Into the Heart of a Aspirising Soul

Welcome to my Oasis amidst the sea of Tumblr. Here I will introduce you to the many aspects of my mind's wanderings. Mostly poetry, but not the only thing I will post here. I will share with you the creative madness that happens to storm through my mind constantly. I hope you'll come with my on this trip! Background art is not mine, it belongs to Genzoman on Deviantart! http://www.deviantart.com/art/Zelda-Majoras-Mask-515101256

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The Memory

As the drell assassin remain laid out in the bed, quietly contemplating his thoughts. Nothing but a look of peace rested upon his features, something rather unusual. All things considered, he should not have found such ease during these times. There was no reason to, but since he'd come aboard the Normandy, his mind seemed slightly less chaotic. But here he lay, eyes loosely focused upon her who freed him from his blind path of redemption. Standing before him, as if the essence of freedom or perhaps compassion given shape? In truth, that thought held Thane's mind for a moment. How the pair first met,  the factors that brought them together...closer despite the fact he felt sure his end was sooner than later. With his eyes exploring the room's ceiling in brief, Thane's eyes traveled until they found the one who'd charmed his heart. 'Lucy...' the thought drifting along quietly in his mind, bringing forth the memory he'd come to cherish. The first day that she convinced him to leave his room, simply to cease his contemplating and preparation, he'd never realized that such a simple act could be so defining. His mind roiled over the thought and though no words passed through his lips, with him smiling as the perfect replay clouded his vision. 'Midday aboard the Normandy, I am asked to join the others whilst contemplating and preparing myself for the next mission ahead. I ask if it is an order and am reminded that it is my choice what I do with my time. This leads me to consider momentarily the request and while not sure what drives me, I decide to accept. I find myself in question over why I chose to join the crew on a whim, whilst we head down for a meal. When offered food, I accept and find myself looking to the Commander of this collective of individuals in some curiosity. It is here that my intrigue is piqued and this sensation of feelings begins. An unusual feeling, something old that returned, it stirred then as my eyes came to rest upon her. The Commander in her element, not on mission, not leading, but simply being. It was her, the reason I'd somehow agreed to come here, it was not her words that swayed me. But what was promised: purpose that I'd come to find I was believing in. Even though now this was not why I was looking upon her, I find that reason in fact to be something alluring. A strength unseen since my last love, something that was sacred to me and yet lost. As if the age could not have matched what I've found with her now. 'Lucy' the name once more rang out in my mind and I found a smile coming to my face. As I looked upon her, it brought a movement to my heart that I had not found moved in so long. It was like a movement, a motion that I find myself in need of seeking, and a fire was lit from within. I wanted to know again, wanted to know much about her that was not necessary. Only that which I'd found once before, in the bond...the only bond to bring me joy and love. I quietly interacted with the other crew, but it was where my mind lingered that I found my heart beating once more with purpose.' It was her and finally the word was not merely uttered once more in mind, but vocally, for the as of now, former Drell Assassin spoke it with a smile. “...Lucy.” Lucy Shepard, who brought intrigue back into his life. -- A gift story (Secret Santa) to someone who’s rad, herein I have the context, as I let the story explain itself.

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Brandished

The taking of a place, a whisper Bounding through the land, a sigh Lost in thought, a murmur Gathering some hint, a creep Tumbling downhill, a drip Grabbing a stone, a drop Pillaging a honeycomb, a danger Gathering the thought, a brainstorm So many bits in part of a mind and focus, Brandished. --- If anything it was a twist of light, and the moment in this part stands tall. What do they mean? That is for interpretation to decide! I find myself more and more dazed as I consider the standing of how many there are. We begin! And for this here? Enjoy the read of a stranger one of my poems! Strange but with meaning.

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Is that all?

Is that all?

To think a simple clue stands Causing the bitter green to rise Is this all here is to you? Nothing but a simple mind, blatantly lost With so much potential left to useless thought Hopeless aim to one but simple gain A creature of your kind of pathetic A miserable hope Callous and boastful Wanting all but one thing The same thing that means nothing to ye Just a lost aim, for the one thing The intent and the surge The swell of the wave of need, going to utter bite and hell Helpless, hopeless, callous, bounded, pitiful Pathetic as the muffled whispers of your small brain The pea minded simple that wavers in one point One place is what becomes of thee, a sad cause long lost Leaving one to nothing but a sad, sideline seat to the show Mindless living worth found in a cretin Controlled by his lust, by a need for more, an endless gathering

The question remains the same for the disturbing wretch who shows off a house of cards

Is that all?

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A poem that surges with my senses and feelings towards disgusting shallows, not just people, but those who might descend into the territory of oily, shells, or slimy amoebas that pretend to be people. It is a real deep one, boy it captures the strongest essence from within, I am happy to share it! This one was pretty awesome, please enjoy!                    

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Channel of Trade

Of light, of manner of bright, and of brash Nothing comes light in this circle of being Taking it in, What comes forth is the lesson of the mind. A brilliance of heart that shines in luster If anything the waterway has been engaged What stands as a whisper is no longer the mark A measure of trade over roiling seas Even across that of rippling fields of argument Nothing that is limited by words or doing A snaking pipe that has become a soul Only a notice of the brief One may find themselves in a channel of Trade.

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I find myself going through a slow motion recovery of chance within my writing but still the profound comes. I enjoy when I get the feeling and simply must help it find an outlet more. It must like this very thought it something taken in stride, without a specific outlet. Please enjoy!                    

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Grace on the Cloud lands

Do you remember that dance we had? The traipsing across the horizon slowly? A silent waltz with an orchestra that brought the stars forth

From the midday we danced to the light of dusk Slowly we became but a mystery upon the edge of a daze Not you in all your amazing sense, the horizon is the ocean

A skyland shore where the dreams do stand There is nothing that this dance cannot do At least to my heart, my soul, there is nothing sweeter to our dance

How like it to surpass all in one movement, a simple showing of grace on the cloud lands.

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Inspired by a friend of mine and a silly, but lovely dream of dancing in the clouds! It comes to life, takes breath, finds details, let it be something that has come forward in a delight. Please enjoy this trek through a small but wonderful dance and daze of mental wonder!                    

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To complete thee

A light in the dark, a soul underneath Whatever had it been but something to bequeath Upon thee a loss of light in part Forms like one that never found home Malice without an aim to be Righteousness without a direction Whether to be found with this part What can it be but a message long lost Without a final moment or a thing to find If something that remains in view, A goal that is to be grasped by a bound heaven Such is the bound severed heavenly grasp A thing that is found, perhaps it may foul.

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A small poem, in block form that gives way to a small writer's block that I'd had for a bit of time. But it has come to a bit of an end with this piece here! Please enjoy!                    

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To fail the escape of the foul swamp

In the company of a troll so foul With stagnant water sitting abound.

When pooled and gathered with purpose soon falls over shy, as blue gold turns green.

There brown bodies of rich soil fall gray Where life comes to end itself.

Bask in pools of false progress and full of empty promise Where misery suffers and shall soon lay dead.

Destroyed by the empty shell dubbed apathy A signified loss of light, with fog as foul of breath which rises and falls.

Along lackluster breeze, if ever a place to fall came about, this was it A lost and hollow bastion held amid bogs and swampy nightmares.

Curled about by viscous waters of lurid pond scum Coiled by tendrils of failure to move.

Never has there been a place so fitting for failure, left only to sink unto oblivion. ---- Finding venture in a dark place, all one can see is something that is lost, in a quiet echo. There’s nothing that can work, if anything its always a pale loss. But at this low point, I’ve found some solace in this move, it is right here. The very thing that makes me feel fantastic, for nothing tastes as great as a bitter pill if it can be shared right with the world.

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Beta

The second Follow up after thy predacessor A catch up act forever in play Eyes that scan slower with caution There is always reasoning in mind, to bargain or plea with coming force Not forgiveness in mind, but understanding of a decline For there is sorrow, but in mind, with many things lacking Including focus, oh the force Don't fret as this is but two Naught but a second of danger, without renew. ---- The second to follow in this grouping, how many to come? Even I do not know! But the best part is when one can follow and give more credence to the first! Please do enjoy the read, as much as I had writing it! For it is before all eyes!                    

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Modern Day Knight

With honest day's work that is fit and neat, comes for a diligent and courteous sort Armor worn upon the brow, like a sallet shone As if an iron brow of steeled wit and focus Battered only by daily grit, but it does not yieldFormal, kind, and with a heart to show One to give, guarded by a potent durable chestplate, Defensive qualities in yield, quickly being tested From all directions, verbal daggers and acts of the fiendish Searching for chinks, but none have yet foundShield in hand and blade out first Striking down idiocy and foolishness With daily deeds all done in a day's work, only more became force From home to a free day, from sarcasm to humor shared A golden firmness that stands tallBut normal, naught but human All more in heart and strong in stature Simply a firm standing, with eyes on adventure Creative wit prepared to plot new roads, into the wild open If only ever through an urban jungle, through cyberspace thicketOne can know a modern knight, a sturdy and stalwart soul. --- Inspired by a friend of mine who soldiers through so very much, sometimes when life gives you a tough time, there is nothing left but a code, a stoicism that belongs to another time, and a heart that sits, will to do anything even before the likes of a violent open world tough on those shoulders. Know the will of a modern knight and enjoy!                    

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Significance

Signify my word Within reach of my heartstrings Buried in the dust.

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What word comes with a small poem? Come and see a 5-7-5 poem, one that came with words, an action. Or in short, its a poem's line, let's follow! Please enjoy!                    

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A stellar level for my newest team member, Welcome Nephenee! :D

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A half decent level from a princess of light!

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Friendship and Freedom

Freedom. In songs without borders, a friendship that expands and draws many within its form, only to be bound by its own song. Expansions from within find small circles and shall be unbound by their limitations. This is the magic of a place, a collective, a home that is a home for all.

--- A small poem whose origin was based on a simple set of words, that struck me. Those in the title are indeed the culprit, this imagine came to me, a collective of words and a very straight-forward outcome...or is it? Enjoy! Thinking of it, I noticed it may also just be a prose-like poem, not too shabby!                    

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Like the state of being of a small show

If anything shall come, what shall it prove? Things beyond the ever sacred light in its shape Hallow or sacred, insignificant or loss With there are only some things to go in its life What could it be if anything that shall happen Then simply let it be Like a whisper and a treat Just let it come to stand What will it do within a state of change?

Shall thee ever to know when it was something lost? Questions ever to mount and be without answers Like a song, a whisper, a haunting melody It shall respond deeply by whispering at a point Answers unspoken that will be sold

A greater need to know a truth, that shall be met with so little If only a gentle song, a grasping at straws that gets naught an answer Simply a state, like being of a small show. --- Nothing but a wild, stream-of-consciousness poem, it has little bearing on thought, because I wasn't able to pinpoint a thought. It went on though, here we have the outcome of it. A single, large poem that I desired to share, I hope you like it!If anything comes to mind for you? Please share!

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The Makings that sparkle over a Romantic Fool

Sonata

In something that whispers like a forgotten song.

Optimistic

That single view that sees the light ahead of the darkness, though it is all encompassing.

Newfound

As if a ship searching the seas in the dark, to find something and move to it, there as if land to be embraced where one is grateful.

Ascertain

That one must that shall be met, sought out with an assured focus that will bring the balance needed in sight.

Radical

Like a wild glow from the neon nights, as if a psychedelic notion seeking meaning, eventually finding its own way to share the nova. --- There takes a certain something to find more than a simple muse but in its way, to pay tribute. That is the way that certain folks can make a person feel...elated, like a bright star, only to find that shine is not only a reflection of that light shared, but a refracting beam from what lays within. This naturally being a poem from yours truly? Is a confusing one to describe, but remains a flattering piece of work, to this part? one of my sheer favorites that have been written by me yet! Here it is in its form and glory, please enjoy it!                    

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Starlight Ripples

Like a cast of tune, within the rhythm of waves A stake set upon the beautiful nocturne that is a sky Songs like dreams have found their imagery in a place How never to touch fingertips with that wisp of a daze Leaving one's mind vivid, lucid, and yet with a lazy, hazy halo stream

Always in touch and yet so far from the island grasp Where one may dream, may sleep, may swim and drink deeply Surrounding waters like a pillow of desire, with that lure ever present An unsated thirst that is most welcome and yet so far, so few, so like a fellowship Unchained promises that come with the urge, a need that runs deep within the mind With no direction to guide its ever present pillar at the top

Dead Volcanic ridges stand high on the most daring point of the view From above a divide begins to form, as the small raving trembles come from below How like it is for one to seek knowledge in even the darkest trench? There upon the finite view, without a moment to stand be so true Is where Unique and the mirror become the measure for the swaying lines

Whereas massive, Starlight Ripples, blow one's mind. -- Written again, by gosh...finding a muse is a fortune one can ill afford, I suppose it has come and risen! While my heart bounds with joy at writing more, this twilight dream has come abroad. Some come and mentally feast upon the vision, by one that helped spark that ignition. A marvel stands and perhaps this is, whether glorious or lacking glamor, I am proud of this piece as it stands! Please R & R! Enjoy!

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Broken mind amid the smoke

There it stands like a relic Amid a modern stone age of change Nothing there to give it faith If only to show state and blame Nothing shall grant it peace This only is a last reprieve One like rise before the fall As a roller coaster's dip is sure to call Find what must be the peak Then hold its grip against your cheek Find only what can come to pass Because finding the pace is neverending Can one grasp the way it fires If only to note how very dire it is A final note to all who choke

Broken minds amid the smoke find not peace or slumber within Break the mod and show true nature a grin. --- Man work sucks when it gets in the way of poetry! Curse the Xmas season when working retail, ha! It is not a fun experience, it drains one of energy and I know I'm not alone! Either way a long overdo poem, stay tuned for more. I have a backlog to fill! R&R, please enjoy!