tiny summer
in these lingering moments of summer, all is well
the golden light is truth, and experience
long autumn
in the approaching moments before winter, all is calm
the empty shadows: I am alone, and to be alone is to be at peace
inevitable winter
in the quiet moonlight as autumn ends, everything has changed
the silver glow, reflected, simply says, there is no time for regrets
spring, spring
in the time since spring has come and gone, I have done everything
now back to a golden summer, boundless and anything but small
such great seasons, such long years
so many changes, so many tears
the principle of wandering by SpellKeeper, literature
Literature
the principle of wandering
we make our way, wondering
where this all leads
to celestial eternity or boundless flames
stellar inclusion and bountiful plains
inside pallid dreams, inside technicolour dreams
exiting the facets of the individual
multidimensional, twenty-sided
vigesimal equations
where one-zero and one-zero for us
is just one-zero for them
and all the wherewithal to see
the infinite design within
seashells and pinecones and hives of bees
start with zero and
one now, one later,
two, and three
raise your hand, up, higher, and stretch
dip your toes into the sand
let go
five, eight
and despite its golden value
it must always include
an unl
the pulse...wavers
she breathes, inhales
lifts one finger to her throat
a thumb, perhaps...yes, that was it
and checks her heartbeat
she's not very good at this
she can tell she's doing something...wrong
but she doesn't know what it is
who she is, any more
can't stop breathing, so quickly
her vision tunnels, and there is darkness
and she asks herself,
if i cannot see, if i cannot be found
where am i?
she pulls away, and her thumb is left...stained
there's blood there
and she doesn't know why
for the love of god, such mortals will strive
seeking out penance, redemption, and death
unerring men of holy writ contrive
to claim mortal hold beyond mortal breath
adorning altar with incense and gold
incanting, enchanting, this god is called
with spilt blood, burnt bone, and the lies are told
the innocent witnesses watch, enthralled
gaping, neither sinless, nor absolved now
no question in their minds that this is right
raised with, raising, these crimes they disavow
no answer except this can they recite
but for the love of god, these mortals seek
truly only men who keep them meek
tiny summer
in these lingering moments of summer, all is well
the golden light is truth, and experience
long autumn
in the approaching moments before winter, all is calm
the empty shadows: I am alone, and to be alone is to be at peace
inevitable winter
in the quiet moonlight as autumn ends, everything has changed
the silver glow, reflected, simply says, there is no time for regrets
spring, spring
in the time since spring has come and gone, I have done everything
now back to a golden summer, boundless and anything but small
such great seasons, such long years
so many changes, so many tears
the principle of wandering by SpellKeeper, literature
Literature
the principle of wandering
we make our way, wondering
where this all leads
to celestial eternity or boundless flames
stellar inclusion and bountiful plains
inside pallid dreams, inside technicolour dreams
exiting the facets of the individual
multidimensional, twenty-sided
vigesimal equations
where one-zero and one-zero for us
is just one-zero for them
and all the wherewithal to see
the infinite design within
seashells and pinecones and hives of bees
start with zero and
one now, one later,
two, and three
raise your hand, up, higher, and stretch
dip your toes into the sand
let go
five, eight
and despite its golden value
it must always include
an unl
the pulse...wavers
she breathes, inhales
lifts one finger to her throat
a thumb, perhaps...yes, that was it
and checks her heartbeat
she's not very good at this
she can tell she's doing something...wrong
but she doesn't know what it is
who she is, any more
can't stop breathing, so quickly
her vision tunnels, and there is darkness
and she asks herself,
if i cannot see, if i cannot be found
where am i?
she pulls away, and her thumb is left...stained
there's blood there
and she doesn't know why
for the love of god, such mortals will strive
seeking out penance, redemption, and death
unerring men of holy writ contrive
to claim mortal hold beyond mortal breath
adorning altar with incense and gold
incanting, enchanting, this god is called
with spilt blood, burnt bone, and the lies are told
the innocent witnesses watch, enthralled
gaping, neither sinless, nor absolved now
no question in their minds that this is right
raised with, raising, these crimes they disavow
no answer except this can they recite
but for the love of god, these mortals seek
truly only men who keep them meek
i do not check DA much any more, but every once in a while i get nostalgic and come back...
the other day i was thinking about my childhood (adolescence i guess) and was recalling the friends i've had, and really, in high school i didn't have very ma...
I've decided that for a month (starting with last night's influence map) I'm gonna submit one deviation each day. Pieces of stories, memes, random photos and artwork, whatever. I just need something that'll force me to flex my creative muscle for an extended period of time so that I know I still can. I'll throw in some web design, too, maybe, and hopefully get back on track with my interests.
So my friend and I have been coming up with a ton of really cool ideas for the Denizens game I had invented oh-so-long ago. This is just a quick blur so I have somewhere to outline a few points.
Denizens will have five types of 'mana,' which is replenished by the five types of tea that you can grown in-game.
White - this type of mana fuels Wind and Light based abilities
Black - this type of mana fuels Earth and Fire based abilities
Green - this type of mana fuels Earth and Water based abilities
Red - this type of mana fuels Fire and Light based abilities
Herbal - this type of mana fuels Water and Wind based abilities
You'll be able to