Written By Raimon
June 22, 2021, 1:50 p.m.(9/15/1015 AR)
The Wheel turns on! Around we go!
Our lives and deaths roll on.
The stars are born, the stars burn up
And one day they'll be gone.
Aye, cycles come and cycles pass
And we're all caught between!
And only in the rarest glimpse
Can hints of Truth be seen
Creation happens, -many- times
Each time but for -our- sake.
The only way to break the chain?
Each Dreamer must awake!
Awakened from 'good' dreams or 'bad'
The Soul is freed -both- ways
And 'waking' seems the only way
To halt the march of days . . .
Else nightmares alternate with bliss,
-- in infinite refrain.
And every moment that feels 'good'
but heralds one of Pain.
So, seek the Answer that is found
In Timeless moments: Still
It waits behind the hour-hand,
if it eludes my quill.
If neither 'left' nor 'right' will do,
to leave our circled path
It but remains to try to *Rise*
with all the strength one hath!
A wordless wonderment awaits
Our choice to step from Time
Stop running 'round in clockwork rings,
and toward what's Timeless: Climb!
This -can- be done, for know that Thee
hold deep within Thy heart,
- Thy- echo of a Timeless Song:
The Truth of Who Thou Art.
Before there were word-songs to sing,
before the Moon rose high,
While all lay Void and Shadow -wrapped,
beneath the unborn sky,
Before there came a 'time' to Be,
before the march of days,
Before the sunset’s wide red arms,
before the dawn’s bright rays,
One Note was spoken to the stars,
to their first flames ignite.
One Song expressed within our Souls
Which Sing, Forever - Bright.
In quiet, earnest wonderment,
You'll watch the Song unfold.
In harmony, your soul will sing:
soft notes of burnished gold.
-Eternity- awaits the Heart
that's nae content with less.
And Minds that hear that Timeless Hymn
Can Ever, only, Bless
Our lives and deaths roll on.
The stars are born, the stars burn up
And one day they'll be gone.
Aye, cycles come and cycles pass
And we're all caught between!
And only in the rarest glimpse
Can hints of Truth be seen
Creation happens, -many- times
Each time but for -our- sake.
The only way to break the chain?
Each Dreamer must awake!
Awakened from 'good' dreams or 'bad'
The Soul is freed -both- ways
And 'waking' seems the only way
To halt the march of days . . .
Else nightmares alternate with bliss,
-- in infinite refrain.
And every moment that feels 'good'
but heralds one of Pain.
So, seek the Answer that is found
In Timeless moments: Still
It waits behind the hour-hand,
if it eludes my quill.
If neither 'left' nor 'right' will do,
to leave our circled path
It but remains to try to *Rise*
with all the strength one hath!
A wordless wonderment awaits
Our choice to step from Time
Stop running 'round in clockwork rings,
and toward what's Timeless: Climb!
This -can- be done, for know that Thee
hold deep within Thy heart,
- Thy- echo of a Timeless Song:
The Truth of Who Thou Art.
Before there were word-songs to sing,
before the Moon rose high,
While all lay Void and Shadow -wrapped,
beneath the unborn sky,
Before there came a 'time' to Be,
before the march of days,
Before the sunset’s wide red arms,
before the dawn’s bright rays,
One Note was spoken to the stars,
to their first flames ignite.
One Song expressed within our Souls
Which Sing, Forever - Bright.
In quiet, earnest wonderment,
You'll watch the Song unfold.
In harmony, your soul will sing:
soft notes of burnished gold.
-Eternity- awaits the Heart
that's nae content with less.
And Minds that hear that Timeless Hymn
Can Ever, only, Bless
Written By Raimon
June 22, 2021, 1:43 p.m.(9/15/1015 AR)
An ancient bargain soiled sands
Both curse and blessing, aye
For poison works -two- ways, you see
So no one has to die. . .
The puffer - fish -is- poisonous.
Extremely so, we're told.
But that's a puffer's Armor, Shield:
-defensiveness-, two-fold . . .
All predators that know this trick
are thenceforth given pause.
Attacking this delicious fish
would just their -own- death cause!
Both curse and blessing, aye
For poison works -two- ways, you see
So no one has to die. . .
The puffer - fish -is- poisonous.
Extremely so, we're told.
But that's a puffer's Armor, Shield:
-defensiveness-, two-fold . . .
All predators that know this trick
are thenceforth given pause.
Attacking this delicious fish
would just their -own- death cause!
Written By Raimon
June 22, 2021, 1:38 p.m.(9/15/1015 AR)
What once was sand has formed to glass,
and glass thence formed to Art!
An Artistry of Octopi!
. . . Of Ocean, from the start.
A beach is just a field of sand
And sand is glass - unborn.
Eventually: glass octopi!
. . . collectable or worn.
And there's -no- limit to the shades
that Art may gift to glass.
A lavender of blooming buds?
The hale of verdant grass?
Thus Nature and the mind can join,
Creating something New!
A spectrum of what's possible,
In each imagined hue. . .
and glass thence formed to Art!
An Artistry of Octopi!
. . . Of Ocean, from the start.
A beach is just a field of sand
And sand is glass - unborn.
Eventually: glass octopi!
. . . collectable or worn.
And there's -no- limit to the shades
that Art may gift to glass.
A lavender of blooming buds?
The hale of verdant grass?
Thus Nature and the mind can join,
Creating something New!
A spectrum of what's possible,
In each imagined hue. . .
Written By Raimon
June 20, 2021, 12:41 a.m.(9/10/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Lustry
What once was sand has formed to glass,
and glass thence formed to Art!
An Artistry of Octopi!
. . . Of Ocean, from the start.
Each small shape: a tiny trophy,
won with skill upon the waves.
Not the vast Sea's mighty waters,
just the part a -tub- exclaves!
and glass thence formed to Art!
An Artistry of Octopi!
. . . Of Ocean, from the start.
Each small shape: a tiny trophy,
won with skill upon the waves.
Not the vast Sea's mighty waters,
just the part a -tub- exclaves!
Written By Raimon
June 19, 2021, 1:48 a.m.(9/8/1015 AR)
A Dream; Not Mine
A walking mountain stalks the chain,
winged horrors 'pon it dive.
With thunder-ings of fiery breath,
its mountains come alive!
Its people, torn by war and strife,
bequeathed yet one more doom.
Between the mountains' lava breath,
And blood-red waters' spume.
A horror lurches 'cross the Deeps,
A vast and dread-full Beast.
The streets run red with offered blood
as winged fiends swoop and feast.
What succor 'gainst this massive threat
can Saffron hope to find?
What hopes unlooked-for can be called
and 'gainst the Dark aligned?
A walking mountain stalks the chain,
winged horrors 'pon it dive.
With thunder-ings of fiery breath,
its mountains come alive!
Its people, torn by war and strife,
bequeathed yet one more doom.
Between the mountains' lava breath,
And blood-red waters' spume.
A horror lurches 'cross the Deeps,
A vast and dread-full Beast.
The streets run red with offered blood
as winged fiends swoop and feast.
What succor 'gainst this massive threat
can Saffron hope to find?
What hopes unlooked-for can be called
and 'gainst the Dark aligned?
Written By Raimon
June 18, 2021, 10:30 p.m.(9/7/1015 AR)
The beaches form a full mosaic,
Life and Death the colors there!
Fresh greens and yellows wash ashore, and
gasp for breath in salty air.
Pallid are the hues asunder:
Fractured mollusks, shattered crabs
Bleached - white are the bones and sinews,
skyward one lone gull-wing stabs. . . .
Life and Death the colors there!
Fresh greens and yellows wash ashore, and
gasp for breath in salty air.
Pallid are the hues asunder:
Fractured mollusks, shattered crabs
Bleached - white are the bones and sinews,
skyward one lone gull-wing stabs. . . .
Written By Raimon
June 15, 2021, 2:36 a.m.(8/28/1015 AR)
The summer's heat is sweltering,
Humid, cloying, sometimes cruel.
House Kennex found the antidote:
-Throw- the party -- in a pool!
Humid, cloying, sometimes cruel.
House Kennex found the antidote:
-Throw- the party -- in a pool!
Written By Raimon
June 14, 2021, 12:38 a.m.(8/26/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Aisha
A Whispered Dance with Truth Herself,
Ideals held in close embrace!
To gaze within a silvered mirror . . .
Meet one's own -Self-, face-to-face.
Who knows the mysteries revealed
When all one's Masks are stripped away?
Who knows the secrets thence unsealed
regarded in the Light of Day?
The Stars alone bear witness to
the histories of all who live.
Shall not we stretch our arms aloft
to thus receive what Light they give?
Ideals held in close embrace!
To gaze within a silvered mirror . . .
Meet one's own -Self-, face-to-face.
Who knows the mysteries revealed
When all one's Masks are stripped away?
Who knows the secrets thence unsealed
regarded in the Light of Day?
The Stars alone bear witness to
the histories of all who live.
Shall not we stretch our arms aloft
to thus receive what Light they give?
Written By Raimon
June 11, 2021, 10:29 p.m.(8/21/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Zakhar
Those growing greens seemed fraught with peril
-- trammeled 'bout with felines feral,
some of which were but -apparel-
for the author of the greens!
So I decided, on my lonesome,
not to partake until I'm -shown- some,
for it seems thy greens had grown some
only in a mind with means!
-- trammeled 'bout with felines feral,
some of which were but -apparel-
for the author of the greens!
So I decided, on my lonesome,
not to partake until I'm -shown- some,
for it seems thy greens had grown some
only in a mind with means!
Written By Raimon
June 9, 2021, 10:49 p.m.(8/17/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Haakon
Den Langen Drager
Dragon Islands
Drawn-out Chain
Bloody Beaches,
Blighted Reign
Shouting Forests:
Angry Shavs!
Spiteful Remnants,
Splintered Halves ...
Vengeful Rebels,
Victims Rent
Stalwart Shieldwall's
Valor Spent
Spearhafts Shattered,
Shackles Loosed
Captives Trammeled,
Traitors Noosed
The Fight concludes;
A Banner Felled
A Hewn-down Post's
Position held
Ivan's Remnant,
Routed, Flees
An Emptied Camp, nigh
Calm Grey Seas
Dragon Islands
Drawn-out Chain
Bloody Beaches,
Blighted Reign
Shouting Forests:
Angry Shavs!
Spiteful Remnants,
Splintered Halves ...
Vengeful Rebels,
Victims Rent
Stalwart Shieldwall's
Valor Spent
Spearhafts Shattered,
Shackles Loosed
Captives Trammeled,
Traitors Noosed
The Fight concludes;
A Banner Felled
A Hewn-down Post's
Position held
Ivan's Remnant,
Routed, Flees
An Emptied Camp, nigh
Calm Grey Seas
Written By Raimon
June 8, 2021, 2:16 p.m.(8/15/1015 AR)
"Is it Time?" the Queen of Death had asked,
as Fates with bated breath did wait
A dozen lives hinged on one moment,
fraught with vagaries of Fate
A vasty Silence awaits that Choice
to take a shape of 'Yae' or 'Nay'
The balance of The Wheel is paused yet
poised to turn! -- whichever way!
There is a Mirror in the courtyard,
yet wrought of silver'd waters be-stilled
Once more The Wheel is paused mid - turn as
soft deep notes of tension build:
Two Bright - Bright eyes regard their target.
All else beside them starts to fade
Pure Light, Vast Darkness on one axis:
Calling, to a Choice - unmade . . .
as Fates with bated breath did wait
A dozen lives hinged on one moment,
fraught with vagaries of Fate
A vasty Silence awaits that Choice
to take a shape of 'Yae' or 'Nay'
The balance of The Wheel is paused yet
poised to turn! -- whichever way!
There is a Mirror in the courtyard,
yet wrought of silver'd waters be-stilled
Once more The Wheel is paused mid - turn as
soft deep notes of tension build:
Two Bright - Bright eyes regard their target.
All else beside them starts to fade
Pure Light, Vast Darkness on one axis:
Calling, to a Choice - unmade . . .
Written By Raimon
June 8, 2021, 12:24 p.m.(8/15/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Zara
Aye, boredom's quite a lethal thing,
To those who've seen the Seasons swing
A thousand times -- though each may bring
Their own small notes of warning
And those who tempt the 'alfar wrath
May rue each step by which they hath
Been brought along grave Sorrow's path:
A thousand years of Mourning.
To those who've seen the Seasons swing
A thousand times -- though each may bring
Their own small notes of warning
And those who tempt the 'alfar wrath
May rue each step by which they hath
Been brought along grave Sorrow's path:
A thousand years of Mourning.
Written By Raimon
June 6, 2021, 11:41 p.m.(8/12/1015 AR)
A harvester of souls had come,
upon his steed Despair.
All memories of hope he slew,
and soiled all things fair.
The grinding weight of time is his -
a weapon brutal, sure.
He drags down all who yearn to hope,
and rots away what’s pure.
His manacled and heavy hand
is stained with shattered souls.
His grip’s a fearsome massive weight,
that ever-downward pulls.
With shadow-flax from seeds of doubt,
he fashions raiment fell.
Consigning those he folds within,
to empty plains of Hell.
His heart is Eaten, gnawed and dry,
his hand is much the same.
He’s lost his sense of truth-in-self,
Forgotten his own Name.
(( ooc: This is much of @clue 1126 -- if you'd like to, pls. feel free to follow up IC and Rai can explain the rest ))
upon his steed Despair.
All memories of hope he slew,
and soiled all things fair.
The grinding weight of time is his -
a weapon brutal, sure.
He drags down all who yearn to hope,
and rots away what’s pure.
His manacled and heavy hand
is stained with shattered souls.
His grip’s a fearsome massive weight,
that ever-downward pulls.
With shadow-flax from seeds of doubt,
he fashions raiment fell.
Consigning those he folds within,
to empty plains of Hell.
His heart is Eaten, gnawed and dry,
his hand is much the same.
He’s lost his sense of truth-in-self,
Forgotten his own Name.
(( ooc: This is much of @clue 1126 -- if you'd like to, pls. feel free to follow up IC and Rai can explain the rest ))
Written By Raimon
June 6, 2021, 7:44 p.m.(8/11/1015 AR)
Relationship Note on Vega
Thou.
I have searched most of Arx since mine own return thence.
Since the Sea gave me back to the world, almost a month ago, I have searched for news and met many who remember you.
But in all that month, the only news of you was old news.
I have tried to send @messengers, but none of them have been able to locate you.
If by quirk of Fate or Mangata's Favor this message should find you, I do implore Thee:
Please write.
Rai
I have searched most of Arx since mine own return thence.
Since the Sea gave me back to the world, almost a month ago, I have searched for news and met many who remember you.
But in all that month, the only news of you was old news.
I have tried to send @messengers, but none of them have been able to locate you.
If by quirk of Fate or Mangata's Favor this message should find you, I do implore Thee:
Please write.
Rai
Written By Raimon
June 6, 2021, 12:03 p.m.(8/11/1015 AR)
A triptych of Haiku at the Zen Garden, whilst having Rose Tea: (( The Jade Moon's Rose Tea turned out to be the -perfect- visual metaphor. In -so- many ways. Kudos to the designer! ))
Sweltering Summer;
No one wants to move too fast . . .
Yet movements -make- Wind!
Low angry clouds loom;
Burn hot the daily tensions . . .
Welcome, sunset rain!
Destiny unfolds;
What was once Rose changes form . . .
Invigorating!
Sweltering Summer;
No one wants to move too fast . . .
Yet movements -make- Wind!
Low angry clouds loom;
Burn hot the daily tensions . . .
Welcome, sunset rain!
Destiny unfolds;
What was once Rose changes form . . .
Invigorating!
Written By Raimon
June 2, 2021, 3:57 a.m.(8/2/1015 AR)
The Children of the Dawn were Born
of One creative Thought.
They quarreled, fell, or went insane . . .
Their creator perished-not!
Before the First Choice ever made,
One Thought alone prevailed.
IT's never left us. We -are- 'ALL'
And 'ALL' ... -can- be -unveiled-!
of One creative Thought.
They quarreled, fell, or went insane . . .
Their creator perished-not!
Before the First Choice ever made,
One Thought alone prevailed.
IT's never left us. We -are- 'ALL'
And 'ALL' ... -can- be -unveiled-!
Written By Raimon
May 31, 2021, 3:30 a.m.(7/26/1015 AR)
Well, at this point, Blessed Scholar, I might as well just finish it, since we've been here a minute . . .
"A Canticle for Cobalt"
Cobalt, born o' Lightning's wrath
set Koraj on his vengeful path
Against the Beast the depths yae hath,
betimes the tides of mourning.
Encaged the Beastly Deep was bound,
By sigils set 'pon holy ground,
as legions of the damned swarm'd round
unto the dawn of morning!
Against the need of future ages
weapons wrought by Will of mages
recorded in the tales of sages
buried with dire warning!
Pow'r to set the skies alight
Wi' concentrated fiery might
An' thund'ring blasts to crease the night
Ae Future's Hope aborning!
(( ooc: basically 80 percent of @clue 608, if anyone wants to follow up IC and get the rest! ))
"A Canticle for Cobalt"
Cobalt, born o' Lightning's wrath
set Koraj on his vengeful path
Against the Beast the depths yae hath,
betimes the tides of mourning.
Encaged the Beastly Deep was bound,
By sigils set 'pon holy ground,
as legions of the damned swarm'd round
unto the dawn of morning!
Against the need of future ages
weapons wrought by Will of mages
recorded in the tales of sages
buried with dire warning!
Pow'r to set the skies alight
Wi' concentrated fiery might
An' thund'ring blasts to crease the night
Ae Future's Hope aborning!
(( ooc: basically 80 percent of @clue 608, if anyone wants to follow up IC and get the rest! ))
Written By Raimon
May 31, 2021, 3:10 a.m.(7/26/1015 AR)
Cobalt, born of Lightning's wrath
set Koraj on his vengeful path
Against the Beast the depths yae hath,
betimes the tides of mourning.
Encaged the Beastly Deep was bound,
By sigils set 'pon holy ground,
as legions of the damned swarm'd round
unto the dawn of morning!
.
.
.
(And so Raimon's Song of Cobalt begins)
set Koraj on his vengeful path
Against the Beast the depths yae hath,
betimes the tides of mourning.
Encaged the Beastly Deep was bound,
By sigils set 'pon holy ground,
as legions of the damned swarm'd round
unto the dawn of morning!
.
.
.
(And so Raimon's Song of Cobalt begins)
Written By Raimon
May 31, 2021, 1:34 a.m.(7/26/1015 AR)
A Mirror -shows- what one -receives-
is -just- what one sent -out-
The Truthful see, reflected: Truth
A doubter will see doubt.
We -can- hold onto grievances
that -doesn't- mean we -should-
Each Dark Reflection of the past
can -be- dispelled for Good.
Forgiveness is an urgent need:
It -wipes- our Mirrors -clean-!
Each surface cleansed of blood and bile
Re-gains its ancient sheen
Thereafter we are freed to see
The Truth that dwells within:
One Luminous, Eternal Flame
'Neath crumpled husks of skin.
And all who've Seen will strive to share
this Knowledge they have gained!
If each, Forgiven, thence Forgives ...
-All- hearts become unchained!
is -just- what one sent -out-
The Truthful see, reflected: Truth
A doubter will see doubt.
We -can- hold onto grievances
that -doesn't- mean we -should-
Each Dark Reflection of the past
can -be- dispelled for Good.
Forgiveness is an urgent need:
It -wipes- our Mirrors -clean-!
Each surface cleansed of blood and bile
Re-gains its ancient sheen
Thereafter we are freed to see
The Truth that dwells within:
One Luminous, Eternal Flame
'Neath crumpled husks of skin.
And all who've Seen will strive to share
this Knowledge they have gained!
If each, Forgiven, thence Forgives ...
-All- hearts become unchained!
Written By Raimon
May 31, 2021, 1:29 a.m.(7/26/1015 AR)
An Endlessly Turning Hourglass
The Tide rolls in, The Tide slips out,
Immutable, its flowing
Eroding and depositing:
The Sea is ever growing!
A nibble here, a small lick there,
She’s conquering the lands!
An artist’s capability:
The water’s gentle hands.
Perseverate: this movement seems
to leave it all unchanged.
But time is on Her side, you’ll see, as
Sea for sand’s exchanged!
A million years she’s laboured thus,
With patience firm and sure
This moment’s opus incomplete;
Her efforts will endure.
Wide skies will witness, when we pass -
Our next life won’t now know.
We rest assured that even then
Deep currents still will flow
For in the end She -did- give birth
to twins: both Life -and- Death
The narrow now, her slender waist
and all else in her breadth.
As thin as air, the hand that turns
Those sussurating sands
Such timeless thoughts elude the Mind --
But Spirit Understands
The Tide rolls in, The Tide slips out,
Immutable, its flowing
Eroding and depositing:
The Sea is ever growing!
A nibble here, a small lick there,
She’s conquering the lands!
An artist’s capability:
The water’s gentle hands.
Perseverate: this movement seems
to leave it all unchanged.
But time is on Her side, you’ll see, as
Sea for sand’s exchanged!
A million years she’s laboured thus,
With patience firm and sure
This moment’s opus incomplete;
Her efforts will endure.
Wide skies will witness, when we pass -
Our next life won’t now know.
We rest assured that even then
Deep currents still will flow
For in the end She -did- give birth
to twins: both Life -and- Death
The narrow now, her slender waist
and all else in her breadth.
As thin as air, the hand that turns
Those sussurating sands
Such timeless thoughts elude the Mind --
But Spirit Understands
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