The Beat Of Life
The drummer tattoos a rhythm and the players dance. The players dance to the beat of life. They dance to an invisible script. One that was encoded since first breath. The sky cries its tears. The tears of life and growth. Whether we rejoice...
What's me necklace?
Anyway, the symbol is called an [ogham](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ogham), a letter of the medieval irish alphabet.
Still
symbolically the richest of my poems!
Full Circle
Full Circle Strong cypress lies aside me Grown out of a field Mockingbird sings freely Never forced to yield. A river of molten rock Runs not far beyond The deer and the crane Visible from any stalk Yet under the pouring rain May yet breed a...
Who Can Tell
* * * Who can tell? * * * You could say it was the balmy summer night, or those three blue moons, when you leaned on my shoulder and, with a coy grin, whispered, 'You're such a catch you know, and you'll find the glove of your life soon...
QUICK SYSTEM EXPLANATION
So, hello everyone who just got a notification! And all the others who found this! I have lately decided to change the way of writing this story. Don't worry, you will get enough words (in the end around 60,000 excpected. Maybe more.) But I have...
Per Patientia Ch. 4
Town of Sierudd, Rroan  The lizard wore a dissenting frown. Still, she tried to...
Symbol of Sedire
The mouse squirmed as a familiar image branded itself into her fur, the symbol of sedire. the mouse looked down at it and then back to the cat succubus and smiled shyly.
Status Symbol
Indeed, even as she took it off, mortimer saw that the same symbol was colored on her chest fur, almost like a tattoo.
Sin
It was a pleasant day, the sun shining bright along the forest clearing. There were no sounds of the city: No honking cars, and frustrated shouts: Just chirping birds, singing their pleasant songs to all near. Neither was there any cement or concrete...
Contents of Epilogue
Mountains over mountains of seas galore, Oceans within lakes of trees and dust, In our putrescent flesh they bid a loser's sore Conclave evicted in the Sun's rust. But we... ...let the green light wash the seeping soil of filth As they...
Missing
Missing Here I lay in the earth Only one of 7 billion One in a hundred Millions die and millions live Soon to be trillion In this place of mirth And filled with dread What can I give? There is a distant ceiling In a room with no doors And...