0. Guitar (Prologue) My father loved his guitars. Maybe more than he loved me ‘n mom, I never was too clear on that, though I always presumed it warn’t the case. Certainly, more than he loved most people. Not that it ever bothered me much, I felt like I could always understand his reasoning for […]
I wish more than anything to remain that little boy, that little boy who as ever remains so lost in his own imagination that he can be happy anywhere with nobody and nothing save God by his side and the ideas God gifts through the conduit of his mind. — Deofalcifer Adonis, High Lord Lucifer Arclaud, Seventh Book […]
For Reference Purposes Only Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good […]
3. At least you didn’t get married Most everyone is raveled up in their own self-justifications and excuses for their actions, cocooning themselves in a fabricated sense of self-righteousness. For many, even the concept of friendship serves as nothing more than a blanket label for those who fit the role as affirming their sense of […]
There are some things you can never tell your friends. For everything else, there’s Facebook.
2. I met her in a dream Some people are nice while cold as ice; Loving and kind with hearts darker than night; Others have words exuding warmth; But all a facade of fading charms — Some suffer, alone and withdrawn; Others laugh and celebrate ’til dawn; Some twisted, conspire with friends; But all alone […]
1. Master and man I hate people, not because they are evil, but because each of them, they reflect a fragment of the truth about myself. — Hadrian Zephyr, Lord Magnus Arclaud, Seventh Book of Sorrow, “Unyielding Pain” The Master and his disciple approached a plain, weather-worn dojo atop Mottomo Utsukushi Yama. The Master wore […]
Memories… Like gently falling raindrops and shafts of golden sun. Memories… Like the color of gray, the sparkle of white snow, the cold of marble and hardwood beneath my feet, the warmth of fire by my hands. Memories… Like the vibrations in the guitar as I strum away, My only friend to this day, The […]