"You wouldn't know me if you met me in a crowd"

Yes well probably because its a crowd and thus its most likely to be made up of people you dont know.

How has life been dearest?

Its been it is its not going to slide past me

No words then?

None Im afraid

Too long since we last Talked

Greetings friends
The moon is high in the sky as I write this but my soul is low within me.
Those of you who have been with me from the beginnig will know mine, for the past little while, has not been an easy path.
TOrmented in the den of the murderous harpy-witches, who too ironically proved to be my teachers of the fairest sort, I escaped very much scathed but still quite determined to regain my self.
alas I found that having sold what little I had and replaced it with excretement-that is the only word-and having then retched up that even, I was left with less than nothing. Not even energy.So I spent the Summer resting, doing only so much as to avoid acusations of sloth.
When my time at the institute began I was refreshed, enthusiastic and somewhat healed. All was beautiful, everything glimmered. From the people I met to the Town I fell in love with to even the very lectures themselves , all was wonderful but alas I am a dramatist by nature. Where I go Jaunes and Puck harken , sowing mischief in my wake.
I met a fair maiden " full beaut' a fairy child" and fairer still man and had the most unfortunate luck to fall inlove with both. Not a romantic love understand, though what I felt for this fair maiden -let us call her Sawela- did give me cause for concern, no this more was the kind mortals feel for gods.
For a little while I could not live without these two, every waking moment not spent with them was wasted. be it study or leisure my world was shiny simply because they were there.
Snide comments and offences against my honour were left ignored by me,but to breathe an hour in their presence. It excites amd worries me that anyone let alone two persons should have an effect over me.
Perhaps that is the nature of the poet:

To worship and laud and praise
Though thine own back be bruis'd and raised
with welts, a little whipping boy
thankful for the pain

More Sir add salt anything at all to distract
from the flaws of my own existance
More good Dam, more My Good Man heed my insistance

To elavate to desecrate to go through ritual and rite
to sacrifice to comprimise to trust whole-heartedly
and love
To give up to cast disbeleif on the copral to wait
dissapointed for a superbeing to save

To abandon to turn away disraught to focus on said pain
To kick rubble, toss dirt ,scratch earth then rebuild again

Distrustful of gold or God put thine trust in humans

*****
Needless to say things have changed now, a foray with the darker arts as some misguided fools may call them, put an end to all that. Add to that dissapointment in the form of many elders I looked up to.

I am a duller being no not that hurt dusty
not blind, unseeing
now I learn what I have learnt a chain link

Rusting ever ready to break
tempered forescore and yore ago by hate
Mans selfish delusions oft are to the exclusion
of the soul
We do not do compassion knock elsewhere freind

We trained you well to serve the moment now
the moments at an end and instructed in the way to go
turn right or left you lose yourself
but what more now have I to replenish what more to sell?

I would like to say I've fallen from grace but I have to look up to see hell

Aerté

house of Cards

I am in a very bad place right now. Mentally speaking.
It aint the worst ive been in but really, it was all going so well.

Ma and Pa decided to call it quits, I miss a few days a college Im out of it, Made a regal ass of myself in front of someone I really need listening to me, folly folly and mmore.
But why am I chastised so harshly for mistakes anyone could make? is it cause I go out of my way forever to acommodate people that they feel that means taking up residence upon my personal space and usuing me as a doormat?

I dont know what to do and yes I know I havent a clue but no ones perfect eh?

cycles and cycles, what have i done what am i doing why who and where?

I could talk with someone, but I currently have high disregard for psychiatrists.

I isolate do I ?

No paitence for folk of any sort right now but despise being alone. with my thoughts.

Its scary

Even I will learn sometime, i will

blessings

...so was?

jkli jklij shi i hate this again it happens
I love you he he madden me so i cant talk
unmade in my rage I hate no love no nothing

Did the gods make us for this
Trickster living drunken revalry
Irish style debauchery (soz)
Are we not sentinent beings?

Dwarf und human Warum Lebens Sie so?
Maskana ma elves yangu sé munoy'ta
zhaka d'i?

I unlearn how to speak. Taught
'stead how to eat my eignes worten
Poetry not orgies I've writ and no
one in the Lords damn world is down
with it. I cant see, me naive?

Look sorry to everyone ,that being everyone who'll never read this, about the things I've said
sorry to mom and Dad for not always listening you were right, eventually you were right.
No apologies to liars and theives and so called predators, In Meiner Meinung wúrden Sie gestorben , besser wird die Welt.
and thanks you to Apocalyptica for fixing me up. again.
And Steve Dillion you rock too.

Never Ever EVER Again!

Apologies Friends for the somewhat drunken nature of my post last night
I meant to write 'Kvetha Fricaya' for the title not -whatever I wrote-
Must've hit the ole faelnirv just a bit too hard.
Which sucks because now I'll have to brew some more :(

Love You NYHM



~~~~Atra Esterni ono thelduin~~~~~~~~

Etyar Fricai

As I was about to retire for the night just as my mind was circling the outer-realms of The Dreaming, I was awoken but a sudden and inextingushble desire to blog.

THETHOUGHT TH€AT WOKE ME: AS I was dreaming of all my beloved and the ones whom they in turn, or more precisly, they instead love, this thought ocurred to me; The worlds not half as promiscuous as it reckons itself to be, and people on a whole are kinder,stronger,smarter and more courageous beings than they know

Fair Aires he came into my sleep inducing seducive imagery
Aghast was I to behold him so, until he said "hey just let it go"
To hell with inhibition! Let the heart roam free
"Thou would have me at your will,"quoth I to him
And Faery Aires did laugh. A Strong hearty chuckle, full beaut' an' full malice

Aires Fair Aeré did laugh and he took me 'pon a magickal dance in a place where Lovestruck humans do chance the fates
Swearing ,aswooning so, to never part
Pledging(so foolishly) their feeble hearts.
"Aeries oh Aeris I long for thee so, Aeries oh Aeries, you should know, Aeries my love for thine would not grow old ne'er be cold, never fall faint"
And fair Aires, Faery Aires ,Fair Aeré did laugh




Romance Eh? Naught but rust on ones sword If you ask me.