; the daily updates on RocketBoom. But I enjoy keeping a little of my mystic in not being seen as well.
THE NEXT BIG THING!
I told you! This is the next big thing, the idea is cutting edge and has been developing for quiet some time VLOG. Video Blogging. Anyone - and Everyone who now owns a camcorder can produce their own videos on air. ROCKET BOOM is the leader of the cutting edge idea. Set in a "news" format - get ready for the ride; and Welcome to Life on the Web...
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