Saturday, June 2, 2012
Bing! Daxma says ello (assumeing this works •FTO)
Hello! Assumeing this message reaches the target audience… than I will be contributing finally to some of juna's blog stuff :|
if not… then hello anyways…
What do you do?
What do you do,
When nothing else matters?
When the goal you've set has no ultimatum,
No limit to what you may do to gain?
Trust in sin,
When nothing else matters.
For the excitement that lies,
The rush within the simplest of acts can give you,
Give you an intense freedom for yourself,
Where nothing else matters.
What do you do?
Do you march onto the plains of an unforgiving past,
Where memories roam free,
And the grass grows white,
Where nothing else matters.
When do you lay your head down to rest?
When there is only one?
What do you do,
When nothing else matters?
When nothing else matters?
When the goal you've set has no ultimatum,
No limit to what you may do to gain?
Trust in sin,
When nothing else matters.
For the excitement that lies,
The rush within the simplest of acts can give you,
Give you an intense freedom for yourself,
Where nothing else matters.
What do you do?
Do you march onto the plains of an unforgiving past,
Where memories roam free,
And the grass grows white,
Where nothing else matters.
When do you lay your head down to rest?
When there is only one?
What do you do,
When nothing else matters?
July 25, 2000
I am obligated to tell this dream because it Is a reoccurring process and it has been carved in my head like a knife on soft pine.
The day was July 25, 2000. My fifth birthday had passed four days prior and I was jubilant. I had visited my mother in the hospital a few days ago and she was feeling good.
She was staying in room 320. She had been hospitalized for a while. She had been living in a solo room. There were no other beds in the room so we stood by her side.
I had just been inducted into a summer Day-Camp. It was fun and my camp counselor was a very nice man. I had been traveling home in a bus to drop us off at the corner of our street. I had ridden in the exact middle left seat. My sister Ashley sat directly behind me and my bigger sister Lindsey sat with her, taking the isle side of the seat. We were talking to our friend Mark who had showed us his fingers, where two of his nails had been gone and all that was left was the soft skin beneath.
We got off the bus as it stopped at our corner. I went out first followed by Lindsey then Ashley.
We walked down the street together in slight joy. I walked closest to the curb because there was a tree that hung especially far into the street and I enjoyed the momentary shade.
We walked by two rose bushes. They had just began to bloom in welcome to the warm weather. They were late in the season to start blooming then but they were young plants and they had just reached their pinnacle.
My sister Lindsey stood between me and Ashley, just three feet away from me. She was the only one of us who did not have blue eyes. Her's were a light brown color. My little brother was at a junior school because he was still too young to go to camp. My sister Ashley walked closest to the middle of the street. She was wearing the camp T-Shirt that day and she had forgotten to brush her hair.
We walked by our closest neighbor Barry's house and looked over to his motorcycle. We passed by it almost every day but it symbolized almost a sense of adventure in each of our eyes. It was a sleek red, it was a Harley Davidson motorcycle and it was an object we marveled at each day. We almost sought to give credit to the creator of such handiwork once.
As we reached the driveway I looked at the sky. There were very few clouds up there and I remarked on how blue it was. The driveway was long and covered in gravel that used to always get in my shoes. There were two cars in the driveway. One was a navy blue Chrysler Convertible and the other was a purple Plymouth MiniVan. There was also a lamppost on the side of the driveway. Not one that the public controls but an old fashioned one that was turned on and off through the house.
I walked up the path to my front door first and brushed my hands against the bushes that led the way in front of my house. I approached the front screen door. The main door behind it was open. I assumed it was to let the air flow in and out through the screen door that I now went up to. The screen door had a metal spring on it that closed the door behind you of you didn't press a button first.
I opened the door and went inside. The first thing I saw was my dad on one of the couches in the living room. He had his hands covering his face. There were two couches and a large chair in the living room. All were covered in horrid designs. I looked at him, my interest peaked and braced myself as I heard nine words that made my heart skip a couple of beats.
"Sit down I have something important to tell you."
That was all it took and I was instantly scared. I head over to the chair. It had a hideous array of a flower design on it. I nearly had to jump on top to reach it. I used to be a short kid before I grew. My sisters both sat on opposite sides of the disgusting navy blue and white plaid couch. My sisters had never gotten along well.
I waited in the chair for what seemed like forever but was really just around four minutes. I leaned slightly forward as my father finally started to uncover his face and wipe away the years that had formed. Then he said in a quivery voice five words that changed my life forever.
"Your mother died this morning"
That's all I heard. After that I was told that he said more but I was too shocked to listen to that part. I was told that the rest went."The last time I saw her the last words she told me were 'I love you' And I should be the happiest man in the world." but I had not heard that myself and I cannot personally verify that that had happened.
After hearing those words I looked up toward god and tried to talk to him. My first thought was.
"This is what you give me for my birthday?"
And that is when I wake up.
The day was July 25, 2000. My fifth birthday had passed four days prior and I was jubilant. I had visited my mother in the hospital a few days ago and she was feeling good.
She was staying in room 320. She had been hospitalized for a while. She had been living in a solo room. There were no other beds in the room so we stood by her side.
I had just been inducted into a summer Day-Camp. It was fun and my camp counselor was a very nice man. I had been traveling home in a bus to drop us off at the corner of our street. I had ridden in the exact middle left seat. My sister Ashley sat directly behind me and my bigger sister Lindsey sat with her, taking the isle side of the seat. We were talking to our friend Mark who had showed us his fingers, where two of his nails had been gone and all that was left was the soft skin beneath.
We got off the bus as it stopped at our corner. I went out first followed by Lindsey then Ashley.
We walked down the street together in slight joy. I walked closest to the curb because there was a tree that hung especially far into the street and I enjoyed the momentary shade.
We walked by two rose bushes. They had just began to bloom in welcome to the warm weather. They were late in the season to start blooming then but they were young plants and they had just reached their pinnacle.
My sister Lindsey stood between me and Ashley, just three feet away from me. She was the only one of us who did not have blue eyes. Her's were a light brown color. My little brother was at a junior school because he was still too young to go to camp. My sister Ashley walked closest to the middle of the street. She was wearing the camp T-Shirt that day and she had forgotten to brush her hair.
We walked by our closest neighbor Barry's house and looked over to his motorcycle. We passed by it almost every day but it symbolized almost a sense of adventure in each of our eyes. It was a sleek red, it was a Harley Davidson motorcycle and it was an object we marveled at each day. We almost sought to give credit to the creator of such handiwork once.
As we reached the driveway I looked at the sky. There were very few clouds up there and I remarked on how blue it was. The driveway was long and covered in gravel that used to always get in my shoes. There were two cars in the driveway. One was a navy blue Chrysler Convertible and the other was a purple Plymouth MiniVan. There was also a lamppost on the side of the driveway. Not one that the public controls but an old fashioned one that was turned on and off through the house.
I walked up the path to my front door first and brushed my hands against the bushes that led the way in front of my house. I approached the front screen door. The main door behind it was open. I assumed it was to let the air flow in and out through the screen door that I now went up to. The screen door had a metal spring on it that closed the door behind you of you didn't press a button first.
I opened the door and went inside. The first thing I saw was my dad on one of the couches in the living room. He had his hands covering his face. There were two couches and a large chair in the living room. All were covered in horrid designs. I looked at him, my interest peaked and braced myself as I heard nine words that made my heart skip a couple of beats.
"Sit down I have something important to tell you."
That was all it took and I was instantly scared. I head over to the chair. It had a hideous array of a flower design on it. I nearly had to jump on top to reach it. I used to be a short kid before I grew. My sisters both sat on opposite sides of the disgusting navy blue and white plaid couch. My sisters had never gotten along well.
I waited in the chair for what seemed like forever but was really just around four minutes. I leaned slightly forward as my father finally started to uncover his face and wipe away the years that had formed. Then he said in a quivery voice five words that changed my life forever.
"Your mother died this morning"
That's all I heard. After that I was told that he said more but I was too shocked to listen to that part. I was told that the rest went."The last time I saw her the last words she told me were 'I love you' And I should be the happiest man in the world." but I had not heard that myself and I cannot personally verify that that had happened.
After hearing those words I looked up toward god and tried to talk to him. My first thought was.
"This is what you give me for my birthday?"
And that is when I wake up.
Friday, June 1, 2012
An Awesome Mage Known as Chadj
He came down as a little evil purple narcoleptic smart car that dreamt of lemonade and sat quite innocently in the middle of the wood, waiting to lure a victim with its innocuous snores and tinny voice.
But, most of the time ChadJ can be seen being busy, answering questions and appearing on stats to wish Mages, both Peas and OJ's happy birthday or giving a good piece of advice. He can be found hunting airs or trying to complete missions just like the rest of the mages. He is loved and thought fondly of; even revered by most as a type of Shadow Cities demigod. I thought I would ask some of the players to share their thoughts about Chad and here is what some of them said.
Even though Chadj enshrouds the very essence of Shadow Cities, he can still be found hunting conniving Airs, who like Dark Alpha mentioned, see him no differently than any other mage, impacting their damage and giving up their spirits to the victor. Completing missions and asking for help to grab those ever elusive pots.
In the end, Chadj is our friend, fellow Rper and Mage who is in a way like the rest of us, but as IceRose17 put it, that bright blue writing is "sick" in an epic way and an epitome of what Shadow Cities is to us.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Kitchens are dangerous places
Really. They are. Especially for me. Let's go through all the possible dangers... Ovens, heavy pans, sharp knives, hot oil, and clueless morons. It's not that I'm clumsy, which I am. Just not that clumsy...
A couple weeks ago, I was out in the garage, pouring myself a glass of milk.
Then I heard my sister screaming "THERE'S A FIRE!!"
Being the kind, compassionate (almost) human being I am, I ran back inside. Smoke was pouring out of the oven, and I still had the glass of milk in my hand.
I ran to the oven, grabbing two oven mitts. The bread I had been toasting in the oven was black. Smoke was pouring out from it. Whoops....
Grabbed the pan, ran it outside. Dumped the bread off the deck into the pond. Food for the mosquito larvae, I guess.
Smoke was still floating about the kitchen. My sister and I threw open all the windows; the fire alarms went off anyways.
My mom came running up the stairs, phone still in her hand. She had been talking to my coach.
Her: "And what's going on here?"
You have no idea how hard it was to explain.
Kitchen fire? Narrowly averted.
Kitchens are dangerous places.
A couple weeks ago, I was out in the garage, pouring myself a glass of milk.
Then I heard my sister screaming "THERE'S A FIRE!!"
Being the kind, compassionate (almost) human being I am, I ran back inside. Smoke was pouring out of the oven, and I still had the glass of milk in my hand.
I ran to the oven, grabbing two oven mitts. The bread I had been toasting in the oven was black. Smoke was pouring out from it. Whoops....
Grabbed the pan, ran it outside. Dumped the bread off the deck into the pond. Food for the mosquito larvae, I guess.
Smoke was still floating about the kitchen. My sister and I threw open all the windows; the fire alarms went off anyways.
My mom came running up the stairs, phone still in her hand. She had been talking to my coach.
Her: "And what's going on here?"
You have no idea how hard it was to explain.
Kitchen fire? Narrowly averted.
Kitchens are dangerous places.
War.
The storm brews,
The blood flows,
With the start of battle only the brave survive,
In the heat of battle only the lucky survive,
In the lengths of battle only the smart survive.
So in the end there is so few that the purpose is lost
The blood hath stained the carpet of souls.
The blood flows,
With the start of battle only the brave survive,
In the heat of battle only the lucky survive,
In the lengths of battle only the smart survive.
So in the end there is so few that the purpose is lost
The blood hath stained the carpet of souls.
Watermelons for You
Round, soft melon green.
You are here for me
The soft cry of the rind splitting in two
Red Heart
Black seeds
I listen for you
Your friendship holds like the drops
dripping down the side.
Your words sticky and sweet
in my mouth
in my mind
your friendship is my church
Inspired for my good friend Ly
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Done Wrong
Another Song
I am messing up today :(
Done Wrong
Have you ever had the feeling,
You've done something wrong,
Trying to cheer up a friend,
And words come out wrong,
Have you ever had the feeling,
Buried deep in your chest,
That no matter what you did,
It never helped for the best,
Life is a roller coaster,
Going up and down,
But life isn't an endless loop,
You've got to,
Free yourself from this town,
Find your own way,
In this city full of misery.
Find your own words,
And preach what sets you free,
In the end your words have been twisted inside out,
You've tried to help the situation but only made it worse,
In the end your words only sting like tyranny,
So just write a song from the heart,
And sing it verse by verse,
Words,
Can be twisted out of bounds,
Sentences,
Unmeant meanings always found,
And though,
All you mean is for the best,
You sometimes,
Just have to give your words a rest,
Because,
Everything can go wrong at the simplest of times,
But,
If you wait,
Patience will make,
Your wishes divine,
Life,
Full of the moments where you go round in round,
But,
If you hold out the truth will be found,
That,
Life is a mystery,
For all those full of glee,
And though the roads may fall,
You'll always get back up again,
Because in the end,
Your friends understand,
That words aren't always what they seem,
And shoulder to shoulder,
Hand in hand,
Friends make up dreams..
Have you ever had that moment,
Where your puzzle falls apart,
You are broken,
And shattered,
A cracked in half heart,
Have you ever had that moment,
Where a friend just takes your hand,
And while you sit there falling,
They stay and help you stand....
An Original Song By Depth
Inspired By: Juna The Junaper
I am messing up today :(
Done Wrong
Have you ever had the feeling,
You've done something wrong,
Trying to cheer up a friend,
And words come out wrong,
Have you ever had the feeling,
Buried deep in your chest,
That no matter what you did,
It never helped for the best,
Life is a roller coaster,
Going up and down,
But life isn't an endless loop,
You've got to,
Free yourself from this town,
Find your own way,
In this city full of misery.
Find your own words,
And preach what sets you free,
In the end your words have been twisted inside out,
You've tried to help the situation but only made it worse,
In the end your words only sting like tyranny,
So just write a song from the heart,
And sing it verse by verse,
Words,
Can be twisted out of bounds,
Sentences,
Unmeant meanings always found,
And though,
All you mean is for the best,
You sometimes,
Just have to give your words a rest,
Because,
Everything can go wrong at the simplest of times,
But,
If you wait,
Patience will make,
Your wishes divine,
Life,
Full of the moments where you go round in round,
But,
If you hold out the truth will be found,
That,
Life is a mystery,
For all those full of glee,
And though the roads may fall,
You'll always get back up again,
Because in the end,
Your friends understand,
That words aren't always what they seem,
And shoulder to shoulder,
Hand in hand,
Friends make up dreams..
Have you ever had that moment,
Where your puzzle falls apart,
You are broken,
And shattered,
A cracked in half heart,
Have you ever had that moment,
Where a friend just takes your hand,
And while you sit there falling,
They stay and help you stand....
An Original Song By Depth
Inspired By: Juna The Junaper
Come And Go But Not Gone
This is a song... Though since I cannot sing, I am just listing the lyrics.
Come And Go But Not Gone
Friends can come and go,
But they are never gone,
You can watch them leave,
But they will return and,
Friends make the world go round,
And I am full of joy just to have them,
And friends,
Will make your world shine,
And even if they leave,
They are never gone,
Cause friends,
Live inside your heart,
And soul,
And friends,
Are what make you whole,
And friends,
Will help you through the toughest times you have,
And even if they are not there,
They are with you everywhere,
Because,
Friends are forever,
And as long as you remember them,
They will never leave your side,
And friends are the most priceless treasures,
Shining brighter than stars,
And making diamonds look dull,
Friends are your priceless pearls,
Friends,
Forever helping us reach the stars,
Forever helping us discover who we are,
Forever helping us chase our dreams,
Friends are forever,
And things are never what they seem,
And friends can come and go but they are never gone inside our hearts,
And friends make the world spin for us, and we make it spin for them,
And though, distance can tear us apart,
And tragedy can make it stick,
Friend are never gone,
The ticking time only strengthening our bond....
An Original Song By Depth
Inspiration: Juna the Junaper
Come And Go But Not Gone
Friends can come and go,
But they are never gone,
You can watch them leave,
But they will return and,
Friends make the world go round,
And I am full of joy just to have them,
And friends,
Will make your world shine,
And even if they leave,
They are never gone,
Cause friends,
Live inside your heart,
And soul,
And friends,
Are what make you whole,
And friends,
Will help you through the toughest times you have,
And even if they are not there,
They are with you everywhere,
Because,
Friends are forever,
And as long as you remember them,
They will never leave your side,
And friends are the most priceless treasures,
Shining brighter than stars,
And making diamonds look dull,
Friends are your priceless pearls,
Friends,
Forever helping us reach the stars,
Forever helping us discover who we are,
Forever helping us chase our dreams,
Friends are forever,
And things are never what they seem,
And friends can come and go but they are never gone inside our hearts,
And friends make the world spin for us, and we make it spin for them,
And though, distance can tear us apart,
And tragedy can make it stick,
Friend are never gone,
The ticking time only strengthening our bond....
An Original Song By Depth
Inspiration: Juna the Junaper
Music- What's Your Favorite List
For me writing requires music and I thought I would share my favorite mix at the moment for your listening pleasure-
Click below to view them on Youtube
M83- Saturday's = Youth
Songs- Up!, Colours, Grave Yard Girl, (Actually the whole album is excellent) I also enjoy Midnight Cities
Graveyard Girl
Midnight Cities
We Own the Sky
Skrillex- More Monsters and Sprites with Kaskade
More Scary Monsters and Sprites
Sigur Ros- Albums: Takk, Agaetis Byrjun, ( )
(All have amazing songs- Hoppipola, Saeglopur, Glosoli)
Hoppipola
Glosoli
Saeglopur
(Untitled)
Why?- Light Leaves, Waterfall, Simeon's Dilemma, Song of the Sad Assassin (another band I highly recommend Albums- Elephant Eyelash and Alopecia)
Light Leaves
Simeon's Dilemma
The Radio Dept- Pet Grief ( If you like M83 I recommend this band as well)
Pet Grief
I have more, but this is currently on my RP mix that is playing on my earbuds at the moment. Cranking so loudly I lose myself in a sweet oblivion.
Click below to view them on Youtube
M83- Saturday's = Youth
Songs- Up!, Colours, Grave Yard Girl, (Actually the whole album is excellent) I also enjoy Midnight Cities
Graveyard Girl
Midnight Cities
We Own the Sky
Skrillex- More Monsters and Sprites with Kaskade
More Scary Monsters and Sprites
Sigur Ros- Albums: Takk, Agaetis Byrjun, ( )
(All have amazing songs- Hoppipola, Saeglopur, Glosoli)
Hoppipola
Glosoli
Saeglopur
(Untitled)
Why?- Light Leaves, Waterfall, Simeon's Dilemma, Song of the Sad Assassin (another band I highly recommend Albums- Elephant Eyelash and Alopecia)
Light Leaves
Simeon's Dilemma
The Radio Dept- Pet Grief ( If you like M83 I recommend this band as well)
Pet Grief
I have more, but this is currently on my RP mix that is playing on my earbuds at the moment. Cranking so loudly I lose myself in a sweet oblivion.
Shadow Cities: The Hunter and the Beastie
Usually, this post would belong on our other blog, JadeWings, which is based off a 9 month old RP stat on a app/game called Shadow Cities, but I thought as short story; it could appear here.
In the heavily wooded forest, near the clearing and just off center lays a man. His dirty demeanor is only a facade to what he truly is. His leather vest layers over a mesh of Ether. On his shoulder he carries a net, infused with his kind's magic. He is armed with a bow, but his favorite tool is a modified type of taser that is always on and crackling softly at his side. He is a Hunter, roaming out from the hunter camp that lays on the far side of the continent. He patrols and usually leaves the magical community alone, unless he comes across a very unfortunate creature, one that he feels is good enough to break, to add to his pit fighting collection.
1.
In the heavily wooded forest, near the clearing and just off center lays a man. His dirty demeanor is only a facade to what he truly is. His leather vest layers over a mesh of Ether. On his shoulder he carries a net, infused with his kind's magic. He is armed with a bow, but his favorite tool is a modified type of taser that is always on and crackling softly at his side. He is a Hunter, roaming out from the hunter camp that lays on the far side of the continent. He patrols and usually leaves the magical community alone, unless he comes across a very unfortunate creature, one that he feels is good enough to break, to add to his pit fighting collection.
2.
The camp bustles with magical creatures: Vamps, Werewolfs, Shifters, Fairies. They are only a few of the kinds found here, but in the melange they were all the same; Beasties. Their powers stripped, they shuffle in the courtyard, being assigned to Breakers; a type of hunter whose only job was to discover just what kind of beasties they are. They show no mercy and discover in their eyes what they will become.
Some never change, regardless, their spirits too broken and are only fit as bait for the Golds and Silvers. These are the lusterless dark gray eyes. The better beasties that are prized are the Silvers- their eyes glitter fiercely and their fighting skills can be honed until they become a Gold. A gold can be found rarely outside in the magical community, most earn it through pit fighting and are quite valued by the hunter community.
Tasers, clubs, daggers, threats, the cracking of breaking bones. Whatever, it will take to make them fight. The sand swept arenas inside are mere practice rings; The real deal is in unknown areas where nightly hunters gather, bringing their best and trading money.
Those who hope that there is an escape find the camp completely sealed from the outside world. No in or out. The hunters magic absolves and absorbs all of their victims, leaving them with nothing but what is handed to them and their wits.
3.
Some do escape, but the marks on them haunt them forever. Beasties, they are called. They bear the marks of the hunters, and can be claimed again and again. Some are driven to insanity by the marks, but others rise to the last level. Platinum, these earn a certain respect from the hunters. They obey no one unless they choose too. It is rumored that only two exist; and to the hunters that is enough. They cause chaos and are virtually unstoppable. But, for most, even after rescued, never stop looking over their shoulders or fingering the marks that lay on their arms or feet. Anytime, could be their calling to be Beasties all over again.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Innocence
As the innocence shows itself,
The wolves howl,
The angels gather,
The demons move about,
And innocence is all but vulnerable,
It is the sign of purity,
The essence of youth,
It shall stand through the onslaught,
It will welcome the angels,
And dispel the demons,
For it is the truth,
And the truth always prevails.
The wolves howl,
The angels gather,
The demons move about,
And innocence is all but vulnerable,
It is the sign of purity,
The essence of youth,
It shall stand through the onslaught,
It will welcome the angels,
And dispel the demons,
For it is the truth,
And the truth always prevails.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
No salami or sushi for me
With my first child, I had a huge craving for salami with cheese and teriyaki or samon sushi. So, being as I knew that I couldn't have raw meats, I went for salami. I didn't know at the time that salami is cured, not cooked. It's still in a fashion raw, but has been ground with salt and spices, stuffed in a what traditionally is animal intestines, and left to ferment. But you can't deny that salami is fan-freaking-tastic. Especially with slices from a block of cheddar. So, I went out and bought salami and cheddar. My ob bitched later.
So here I am again, with my second parasite, unable to eat raw meats and to leave my precious sashimi, sushi, and salami behind until 8 months from now. Can yal help a sister out and tell me what foods are closest to these that I can have? I'm craving sushi!!!
So here I am again, with my second parasite, unable to eat raw meats and to leave my precious sashimi, sushi, and salami behind until 8 months from now. Can yal help a sister out and tell me what foods are closest to these that I can have? I'm craving sushi!!!
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