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December 20th, 2009
10:10 pm


A note on pronunciation!
Just so you know


English (TOY-let)

Southern english (toy-LET)

Pirate (PRIV-ee)

French (twah-LAY)

Hollywood (Twilight)

No matter how you say it, the association is still there.

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September 2nd, 2008
09:05 pm


So after looking at the date counter that says:

"Last updated 43 weeks ago."

I have only one thing to say.

Yes, I am still alive!

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07:01 pm


Let the darkness come.
I feel the darkness gathering,
pulling itself together.
Far off still, yet drawing closer all the time,
and all the while, waiting.

I can hear the whispers calling,
some from men, some from trees.
Many speak of struggle, change, of the world waking,
and of us taking our place with her.

I hear the whispers and think of what they mean.
Am I to become a sword against the darkness,
or does the darkness have a purpose,
one that we should not ward against.

What does the darkness hold?
Is it merely change and rebirth,
a changing of the old guard?
Or is it something far more sinister?

Change is inevitable, it cannot be stopped.
To do so invites stagnation and death.
Yet as I look around me, I am surrounded by those very things.
but even then, change frightens me.

We are sitting on the eve of possibility,
yet so few seem to care, or even know.
most thinking that the world will always be here,
and just the same as it ever was.

I hold my sword and shield at the ready,
even though I am only one man, I will hold my ground.
I will protect those I can, so they may see the new day.
Let the darkness come.


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November 11th, 2007
08:53 am


Walking in the dark.
There is no light but the moon.
A pale light, it paints everything grey
leaving few colors but many shadows,
and just enough light to see.

The trees seem foreboding.
Dark and mysterious in the moonlight,
their twisted branches seem to reach for me
as if they wish to reclaim my soul.

I feel the shadows of the trees in my soul.
They are always present and ever changing.
Each new breeze brings another pattern
as if to say that change is inevitable.

The firelight calls me to itself.
Warm, glowing, flickering in the night,
it promises warmth, safety, food, and friendship.
I cannot refuse it's offer.

So I sit by the fire and dream of the moon,
and let the cares of the world pass me by once more.
Who knows what tomorrow brings with it.
Tonight I will feel joy.


Current Location: On the forest floor beneath the branches
Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: The quiet sounds of thought and the whispers in my head

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November 3rd, 2007
06:40 pm


Loneliness engulfs me
It swallows my soul, my happiness, my light
it takes the breath from my chest
and fills my heart with ice

I cannot shake this feeling
It will not depart and leave me be
And I have not found something to replace it with
that does not hurt more than what is there now

I am told it will fade
that this is just a prelude to something wonderful
but this seems far away and out of reach
I hope someday, it comes true


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October 29th, 2007
09:32 pm


The gleam of firelight on the hilt of my sword,
The drums pounding an ancient rhythm
The dancers spin, swords flashing in wide sweeps,
And time stops

The smell of smoke invokes earthy memories,
And wind whispers of days gone by.
Smiles and Laughter echo across the clearing
And still the echos of the past drown out all

The taste of mead, sweet and sharp,
Warmth sinks deep into my soul
Welcoming thought and laughter
And the revelry goes deep into the night

The feel of velvet and fine silks,
The smell of light perfume,
A smile, a touch, a shared moment,
a memory that lasts for ever.

The past comes back dim and sweet
Welcome thoughts flood the night
I drift away to days long ago,
And I am no longer the same.


Current Location: Overlooking the Warcamp in my dreams
Current Music: Bagpipes on the breeze

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October 21st, 2007
09:41 pm


The world lies before my feet,
A thousand roads and paths, a hundred thousand dreams.
Yet my feet seem heavy and unable to move,
For I feel if I start to wander, I may never come home.

Home beckons to me, that warm safe place.
Yet it is never warm or safe enough.
A constant place, always there,
Yet if I leave, it may disappear forever without a trace.

I have felt love, long ago and far away.
Yet when I think back, it wasn't that long ago or that far away.
It may have been yesterday, just down the lane,
But years and miles mean nothing anymore.

So I walk the paths that I find and dare,
looking for myself, the world, home and love.
I may never find them all, but if I can find myself,
Then perhaps it may have been worth it.


Current Location: A long way from where I want to be.
Current Mood: lonelylonely
Current Music: The lonely sound of half imagined bagpipes on the breeze

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October 13th, 2007
07:37 pm


The lure of darkness is strong,
the fight against it bold
and should I not resist,
my soul will soon be sold.

The light has been so frail,
yet never fades away
and if it ever came to pass
my heart would die that day

the winter held me long ago
in a dark and icy grip,
and was an ugly, bitter wine
a vile and never ending sip

I beat the darkness back
with iron will and cold, cold steel,
and held it off for many years
to let my poor soul heal.

Though it comes from time to time,
I bend it to my will
and push it back when it seems
that I have finally had my fill

And though sometimes I seem to fail
I still think that I am free,
for when you look into my eyes
the one you see is me


Current Location: Here, missing a friend who is elsewhere.
Current Music: Bagpipes on the breeze

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October 10th, 2007
09:47 pm


Finally back online!
Hey there Campers,
After not having the computer online and running for quite some time, I am back and gonna be posting. I have been writing a lot lately, so be prepared.


Current Location: here
Current Mood: in one.
Current Music: Bagpipes on the breeze

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February 23rd, 2007
08:42 pm


Tales from Estrella War
Only a few words can describe this years war: Hard, but worth it! We all suffered some form of hardship or another this year(at least as far as the people I know) and still I can say that I would not have missed it for anything. Someone once wrote "Hard times make the best adventures". No one ever wants to hear about things going perfectly as planned, they want to hear about the trials and hardships in a story. The Strange and Unusual is also good story fodder. Things like the incredible night of fog and mist that started as we left our home town to join up with the rest of our group and the fact that we ran into a lot of fog and mist several times on our journey. Most of the evening and next morning I was looking over my shoulder for monsters in the mist. There are other tales, but I will let them be told by others if they will. I have put this here so that others may do just that, as well as greetings and messages.

Current Location: Overlooking the Warcamp in my dreams
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: the faint sound of bagpipes and battle drums

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