Written By Blacktongue
Oct. 3, 2018, 1:02 p.m.(9/18/1009 AR)
Lord Alpa DeBet, ever contrary,
swallowed an entire dictionary
making his throat thesaurus
of anyone before us.
swallowed an entire dictionary
making his throat thesaurus
of anyone before us.
Written By Blacktongue
Oct. 3, 2018, 12:07 p.m.(9/18/1009 AR)
Relationship Note on Lore
See the sailing of the adventurer,
I think she's chuffed at the venturer.
Uncle finds it hard to see the artist,
Overshadowed by the gregarious chartist.
Who is that knowing near the Eurus?
I think she ought to discuss this.
Her vessel of choice is merchant ship,
She ran away - gone - poof on an ocean trip.
She returns to Arx and the Lyceum,
We brace ourselves for whatever may come.
I think she's chuffed at the venturer.
Uncle finds it hard to see the artist,
Overshadowed by the gregarious chartist.
Who is that knowing near the Eurus?
I think she ought to discuss this.
Her vessel of choice is merchant ship,
She ran away - gone - poof on an ocean trip.
She returns to Arx and the Lyceum,
We brace ourselves for whatever may come.
Written By Blacktongue
Oct. 3, 2018, 10:28 a.m.(9/18/1009 AR)
What is irritating to your heart, doesn't go away, and makes you miserable with delight?
I call them family.
I call them family.
Written By Blacktongue
Oct. 22, 2017, 8:55 p.m.(6/13/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Eleyna
You have come a long way from following me about the lab - you make me proud.
Written By Blacktongue
Oct. 22, 2017, 8:53 p.m.(6/13/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Consort? I am still going to call you by the usual nicknames, nephew.
Written By Blacktongue
Oct. 18, 2017, 10:56 p.m.(6/5/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Arianna
I have never feared for my job security more than I do now.
Written By Blacktongue
Oct. 5, 2017, 12:11 a.m.(5/4/1007 AR)
Batter my heart, oh thirteen'th personed gods, for you
As yet but knock, bow, writhe, and seek to bend,
That I may rise and Brand, o'vergrown them and end
Your coarse to fake, sow, churn, and make me rue,
I, like an usurp'd clown to another true.
Labor to acquit you, but oh, to no friend;
Treason, your viceroy in me, me should ascend.
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or taboo.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd feign,
But am betroth'd unto your piety.
Divorce me, untie or break that knot's reign,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you appall me, never shall I be thee,
Nor ever traced, except you tarnish me.
As yet but knock, bow, writhe, and seek to bend,
That I may rise and Brand, o'vergrown them and end
Your coarse to fake, sow, churn, and make me rue,
I, like an usurp'd clown to another true.
Labor to acquit you, but oh, to no friend;
Treason, your viceroy in me, me should ascend.
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or taboo.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd feign,
But am betroth'd unto your piety.
Divorce me, untie or break that knot's reign,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you appall me, never shall I be thee,
Nor ever traced, except you tarnish me.
Written By Blacktongue
Aug. 27, 2017, 11:48 p.m.(2/8/1007 AR)
Some men would defend even a bucket of slop, had it the lashes to bat at him.
Written By Blacktongue
Aug. 27, 2017, 11:24 p.m.(2/8/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Talen
Did you ever once stop to think it was -I- that needed rescuing from the pandering and flirting, and not the other way around? I am not the inflictor, merely the afflicted. Praise the Gods baby Donato seems to take after his mother.
Written By Blacktongue
Aug. 27, 2017, 11:22 p.m.(2/8/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Shard
She has the most charming smile.
Written By Blacktongue
Aug. 20, 2017, 11:28 p.m.(1/22/1007 AR)
Family and fealty dinners: Come for the poison, stay for the side-effects.
Written By Blacktongue
Aug. 14, 2017, 11:39 a.m.(1/9/1007 AR)
The sword strutted about the field, regaled in ostentatious drab,
They managed to go unscathed so long, nary a jab nor stab.
But when they found their choice was the same as all on the field,
They complained when the sword was turned, and only whining could they yield.
A fine array and a daring display,
while the steel of so many did sing.
And while some are keen to play the prey,
Others have naught a hand to wring.
They managed to go unscathed so long, nary a jab nor stab.
But when they found their choice was the same as all on the field,
They complained when the sword was turned, and only whining could they yield.
A fine array and a daring display,
while the steel of so many did sing.
And while some are keen to play the prey,
Others have naught a hand to wring.
Written By Blacktongue
Aug. 1, 2017, 11:06 p.m.(12/12/1006 AR)
As the Queen requests:
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
For when the ebb has come to swell, red runs the vivid slaughter.
Not sand nor cloud can recall the battles the waves did roar,
but as the boat crashes against the rocks, ask, "...are you certainly shore?"
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
For when the ebb has come to swell, red runs the vivid slaughter.
Not sand nor cloud can recall the battles the waves did roar,
but as the boat crashes against the rocks, ask, "...are you certainly shore?"
Written By Blacktongue
July 23, 2017, 7:45 p.m.(11/21/1006 AR)
You are all fools.
Written By Blacktongue
July 19, 2017, 1:30 p.m.(11/13/1006 AR)
Oh, it's very simple, sire. When the Doge did his duty and the Duke didn't, that's when the Duchess did the dirt to the Duke with the Doge.
Who did what to what?
Oh, they all did, sire. There they were in the dark; the Duke with his dagger, the Doge with his dart, Duchess with her dirk.
Duchess with her dirk?
Yes! The Duchess dove at the Duke just when the Duke dove at the Doge. Now the Duke ducked, the Doge dodged, and the Duchess didn't. So the Duke got the Duchess, the Duchess got the Doge, and the Doge got the Duke!
Who did what to what?
Oh, they all did, sire. There they were in the dark; the Duke with his dagger, the Doge with his dart, Duchess with her dirk.
Duchess with her dirk?
Yes! The Duchess dove at the Duke just when the Duke dove at the Doge. Now the Duke ducked, the Doge dodged, and the Duchess didn't. So the Duke got the Duchess, the Duchess got the Doge, and the Doge got the Duke!
Written By Blacktongue
July 18, 2017, 7:40 p.m.(11/11/1006 AR)
Life could not better be, better be, better be. It could not possibly, No sirrah, sir-rah, sirree! Songs could not gayer be. Sound your do-re-o-mi, re-mi-fa-so-la-see, fa-la-la-la follow me! Why be gloomy? Cut thy nose off to spite thy face? Listen to me, A nose is hard to replace! Skies could not bluer be, hearts in love truer be. I say for you or me, life couldn't possibly, not even probably, life couldn't possibly better be! Life could not better be, on a Folly spree. Knights full of chivalry, villains full of villainy! You see, as you suspect, maidens fair in silks bedecked, each pride and true effect for the umpteenth time we resurrect! We did research. Authenticity was a must! Zooks! Did we search?! And what did we find? Ah-choo! A lot of dust! After the dust had cleared , half the cast had a beard. And I'm the one, as you can see, for whom the bell does not tolls merrily. We asked the bards, and playwrights, "Would they declare which one wrote this?" And they both said, "Get outta there!" Which brings us to the plot -plot we've got quite a lot- as it unfolds, you'll see! What starts like a scary tale, ends like a fairy tale, and life couldn't possibly better be!
Written By Blacktongue
July 7, 2017, 10:05 a.m.(10/16/1006 AR)
I had no idea white journals were now a means to peddle wares and make advertisements. It seems a rather small, select audience...those who scribe and the few that may care to even read your journal in the first place.
But I am just am old fool.
But I am just am old fool.
Written By Blacktongue
June 5, 2017, 11:20 p.m.(8/7/1006 AR)
My boy dun' gone and grown up.
Brings a tear to my eye.
Brings a tear to my eye.
Written By Blacktongue
June 1, 2017, 11:19 p.m.(7/26/1006 AR)
Eight pallbearers carry,
death across the floor. He weaves his shroud for those that move, to make sure they move no more.
death across the floor. He weaves his shroud for those that move, to make sure they move no more.
Written By Blacktongue
May 27, 2017, 1:08 a.m.(7/14/1006 AR)
Why is everyone so obsessed with fruit all of the sudden? First they imprison them....what's next? Oh Gods, don't tell me more horrid poetry.
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