Don’t Stop, Keep Moving

The push and pull of forces, big and small,
Keep leading my feet through all these days.
Tomorrow remains unclear when I’m in a daze.
I’ll remember your words. “Go where your feet fall.”

Many fears wait behind life’s curtain.
A play unfolding. We are calling for rain
To wash away all of what we entertain.

Walk forward. Someday the lights will fade to dark
Leaving us to wander. I’ll remain here with your mark.

Your words stir within when the defenses
Come tumbling down. Selfishly I cling
Because I was not prepared for life.

I’m walking here amid an unending darkness with much pain.
But I wouldn’t be walking if it wasn’t for your words like rain.

They fall so gently. A beautiful serenity
Resounding from your heart, Soon we depart
Yet the words keep us bound. Where do I start
With admitting that you ARE my eternity?

These words filling my head, light sweet liquor filling your glass;
We dance along to the music of life. Don’t let the chance pass.
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The Sleeping Singularity

Falling among the stars you drift
Aimlessly. Tear apart matter
And swallow everything nearby.
The cold endless plane of space
Hides more inside you. I race
To create and you let it all die.
But what if I was the true liar?
See the paradigm and let it shift.

Fire spreads across my neurons
With the fury of a hundred Suns.

Sealing the demons in a box. Oh sweet
Pandora, we have lost much on our way
In a celestial journey. Listening to feet
But I’m unable to hear the words you say.

Infinite density. The things we know made
Lies under a different perspective. A grenade
Of sense and rationality tossed among
The works of great scholars. Long
Ago we woke up on this verdant dream
Where we drink from the stream
Of endless knowledge. The darkness we seek
To extinguish with a candle. Are we what you seek?
sa;bdry

The Serenade of Falling Leaves

Cool air in my lungs again.
A numbness over the stain
On a heart soaking in the rain,
Lacking any way to explain.
 
Look beneath the dying leaves and check
My breathing. Will I leave or stay here?
The tragedies of this world create fear
But they don’t define the end. “Wait a sec.”
 
Wet decaying plant matter stinks the same
Like when I was younger. We got caught
By an invisible hand dousing the weak flame.
Turn the page with what we were taught.
 
Burn brightest in the darkest of circumstances.
Stand. There will be many questions and stances.

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The light within will illuminate the way. . .

A Desertside Tragedy

The desiccation of our race
Comes at our hands. Scripture
Written in blood. Left in terror
Everyone drowns in silence.

We were dancing along to the currency
Love affair unaware of this life. The day
Came for the curtains to draw at last.
When it did a grand tragedy played out.

Walking hand in hand? The reality known
Had nothing but lies woven into a crown.

I seek a resolution to this dissolution,
The technicality in turning back time.
Nothing can reverse a bullet in flight
But you knew that. What’s the crime
For holding on? It’s your one true right.
Hold onto the beautiful things in your day
That will always and forever light your way.
Listen not to the words others might say.
If they walk away find some shade to lay.

A true tragedy takes willing participants
Who let emotion win. I know we have wants
And our hearts burn but open your eyes.
The world is changing under blue skies.

If you sink you’ll drown. Take my hand,
We need to get away! They chase
Us down even if across foreign land.
In time these tragedies might erase.

Our choices they differ but we’re family.
Humanity is a family so hurting is silly.

sa;bdry
MAJI ~ People who care just because it’s the right thing to do.

The Wound of Time

One, two, three; the Universe moves forward
Across what is perceived as eternity. Where
Does one find their place in this race? I swear
I’m nowhere at all and sinking into what I feared.

“Look up.” Two words keeping me afloat
In this ocean of space and time. It may be cold
Within me but I’ll always offer this old coat.

Those words somehow warm me up still.
Perhaps every heart has cracks to fill.

A wound there since forever. Someday it heals
Leaving you somewhere new. Somewhere
Where happiness is. A beach covered in shells
And a gentle tide washing the bright shore.

Where do I belong? Tell me the choice is mine
But understand this. . .I don’t want to be alone.

Sit with me in the wound of time. Get lost
Until you never question why. With a sigh
Let go of the game of chance and don’t lie
To your heart. From now on forget the cost.
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Embedded Chains, Thorns of Remembrance

Can I just see the truth? A question haunting
Me like a specter. Oh, the banshees will sing
The refrain of my hallowed breathing. They
remember what I don’t and it is in what I say.

But the specter still drifts endlessly. A heartfelt melody
Unheard. If it can then just let it fade away, my remedy.

Screams echo through this rundown chapel
Carrying the force of emotions. Devotion
Was common here until the day the bell rang no more.
It was on the day of a wedding. The lovers who swore
Their lives together but it felt like treason.
A beautiful flower until you reach the last petal.

What came on that day? The truth entombed.
Eyeless groomsmen and handless bridesmaids;
We danced to the times for we were damned.

Ill touched wineglasses resting in sight.
Magically entranced by shining moonlight
We took but a sip of Death’s love on that night.
One by one we join the curtain call as our last right.

Who am I? A shifting illusion in the Sun’s rays,
An unsung bell on a thin rope, that never strays.

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Of These Passing Stars; Part V

Among tendrils of light I drift endlessly. They touch my flesh with warmth. The warmth sears through darkness encasing my entire body. A coldness dissipates. Each tendril bursts into a flurry of light blinding me. I hear a voice telling me. Get up. You have much left to do.

I sit up coughing like when someone wakes from a fevered sleep. I rub my eyes clear and stare at a spinning ceiling fan. My side aches so I press my hands against it only to find clean bandages. I attempt moving but my body doesn’t have enough energy. These shallow breaths of mine echo throughout the bedroom. Suddenly someone knocks on the door.

“General Niteblade are you awake yet?” asks a man with a soft tone.

“Yeah. What happened?”

“Well,” the man opens up the door and places a gun to my throat, “We want to know that too. Do you remember anything?”

“Just when we took out our target. We were cleansing the remnants left behind. I gave a prayer to the target so the souls could separate. The soldiers gathered up the corpses based on our prior orders.”

“Your only job was to eradicate the sinful town. The alchemists had the Endarkened under control. I must ask,” he readies a charge into the barrel, “did you let your soldiers know the orders given to you by the High General?”

“Never. They have no reason to know how evil our organization is. Where the fuck are my men?” I yell so loud that my chest starts heaving.

“Among the light above. Your regiment came into Dragacia through the Forbidden Path. The guards were attacked by your men because something chased them through the Forbidden Path. I reached the battle in time to see two Endarkened fighting until the death. Five of your men tried to stop you but you didn’t recognize them. The rest I have no clue. A burst of light swallowed up everything and everyone there except you.” the man tosses his gun on the ground.

My side starts burning with more pain. The stranger takes a pair of scissors out of a cabinet, cuts off my bandages, uses a eyedropper full of water on the area, and dresses the area with new bandages. He writes something down in a book then flips back a page. I start breathing easier after he did that. I stutter a few words and slap the guy.

“You knew the man who taught me medicine. His notes speak extensively about the mark on your chest.” The young man pushes back his glasses. “We owe him a lot. The thing on your left side is a new mark. A mark of light. Your body is caught in a war between the two forces. From what I can tell your dark mark progressed completely turning you into an Endarkened.” He laughs a little then a glare shows from the corner of his glasses. “You still fought against another Endarkened though. After the explosion of light you gained your mark of light. Honestly there is no need for me to monitor your vitals any longer but the High General made you my foremost responsibility.”

“Ah he gave me a babysitter. Wait you said I’m fine? I can’t even move!”

“Oh that is my doing. You see,” he gives me a smile, “I’m a doctor with little battle experience. If you went out of control I’d be a helpless victim. I hypothesize that there are triggers for the marks and wish to prove it. By drugging you with downers and narcotics the variances should be dulled down enough that only strong triggers can create noticeable results. You are my test subject.”

“Bring on the first test then. The sooner we finish this the sooner we can help others. I don’t trust you but I can’t really be picky.”

He picks up the gun and twirls it in his hand. While whistling the doctor shoots a bullet into my right shoulder. I scream out loud but strain to keep my eyes on the sadistic doctor. He smiles at me. My body shivers from the blood loss. The doctor closes the door after he wheels in a table of surgical tools. I stare at him alarmingly.

“Don’t worry I’m a doctor. . .”

“But it was you who shot me!”

A Holy War? A Domino Falls

Waiting for the tide to come in. . .
Beneath every heart awaits sin
Like poison pooling deep within.
Pour me a glass of gin.
 
Tear my soul apart,
Numb the Devil inside.
Is this where you reside?
And so soon we depart.
 
What came of the Earth?
We fought our bloody war
By damned and divine words.
It drowned our filthy waste.
How does it taste?
 
Elements created and evolution;
The split arrow lodged in your throat.
Can we ever reach a resolution?
 
Don’t speak. You’re weak
And your blood streams out.
I can’t understand as you rot
Away what it is that we seek.
 
The wasteland we force into existence
Has no home for us. Where is the resistance?
 
Blast my life from the water
And hold me accountable.
Blood on my hands,
Blood in my mouth,
Blood on the ground.
Cleanse me of this cursed river.
 
All I did was listen. Am I a beast
Trained to listen to those above me?
The blood changed me. I’m not the same.
This is a damn horror not a feast.
 
Numbed hearts fighting for the top.
The death march of thousands
But we must fear their actions.
When do we lose our way?
What more can I even say?
We follow our gut reactions
Then it is out of our own hands.
We will never ever reach the top.
 
A war we all made as a consequence
Yet these dead men give no evidence.

The Fate of the Four Time Reciprocals

First of all I’d like to explain what this is. I wanted to create a universe for my writing. Originally I tried something new but it lost the human essence, the ability and will to survive. So I thought about parallel universes with a significant variable that allows magic (alchemy).

The variables end up getting the names Maji and Ooze which try to maintain balance between many parallel universes. One universe ends up siphoning the Maji and Ooze from another. Universe A lost its alchemical capability to Universe B making Universe B highly alchemical. I picked Universe B for my writing because the imbalance it causes could be catastrophic.

History wise it is hard to assume the absolute effect. I believe the understanding of this type of alchemy would require vast scientific knowledge. People will attempt to understand the phenomena with many beliefs. Most religion we know still ends up being made. The difference is Maji and Ooze give birth to our collective dreams and fears making new realities.

By the time we see the Holy Roman Empire rise there are millions of myths in existence. They begin a Mythicide in an attempt to protect their empire. The popes back then were mostly terrible and when they learn what alchemy could do they betrayed Christianity. Alchemy allowed them to advance their empire.

They reach the Americas way before our history did. Passing themselves off as gods the Senate made the Americas into their holy land. Rough understanding of the alchemy made them mix bones from the Mythicide with human blood in a fountain creating the Fountain of Youth.

Ultimately humanity revolts against the Senate. They win by shear luck then rebuild a better society. A World Government (WG) ends up being made to protect the interests of everyone. 2450 is the year the WG arises. Four people get appointed the leaders of the world who all have access to a Mist Well (a pool of Maji and Ooze with mysterious alchemical powers.) The Mist Wells exist in towers called Time Reciprocals (TRs).


– These stations are made after a war nearly obliterated humanity. Great alchemists rule over each one. The Reciprocals operate more like territories. Lady Xycea rules the Southern Reciprocal, Lord Gahl rules the Eastern Reciprocal, Lord Lethean rules the Western Reciprocal, and Lady Elizabeth rules the Northern Reciprocal. They all claim allegiance to the World Government. –

  • 2583 – The Northern Time Reciprocal (NTR) started conducting scientific experiments previously outlawed by the World Government.
  • 2585 – The Southern Time Reciprocal (STR) took action when the WG refused to investigate. A sleeper cell was left in the NTR to find any evidence for the STR to use.
  • Fall of 2586 – The NTR discovered the sleeper cell and publicly executed the members showing the world that the NTR doesn’t fear the WG.
  • Summer of 2586 – Heavy tariffs on the NTR was all the WG could do. The STR rioted and Xycea prepared her army.
  • Fall of 2586 – Gahl of the ETR met with Xycea to discuss better options. A war would only lead to an imbalance in power. Xycea agreed that they needed to do something else. Gahl proposed that they should infiltrate the high ranks of the NTR’s army and see if they can access the data. Data would help them not fall behind in a new technological era.
  • 2593 – A man of ETR’s special ops made it to the position of General. He discovered the wealth of data known as the Army of Light. The NTR prepared an army of genetically humans that can only think with a hive mind. Xycea and Gahl refused to do the same.
  • 2600 – The NTR assaulted the WTR with their Army of Light. Lethean banished the creatures to a subterranean prison by using his alchemy. He told the NTR they’d need to try harder. The WTR never retaliated further.
  • 2608 – Xycea started research into less scientific things. She believed the Mist would cater those who ascend into it. The NTR called the ascension the Army of Darkness. Science versus faith.
  • 2613 – Notes about a new experiment conducted in the NTR found its way to the WG. They asked the ETR, STR, and WTR to eradicate anyone involved with the experiment. The NTR surrendered the scientists behind Project Phoenixheart.
  • 2677 – Citizens start rioting over the apparent immortality of the Four Alchemists. Elizabeth hides away at the NTR Mist Well. Xycea admits that the Mist Well tampers with her body more like a curse than a blessing. Gahl admits the truth too. Lethean gives an announcement that he doesn’t know anything except that he hasn’t aged for more than a century.
  • 2701 – A scientist named Saker discovers ancient texts about the mists. He begins studying it. There are extremely long mathematical formulas for the creation of a Mist Well. He creates one under a temple in the ancient city of Jerusalem. The Time Reciprocals couldn’t detect it because of seals placed in the temple long ago.
  • 2768 – A few dozen people start having dreams about the temple. They form a secret society searching for what they saw. Three find their way to Saker who has been in a coma for months while in the Mist Well. They save Saker who unconsciously explains the Mists over the next week. He wakes up and resumes his duties as the temple’s caretaker.
  • 2828 – The three and Saker gain a sort of immortality from the Mist Well. A nearby city bearing the ancient city’s name finds itself with an abundance of crops and rain. Saker begins experiments with the Mists but accidentally attracts the attention of Xycea. The STR sends a special ops group to destroy Saker’s Mist Well and burn the notes. Withdrawal should kill the four who drank from the well. Saker actually saves them with a reservoir he made in case the well is found.
  • 2875 – The NTR keeps watch after they heard of the STR involvement in Jerusalem. Elizabeth offers safe haven if they’d help her. Saker agrees for the three other but refuses to go with. They thank Saker for the data he gave them about the Mists then leave to never return.
  • 2903 – Every user of alchemy saw a prophecy of a child who is a Mist Well. Newborns are tested for the trace elements of the Mists. Saker calls the elements Maji and Ooze. He separates the two elements creating their pure forms. They all keep researching into the concepts.
  • 2927 – Saker creates both a Maji Well and an Ooze Well. Elizabeth visits and offers a few scientists to aid Saker but he refuses. The WG holds a summit regarding the future. Every reciprocal has an equal amount of the Army of Light and the Army of Darkness creating a powder keg situation. Xycea and Elizabeth admit that the armies have gone rogue.
  • 2935 – The WG begins systematically eliminating the two armies. After what takes three decades they’ll achieve relative peace.
  • 2967 – A forty year summit is held again. They discuss what the remaining members of the armies are doing. The NTR says the genetic experiments haven’t been found in any city. The STR says the ascended are making villages in mountainous regions between the Reciprocals. At the end the WG decides if the armies aren’t in conflict nothing further can be done although the NTR needs to fix their mess.
  • 2997 – A decade before the next summit the NTR reclaims all of the Army of Light. The STR recreates the Army of Darkness and convert the Mist Well into a world tree. Saker’s students find themselves with a choice of staying with the NTR or withdrawal. They try to leave but Elizabeth lock them in the Mist Well until they are all in comas. Saker is blackmailed into helping the NTR revive Project Phoenixheart.
  • 3007 – The summit marks the start of an economic war. The NTR and STR argue which makes the WTR and ETR abandon them completely. Gahl receives a letter from Saker asking him to check the Elemental Wells if an impossible eclipse occurs.
  • 3025 – Project Phoenixheart creates the Larthans, sentient beings made from alchemy. Saker tries to kill them by drowning them in the ocean and thinks he did. Elizabeth exiles him and turns his students into gems of raw Mist energy that can be used like a nuke. She blows up New Jerusalem to display her strength.
  • 3045 – An impossible eclipse occurs over the ruins of New Jerusalem. Gahl and Saker head there to find the Elemental Wells creating something. The cries of a newborn echo through the ruins. Gahl takes the child to a wealthy family in ETR to be raised away from the violence.
  • 3047 – The summit is called off due to violence between the NTR and the STR. An Army of Light regiment attacks ETR making the situation for the child Desnei worse. The aristocratic family leaves Desnei in the care of their maid and abandon ETR for WTR. They die before reaching the other Reciprocal. Their maid and Desnei survive the assault with the help of the Army of Darkness, Saker, and Gahl.
  • 3055 – STR captures Saker and forces him into doing the Mist Trials. They create four Black Demons by erasing the souls of children. Saker traps one in the facility and the other three said they only answer to the Mistwalkers.
  • 3060 – The Time Reciprocals declare the Mist Wars which disbands the WG. No raid on a TR occurs for a while. Saker begins teaching Desnei about the Mists who can use alchemy as easily as anything.
  • 3063 – Desnei falls in love with the NTR Diplomat visiting the ETR. They stay together for three years in the NTR then the Army of Light starts searching for members of the Army of Darkness. In an attempt to flea Desnei sacrifices himself. And on that day the Mistwalkers (Larthans) warn the world that they need to stop killing each other.
  • 3067 – Desnei awakes at the Elemental Wells where Saker awaits him. Unsure of everything they decide to seek out the Black Demon in the Labyrinth. He warns them that Elizabeth and Xycea are close to becoming Heralds of the Fade. They make a deal to stop fighting if the Black Demons are sealed away within four years.
  • 3071 – After they finish their end Xycea had Saker executed atop Al’Aqsa. Elizabeth searches for Desnei but never finds him. Desnei assumes a new identity and begins work under the NTR’s military.
  • 3079 – The regiment Desnei is in gets sent to reclaim Saker’s labs in the deserts. When they destroy the Elemental Wells there was a surge that made Desnei lose control. He made a fire nova spreading across the whole desert creating a massive glass rose. Elizabeth decides he must die so she has a massive missile created.
  • 3082 – A test of the Mist Seeker self-destructs laying waste to NTR. Elizabeth uses the Mist Well to save everyone. She turns into a lich ruling an undead city underneath a Mist barrier. Her undead citizens see an illusion that makes everyone look alive and unaging.
  • 3089 – The Mistwalkers tell Desnei about the Hellgates created by Heralds of the Fade. If all thirteen open the Fade Guardians will seize the Earth. Desnei fails all of them except the last.
  • 3094 – Radiation from the Mist Seeker radically changes the environment. Gahl used alchemy to raise the ETR into the air on a spire of rock before the ocean could swallow his city. STR ends up where Antarctica used to be and the Mist Well freezes with Xycea in it. She turns into a lich too and converts her citizens into her slaves. She waits for Elizabeth to break free from the Mist bubble because all she cares about is their eternal grudge.
  • 3100 – Gahl seals Desnei in a vault when Desnei requests it. The Mistwalkers say the choice is wise but something must be done about humanity. They reeducate humanity for generations upon generations.
  • 5020 – The Larthans disappear entirely allowing civilization to start again in a mysterious new world.

sa;bdry

The Hearth of Darkness

A star sent spiraling into nowhere.
The journey has been abandoned
And there won’t be any light forever.
I am sorry my friend. A rope I should sever
But never do. Your life stationed
At the end. I still look for you somewhere.

Among the stars your light faded and I grew jaded
Towards a world I never knew. I’ll forever be faded.

Young hearts pierced by a rusty blade
Then torn apart. You got this way of twisting
Your words into weapons and leaving me silent.
Oh, truthfully I resent you. But it was you I fought for
And who I’d die to protect. I didn’t know I’d bury you
Among the ruins of a life we failed to achieve.
Did I deceive you when I made forced your final breath?
It mirrored the ecstasy of your nighttime moans
Yet I cry for you because I didn’t want you to die in my arms.
Why do I say such hateful things at your grave?
Sins sealed your fate my dear and now I must go.

I raised my sword to fight the unseen threats.
As I trusted you you became the unseen;
Lust danced in your mind. A smart man retreats
From that situation. I had to be so mean
And slay you when the darkness consumed you.
My town sacrificed for carnal desires
Then I came back afraid of everything. The few
Unchanged told me about your hearth of dark fires.

Enter Fear

You were the woman I always knew, a lie for my heart,
And I entered your sin without fear. I’m unable to depart.

The darkness started ebbing from your body
Like some tainted spring. I drank deep. A curse
I willingly accepted. Flames of darkness danced
Around your undressed body and I reached through.

Enter Passion

Shadows in the light of dark flames
Merging. Midnight struck as our fingers
Tensed and mouths tasted of sweet wine.
Your words danced in my head like flower petals
Caught in a gentle breeze. We lost all sense
In the delicacy of flesh. Like two molten metals
We became an alloy, the same. Twine
Around your soft wrists where fire lingers.
Playing games against sanity’s frames.

The darkness claimed us both. Falling into your Hell
I knew it was my fault for leaving. But you are a shell
Of your former self. I made sure to kiss and never tell.

Enter Light

My eyes opened up. The corpses on the walls
All had mouths opened and eyes closed.
A sigil burnt upon my chest from our love
Eats away at the sanity to resist this beast.
You turned into a beast and left me here
All alone. I looked inside to see darkness everywhere,
Your eyes mirrored the night, the screams of the dead
Remain in this room, and you’re their Endarkened Queen.

“Oh, my love for you has no end so sweet dreams forever.
Find yourself reborn in the light and remain there forever.”

ENTER FEAR, ENTER PASSION, ENTER LIGHT

I made a grave marker after I burned everything down.
The sigil remains but my duty isn’t over. Wear the crown
Of my heart, my dear, and break the curse of your nightgown.

The weight of your death oddly gives me clarity.
I miss you and for that I continue on with sincerity.
sa;bdry