After an aeon, finally! Another quote!

"Million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten."

I dont know who came up with that one, but its brilliant! Take that pessimists!

Fleeting Thoughts of Summer

Sounds of friends filled the summer noon,
Boisterous laughter, floods of teasing, every one a loon!
Once 't'was said no man's an island. Certainly, true
Everyone must have their own motley crew.

Turning from the fun, I turn to the sun and sky,
But t'was not one, but two that greeted my eye!
Dark clouds stormed forth, clashing with baby blue,
Rumbling, heralding rain, on swift Hermes' wings they flew.

Yet, the darkening gray, the fading blue, both were untainted,
Melding with the rest of the pallet, subtle hues they painted.
The mind's eye, tinted with shades of imagination,
Create a painting of all-embracing fascination.

Awe gave way to joy as I felt the first drop of rain,
I join my friends, enjoying the fleeting moments without refrain,
Twirling, dancing, the mood in the air was precious, rare!
Truly, its for moments like this, that this life we dare.

In reflection, if such moments can move men's hearts,
And we can appreciate the beauty of nature's greater art,
Why can't we see the beauty in other people? For it is bountiful,
If and when, only then will our world be truly beautiful.

The Wizard's Keep Pt. 1

The night was dark. The air hung with sodden weight.
Ominous, the sky darkened. Storm clouds brewed o’er head
The wind reared anew, a slashing disheartening edge,
Running amok in the crags, scented with pine and wolf.

The looming spires quicken hearts in every chest,
Nestled amongst the clouds, where eagles eyries nest.
‘Midst these forbidding peaks, rising stark and steep,
Old Mydraxxis lurks, lurks in the Wizard’s Keep.

Ages long past, from these dark gates he boldly strode,
Unchallenged, omnipotent! Across all lands he rode.
No King, neither Captain nor Mage could pretend,
To possess the power to make Mydraxxis, onto his knees, bend.

Dram Styrden, the undefeated ‘Sword of The East’,
‘Twas by the Wizard’s hands that his saga ceased.
The Wolves of Cyrrem, one legion, a hundred battles, not one fatality,
Mydraxxis, staff in hand, taught them mortality.

The fair Sorceress Evelin, feared scion of the Faerie Tower,
Even her magicks quailed before the Wizard’s power.
Aeons and Empires, both lived and died as he deigned,
From atop the Wizard’s Keep, Mydraxxis reigned.

Day saw him engaged, consumed, in the Art’s toils.
Night, saw him partake in his vast spoils,
In his Wizard’s Keep, rising stark and steep,
Heralding a new day, laviscious glee! As gentle souls weep’d.

Time passed, the weight of ages his strength drained,
The Wizard’s Keep, the Black Tower! It’s name waned.
So compelled by time, into the obscure backwaters of history,
Mydraxxis retreated into his keep, cloaked in folds of mystery.

Merciless, the world left him in the past,
Along with the Wizard’s Keep, and all its sorry cast.
But in his chamber, Mydraxxis sat, waited staff in hand,
Wreathed in magick, praying, waiting for his last stand.

Seasons of Love

Spring

Washed clean the world sparkles.
The birds dance and sing,
As I tuck a flower behind your ear.

Summer

Energetic, the sun bears down on all,
Quick! Come sit by me in the shade!
Lest our ice-cream melts!

Fall

Colours fade, heralding winter.
The days die younger,
While there is time, come let us frolic in the sun.

Winter

Winter thieves rob the world’s warmth.
The old year fades away, leaving with grace,
Snuggle up to me as we wait for the new one.

Rip Van Winkle Move Over!!

Hello world! Good Lord! Its been a long time since I once again visit these portals! Almost a year! Wow, that is a long ass time, especially on the net! But I vsit them anew, transformed. I am not the boy that was, but am ... someone who is one the path to becoming the man he will be. Old timers would read this sort of stuff and say, "Hah! Been there done that!", but for me the wonder of it all is searingly new, and the eventual realization of self will mould my future.

But then again, I cannot say that 'I' have a future. The 'I' that I was, is now part of a 'We'. Yes Ladies and Gents, I have found The one. The one person who would complete me, who would balance me, who would help me metamorphose into 'My' self; and I have found her. She made me realise actually how sad I was... Well lets not get into that. The bottom line is that she makes me happy, happier than I`ve ever been before. She doesn't need to conciously try to distract me, just a glance is enough! She`s beautiful, intelligent, witty, funny, whacky, nutty, kind, caring, loving, idealistic, fascinating(I can use a lot more adjectives here! Way too many to describe her!)ang out; everything! Its so crazy! Whatever I can concieve of doing, I want her to be there to experience it as well, and also to simply be there.

I love her. The Daughter of The Night, my pretty little lady...