Margarette Reading in the Afternoon and Poems

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Acta Non Verba

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The Creation of Vesfalya

INTRODUCTION: THE PERIOD OF SILENCE

There was only Nothing, and Nothing roamed within the planes of eternity and filled it with the void. Inside of the void, Evening was created, Evening sought to create what made eternity peaceful: Silence. So Evening pleaded with Nothing and created Silence which filled the planes of eternity into its first period. The Period entered a new phase when Evening and Silence found the trait of Love, born out of Silence's submissiveness and Evening's Kindness, that was then that the first three emotions were born within the originators. Evening and Silence understood the value of creation, and hid their love from Nothing. So Silence shut Nothing out of the planes of Eternity and the both of them ran away to new planes of existences. Silence and Evening created their sons and daughters, The Luxis. The Luxis were small pieces of Silence and Evening's love spread into a multitude around their plane of existence, they were a small, bright and luminous white Infernos that spread everywhere. Soon, the Luxis eventually combined their energy when they were too close together, attracting other Luxis to form---Two Siblings were created and Silence and Evening were happy. They named their first children: Djinn and Oerba.

Djinn was unhappy to see Nothing shut out from the planes of their existence, so he became the Bringer of Balance and combined the Void and Eternity into one single Eternity known as the Universe. Oerba was unhappy to see the emptiness of Djinn's Eternity and tasked herself to be the Bringer of Revolution. She used the power of the Luxis to combine and create different worlds and galaxies of different sizes and creatures. She used the Luxis as the bringers of Magicka and taught creatures how to use them to control their surroundings. She gave the first beings their own emotions from Evening and Silence: Love, Kindness and Submissiveness. Djinn, however, disliked that Oerba's creations only bring about the emotions of the Originators, so he balanced the emotions of the first beings, creating Hatred, Pride, and Dominance. The emotions in turn, due to being contradictory created more emotions that brought about wars and conflicts into creation: Anxiety, Greed, Lust, Sloth and many more. But Oerba, rather than furious, was inspired to create a way of how these creatures can control themselves and their new found abilities. So under the guidance of their Mother and Father, she surrounded the whole of Eternity with only one rule: “Serve no one but yourselves, I give the power of light and darkness upon your hands, I bring about the only power to rule even the Originators: Choice.” And so, the whole of Eternity gained Free Will.

Suddenly, because of the free choices that the first beings made without considering how it affects the Universe the whole balance of Eternity shook and Djinn sought out to either remove Choice or destroy all of creation to balance the Universe. Oerba was having none of it, they warred against one another until Oerba was able to trick Djinn into thinking that Nothing sought his help, when Djinn was trying to get to Nothing, Oerba struck him down with the power of Eternity and Djinn was laid waste. Oerba felt the only emotion to give the Universe as a sign of mourning for her own Brother: Sadness. Oerba was convinced that choice can never be fulfilled if the Originators including her were still existing, so Oerba shut herself out of the Universe, banishing herself into a state of pause, unable to move because Time has become unknowable for her in that dimension. Silence and Evening felt the gift of Sadness from Oerba and vowed to never interfere with her creation until the day she returns.

Out of Djinn's body came the existence of three Dominant planets: Odinos, Sylphia and Vesfalya. Odinos was born out of the Strength of Djinn whom contained what were known as the “Almighty gods” that were the source of Djinn's power. The Sylphia were born out of Djinn's Spirit, they are creatures whom are the source of balance of the natural phenomena of the Universe like storms, weathers formation of solar systems, galaxies etc. and kept watch if anything threatens to break the natural cycle. Vesfalya, however, was born out of Djinn's Mind, Vesfalya was the source of creatures capable of mastering their Natural Elements and Oerba's magicka. All of these creations are in subject of Free Will and no planet was able to communicate with one another because only Silence and Evening knew the existence of these planets, Nothing remains only a part of the Universe, seeking its return and opportunity to fill Eternity once more with the Void.

Vesfalya was inhabited by a diverse amount of creatures, due to the planet's enormous size and various biomes. The First beings separated themselves all around the globe, evolving and progressing into creatures that used the Elements and practiced magicka. The ancestors and worshippers of Nothing lived into the dark and rocky mountains far West of Vesfalya, they practiced the Dark Arts, the weapon of Djinn that was used against Oerba and eventually created a kingdom known as the Oscuro dedicated to the worship of Nothing as the source of ultimate being and the inevitable nullness of the void. In the NorthEast were the ancestors of Oerba created by the Luxis, the kingdom of Luxilium whom practiced the Divine Arts and protected by the giant Seraphs whom kept watch over the divine balance of Vesfalya, their magicka was able to inflict the World with Divine Intervention and Judgement and was ruled by the most powerful of the divines: the Deusa. To the Middle Northern planes of Vesfalya  were the original humans whom rejected the falsity of magic and created and studied instead the gift of the mind, technology that's never before seen or heard of within the branches of the Elements. Ivadia is the namesake of this land, whom was ruled by a King. To the South East lived the kingdom of the Elves and the Arkanas that practiced the Arcane Arts, benders of reality and space and time, the Kingdom Valeria is their namesake and the Harumvenn (“Sky-holder”) as the leader of the Arkanas and the Elves who have their own kingdom and share the land with them. Then to the South were the grotesque and horrid creatures born out of the anger of the Blood cult known as the Cruors, the kingdom of Errezire bears the name of the Bludsumma (“Blood Supreme”) and rules the land with her cruel but fair Magicka.

Upon this land, Vesfalya faces the threat of a reincarnation of an Originator. The Solstice faces an end possible of its time once more, the kingdoms stand trial of their deeds, and ready their powers for the next sunrise.

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The World of Vesfalya

CHAPTER 1: In These Dark Times.... “...Grant us Oerba's mercy, O light bringer , may you grant us the peace of Ljosalfar's feathers.” Deusa Hemera sat down, the white robe and the light yellow stripes made her divine image stood out amongst the three rulers of the Vesfalyan court table. “My friends” she said with a gentle voice like that of a whisper of a gentle breeze, “It has been ten decades since our ancestors sat where we are sitting right now, when peace was finally made at the hands of Fate, we must now declare our power towards peace once more” The whole dimensional field was only filled with a gentle breeze that shot across the giant windows of the tower, the court table was not large enough for 10 people, and was specifically close enough to build the trust between rulers exempting petty politics from their heads.

“Peace was made out of fear, Hemera, and don't you forget that” King Arcturus Canis Neoteristis asserted, seated next to Bludsumma Ozella Vue at the left side of the table, wearing his usual dark cloak laced with glowing red stripes, and the strong sense of authority he gave with his half-bodied bronze armor, he contemplated on the situation, looking at Deusa Hemera with suspicious intent.

“It was your giant beasts in the sky that made the peace, coercion and magic won the day” He said crossing legs under the table. “Don't forget” Said Ozella Vue, “that the light bringers of your kingdom embraced the Dark Arts' autonomy in certain lands of Vesfalya, I'll never trust the darkness they will bring upon!” As she said those last words she stood up with her eyes lighting fiery scarlet blood looking at Hemera with a threatening gaze, her dark leather outfit was not for a Queen, rather the Dark leather combined with the scarlet insignia on her coat signified a warrior ready to take the life of an enemy she can think of. “Aghh! Why are we here!?” Complained Arcturus “My kingdom has been specializing on a formula to combat the Giants in the northern regions, I must act now!” He punched the table asserting his position in the court, not letting Ozella taking the threats to herself to scare off the Divine goddess. “Ahhhh Is that what you're planning? How about I take my Ropens to your airships and help you crash into the giants? Problem solved!” Sarcastically remarked Ozella, the two focusing on one another as if waiting for a reason to sack each other's kingdoms.

Deusa Hemera's eyes were closed and her soul in a blissful but worrisome state, her eyes finally opened and turned her face to the ruler sitting on the right side of the table, wearing a hooded robe colored in white and striped in blue color. She looked at him with reassurance, he nodded and removed his hood, showing his face to the two fighters with a calm but serious disposition, the two rulers sat back into their chairs again their faces turning the other way. “Let the meeting continue” Montag Fenrirus Valeria IV said and nodded at Hemera.

“Very good. This meeting is about the creatures that have been unstable in the past centuries.”

Arcturus raised his hand slightly signaling to speak, “We have already taken care of these rodents, the kingdoms balancing them through hard labor!”

“Yes, however the circumstances have changed---the angels have told me that they're missing.” “Pardon?” Reacted Ozella “I have not noticed any missing creatures in my realm”

“That is because you have full control over them, the missing creatures are mostly from Montag's region where free will still reigns them” “However,” said Arcturus “I have been noticing the lack of dragon attacks in my region, that is why we're focusing on the giants now.” “Yes, yes.” Raised Ozella “My magic can't detect the life force of which I cannot perceive, However, is this meeting really necessary for such an act? The missing Orcs, Trolls and whatever your tongue names them are local matters, not Vesfalyan ones.” “Hey!” Arcturus raised his voice turning to Montag “Arkana user, anything to add?”

“This meeting is to decide if this should be a local matter or a Vesfalyan one. If this were done correctly, we would need to check each other's kingdoms without violating any sacred border rules.” Montag asserted.

“Hmph. Then I propose this to be a local matter, no magicka user's going to survey my land over missing dragons.” “I agree,” Ozella nodded “There is no reason to search mine, I am not letting Arkana poison the fruits of my kingdom.”

Then, with a thundering sound came a loud cry of beasts from outside, a cannon struck the Tower shields, everyone stood up surprised. “Who found us!?” Arcturus raised his sword and went outside the tower immediately.

“Impossible...” said Hemera “They couldn't have...” Another shot of firebolt hit the shields of the tower as everyone hastily teleported outside.

“Yes...” mumbled Ozella as she looked upon the multitudes of Orcs and Trolls outside the Tower on the blank green fields, miles from where they are. She raised her hand up in the sky, in the glimmer of hope destruction was at her waking.

“I have to go back to my kingdom” Said Arcturus, a foresight vision was activated within his magicka consciousness, showing an army approaching the walls of Ivadia. He looked at the magicka users and fled off the dimension.

The three rulers looked at themselves, and started walking the fields towards the approaching army. A large fire boulder was headed their way as Hemera raised her hand and instantly the boulder burned bright and into dust while in the air. She summoned a staff from the light of the sun and suddenly flew towards the approaching army, she held her hands together and prayed. The Sun shone bright on that day, and on that moment it shone even brighter as its burning light was killing off the Orcs turning them into gray ash. The signal already started and a million Orcs and Trolls charged towards the three rulers.

Whle Hemera was burning the other half of the army, Ozella with a quick haste made towards a small hill, overlooking the approaching army, like a bunch of black thick ants with weapons and a scream that can match a thousand dragons roaring at once. Her eyes burned bright with excitement and anger as she put her palms on the ground and an insignia made of her blood suddenly drew itself on the soft soil. Her mouth mumbling a language too fast to comprehend as the other half of the Orcs' eyes suddenly turned bright red, burning their minds from the inside before they're fully controlled. When Ozella laughed at the moment, the Orcs laughed as well. Her mind was inside a thousand Orcs and screamed as Ozella screamed in passionate excitement as her controlled Orcs suddenly attack the others or slice their own throats with their thick axes.

Montag, with his hands behind his back was standing on another small hill observing the whole event.

“Montag!” Ozella screamed at him “Attack you worthless coward!” She screamed and laughed while attacking and infecting more Orcs as Hemera was burning the other thousands of Trolls from the West.

Montag was able to speak within their minds “This is a distraction..”

“What!?” Asked Ozella “Your kingdoms, return to them. Now” “We could not just leave them here Montag” Hemera spoke

“Then enough” Montag walked towards in the middle of the approaching horde. He raised his palm towards the direction of the horde, a blue pentagram drawn on his palm as he uttered “Cenvantiases, mol alcie vesitatutm est” When the words were uttered, every Orc or troll that got near him aged quickly to the point that they turn to nothing but old flesh and bones rotting on the ground. He levitated going to the middle of the army with the rest of the horde turning to ashes and blood filling the ground.

Montag raised his hands and a blue light shined on his eyes, a giant blue pentagram filled the whole area, hands come out of the earth and take the Orcs one by one, all of them disappearing into the ground till their weapons lay on the barren soil.

In an instant, the hands returned down the soil and the three rulers went back to the Tower entrance.

“A vision haunts me” uttered Montag “Go back to your kingdoms and save them quickly” All of them looked at the disappeared army, contemplating what happened, figuring out the cause of the event, Montag answered it for them: “The Dead shall rise, and the Void fills the Universe. Angelus Mortis approaches”

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Down and Out in Cavite and Manila

O life! Oh Lord it has given me, Oh my sweet! My trees do not grow, In this small afternoon. The hot breeze does blow. In charity, it cheers in sweet agony. In Manila, the jeepneys stop for thee. The horns, oh Lord, reach my ears to my toe, Is it the bad driver? No, it is my woe Does the sweet sound of bitter, oh Lord, I see? I come out of the engine’s den, seeing the pristine palaces above my ego. The smell of sweaty suits succinct voices high and grand, More to my taste, do I miss my chicken’s hen. With brown soil and blue sky, beats the province land. The city of men, the kingdom below.

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These Happier days

I. Montag Fenrirus Valerius IV

The trees in the forests gleamed with a sunlight of hope, shining between and through the green leaves, that was when I realized it was already Afternoon. I stood up from the soft grass, and finished my small meal and headed towards the fields of Vvardenfael. As I walked in the plains covered by the wonderful, vast sky up above me and the thriving fields traveled by carriages and Elven families playing in the sun along with the fairies that fly in the fields of flowers all over me, my mind went to war and the carnage that brought upon these peaceful days. I had to realize that these wonderful, vast things, these smiles and the harmony we achieve through understanding nature, is the result of my actions and my tasks, the result of my labor that keeps me going, I must go to war and think of the happier days later.

I look at the palm of my hand, the dark blue tattoo pentagram given to me when I became the Harumvenn of Valeria, it started to glow because I know what it wants me to do now, I look straight out into the plains and past the sky that covers Vvardenfael, is my kingdom standing tall like a monument to be remembered or a mountain unhindered by the changing of generations. I close my eyes once more and dreamed of a better place “Volfelos Valeria celpialis” I whispered, and when I opened my eyes I was there again: My throne in its grandest form atop the stairs, I made my way to the courtroom at the far left side atop the the Valerian grand towers, all of the rooms in the area of Valeria uses magic---even the geography of the place can only be navigated if you know how the Arkana works, so I know that they've already sensed my presence: The Valerian court is to be called.

“Masters, Inquisitors, Holders of the 10 provinces, it was Valerius the first who once called upon this court to settle the matter of the Orcs. When my ancestors gathered here they did not dream of happier days, they did not dream of wonderful times walking in the fields of Vvardenfael with their families, they lived in the moment---and that moment they drove our enemies out of our region and we named it with our blood and labor! In these dark times, I call upon the court once more to not dream of happier days, but to live in a moment of our ancestors and drive the evil the taints our land. Today, we face the darkness that Sylzik Bordenheim, the first Arkana who gave us our power, predicted in his vision before he died, the return of Nothing---the reincarnation of Oerba and the emergence of the Void.”

The whole room whispered within that moment, the faces of every foundtion of my kingdom had its own choices to make---had its own families and secret affairs running within their heads. But joining the council, you'd have to make the sacrifice of not thinking about any of those, joining the council means that your whole life is dedicated not to yourself but for every being that walks in this regional plane, treat everyone as if they were your own family and give no conditions. Everyone was murmuring at the court, the windows were open to feel the open breeze and I was standing in the very seat of power---all the tables arranged in a large room where each table signified a rank within the government.

“What is the status of our shields?” The representative of the 10 Holders stood up. “The shields are ready to take action, but we must not let any threat cross our fields!” The representative of the Masters guild stood and responded looking at me as I stay silent. “If we attack them before they get to Vvardenfael it's either they attack the Elves or we cross the border of war which goes against our jurisdiction” The Inquisitor master replied. Everyone was murmuring in the large room, the distress I felt for everyone is understood, this matter must be settled now.

I raised my hand and everyone stopped murmuring in the court and listened.

“Everyone. A condition has already been made at the Crux of Treaties, this matter isn't just a local one, Vesfalya may indeed be the target of Angelus Mortis.” “He is a fool if he thinks he can outwit every power within Vesfalya!” The Master representative said In a prideful tone.

“That is a matter that cannot be underestimated”

“Then what do you propose, Harumvenn?” An Inquisitor asked.

“War. Outside the fields of Vvardenfael, the jurisdiction we have is secured and out of place”

The room went into the murmuring phase once more, Valeria has not seen into war ever since we have regulated and balanced Valeria of the First Beings that went mad in the Great event. Ever since then, we've kept ourselves busy controlling the planet, preventing any measure of power trying to outbalance the other. But in these Dark times, the call to war is necessary for that balance, there must be war before peace once more.

“I understand that this responsibility has not been within our grasps for 10 years, and I had hoped that the peace would've stayed longer, but that peace has been compromised. The last curse of the gods has been realized and continuing to haunt us once more, and soon more troubles will come—that is inevitable. But for us to continue on building the foundations of society we must take action now, I have let all of you get used to your current status, now I bring upon a drastic change to get you off of your seats and take the lives of those who would take ours!”

I stood up from my throne and went to down the stairs, removing my robes, showing my armor made of dark leather and infused with Arkana shields, glowing dark blue stripes everywhere and a sword in hand. “My Father taught me how to use the sword when everyone was using the staff, my Mother taught me how to become a man when everyone was taught how to use Arkana, and my beloved taught me how to love when everyone only ever knew how to play politics.” Everyone stood as I stood, and looked where I was. The hooded person at the entrance of the court room staring at me calmly by, waiting for my presence once more. “But today, I come here not as a Harumvenn, not as high ruler of Valeria, but as a fellow brother! Forget your ranks, forget all that you've learned in your classes, because while everyone in this world is taught how to live by what they're given and die for they've achieved, I will teach all of you how to fight---fight as our ancestors have! We must return once more to our basic needs, prepare for war!”

I heard the murmuring stop and only felt the applause and the fists up in the air screaming for war once more, we have forgotten the status that society gave us, we have forgotten the happier days and prepare ourselves to move on. I ordered the council to evacuate the whole kingdom to another dimensional plane where they could never be touched upon by anyone just in case the war doesn't turn to our side. The person with the hooded cloak was still watching me from the sides, I made my way to the side as the person went over to the other room. I kissed her and closed the door, behind us and removed her hood. “I was going to surprise you” Elaina stood in front of me as I held her by her hips. I chuckled “Your Father will know”

“I bet he already does, if not now, someday he will”.

“You have to go back to him Elaina, the whole world is preparing for war, the least you could do for your Father is to fight with him.” I told her with a conviction that reflected the only love I can show for her. “I know, I just wanted you safe.”  She said hugging me with concern “My airship is at your port, so don't worry, I'll leave soon” I kissed her again and went out the balcony looking at the sight of my kingdom, readying itself for the war.

II.

The horde of the Nekros entered the fray, the black skin infused with the force of Dark magicka were climbing the mountain trying to reach the provinces of the Sylven (Elven) kingdom. The Sylven issued to protect their kingdom and move towards the dimensional evacuation portal back to Vesfalya. I was standing by the cliff overlooking Angelus's Nekros climbing up. I look at the palm of my hand, and my mind was made up---we attack. I raised my hand as the forces of the earth shook and and out come the Gyrdos, the guardians of the forests, gigantic deer-like horns come out of the mountains making the Nekros fall to their demise. We all stood at the cliff and ran towards the fall, I jumped out and with a energy out of my hands I landed with an explosion that turned the Nekros surrounding the area to stone. “Hul Valle del Terra don Vadra!” I screamed the motto of my ancestors: The Earth shall rise upon the darkness! My cry of war along with the Gyrdos coming out of the mountains destroying the gigantic monsters made of corpses finally gave the cue for my army to fall down the clouds, the Masters levitated down and twisted the corpses to dust, the Inquisitors unleashed the full might of nature as they pummeled the earth with fire reigning down upon the Nekros. “Harumvenn!” Screamed an official, “The plague is nearing us!” I levitated back to the cliff and saw the dark ominous cloud swallowing the desert dunes outside the valleys. “I will deal with it. Raise the flag for the Inquisitors to shield the troops, launch the torpors.” The Official nodded as he flew down the mountain, the torpors, large beasts made of pure Arkana came out of the ground and shielded the area preventing the Nekros to move further. The Gyrdos punched the ground as earthquakes raised the land catapulting the Nekros further backwards.

I closed my eyes, and opened them again, teleported near the Plague, The dark cloud loomed before me as I raised my hand “Ceveri del Karre Mol diente” A glow of light infused reality, and just like that, I broke the fragments of what makes up reality, like glass---transparent glass and transported the plague to the mirror world. All that was left was the Nekros, and I had had enough. My eyes glowed blue, facing the horde trying to reach towards me, when they were an inch closer I stared at their dead faces and in a sudden thought their bodies turned to sand. Millions of Nekros covered the desert with their bodies, evaporating to soft sand covering the desert.

I hear the cries of my people as the Gyrdos return to reunite with the mountains, these were not the happier days, I believed, because it wasn't over. I looked at the palm of my hand and remembered Elaina, these weren't the happier days, not yet.

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Aquino, high-spirited, greeting the “energized” crowd Performed by a children’s choir Whenever he was angry with someone. ----Drawing laughter from his audience ‘The Filipino is worth fighting for’ ‘We have to fight for Jejomar Binay’ To run, Mr. Aquino at stake for people to gamble to continue holding the corrupt  economy, social gamble to the majority. “Why must we allow ourselves to be attracted to ‘maybe’  we’re certain the Filipino people, has no interest other than country before self” ----”We will continue the straight path” Mr. Aquino said,  alluding apparently his political color, Aquino family’s yellow nature.

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Freedom, Icarus and Essence

A man must be a slave before he is free, Like planting a tiny seed, and waiting for it to become a tree.

A bird learns how to fall before it can fly, a man learns defeat, then glory, before it can die. Icarus flew up high with his reasons low, but saw the horizon, no other man can ever know. To see what is ahead one must first look in the past, If not, a man wears a blindfold running, his illusions vast. Is my essence full or empty? It relies the meaning in my life, condemned to be free.

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Men are equal, right Jefferson?

Men are equal, says Jefferson. While his plantations are worked by a squadron of black persons, while Yahoo-ing Sally Hemmings with six whoresons, Men are equal? Asked Jefferson.

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In desperation to create Terse Verses

What do you call a masked man in a van? Stranger danger. What do call a slave in groups? Labor Unions. What do you call a horse on a coffin? A hearse. What do you call teachers dying at a beach? Beach-a-teach What do you call Chewbacca’s radio? Wookie Talkie What do you call the greatest character in Star Wars? Mr. Spock

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Acta non Verba

Act Correctly To Ascend! No words Overpower action Nor applied passion. Vilify the pretty words---- Elegance is made for jesters. Rally in the streets Behind the villain’s greetings, Acta non Verba

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Throw away your books, rally in the streets.

Tread through our violent marches! High above hills, we march on March’s end, Roaring, we raise our banners high, solid men marching. Over the sea, we cast a tsunami. Wind-breaking the happy sun’s rest. Away from comfort, we despise! Wave our hearts that speak more than for ourselves, Away from the happiness that blinded us, Yell the lives of corruption and burn them with Justice! Your families will live in turmoil Or join the cause that define our hearts instead! Us, who revel in the wine of our passions, Revel also in the alcohol of our Revolution! Beware the whores of the country, Ousting the courage of true heroes. Order the cast of these ignorants and push them aside! Kill the sinners, Save the Saints! Render the empty pages asunder, All together we raise the fists that burn our enemies, Love the moment of change, my brothers! Level the field with heavy feet burning the streets Yonder, we tear the system of our Ignorant countrymen! I will scream now, for the poverty and the perverted actions of Men in our times “Nevermore!” The Tantalizing towers tantamount to tear our trophies of rebellion! Hark! The End times will come, Evermore. Save the shouts for the deserving, Tie the handcuffs to the true criminals, Ready the arms and voices up high! Even in this day, the rising sun we shall fight! Eternally, we live in history as worthy. Take your swords, my brothers and sisters---- Slice the victims in the streets, for the Revolution!

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A Jazzplayer

I am the dull notes of love’s sickly piano, ---No, not like Bill Evans, I am the Jazzplayer. I sing the voice of sirens lonely in the night, I make the coffee that you drink, Black as the soul of Art Blakey’s music, Who’s finger dab the buttons to make Saxes and trombones flow, It is I that follow the rain’s melody, bestowed only by melodious songs only Ray Charles can sing. I am the cafe under the gloomy streets of Paris on a heavy November. This is one music that works more than a siren’s song, works more than a singing get-along. I pick up an instrument and fast it goes on a black day’s night, and slow on the Sun’s falling moon.

I, the Jazzplayer is the emotion’s debater.

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The School of Affections

Passion is the driver of a writer to fight, Passion is the action of might to fight for what’s right. Passion is the mistress that holds men in chains, Passion, she seduces in her grip and enters his veins. Ambition is a dream looking for a future, Ambition is a skill in a heart full of torture. Ambition drives the wisest man to act, Ambition is the road of fighters that ordinary men lack. Nostalgia is the grey film of our memory, Nostalgia is a love letter of honesty. Nostalgia is a smile that leaves our cheek, or maybe---- Nostalgia is a tear that our eyes may sadfully leak.

Happiness is a curse that drives men like the richest wine, Happiness is a moment felt only a minute, then craved all of time. Happiness is what submits men into pigs, Happiness is what makes us go to wild bars and disgusting gigs. Sadness is a tree in a sullen grey sky, Sadness is when our eyes rest from the bright sun, Sadness is a slumber on a ruined bed. Sadness is resting your head from a memory that’s not dead.

Joy is the sister of Happiness but she does not lie, Joy admits that it is not permanent---with a smile before one has to die. Joy gives what she can, like a kid with a toy. Joy gives a heart by hope, O sweet loving, caring Joy. Solace is a feeling of a river where you reflect, Solace is a period of wisdom, where ignorance you deflect. Solace is a quiet world in a forest of kind trees, Solace is mercy from a noise that puts men’s hearts to ease.

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Outsider

An Outsider is an animal that went out of his forest, he is a climber of cliffs, while people hide in their shrubs. An outside is a fallen leaf from an old tree, But he glides down the spirit of adventure. An outsider is Icarus flying high and crashed hard in the ocean, but saw more than an Insider could be too scared to do

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Clarence and Aya

I am Clarence and I am a thinker I wonder what I am as an outsider, I hear the forests in the sun-filled winter. I see the woman of my memories, I want nothing but her care and her fantasies, I am Clarence and I am a thinker. I pretend that men do not see me, I feel lonely, but your dreams and your gleam frees me. I touch a moment’s peace, I cry when you leave me in one piece. I am Clarence and I am a thinker. I understand why you had to leave, I still see a future with my hands handling yours, I dream that our dream of us seeing another may soon come true. I try to cry another tear, leading me smiling towards a day pointing your finger, I am Clarence and I am a thinker.

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What use?

What use is a doctor without sick patient? What purpose are engineers if houses are not wanted? What use is a thief without wallets and pockets? What use is a murderer without motivation? What use is a book without its page? What use is a horse without its saddle? What use is a song without its lyrics? What use is a painting without its artist? What is language without words? What is poetry without its flaws? What use is a hammer without a nail? What use is a building without a structure? What use is a structure without form? What is form without a plane of existence? What is the plane without the person? What use is good without evil? What use evil without good? What use is peace without war? What use is war without peace? What sense is life without struggle? What are you if you did not have your troubles? What sense is happiness that is found without sadness? What use is anger without tranquility? What use is justice without crime? What use is politics without power? What use is revolution without injustice and corruption? What use is freedom without slavery? What is humanity without choice? What use is choice without suppression? What use is freedom if no master handles you first? What is a person without humanity? What is generosity without greed? What use is greed without its object of desire? What is the object without essence? What use is the essence without its meaning? What use is its meaning without its presence? What use is a question without an answer? What use is the mind without questions to feed and foster?