Lips of red, stained
Your beauty unsurpassed
Fangs white and pure
Won't you take me from here
Your embrace so sweet as it lifts me
Make me a part of your shadow
I wish to coalesce into the darkness of your world
Wrap me close around your presence
I wish to feel the pain, for that is mine deserved
Let me drink your vitae as you dine on mine
Rain your reign over me, I am yours
From kindred to kine
Sire me and I will be yours
Eternal
In your shadow
Contemplations of Plato
Of quantum waves and
Plank running rings of
Ever concentric circles from
Euclid to Euler
As Darwain converses in verses
With ancestors
Bleached white and pearled
Forever a memory.
A pattern in the entropy
As chaos carves its curved
Path through ether and tapestry
Of all that was and could ever be
To leave in its wake
Us
Forever changed, like
Raindrops fallen from grave above
To remain forever congressed
To digress, an intricate waltz
Of eternal change
We strive to derive
The quirks of quards
Strange and enchanted
In a world beyond our sight
Who's smallest of transgressions
Can shape the world i
The drizzle of precipitate from the skies above calmed his unruly hair. Where once it roamed his scalp, wild and entropic in nature, it now lay down as if to die. Water streamed down channels of brown and black, emerging in droplet form at the tip of clumped strands. The rain was only light, though the clouds overhead would suggest otherwise. It made the evening much darker than the normal summer ambience would have you think; sun and heat absent altogether. The lights on the campus were timer based, and would not be on for another couple of hours. The twilight ambience that ensued felt odd; a liminal space unfamiliar.
The walkways that open
Crests of cloud and wave akin
Brush nonce and ever so
Carefully caress one another
In the symphony of morning
As a light breeze whisps and whips
At tendrils of mist
That finger out to touch the
Dawning sun
Pearly white against the
Brooding clouds that coast atop
The dunes
And winters crisp hold takes
Its grip once more
Comforting
And carries me into the water
As far as eye can see lies
A shimmering blue horizon
Of azure pure, no sight of shore,
Should I ever lay my eyes on
More a placid scene in all my life
As white clouds sail fast
I think of you, my memory true
Of your beauty unsurpassed
An osprey circles high above
The mizzen, yet all the while
It sees blue, but I see you
Rapt in your loving smile
Out here upon the rolling plains
Free of earthly bounds
Stars above tell tales of love
To the symphony of ocean sounds
The salty breezes whisper warm
The ocean sun beats down,
To warm the skin, of earthen kin
And turns their bodies brown
I ride upon a bowsprit and watch
The rollin
Her shadow traverses the surface of the cold bricks like a silent wraith in the night. Silent; no trace of its passing. Senses keen on the zephyr of the night, wafting with it the scents of a population numbering in the hundreds of thousands. Chimneys skewer the blanket of dark, leaving punctures in the form of a thousand burning stars. Chimneys that lie dormant, and have done so for years, yet still carbon scores the rims leaving the sight sooty to behold. Halcyon before the storm, dark clouds mar the pristine horizon, looming with the spectacular power they hold within their bellies. The sweet scent of rain already pervades the air, mixing
Morning rays
Striking
Deep within shadowed realms
Cast light upon rent flesh
Broken, bleeding, beautiful, burning
Down facades and forfeited life
Of flaming feathers flying free
As life anew
Sliced skin, shredded, stripped, stained
Pigments leaving only inky
Black, blemished as some would see it to be,
Harsh for they know not
My rebirth
Through fibrous
Tissue torn in twain
Marking the path as a black trace
Of the driven blade, leaving only a
Striking symbol
Of alchemic nature
Transmutation
Old becomes new
Rearranged
As the circle begins to
Heal
Musings 01 - This Is Gallipoli by Ageotas, literature
Literature
Musings 01 - This Is Gallipoli
The was no reveille this morning.
No bugle.
No morning run.
Instead, I sit in this leaky boat, no bigger than to hold 18 men uncomfortably, towing behind the bigger ships of the incursion fleet. Blasted things are made of wood, no more than an oversized canoe. Seargent says this is it. This is our chance to prove ourselves as Aussies, as "contributional soldiers to this great war". But when I look at Sarge, I don't see it. He's just me mate, another bloke like any of us. And he's scared as chicken shit, just like us.
Damned water is choppy as the tea in a broads cup, the Poms back at division said this would get better as we got nearer th
Musings 02 - Glow In The East by Ageotas, literature
Literature
Musings 02 - Glow In The East
I wandered down into the valley again today. Not far, I never go as far as Jason would. He always went for walks in the morning, farther and farther. He would come back and tell us of the things he saw. He always did have a way with words, we could see the sights as vividly as if we were there oureselves. Sometimes, some of the others would go with Jason on his walks, but none would go by themselves. With Jason they felt safe. Everyone was afraid of the glow in the east, but none of us knew what it was. It was there every night, just like the night before it. It never got brighter, and it never got weaker. It was as constant as the sun rising
Musings 03 - Night Of The Bard by Ageotas, literature
Literature
Musings 03 - Night Of The Bard
Looking around the room, the patrons are like those at any other tavern. There are those at the bar, nursing their drinks with mournful looks, desperate to forget, just for one night. There are those in the corners, shrouded in shadow and the haze of their smoke, furtive looks from beneath their cowls betraying their intentions. Some patrons, as you would expect to find at any drinking institution, dance merrily to the music in their own heads, half drunk pints of ale swing in circles as they twirl and weave between amused onlookers. Others still, mingle in small groups, sharing stories and tall tales to make others laugh. The ladies of the e
Musings 04 - Twinkle Twinkle.. by Ageotas, literature
Literature
Musings 04 - Twinkle Twinkle..
Cold. Never ending stretches of dark, cold, empty. Oh, there are stars, yes, points of light millions upon millions of kilometers away. But in between, there is nothing but the empty coldness of space. A vacuum. A void. Alone. Already the tendrils of light begin to flicker in front of my eyes. Not because thats what they do, they don't. I know they dont. Its the atmosphere that makes them flicker, makes them twinkle...
...Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,
How I Wonder What You Are...
Of course, that's just an illusion, isn't it. There is no atmosphere above me, none that extends beyond the auro-plated stretch of glass in front of my eyes. And e
Musings 05 - She Is Beautiful by Ageotas, literature
Literature
Musings 05 - She Is Beautiful
She is beautiful, she really is. I see her here most evenings now, like routine. No, more like a recurring dream. Routine for me has always been tedious, but there is nothing I find tedious about this. It is the same every time. I sit at the bar, nursing my drink and scribble away in my notebook, scetching ideas, concepts, passages of text, whatever comes to mind. I take them home later on and use them for inspiration. The second round comes, and there she is, across the room at a small table seated for two. It is the same table, every time, and each time, it is set with a rose and a candle. She drinks red wine, a '99 vintage BIN 389, not the
Her shadow traverses the surface of the cold bricks like a silent wraith in the night. Silent; no trace of its passing. Senses keen on the zephyr of the night, wafting with it the scents of a population numbering in the hundreds of thousands. Chimneys skewer the blanket of dark, leaving punctures in the form of a thousand burning stars. Chimneys that lie dormant, and have done so for years, yet still carbon scores the rims leaving the sight sooty to behold. Halcyon before the storm, dark clouds mar the pristine horizon, looming with the spectacular power they hold within their bellies. The sweet scent of rain already pervades the air, mixing
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I think nothing screams can come of stagnation, and keeping the mind sharp is as important as anything else in life. I have finally worked up the effort to get back into serious reading; I managed to procure a copy of some of the old classics that I had been trying to find for a while now. Orwell's 1984 is one that I must have started reading more times than he started writing, and I can't believe I ever put it down. Next on the list is Fahrenheit 451 (and I only just realised how amazingly awesome the spelling of Fahrenheit actually is!), and as many other Bradbury's I can get my grubby little mits on. Also on the hunt for Z For Zachariah, w
Most definately the best manip I have done, yes. I plan on working on more advanced dodge/burn techniques, but first I need some good source material ^^
...and yet I managed to miss it. Work kept me away from them this time, but I know there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Plus they came to JB the other day, so all in all I'm on a level field.