tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130900842024-03-14T20:14:23.042+08:00THE MORE THE DEMON IN ME GROW...These are the chronicles, ramblings and thoughts of once a man, now a half-dead. Archived by a nameless observer...
Read, rants or curse all you wish - as those are the things that will make him again ... a man.demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-52914053277644691462012-12-17T21:24:00.001+08:002012-12-17T21:24:35.017+08:00as the demon within me grows...life will be more confusing<p style="text-align: left;"> <font face="Courier New">Life.</font></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><font face="Courier New">What is this thing called life? Is it being alive, breathing and kicking? Is going through the things that might stop others from going? Is it making others happy to be happy?</font></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><font face="Courier New">What is it exactly?</font></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><font face="Courier New">Sighhhh...I think its better for me to go to bed and sleep.</font></p>
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<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-26577298990925429462012-12-07T02:02:00.001+08:002012-12-07T02:02:36.887+08:00Yep i'm starting it again...I guess<div class="separator" style="clear:both; text-align:left;">Meeting with quit a number of interesting individuals a long this ending year made me think aout a wole lot of things, but thinking alone makes no change, no?</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both; text-align:left;">So here goes nothing, or everything. I'm restarting all that I have put on hold. Its time to think about me and myself. But I still love you all.</div>
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<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right; font-size: small; clear: both;" id="blogsy_footer"><a href="http://blogsyapp.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://blogsyapp.com/images/blogsy_footer_icon.png" alt="Posted with Blogsy" style="vertical-align: middle; margin-right: 5px;" width="20" height="20" />Posted with Blogsy</a></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-80579194036660717642012-10-25T07:52:00.001+08:002012-10-25T07:52:40.476+08:00testing<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/102574240515147028705/THEMORETHEDEMONINMEGROW?authkey=Gv1sRgCNekxrmcqbjFag#5803028054423445666'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eMY9eHovs_MqgkKI71UJT46Oj1RNNxZB_aqGTFOxl6McomN611eTV1Gj3a0_BUQz2N3G4TudFORTqCk1Q4zaXTHPuEWBlKQho2JytU88PpgILjYudtKp-eJlGLPeO88kYzb0/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='238' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />ipad galaxy note pc...who cares?<br />demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-10016836337739865282012-04-24T14:06:00.001+08:002012-04-24T14:06:27.357+08:00the longer my sadness lingers<div><p>tis be a day of a thousand days i have forgtten...<br>
month of blossoming flowers...<br>
year of a grown up oldman..</p>
<p>this place where the spiders have made their home is in need of sweeping.</p>
<p>and sweep it i will.</p>
</div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-37519116233313721732012-04-24T05:14:00.001+08:002012-04-24T05:14:36.386+08:00testing ny grounds<div><p>if this works...hmmm</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oJJj3QCucPO6kp9f7wl2JptSzQURmBlKrdxuJaSPB3U6tsMEHRukkZ-2hdn_8pvYVmiqblcM15K9YEeQfVnny88nADB3XNED_8xcmBDjSI375B5hiz98Y1n1qWrB1q0xaSjq/' /></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-85698948835412388672008-10-23T03:35:00.005+08:002008-11-17T22:45:23.756+08:00...and now don't get mad...<div align="justify"><span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you...</span></span></div><span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br />This be the second week of the eighth month, </div><div align="justify">Month of the Moon of the Changing Season,</div><div align="justify">Second year of being a slave to a slave, </div><div align="justify">Year of the Terra Ratus,<br /></div><div align="justify">18th day of the fifth month since the tears is hidden...<br /></div><div align="center">___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">DANCE WITH ME</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>(updated as at 2.30 a.m. 18th November 2008)</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">He who believes in The Ignored and the Land at the End of Time, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">if he witnesses any matter he should talk in good terms about it or keep quiet. Act kindly towards woman, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">for woman is created from a rib, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">the most crooked part of the rib is its top. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">If you attempt to straighten it, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">you will break it, and if you leave it, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">its crookedness will remain there. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">So act kindly towards women. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A believing man should not hate a believing woman, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">it he dislikes one of her characteristics, he will be pleased with another.</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- Forgotten Words of The Forgotten Man</span></span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">WITH all the courage that could be mustered, he walks to the center of the Garden of Thorns.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">There, Eves of the Haven run and play, sang and sit, smile and shied.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A havenly heavenly place or a hellish space - a question yet to be answered…</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He continued his slow swaggering pace to that place occupying a space that makes an amazed man amused.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Those swaggering pace stop only a few inches from the Golden Gates of the Garden of Thorns.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"Hmmm...It smells nice here," he mind begins to thought, "happiness is just beyond these gates." </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Tremble hands of his held the handles of the gates, and with a short sigh of relief that sounded more like a breath of fear, they pushed them open.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The moment that the end of his shadows kisses those of the Eves of the Haven, silence broke free from laughter.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And, in the wake of silence, came sinuous stares that hid behind sweet sweet smiles... </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Such sweet smiles they gave him, such piercing stares they showed him.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So sweet and so piercing that he is oblivious of the blood that trickles from numerous unseen wounds.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It seems that their heavenly beauty masks the pain that he should be feeling right now.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"Oh poor, poor man," they began to say with voices comparable only with a nightingale's song, "You look so tired by the journey here, allow us to quench thy thirst," said one that seems to be the matriarch of the Eves.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">With a snap of her slender fingers, two of the Eves walk as if being carried the lightest of breeze to him, carrying a golden glass and a wooden mug...</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"Slay your thirst poor being," said the matriarch, "you travel seem to have drained you much, slay your thirst and rejuvenate your strength so that your lust will be once again bold." </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She said what she said with a sinister smile.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"Lust? I wish not my lust to last. I wish only to rejuvenate love, my love for a heart to calm the chaos of my soul," was his reply to the matriarch.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"Oh? and that too shall be remedied," was her answer, laced with another sinister smile.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">With that, the Limp took the Golden Glass and drank his fill. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"What is this drink that have the might more than water do and slew my thirst bursting my dexterity?" asked the Limp with awe and gratefulness.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"It's your blood," a simple surprising answer the Limp got.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">"My blood?" he asks with great surprise, "you gave me my blood? Why?"...</span></div><div align="center"><br />---oo0oo---</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">...an end is indefinite, when a continuation is required, so...</span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center">oo(O)oo </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">ANSWER ME THIS</span></div><div align="center"><br />-o0o-</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">beloved friends tell me please, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">or, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">it is the end that would spawn your bliss, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">tell me so that for you I may wheel,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">a cart for this tale and banish all crease,<br />but,<br />be what ever that you may ever wish, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.</span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">MARK ON MY FINGER</span></div><div align="center"><br />------oo(O)oo-------</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">i wore a band on my ring finger,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">marking the journey away from freedom,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">so that i will always remember,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">to gather a stranger's wisdom,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">and forever be in a state of sober,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">and be guarded from the state martyrdom,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">lifting away any wonder,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">to save my soul from a torn down kingdom,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">and guard a rose from being wither,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">even if it is, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">my blood is the item for barter.</span></div><div align="center"><br />------oo(O)oo-------</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">In another time,another tale will come. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">maybe, of the things, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">but for now, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">the Demon would only want to rest.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">and rest the Demon will, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">in a land where demons were kill,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">_______THANK YOU_______</div><div align="center">_______O_______</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">© All rights reserved to the owner of this blog and no copy or reproduction of its contents in any form is allowed unless the owner gives permission.</span></span></span></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-47541829188365759172008-09-14T02:44:00.002+08:002008-09-14T02:56:23.387+08:00...and to you I give this...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">This be the second week of the sixth month, </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Second year of being a slave to a slave, </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Year of the Terra Ratus,</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">21 days to the first year, the West is reluctantly shaded by distance...</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">LIVING LIKE A DEAD MAN</span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">'Abdullah bin 'Amr bin Al' narrated that: </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> </div></span></em><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I heard Allah's Apostle saying, "Allah does not take away the knowledge, by taking it away from (the hearts of) the people, but takes it away by the death of the religious learned men until when none of the (religious learned men) remains, people will take as their leaders ignorant persons who when consulted will give their verdict without knowledge. So they will go astray and will lead the people astray." </span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">O Allah! I surrender to You, entrust all my affairs to You, and depend upon You for Your Blessings with both hope and fear of You. There is no fleeing from You, and there is no place of protection and safety except with You O Allah! I believe in Your Book (the Qur'an) which You have revealed and in Your Prophet (Muhammad) whom You have sent </span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">- A PRAYER BEFORE WE SLEEP</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Nor can a soul die except by Allah's leave, the term being fixed as by writing. If any do desire a reward in this life, We shall give it to him; and if any do desire a reward in the Hereafter, We shall give it to him. And swiftly shall We reward those that (serve us with) gratitude. - THE HOLY BOOK, 003.145 </span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">* NOTE: I dedicate the first hadith to those who have lost their loved ones, as those who have left them are indeed a treasure throve of knowledge for without their love and knowledge no matter how small, we would never be who we are.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">PEACE BE UPON YOU AND PRAISE BE UPON TO THE PROPHET AND ALLAH.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I meant not to be religious nor do I mean to be pious by opening this entry as I did. </span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I began this entry as I did, because PEACE is the sole thing I search and longed for; and hope that the Al-Mighty has always and will always grace upon you - the ones that He has lead to this unworthy entry.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I wrote what I wrote because I love you.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I am a man with nothing in my hand, ignorance in my mind and emptiness in my heart. A man such as I am is a being who is LIVING LIKE A DEAD MAN.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I tried my best to distance my self from sympathy in one's mind, love in one's heart and kindness in one's hands in fear that the DEMONS IN ME would stop me to return all that in kind or even in the very least.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I prison my heart from being love in fear that my love could not be at par to the love being given to me hence making me a HALF DEAD as I am now.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I silenced my mind in fear that the voice of my mind be the whispers of the PRINCE OF AGNUS - the child of fire.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">All of you whom I love with the love of God.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">For the past few weeks, I read with much sadness of your lost. I grieve with those who grieved. Your lost is a great lost not only to you and to your family but also to those who knew you and also to those who could only be with you in this intangible realm like me.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I say this with the purest of sincerity of my heart.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Forgive me for what I wrote after this brings you anger and hate. It is not what I wish to do.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I see death, my beloved ones, as a blessing.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Open you mind and let free your soul, and you will see death as I see it.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Death, means not as an end.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">It is a beginning for a new life and marking immortality.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Every living being will die, physically and with the coming of death, comes sadness, confusion and emptiness to most of those who were left behind.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">But, many of us often luxuriously forget, that with death also brings us choices.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">To live life alive or to die with the deceased.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Most of us choose, often unconsciously, to the latter.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">We choose to continue live in sadness, but what is more worst, we unconsciously end the immortality of our deceased beloved by inconsciently erasing their knowledge, wisdoms and love.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">A fact that is surely will be contested by many.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">You whom I love with the love of God.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Nature has thought us much about death. On the vast body of Lady Earth Gaia, her children celebrate life and death. </span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">They do so with such grandeur base on one simple death brings life to life.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">If one would walk through the western plane, home to this ancient being, if one look a bit attentively, one could never miss to notice that they stood tall as if being planted in distinct lines and rows. </span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">And if one would look a little more attentively, one would see that they grow on the trunks of their fallen forefathers.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">In the embrace of Lady Gaia, the demise of one, no matter how violently and unwanted, would create a cradle for a new life to bloom.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Death bring pause only to our physical self not to our soul, virtue, identity and wisdom.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Making us live forever.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Let the loved ones that have leave us behind become one of the immortals.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Make them immortals by letting their soul, virtue, identity and wisdom grew with us and within our sons and daughters.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">And we too, when it is our time to part, shall become one of the forever living.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">All of you whom I love with the love of God.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I silenced my mind in fear that the voice of my mind be the whispers of the PRINCE OF AGNUS - the child of fire.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I prison my heart from being love in fear that my love could not be at par to the love being given to me hence making me a HALF DEAD as I am now.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I tried my best to distance my self from sympathy in one's mind, love in one's heart and kindness in one's hands in fear that the DEMONS IN ME would stop me to return all that in kind or even in the very least.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I am a man with nothing in my hand, ignorance in my mind and emptiness in my heart. A man such as I am is a being who is LIVING LIKE A DEAD MAN.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I wrote what I wrote because I love you.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />---oo0oo---</div><div align="center"><br />...and with this end, another end begins...</div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center">oo(O)oo </div><div align="center"><br /><em>ANSWER ME THIS</em></div><div align="center"><br />-o0o-</div><div align="center"><br /><em>beloved friends tell me please, </em></div><div align="center"><em>if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</em></div><div align="center"><em>or, it is the end that would spawn your bliss, </em></div><div align="center"><em>tell me so that for you I may wheel, </em></div><div align="center"><em>a cart for this tale and banish all crease,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>but,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>be what ever it is that you may ever wish, </em></div><div align="center"><em>feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and give strength to my soul to bring you a dot marking mark a finish.</em></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">WHEN THE DARK ONE COMES</span></div><div align="center"><br />-o0o-</div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">when the dark one come,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">let not smile to tears it succumb,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">let not fear raise his arrogant thumb,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">let not love be turn to a limping lump,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">in confusion when the dark one come.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">the dark one come,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">not to bring glum,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">but notes sweeter than rum,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">something that our children could hum,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">something that we could drum...</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"><br /><em>In another time,</em></div><div align="center"><em>another tale will come. </em></div><div align="center"><em>maybe, </em></div><div align="center"><em>of the things, </em></div><div align="center"><em>the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave. </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>but for now, </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>the Demon would only want to rest.</em></div><div align="center"><em>and rest the Demon will, </em></div><div align="center"><em>in a land where demons are kill,</em></div><div align="center"><em>on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</em></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">_______<strong>THANK YOU</strong>_______</div><div align="center">_______O_______</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">© all rights reserved to the owner of this blog and no copy of the contents in this blog is permitted unless stated otherwise.<br /></span><br /><br /></em> </span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-73480940836652665652008-08-08T04:17:00.003+08:002008-08-17T04:10:19.411+08:00...and I shall continue to wait...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>This be the second week of the fourth month, </em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Year of the Terra Ratus,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>10th day of the 10th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">PARADOX OF TRUTH</span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">A Servant of The Unseen narrated that The Forgotten Lover of The Unseen reminds the Dwellers of Mine that - </span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Truthfulness leads to righteousness, and righteousness leads to Paradise.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />One should keep on telling the truth until one becomes a truthful person.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Falsehood leads to Al-Fajur which would leads to the Fire, and the ones who keep on telling lies till he is written before The Unseen, a liar.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">- Understood Words of The Forgotten Lover of The Unseen #116, Book 73.</span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">"TELL me O Great Sage of the Whites, tell me about the truth," ask the half-dead man, Demon Prince of Agnus to the well dressed ancient sitting at the center of the Great Hall of the Whites.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">"The truth? hmmm..." paused the Ancient One before continuing, "truths are true words of true happenings that would bring happiness to hearts of others."</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">He then continues, "no matter how hard it is one should never tells other than the truth... for the ones who tells other than the truth shall never find happiness in ones life now and here after."</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">The Demon Prince listen attentively before asking again, "but, O Ancient one, true happenings is true to one but a lie to others, hence, would it not be that, the words one use to describe the events would become a lie?"</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="justify"><br />"Regardless." answered the Great Sage before he continues to say: "truth will always and shall always be the words that would bring others happiness. THIS IS THE SUPERCEEDING RULES OF MINE!"</div><div align="justify"><br />"None shall challenge that," warned the Ancient One.</div><div align="justify"><br />With that, the Demon Prince bites his toungue, bowed in unwilling respect to the Great Sage of the Whites and began his retreat.</div><div align="justify"><br />How peculiar this world is, thought the Child of Agnus in his pace away from the Great Hall of the Whites.</div><div align="justify"><br />"Truth will always and shall always be the words that would bring others happiness," he sighed accompanying the confusion that he has on how this superceeding rule dictate the Dwellers of Mine life in a way that profits and give loss to them all at once. </div><div align="justify"><br />In mine, to truth is truthfull if it is accepted by the intended as the wanted to be.</div><div align="justify"><br />The rule of this world is, a statement which one claimed to be truthful no matter how truthfull it is must be challenge to the extended it would be regarded as a lie.</div><div align="justify"><br />No one in this world would accept the thruth even it is as clear as a diamond.</div><div align="justify"><br />An example of this - </div><div align="justify"><br />When love has dried out in the heart of one half of a couple in a relationship, the other half would never accept it if the former tells her of the truth.</div><div align="justify"><br />The only thing that the latter would accept as truth is the opposite of what the former say.</div><div align="justify"><br />That is the law of this world.</div><div align="justify"><br />Hence lies are born.</div><div align="justify"><br />Ironic.</div><div align="justify"><br />How the fire of hell is full by the seeds of haven.</div><div align="justify"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><br />---oo0oo---</div><div align="center"><br /><em>...and again, another end begins...</em></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center">oo(O)oo<em> </em></div><div align="center"><br />THIS BE THE STARTING POINT FOR A MULTITUDE OF ENDINGS</div><div align="center">(this be the place where I have abruptly hid in silence)</div><div align="center"><br />-o0o-</div><div align="center"><br />ANSWER ME THIS</div><div align="center"><br />-o0o-</div><div align="center"><em><br />beloved friends tell me please, </em></div><div align="center"><em>if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>or, </em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>it is the end that would spawn your bliss, </em></div><div align="center"><em>tell me so that for you I may wheel,a cart for this tale and banish all crease,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>but,</em></div><div align="center"><em><br />be what ever that you may ever wish, </em></div><div align="center"><em>feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.</em></div><div align="center"><em><br /></em>___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">SUN AND STARS</span></div><div align="center"><br />-o0o-</div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">look at the sun my love,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">how mighty it looks up above,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">letting light seeps trough the tightest groove,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">giving might to those who have to shove.</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br />but my love,</div><div align="center"><br />the sun is but a single star,</div><div align="center">mighty but still at the mercy of unseen bars,</div><div align="center">an adverse to the twinkling dots we see in the night sky afar,</div><div align="center">who guides the lost in Gaia's scar.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"><br /><em>In another time,</em></div><div align="center"><em>another tale will come.<br />maybe,<br />of the things, </em></div><div align="center"><em>the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.<br />but for now,<br />the Demon would only want to rest.</em></div><div align="center"><em>and rest the Demon will, </em></div><div align="center"><em>in a land where demons were kill,</em></div><div align="center"><em>on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</em></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">_______THANK YOU_______</div><div align="center">_______O_______</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">© all rights reserved to the owner of this blog and no copy of the contents in this blog is permitted unless stated otherwise.</span></em></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-25420009345001208092008-07-29T05:33:00.003+08:002008-07-30T02:09:03.960+08:00...and again and again...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>This be the second week of the fourth month, </em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Year of the Terra Ratus,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>24th day of the 9th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A Matter of Simplicity</span><em> </em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">(continued)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>FORGIVE ME FRIENDS...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I HAVE DELETED THIS POST AS IT IS TOO PERSONAL FOR ME TO </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>REVEAL</strong>.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">---oo0oo---</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>...and again, another end begins...</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">oo(O)oo<em> </em></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">THIS BE THE STARTING POINT FOR A MULTITUDE OF ENDINGS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>(this be the place where i have abruptly hid in silence)</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">-o0o-</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>ANSWER ME THIS</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">-o0o-<em> </em></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>beloved friends tell me please, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>or, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>tell me so that for you I may wheel,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>a cart for this tale and banish all crease,</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>but, </em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>be what ever that you may ever wish, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><em>and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish. </em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I HATE TO LOVE YOU</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">-o0o-</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Time fails not to spawn great romance,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>tales of greatness that the heart enhance,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>just like how the swans in dance,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>maketh a mad man die in trance.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>But wary O those who glance,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>at the beauty of that brings you trance,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>tales of love have hidden lances,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>that will pierce your hearts giving you no chance.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>No matter how great is the love we have glance,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>know be you of the truth of the swan's dance,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>the purity that love enhance,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>hids the ugliness of lust flounce.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Making hurt weigh more that a numberless ounce.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">In another time,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">another tale will come.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">maybe,</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">but for now,</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">the Demon would only want to rest.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">And rest the Demon will, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">in a land where demons were kill,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">_______THANK YOU_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;">_______O_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">©all rights reserved to the owner of this blog and no copy of the contents in this blog is permitted unless statedotherwise.</span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-46235087983555802262008-07-22T08:03:00.004+08:002008-07-29T05:33:34.225+08:00...the more complicated things get...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">This be the first week of the fourth month, </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Second year of being a slave to a slave, </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Year of the Terra Ratus,</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><br />22nd day of the 9th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">A Matter of Simplicity </span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">...and again, another end begins...</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">oo(O)oo<em> </em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">THE CHILD AND THE SEA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">-o0o-</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">what a lovely sight is the raging sea,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">to the child that sleeps within me,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">a war of winds and water that is salty,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">that brings calm to where draughts was once mighty,</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">oblivious to the sleeping child in me,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">to the sad stories behind a seaman trophies,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">as all to him are marks of glory,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">to a dead hero who fought with no worries.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">In another time,another tale will come.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">maybe,<br />of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.<br />but for now,<br />the Demon would only want to rest, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">and rest the Demon will, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">in a land where demons were kill,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">_______THANK YOU_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">_______O_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:78%;">©all rights reserved to the owner of this blog and no copy of the contents in this blog is permitted unless statedotherwise</span>.</span></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-13047880186585300282008-03-01T06:03:00.003+08:002008-03-01T07:10:05.985+08:00...and I give you this...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>This be the third week of the First month, </em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Year of the Terra Murinus,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>22nd day of the 4th moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance...</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center">___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Coming Out From My Long Slumber</span><br /></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">(an update of a sort)</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center">___________ooOoo___________<br /></div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify"><em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">YAWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.... hmmmmmmppph...</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hello...long time no see ya? Forgive me if you have waited longer than you should for me to crawl out of my old smelly blanket. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;">I really need that nap, though it is nothing close to a sound sleep, it brought me a few grains of rest to a mind that is no less than a mess.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Yup, still a whole load of mess my head and my existence is.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>No matter, up to this point of life, I have gotten used to it.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>In my recent four months of forced nap, I had many dreams. </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>In those dreams...</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I was given power,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I and she who is no longer and will never be mine unhid our love to each other,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I succumb to the love of a lover who owns not the throne of my heart,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I was place out side the walls of my heart's fortress,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I was made slave to the one that I should enslave,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I found a pillow to rest at the edge of haven's sewers,</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>and, </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I made a crown from hells' brimstones.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Maybe, I would tell you more of each and every one of them, or, maybe I won't.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>As all they keys of my tales, lay firmly in your hold.</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><br />---oo0oo---</div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">...and again, another end begins...</span></em></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center">oo(O)oo </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;">STARTING POINT WHERE THE ENDS BEGINS</span></em></div><div align="center">(<span style="color:#999999;">this be the place where i have abruptly hid in silence</span>)<br /></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center">oo(O)oo<em><br /></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">CLOSE YOUR EYES</span></em></div><div align="center">(<span style="color:#666666;">final installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation</span>)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Said the lord(s) and ladi(es) of this intangible plane of existence to the Demon Prince - </span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Master Demon, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></em><em><span style="font-size:130%;">That is what i used to do. Emptied my heart...closed my eyes, let my mind float until i disappear in my own darkness...<br /></span></div></em><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Escapade...</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><br /></em></div><div align="center"><em>- The Traveling Lady Sue - </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><br /></div></em>---oo0oo---<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>LET your self loose and be in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Inhale, with the greatest ease that you can muster; deliberately, slowly but most importantly, inhale luxuriously.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Then exhale in the same manner.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Lift all strain from your lovely eyes, yes, lift them from those lovely tired eyes that have never cease to be burden with the darkness that lies behind everything bright.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Keep taking those relaxing luxurious breaths and do not pause your efforts to lift those burdens.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Keep doing it until you reach, in your mind, the dark void where everything that you know ceases to exist.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>There, empty your heart, your soul and your mind. Make them as empty as the dark void it self.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Think of none, wish of none, and feel of none.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Think of none, wish of none, feel of none except for how free and weightless your self is in that void.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Think of it, wish for it, and feel for it.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Think of it, wish for it, and feel for it, until you can see you body float in all nothingness and in all darkness.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>So free.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>So relaxed.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>So peaceful.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>So serene.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Think of it, wish for it, and feel for it, until you can see you body float in all nothingness and in all darkness until you feel that your physical body ceases to exist in the mortal planes no more.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Let your self loose and in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Bask your self in this newfound existence...</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Bask your self in it and take your time enjoying it until you can see and even feel a growing light brightening your surroundings.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Bask your self in your new existence and in the warmth of the growing light brightening your surroundings until familiar shapes began to show themselves to you.</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><div align="justify"><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Bask your self in your new existence while enjoying the warmth of the growing light brightening your surroundings accompanied by the familiar shapes that began to materialized until you can feel their textures and find serenity in their beauty and find rejuvenation in their sweet sweet smells.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Bask your self in your new existence while enjoying the warmth of the growing light brightening your surroundings accompanied by the familiar shapes that began to materialized enhanced by the multitude of textures while serenading to the serenity of the sweet sweet smells until it become your reality in this moment that lays hidden between a blink of the eyes.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Let your self be free in this reality.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Let your self loose and in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Take, at first, small little deliberate steps in this new reality that you have found and walk with put the tiniest of care until you can feel the pavements made from dark sweet chocolate bricks.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>It smells nice isn't it? Savor it, savor the sweet smell of the chocolate bricks pavement until you can smell the scent of havenly flowers interlaced with it.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Look around for the source of that interlaced smell, look with a smile and you will find the source with a laughter.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>When you have found it, touch it and feel it. So soft, so lovely.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Lay down, on them.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Na ah ... don't you dare let worry sneak in to your heart. Just lay on down on those havenly flowers and trust that they'll take you like a very plush bed do.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Now sleep. Sleep so very soundly without any care. Rest your tire mind and soul while savoring the zest of these flowers of heaven. When you have really rested, continue exploring this newfound reality. Travel again on the chocolate bricks pavement while savoring the sweet scents of heaven and the lovely songs of paradise birds. </em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Dance to their songs. </em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Jiggle with them. </em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Humble your worries with them, not stop even until you reach a magnificent castle at the end of the road...</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Beautiful is it not the castle those towers that stood magnificently in front of, and look, it seems like the valiant guards at the gates are smiling and gesturing you to come.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Though with out words, you can still hear their soft yet strong voices greets you, and if you listen carefully, you would realize that they are greeting you as if you are one of the royalties that resides here.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Well, you are...</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Again, let your self loose and be in comfort, limber down all of your limbs and free all care that plagues your mind.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Inhale, with the greatest ease that you can muster; deliberately, slowly but most importantly, inhale luxuriously.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Then exhale in the same manner.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Let no strain kiss your lovely eyes, gaining that, enjoy this new found existence in this age old realm.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Keep taking those relaxing luxurious breaths and do not stop your enjoyment.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Now, close your eyes.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Stand up straight.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Beginning with slow diliberate turns, start swirling your body.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Pick up the pace, make it go faster and faster.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Untill all that is so clear became blur.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Blurring bits by bits until darkness falls back to the place it once reign.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Stop.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Its ugly is it not? To be once again in this place that you tried hard to make foreign?</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Which is more to your likings? This one or the one that you have just left?<br /></em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>Look at both of your palms.</em></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em>The place you longed for is there.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><<span style="color:#999999;">-END-</span>></div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify"><br /><em></em></div><div align="center">-o0o-</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ANSWER ME THIS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="center">-o0o-<em> </em></div><div align="center"><br /><em></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">beloved friends tell me please, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">or, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">tell me so that for you I may wheel,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">a cart for this tale and banish all crease,</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">but, </span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">be what ever that you may ever wish, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">and give strength to my soul to bring a dot marking mark a finish.</span> </em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">THE CHILD AND THE SKY</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center">-o0o-<br /><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><em><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">the little child stare staright at the sky,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">his eyes shouted to the sky a red stare of bile, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">his tears reek hideous blight,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">his lips whispered a truth not nay,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">fisticuffs be the feast of this night,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">as hurt reigns in the place of his smile,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">something he thought the sky sowed in guile,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">by hiding shines that are gentle and mild, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and bring forth storms that made all sacrosancts rile,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">pointing to him a divine lie.</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">but, </span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">the sky kept sporting a havenly smile,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">that kept the soil under the child's feet fertile,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and chase hunger far from his mama's scullery,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">by keeping the fire merry,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and making the stove proof its worthy,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">so that what was once raw became a lovely fricassee,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">that would make darkness say goodbye,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">hence giving place to a lovely smile,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">and calmed the heart of a sadden child.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center">___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">In another time,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">another tale will come.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">maybe,</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">but for now,</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">the Demon would only want to rest.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">and rest the Demon will, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">in a land where demons were kill,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#999999;">on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em></em></div><div align="center">___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">_______<span style="color:#999999;">THANK YOU</span>_______</div><div align="center">_______O_______</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:85%;">©all rights reserved to the owner of this blog and no copy of the contents in this blog is permitted unless stated</span><br />otherwise</span><em>.<br /></em></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-84922837350990488542007-12-29T01:16:00.001+08:002008-03-01T06:02:14.903+08:00...and some more...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Third week of the 10th month, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Period of the Moon of the Popping Trees,</em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis,</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>9th day of the 2nd month since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...</em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>CLOSE YOUR EYES</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">(<span style="color:#999999;"><em>5th installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation</em></span>)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em>LONELINESS</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><em>in the womb of darkness,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>man would feel the presence of eternity, </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>in the embrace of fear,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>man would feel the sound of truth,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>in the bellows of silenced sadness,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>man would feel the sweetness of love,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>as in all those that we call as night,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>a valiant would burn and brings forth light, </em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>but the valor of this staggering hero,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>would only be as near as the hiding tomorrow,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>if the loneliness we take as our clan,</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>we left lifeless in our hands.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">note - this was made based on the entry written by Lady Abby the Cosmic Traveller at http://cosmicabyss.wordpress.com/</span></div><div align="center"><em><br /></em><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>In another time,another tale will come.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>maybe,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>but for now,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>the Demon would only want to rest,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>and rest the Demon will, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>in a land where demons were kill,</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</em></span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>THANK YOU</strong></span>_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______O_______</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">© all rights reserved to the owner of this blog and no copy of the contents in this blog is permitted unless stated otherwise.<br /></span></div></em></span>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-88727598250583682572007-12-24T00:27:00.000+08:002007-12-29T01:15:46.422+08:00...and and and...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Third week of the 10th month, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Period of the Moon of the Popping Trees,</em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis,</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>9th day of the 2nd month since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...</em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>CLOSE YOUR EYES</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:75%;">(<span style="color:#999999;">4th installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation</span>)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">-o0o-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>ANSWER ME THIS</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">-o0o-</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:75%;color:#c0c0c0;">beloved friends tell me please, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:75%;color:#c0c0c0;">if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:75%;color:#c0c0c0;">or, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:75%;color:#c0c0c0;">it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:75%;color:#c0c0c0;">tell me so that for you I may wheel,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:75%;color:#c0c0c0;">a path for this tale and banish all crease,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:75%;color:#c0c0c0;">but, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:75%;color:#c0c0c0;">what ever it is that you wish, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:75%;color:#c0c0c0;">feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:75%;color:#c0c0c0;">and give strength to my soul to bring a dot to mark a finish.</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><em><br /></em><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo </span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em>STILL UNMOVED</em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Be still, in the frames of my fading heart. </em></div><div align="center"><em>how could I fidget in the place that I dare not part,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Taste my veins again, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and forget the sweetness of an autumn rain, </em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>with crimson memories dripping off your tongue. </em></div><div align="center"><em>the drops of heaven that bring your scent in my rotten veins, </em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Tear my skin, and drink it up as you do your bourbon. </em></div><div align="center"><em>that brings me warmth as a blanket do to a hapless new born,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Stop loving with your gaze.</em></div><div align="center"><em>who could only gaze in daze as if lost in a maze,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>And if you escape through my pair of lungs, </em></div><div align="center"><em>when his life force is chased out with a tearful song,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>spilling out ecstasy, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and take him away from life mimicking fantasy,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>I'll inhale every bit of you, </em></div><div align="center"><em>chocking him like the stench of the bayou,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>the whole of you, </em></div><div align="center"><em>whom poison is as sweet a the morning dew,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>even when you reek of her. </em></div><div align="center"><em>masked by a beautiful black flower,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Strip my name from me, </em></div><div align="center"><em>stripping a name that has been branded in his heart so deeply, </em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>for your epiphany to take after, </em></div><div align="center"><em>making the cheer of an epiphany sounded like an eulogy,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>for your songs to sing it, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and robbing the tunes from a song like a heartless bandit,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>for your girlfriend to hate it.</em></div><div align="center"><em>even when it seems there’s another that to mend it,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Be still, my love, </em></div><div align="center"><em>when all could see that I will nay to fidget,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>in the frames of my bleeding heart.</em></div><div align="center"><em>in the the place that I dare not part,</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:75%;">note - this was made based on the poetry written by Lady Fara at </span><a href="http://faranoh.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:75%;">http://faranoh.blogspot.com/</span></a></div><div align="center"><em><br /></em><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:75%;color:#999999;"><em>In another time,another tale will come.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:75%;color:#999999;"><em>maybe,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:75%;color:#999999;"><em>of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:75%;color:#999999;"><em>but for now,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:75%;color:#999999;"><em>the Demon would only want to rest,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:75%;color:#999999;"><em>and rest the Demon will, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:75%;color:#999999;"><em>in a land where demons were kill,</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:75%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</em></span> </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>THANK YOU</strong></span>_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______O_______</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:75%;">©all rights reserved to the owner of this blog and no copy of the contents in this blog is permitted unless stated otherwise.<br /></span></div></em></span>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-22643996845406425662007-12-22T20:01:00.000+08:002007-12-24T00:47:39.762+08:00...and buaerkk...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Third week of the 10th month, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis,</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>22nd day of the 1st moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...</em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>CLOSE YOUR EYES</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">(<span style="color:#999999;">3rd installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation</span>)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong>Dreaming of the Sea</strong> </em></div><em><div align="center"><br />Close your eyes and dream of the sea,</em></div><div align="center"><em>there between the waves its me whom you'll see,</em></div><div align="center"><em>flung a wave and a kiss for me,</em></div><div align="center"><em>because this is the only place where together we will be, </em></div><div align="center"><em>as I am a slave bound to duty,</em></div><div align="center"><em>enslave by a clot that is free,</em></div><div align="center"><em>so flung a wave and a kiss for me,</em></div><div align="center"><em>let the waves drown me be, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and let me drink Neptune's tea,</em></div><div align="center"><em>a fate best suit a slave like me.<br /><br /></em><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>In another time,another tale will come.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>maybe,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>but for now,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>the Demon would only want to rest,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>and rest the Demon will, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>in a land where demons are kill,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><em>on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</em></span> </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>THANK YOU</strong></span>_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______O_______</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">©all rights reserved to the owner of this blog and no copy of the contents in this blog is permitted unless stated otherwise.<br /></span></div></em></span>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-14389871375475230442007-12-13T00:56:00.000+08:002007-12-22T19:37:21.771+08:00...and burp...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Third week of the 10th month, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis,</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>22nd day of the 1st moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ... </em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>CLOSE YOUR EYES</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">(<span style="color:#999999;">3rd installment to the beginning of a series of a continuation</span>)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Said the lord(s) and ladi(es) of this intangible plane of existence to the Demon Prince -<br />Master Demon, </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>That is what i used to do. Emptied my heart...closed my eyes, let my mind float until i disappear in my own darkness...</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Escapade..</em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">- <span style="color:#999999;"><strong>The Traveling Lady Sue</strong></span> -</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>---oo0oo---</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>ANSWER ME THIS</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">-o0o- </span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">beloved friends tell me please, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">or, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">tell me so that for you I may wheel,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">a path for this tale and banish all crease,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">but, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">what ever it is that you wish, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#999999;">and give strength to my soul to bring a dot to mark a finish.</span> </span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>LONG ROAD</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><em>long road lies ahead,</em></div><div align="center"><em>short paces he began to thread,</em></div><div align="center"><em>dark night he tries to fled,</em></div><div align="center"><em>darker day is what he get.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>sad song be his fad,</em></div><div align="center"><em>happy days makes he fret,</em></div><div align="center"><em>wonder where up and down will be wed,</em></div><div align="center"><em>wonders why her red cheeks are wet.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>long road he still tries to thread, </em></div><div align="center"><em>short distance he only gets,</em></div><div align="center"><em>front and back are pals he never met,</em></div><div align="center"><em>only pebbles be his dying bed...</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">In another time,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">another tale will come.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">maybe,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">but for now,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">the Demon would only want to rest.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">and rest the Demon will, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">in a land where demons are kill,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<strong><span style="color:#999999;">THANK YOU</span></strong>_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______O_______</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">®all rights reserved to the owner of this blog and no copy of the contents in this blog is permited unless stated otherwise.</span></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-52819900546992491512007-12-10T01:03:00.000+08:002007-12-13T00:56:25.082+08:00...and what...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Second week of the 10th month, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis,</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>22nd day of the 1st moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ...</em></div><div align="center"><em><br /></em><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">CLOSE YOUR EYES</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(<span style="color:#999999;">2nd isntalment to the begining of a siries of a continuation</span>)</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><strong>ANSWER ME THIS</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">-o0o<em>-</em></span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">beloved friends tell me please, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">or, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">tell me so that for you I may wheel,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">a path for this tale and banish all crease,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">but, what ever it is that you wish, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">and give strength to my soul to bring a dot to mark a finish.</span> </em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>MORNING</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><em>I opened my eyes this morning, </em></div><div align="center"><em>I felt how fast my heart keep beating,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I know that the lights are not lying,</em></div><div align="center"><em>When it shine on your face my darling...</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>I hope there'll no ending, </em></div><div align="center"><em>to this beautiful sight I'm seeing,</em></div><div align="center"><em>coz I fear the yearning that is coming, </em></div><div align="center"><em>when I hear what the strings are playing... </em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Darling can you hear me wondering,</em></div><div align="center"><em>wheather my life has any meaning, </em></div><div align="center"><em>if open my eyes this morning,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and see that only the pillows I'm hugging...</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>And darling can you see me crying, </em></div><div align="center"><em>in my prayers for every evening, </em></div><div align="center"><em>hope the god forgive my sinning,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and let me wake beside you again my darling..</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Coz I hate to wait for that morning,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and realise its you I'm missing,</em></div><div align="center"><em>as it would make my life have no meaning,</em></div><div align="center"><em>when you are not there to share my feelings.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">In another time,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">another tale will come.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">maybe,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">But for now,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">theDemon would only want to rest.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">and rest the Demon will, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">in a land where demons are kill,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<strong><span style="color:#999999;">THANK YOU</span></strong>_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______O_______</span></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-30470992117432282112007-12-06T01:21:00.000+08:002007-12-09T23:10:18.118+08:00...and knock knopck...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Second week of the 10th month, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis,</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>22nd day of the 1st moth since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ... </em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><em><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">CLOSE YOUR EYES</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">(<span style="color:#999999;">the begining of a sirie of continuation</span>)</span></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">ANSWER ME THIS</span></div><div align="center">-o0o- </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:100%;">beloved friends tell me please, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">or, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">tell me so that for you I may wheel,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">a path for this tale and banish all crease,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">but, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">what ever it is that you wish, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">and give strength to my soul to bring a dot to mark a finish.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /></em><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>INVISIBLE</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Shooting star from haven afar,</em></div><div align="center"><em>shining bright in sky ajar,</em></div><div align="center"><em>light the rainbow I see so far,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and heal away my prayers' scar,</em></div><div align="center"><em>because here I be in between these passing cars,</em></div><div align="center"><em>still I stood waiting for a partner to parr,</em></div><div align="center"><em>amongst those paleskins in that lonlely bar,</em></div><div align="center"><em>so I could dance with an ugly mama,</em></div><div align="center"><em>making all call me a dashing papa,</em></div><div align="center"><em>a name that would free me from a cutie glee,</em></div><div align="center"><em>that stung my heart like a fearless bee,</em></div><div align="center"><em>making me be what you want me be,</em></div><div align="center"><em>just like the air in space that you claim to see.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><br /></em><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">In another time,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">another tale will come.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">maybe,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">But for now,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">theDemon would only want to rest.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">and rest the Demon will, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">in a land where demons are kill,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">THANK YOU</span></strong>_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______O_______</span></div><div align="justify"></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-63102482377584865662007-11-29T01:16:00.000+08:002007-11-30T01:55:15.551+08:00...and once more we continue...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Second week of the 10th month, </em></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis,</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>8th morn since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ... </em></span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span> </span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>To the Demon the lords and ladies of this unseen realm said: </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I have seen many men who have shed tears. Though I find it quite touching (considering the circumstances), most of the time, I find crying men rather sappy!</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Sorry to say guys, but crying men are a big no-no for me.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>- <span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Madam Ailin of Aalborg</span> - </em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><em></em></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Tears belong to both men and women, thus, they should be shed, according to psychologists, by both.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Some ladies are put off by a man's tears as much as some men are put off by a lady's giggles.Life offers both options.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>- <span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Count Byron, Intangible father to the Demon</span> -</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="justify"><br /></div><em></em></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Now that is an interesting thought.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>- <span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Lady of Thoughts, Lady Aida</span> -</em></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="justify"><br /></div><em></em></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Apasalahnya kalau nangis pun...kata manusia...mesti ada perasaan kan..kan...</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>- <span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Madam Mak Lang, A Mother that reminds me of my own</span> -<br /><br /></div></em></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Mommy bilang menangis tu bagus untuk kita.Bila kita menangis, hati kita jadi lembut, tak keras macam batu.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Bila kita menangis, tak bermakna kita lemah.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Bila kita menangis, hati kita jadi kuat sebab semua perkara-perkara negatif akan ikut keluar dari system kita bersama airmata kita.<br /></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Therefore, it's okay to cry melord...</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>- <span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Lady of the East, Lady Rinn</span> - </em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I think, for a man to be in tears does not take away the dignity. It takes real strength to be able to shed a tear or two. For a show of even the simplest of emotion is generally viewed as *not manly*. But why should there be a double standard between a man and a woman?</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>That is society's crap.<br /></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Everybody deserves to shed a tear or two.A man who whines is the man with less dignity, not the man who shed the tear. Shed the tear... and then be brave to move forward on a more positive mode and outlook.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>- <span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;">Lady Simah</span> - </em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span><em> </em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Beads of a Man's Shame</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(<span style="color:#c0c0c0;">continued as at 30th of November 2007</span>)</span><em> </em></span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span><em> </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>THEY say, the most priceless of all things in the world is the tears of a smiling man. </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>It is priceless as a man should never shed no tears, for if he ever does, than the man has left his chest shy form any sort of honor and that emptiness is replaced by shame. </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>The value of a smiling man tears, is further expanded by the fact that it is the rarest of the rarest possession of a man and to lose it would mean he has lost all that has gave meaning to word dignity. </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>The price is further more intensified by the fact if a smiling man shed his tears, he has rape dry the purity of his inner strength making him lost all rights and meanings of being a man.<br />Thus, that be the reasons that those tears were given a solemn name. </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>The Beads of a Man's Shame. </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>A fairly unfair name for a unfortunate son in a justly unjust game of life... </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>If, what is being said by the dwellers of Mine about the value of the Beads of A Man Shame is true, than it would mean that, the Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness is the richest poorest man in this world of should nots.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>The Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness, is man who has everything that he owns not. </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>All that he owns is the birthrights of others, even the air that he breathe and the freedom that he has.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>He leads a life filled with ironies that it makes the most sour stale fruits taste like the luxuriant dish of haven.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>True to the truest of tales, that the Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness is the richest of all man in Mine.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>In the Edict of Mine, it is stated that, everything in this world comes with a price, but none should ever shy the price of happiness.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>That Edict of Mine should also be read with a Bylaws of Being in Mine which stated that; Happiness in Mine should be in the form of Happiness of Others that should be nurtured trough unquestionable self sacrifice.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>The underlying translation to both of these, could be found in the superseding Collectively Agreed Mine's Code of Life by the Higher Lords of the Whites, Blacks and Grey (Common Rule of Mine). </em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>One of the Common Rule stated; Happiness can never be owned but granted to any man or resident of Mine can only when the Lords of Whites, Blacks and Greys have collectively agreed, under their own understandings, the definition of happiness.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>These governing phrase of Mine makes happiness second only, if not at par, with the value of the Beads of a Man's Shame, and, by that means, can only equally bartered with them.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>No man could live in Mine or whatever world there is without happiness. But what is this thin called happiness?</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>In the eyes of the Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness, happiness comes in the form of the sweetest, most sincere and purest smiles on the face of those he love.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>But these smiles, are truly tricksters in disguise. They are much similar in nature like the beautiful Rose, sweet, beautiful but thorny. To truly hold a rose, one should bear the pain of its thorns.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>To truly have those smiles, one have to bear the bitterness of losing one wanting.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>The Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness must fore go all of the wants that he has as a man, just to have a glimpse and just to have a tiny taste of happiness.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><em>"Thy gold and fold are Sirens of the Sea, Whereas The One You Took Lightly is where thy reward be"</em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Understood Verse 15 of the 64th Chapter of the Book that We Ignore</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Ah yes... one's gold and one's fold are Sirens of the Sea.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Beautiful they might be, truthfully to treacherous waters they lead the unwary be.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Important they are, potent they are more.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Careful if we not, in pain one would be.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Such is the fate of The Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness, his fold and his gold be his undying need.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>The gold is for the fold, and the fold is for the gold.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>For as long as he can remember, both he could no never let go from his heart's hold; and for the same length of time, all that are his, is all that is theirs.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>A sweet sad sojourning existence in Mine.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Said the Man that We Left Being Dead: </em></div><div align="center"><em>"The Plane of Mortals is sweet and green (alluring) and verily,</em></div><div align="center"><em>The One You Took Lightly will send thee vicegerent;</em></div><div align="center"><em>to see the manner thy act.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Wary thy be of The Crooked Rib Bone, verily, It is the first trial for the Proud Sons of Slaves".</em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">- The Words of the Man We Left Being Dead -</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Understood Heritage 6606 o fthe Bard's Book 36</span></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em></em></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Over time, the Urge of Man seeps trough the The Smiling Man of Hidden Sadness.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>In the beginning, this urging is as pure and innocent as the morning drops of dews. To him, the fulfillment of this urge must be done accordingly to the Codes of Haven, in which, its adherence would be the peace for the fold and bring the feast of gold.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>At least, that is what he believe to be true.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>But as the sands of time bulks in to towering Stones of Age, this believe has been scrape bits by bits by bits.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>The man who undyingly believe this adherence would bring him closer to an eternal freedom, now beginning to die little by little as the happiness he seeks turns slowly in to an unwanted sadness.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Why? He ask both haven and hell, must it be as it be.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Only to be given a silent answer...</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />-o0o-</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">ANSWER ME THIS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">-o0o-</span><em> </em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>beloved friends tell me please, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>or, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>tell me so that for you I may wheel,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>a path for this tale and banish all crease,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>but, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>what ever it is that you wish, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>and give strength to my soul to bring a dot to mark a finish. </em></span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________</div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>THE LOUDNESS OF SILENCE</strong></span></div><div align="center">-o0o-</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Child,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>if you keep pacing the mile,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>this world will show its wild,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>where one's thirst be quenched only by bile,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>sieve from the Pharaohs' Nile,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>and only tears be the pillars of a smile,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>a smile paved by guile.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>But Child,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>if you stop and sit for a while,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>and takes breaths that ever so mild,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>you would see trough all of the lies,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>that hid the colors of a butterfly,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>freeing the world's inner cry,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>a cry that bring tears to Gabriel's eye.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>And Child, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>listen ever so carefully to that cry,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>listen to the loudness that has never shy,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>listen as it comes from a heart that you could not buy,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>listen so that you would know why,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>listen so that your tears would dry,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>listen so that you know bed where the world lie.<br /></div></em></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>And find the loudness of silence in you and I.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />___________ooOoo___________ </div><div align="center">oo(O)oo</div><div align="center">_______<strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">THANK YOU</span></strong>_______ </div><div align="center">_______O_______</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-35121973847277276072007-11-10T01:06:00.000+08:002007-11-29T01:15:25.620+08:00...and we shall continue to dance...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ... </em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Second week of the 10th month, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Second year of being a slave to a slave, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis,</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>8th morn since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ... </em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Beads of a Man's Shame</span></strong> </em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">(continued)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><br><em><strong>THE LOUDNESS OF</strong> <strong>SILENCE<br /><br></strong>Child,</em></div><div align="center"><em>if you keep pacing the mile,</em></div><div align="center"><em>tis world will show its wild,</em></div><div align="center"><em>where one's thirst be quenched only by bile,</em></div><div align="center"><em>sieve from the Pharaohs’ Nile,</em></div><div align="center"><em>making tears be the pillars of a smile,</em></div><div align="center"><em>a smile paved by guile.</em></div><div align="center"><em><br />But Child,</em></div><div align="center"><em>if you stop and sit for a while,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and take breaths that are mild,</em></div><div align="center"><em>you would see trough all the lies,</em></div><div align="center"><em>that hid the colors of a butterfly,</em></div><div align="center"><em>freeing the world's inner cry,</em></div><div align="center"><em>that would bring tears to Gabriel's eye.<br /></em></div><div align="center"><br><em>And Child, </em></div><div align="center"><em>listen ever so carefully to that cry,</em></div><div align="center"><em>listen to the loudness that never shy,</em></div><div align="center"><em>listen as it comes not form those who are shy,</em></div><div align="center"><em>listen so that you would know why,</em></div><div align="center"><em>listen so that your tears would dry,</em></div><div align="center"><em>listen so that you know where the source shy.</em></div><div align="center"><em><br />And find the loudness of silence in you and I.<br></em><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">-o0o-</span></div><div align="center"><strong>ANSWER ME THIS</strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">-o0o-</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em>beloved friends tell me please, </em></div><div align="center"><em>if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,</em></div><div align="center"><em>or, </em></div><div align="center"><em>it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss, </em></div><div align="center"><em>tell me so that for you I may wheel this,</em></div><div align="center"><em>a path for this tale and banish all crease,</em></div><div align="center"><em>but, </em></div><div align="center"><em>be waht may that you wish, </em></div><div align="center"><em>feed my mind with thoughts as a dish, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and give strength to my soul to bring you a dot to mark a finish. </em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">___________ooOoo___________ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">oo(O)oo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">_______<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">THANK YOU</span></strong>_______ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">_______O_______</span></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-35283789165868864732007-10-24T01:05:00.000+08:002007-11-10T02:06:46.455+08:00...and to you I say hello...<p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...<br /></span></em></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>First week of the 8th month,<br />Second year of being a slave to a slave,<br />Year of the Ignis Mialis,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>8th morn since the West is reluctantly shade by distance ... </em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________<br />oo(O)oo</span><br /></p></span><p></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Beads of a Man's Shame</strong></span> </em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________<br />oo(O)oo</span> </span></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#999999;">ANSWER ME THIS</span></strong></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">-o0o-</span> </span></p><div align="center"><br /><span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>beloved friends tell me please,<br />if it is the end of this beginning be the root to your ease,<br />or,<br />it is the beginning of this end that would spawn your bliss,<br />tell me so that for you I may wheel this,<br />a path for this tale and banish all crease,<br />but,<br />be what may that you wish,<br />feed my mind with thoughts as a dish,<br />and give strength to my soul to bring you a dot to mark a finish.</em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span><span><span style="color:#999999;">___________ooOoo___________<br />oo(O)oo </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">_______<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">THANK YOU</span></strong>_______ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">_______O_______</span></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-21734662427089478482007-09-17T21:40:00.000+08:002007-09-22T22:00:46.805+08:00...and we shall meet again...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Dawn of the time for humility, humbleness and tears, </em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis,</em></div><div align="justify"><em>6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave,</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Days to the first day for the journey to the West...</em></div><div align="justify"><em></em> </div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="center"><br><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________<br />oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><br><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Dedicated to Little Nurin</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>from a father of none</strong></span></em></div><em><div align="center"><br><br />On this day that I saw your dried tears,</div><div align="center">I pledge my vows and lifted my spears,</div><div align="center">and let loose a war cry so all could hear,</div><div align="center">I paint my eyes black and pay homage to the devil’s lair,</div><div align="center">and wage my soul to barter this unjust despair,</div><div align="center">I ask him unto me he would give the hideous of stare,</div><div align="center">so that I find this son of an unholy night mare,</div><div align="center">and hunt him down with out any care,</div><div align="center">once he lays under my anger snare,</div><div align="center">I will gnaw his heart bare, </div><div align="center">while life still dangles in sinful hair,</div><div align="center">and I will drink his blood in cups of pair,</div><div align="center">then I will pluck each and every one of his beastly hair,</div><div align="center">and make a lace out of that bastard stare,</div><div align="center">so all bestial man be aware,</div><div align="center">this world shall never be his damned soul's lair.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">and this is from Master Wailer</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">to the beloved </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Little Nurin</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><br></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>there she is above - smiling down before us, </em></div><div align="center"><em>an innocence robbed by a beast with no name.</em></div><div align="center"><em>pray for her heavenly ascension we must,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and bring all hell to the devil without shame.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>El Excaecavi Cabalero</strong></span> </em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Since the time the Demon Prince was born, there sat a man on a large boulder at halfway trough the path that leads to the peak of Mount Amoris from the edge of the Necessitudo Forest.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Ever the same since the Glorified Child of Agnus first learn to feel, he has watch that man vigilantly stand his post guarding the prized treasure of the Blood.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He sat at the same boulder in the same posture, never fidgeting nor does he twicth no matter what manner of trials nor the shape of lustful inveiglement the Fool and Ananke of the Major Arcana present him with.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It seems like since eternity, the man sat loosely with his back on the boulder with one leg folded close to his chest and the other straighten loosely while an arm rested on the folded leg while the other clutching a rested, but, unscathed rustic yet shining sword together with a war beaten shield.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He sat like that with his face forever facing West, but eyes traveling every where and never failing a sweet smile paved on a stream of shaded tears.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The tales that have been told from fathers to to fathers, says that the freedom of his body is anchored by the burden of the heart, for his heart can never let go the Treasures of Blood that he has forever guarded.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>They say, since the dawn of time, he longed to roam the Necessitudo Forest, hunt its wild, bathe and drink from its clear sweet running rivers, feast of the lush full fruits from its highest of trees and rest under the blanket of the stars above.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, if he fulfils this seemingly wanton longing, then the Treasures of the Blood would be desecrated by the hands of The Avidiorus.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>An act that will for certain mark his death.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the eyes of the Whites or even the Blacks, the Treasures of the Blood, worth none lesser than the Earthly Haven.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Possession of the Treasures of the Blood would satisfy many of their needs.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>These treasures are not in the form of gems nor precious steel, but, aged trees that are surrounded by young green saplings which feed and quenched his thirst.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Another Treasure of the Blood that he sturdily guards is the flowers with white red laced petals that grew at the base of the boulder where he sat who’s scent crawl deep in to his heart giving him life and will as a living man.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Paradoxically, though all gave him life, he is dying slowly inside.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>All the years he has sentries the Treasures of the Blood has taken a mortal toll on him.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>El Excaecavi Cabalero, that is his name, a laden heart is his game.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Cabelero is man of wealth, but the riches that he poses brought him only the happiness of Midas.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>At the base of the boulder where he sat on, the sinless children of Mine love to play and the sinful adults love to lay.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Always they taunt him to join them only to have him decline with a smile paved on shrouded stream of tears.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Many a times they ask him," why must you bind yourself from plays and lays?"</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Only to have him answered, "so that you can enjoy your plays and lays."</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Ever so often the Treasure of the Blood said to him, "fly Cabalero like the birds of Necessitudo."</em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em>Only to have him answered, "no bird should leave his nurturing nest."</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>One thing though, for every answer to every question that he gave, he would always say it with his face, or at least his gleaming weary eyes set to the West.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The West, the land where each and every one of the citizen of the Mine go to wage their ante with the Master Dealer.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Intentions are similar, but, the bets differ.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Some would wage the soul of soulless king; some would wage their broken slings.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But the best bet would be Black Crown of a Humbled King.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Some thing must have happened, maybe at the boulder where the Cabalero sat or on the marbles where men place their bets in the west.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Usually, when the sun retire to his bed, the West could only be seen on the worn sheets where the fore head is sacrifice hinted ever so vaguely by the three aligned stars that sat above it.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, for the past few weeks, the West seems to be ever more vivid, and those three aligned stars seem to shine ever so bright.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>So bright that it humbles the brightest beacon there is, as if calling the Cabalero to come and lay rest his head there.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>So powerful is the beaconing that subconsciously the Cabalero twitched.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Deep inside his laden heart a spark of calming yearns began to grow into a warm sweet flame.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Unconsciously, he stood up stretching his long inanimate limbs, face still to the West, and drew a long refreshing breath that has shy from him for eons ago.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>An odd sense of freedom kisses his still laden heart.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It has been quit some while ago that the Cabalero feel like this.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>As if there are unseen hands that help to shoulder all the burdens that laden his heart.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Without any thoughts, his long rested legs begin to inch, slowly but steady in the direction to the west.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>With each small step, he feels more and more liberated as if he was a husband coming back to arms of a lovely sweet wife.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But the smoothness of his pace is interrupted by a nagging pain and pausing him.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The pain comes from the whispers of the Treasures of Blood.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"Where and why must you go Cabalero...?" the whispers travels trough the air.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"Why must you leave us..." it resounded.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He stop, turns and look at the Treasures of Blood, again, salty drops of tears stream under a smile.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>A sad sweet smile.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To them he said what has to be spoken.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"Treasures of Blood - treasure of me heart, do not fear nor fret my parting you..."</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"Forgive me as this is a journey that I have to take for long have I sat here and my soul I forsake. Take not my leave as a sign of hate, see it as a mend asked from fate," he said that while kneeling in the way a lover would when asking forgiveness from a hurt lover.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>In that kneeling state, he pick up the bowed in sadness white laced with red flower. Her sad stream of dew trickled slowly form it soft velvety petals.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the flower he said, "the rose of my heart," pausing while taking it close to his chest," know that I love you with the whole of my heart".</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"If we where born in a different clan, under a different sun, and be given different names, this journey would never have a purpose to be done," he said slowly.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"But, we are what we are hence I embark on this journey to the West so far in hope that our hearts will not be marred," and turn his chest towards the trees.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"Trees of the Treasure of Blood, hear this be this journey I start," he whispered to them.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"My head is heavy so does my heart...," he said almost crying.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"But this journey I can no longer delay it start for with every moment that we leave the point where time start, death come kissing closer to my heart.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"I long to be as what a man should be, but not with your smiles I paid as fee. I rather be a stone than seeing an ant crawls up to your throne as you are the might of my flaing bone," he said softly.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"Nevertheless, what good is this sentinel if his heart lies in the arms of death? Thus this journey I evoke from rest, in hope that I once more be the best than rest and your honor I safe from very God's test," he ends his words sadly.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He stood, still face facing the distant West.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Slowly he starts that journey to the West.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>While his fingers cut wounds that run deep in to his chest, reminding him the vow that he shall never lay to rest.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>With every hasten steps, he prayed.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>I come to your doors as man splayed, </em></div><div align="center"><em>humbled as a beggar whose friend is fright,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I tell Thee of the things that stole my might, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and all that has blacken my sight,</em></div><div align="center"><em>shine me thy Divine light, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and give my Treasures of Blood a good sleep at night,</em></div><div align="center"><em>If ever I lay emptied from might, </em></div><div align="center"><em>vouchsafe them from the fear's might,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and if ever return here is not written as my plight, </em></div><div align="center"><em>let my darken soul wake and guard them from night to night</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He prayed continuously, and for a brief moment turns his face towards the Treasure of Blood that he left behind.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>"Goodbye Treasures of Blood, the treasures of my heart," he whispered...</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Goodbye.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>BLACK VELVET WALL</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Set in the heart of the west,</em></div><div align="center"><em>where warriors and martyrs lay to rest,</em></div><div align="center"><em>side by side with blasphemous crest,</em></div><div align="center"><em>stood the four wall covered with a black velvet vest.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>From faraway men journey to the west,</em></div><div align="center"><em>in hope all burden there they could rest,</em></div><div align="center"><em>or have all the color would kiss their chest,</em></div><div align="center"><em>just to be the very best,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and distance oneself from oneself detest.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>The west is where me head will rest,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and me body will be severed from the rest,</em></div><div align="center"><em>all in all to answer a bloody test,</em></div><div align="center"><em>that I pray will mend my crest.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">- Glossary - </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">Cabalero - knight</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">Excaecavi - confused</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">Subteminis - transverse threads woven between warp threads</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">Sanguis - blood</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">Anancaeum - large drinking vessel which had to be emptied in a single draught</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">Necessitudo - needs</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">Amoris - love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">Avidiorus - desireous</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>In another time, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>another tale will come.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>maybe,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>But for now,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>theDemon would only want to rest.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>and rest the Demon will, </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>in the land where demons are lay still,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>on hot sands that would test the strongest of will.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<strong>THANK YOU</strong>_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______O_______</span></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-25353894601819552892007-08-22T03:08:00.000+08:002007-08-22T03:21:40.757+08:00...and here I am...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace upon thee...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>The day when a man is humbled,</em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of trials and tears,</em></div><div align="justify"><em>1428 years since the great migration.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Six month of the second year of being a slave to a slave...</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">_______oo0oo_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo0oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Evan</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">(is only a character, not much different than us, but the knowledge impart if we would open our minds and hearts, is truly a lesson from the...)</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Almighty</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">_______oo0oo_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo0oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em>"Oars alone can ne'er prevail to reach the distant coast; the breath of haven must swell the sail, or all the toil is lost"</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">- Cowper, quoted by Yussof Abdullah Yusof Ali in: The Holy Quran: Translation and Commentary, Wimbledon 1937; Pg 1813 -</span> </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Before one follow trough these ramblings of a man lost, know of these - </em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>"Seek knowledge from cradle to grave""Seek knowledge even to Sind (China)"</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">- The Beloved, The Holy Prophet -</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>"I (Noah) but fulfill towards you the duties of my Lord's mission; Sincere is my advise to you, and I know from God something that ye know not"</em></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center"><em>"But they rejected him, and we Delivered him and those in the ark: but We overwhelmed in the flood those who rejected our signs, they where in deed blind people."</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">- Sura Al-A'raf, verse 62 and 64, The Holy Quran -</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>"Relate to them the story of Noah. Behold! he said to his people: O my people, if be hard on your (mind) that I should stay (with you) and commomerate the Signs of God, yet I put my trust in God, get ye then an agreement about your plan and among your partners, so your plan be not to you dark and dubious, then pass your sentence to me, and give me no respite"</em></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="center"><em>"But if ye turn back (consider): no reward have I asked of you, my reward is only due from God, and I have been commanded to be those who submit to God's Will (in Islam)"</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">- Sura Yunus, verse 71-72, The Holy Quran -</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>"Say: O ye men! If ye are in doubt of my religion, (behold!) I worship not what ye worship, other than God! But I worship God who will take your souls (at death), I am commanded to be (in the ranks) of the Believers"</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">- Sura Al-A'raf, verse 62 and 64, The Holy Quran -</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>"Let God be my Judge"</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">- Lord Demonsinme, Glorified Child of Agnus -</span> </em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">_______oo0oo_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo0oo</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The One Almighty, works in mysterious ways.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Often, we, or rather the Demon, the glorified Child of Agnus, the Demon Prince, Lord Demonsime, misinterpreted the simplest of knowledge that He has bestowed and believing that being a man, a servant is a hard thing to do.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Many of us, have often thought that we are Kings and Queens of our worlds, forgetting how small of a place our world is.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Thus, it is be our nature, to forsake knowledge when the source of knowledge comes from a tainted pool and distant ourselves from the refreshing relieve from thirst just because we want not to work a little harder to sieve it.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>All, yet again falls in our nature, to look at God in manners that of not what He has always thought us - with simplicity and sincerity.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>All that resulted in the disappearing of our life's bearing and thrusting ourselves in the direction we wish not to be, but we perceived as the best of routes to be taken in our life time.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Evan (is only a character, not much different than us, but the knowledge impart if we would open our minds and hearts, is truly a lesson from the...) Almighty, one dubious title for a movie that has spark much bickering among the scholars of religion.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Demon, in agreement to what has been debated or is he against it. Of what right has the Demon to do either one, when he is only a foolish child in search of wisdom.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, as the One Almighty works in mysterious ways, the eyes of a child see more than an adult.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>In that movie, the Child of Agnus do see wisdom and knowledge that brought unending tear to these hollowed eyes, even when these rotting fingers are carving these immature idiotic ramblings. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The beginning of the movie thought the Demon of the sort of man that he is and the man that he is not.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He realized that, the will of a man is only as long as the length of his fingers and the might of a man is only as strong as the soles of his feet.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The irony of it all is, though the Glorified Child of Agnus know that his fingers are short and his soles are easily prick by the littlest of thorns, he believed that those rotting fingers could reach the ends of the world and his swollen soles could heave him of the clouds.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Wrong be ye not, men could achieve such greatness but he needs leverage - a Divine Leverage.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>As ourselves, we are mere rotting meats who are ruled by cankering hearts which are guarded by a leviathan of lust.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>We often forget that, the most stable and safest of post for a man is when we sat on bended knees with bowled palms.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It is the stance of a beggar who asks the grace of the rich just to get by the day.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But be forewarned, who should one take as the rich? The man who walked on borrowed canes or the One who lend the canes?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>As the plot of the movie flowed, the Demon Lord is humbled once more.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The very thing that we seek is already all time in front of us.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>We can't see it because we have so long be blinded by the light of lust and wants.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Up to the most minute of seconds, He has given us the chance to have what we want, all we have to do is work for it.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>A simple phrase that needs a lot of thinking.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>We prayed and prayed and prayed to Him that He would gives us the wanting that we have.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>We prayed and prayed and prayed relentlessly, with out no what so ever signs of ever getting anything as if we are whispering to a deaf ear.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Then we ask; why God? Where are you God? What else have I not done God? Why him not me God? How could you God?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, we never dare ask ourselves; Why am I impatient? Where are my taubah? What should I do to gain Your favor? Whom have I wronged? How could I be better Your true servant?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Truth be told that since the dawn of time, God has given us what we want, yet we never gave back to Him.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But what do we give to the One who owns everything in this world?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Gratefulness.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Be grateful by boarding an ARK - A Random act of Kindness.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">_______oo0oo_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo0oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong>A BEGGAR'S TALE</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Please sir spare me a dime,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I am tired of eating grime,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I beg only a speck of your prime,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I meant you no crime,</em></div><div align="center"><em>forgive me as my hands are filthy with slime,</em></div><div align="center"><em>forgive me as I bother your time,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I just want a bit of your shining shine,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and know the taste of a sour lime,</em></div><div align="center"><em>as I know that you are the head of this empty shrine</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">_______oo0oo_______<br />oo0oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">THANK YOU</span></strong>_______<br /></span></div><div align="justify"></span> </div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-11962051679481949862007-08-20T01:31:00.000+08:002007-08-20T01:50:42.860+08:00...and at last...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ....</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Dawn of the time of tales,Year of the Ignis Mialis.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">An Overdued Introduction</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">(<span style="color:#999999;">unfinalized end to an overdued introduction to an insanity</span>)</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>EVERYTHING, must begin with something happening somewhere at/or/during a period of time to some one which started with the smallest to the largest of events which placed in specific moments thus developing into a sequence that lead to the thing that happened to the person at that place at that particular time or period.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It's the law of the mortal world, the world of causal and effect.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, although it is as twistedly straightforward as it seemed, there's a twist - there would always be a twist.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Sometimes, the thing that happened to that some one in that place at/or/during that period of time in that sequence which is pre set or even perceived as pre ordained leading to another set of sequence that is preferable, would out of a sudden, develops in to one that is entirely undesirable.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Yet then again, it might turn in to a desirable outcome even though the thing that happened to that some one in that place at/or/during that period of time in that sequence which is pre set or even perceived as pre ordained leading to another set of sequence that is preferable, turn to the opposite.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Interestingly, all the sequence of events and all the twist at the end though they seem to be monotonous in nature, one would realize (and often too late) that those occurrences and twists are in essence a monolith.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Then again, surprisingly, all the sequence of events and all the twist at the end though they seem to be a monolith in nature, one would realize (and, again, often too late) that those occurrences and twists are in essence a monotonous.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Furthermore confusingly clear, and, clearly confusing, though all of it seem like one-flat-layer of events, occurrences and twists, they are multitude of interconnecting sequence of (again), events, occurrences and twists.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Rather surprisingly expected, and, unexpectedly surprising, all are connected trough that thing that happened to that some one at/or/during period of time at place.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The best example to explain it would be quit similar and in the same time quit different than a long-half-built-but usable highway.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The beginning, the route and the end of the journey from one point to another would resemble the thing that happened and where it happened.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The length and time take to travel trough it would be the moment or period of time it occurred.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The smoothness, bumps, potholes, signs, stops, rest areas, detours and what not encountered during the journey are the sequence of events, occurrences and twists.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The maneuvering needed or taken would be the 'how' part of everything.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The best part of all is, it makes one hell of a tale to tell.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Remember the twists? What might seem dull, uninteresting and dumb for some might not be the same for the others - (and not to forget before god knows who should start to mention) vice versa.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Hence, the story of The Demon, Prince of Agnus is told.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Take it as an advice.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Throw it away as if it is a maggot ridden corpse of mice.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Laugh at it as if it is the tales of a court jester in a tryst.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Cry with it as if one is looking at a lover whose heart has been diced.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It is your choice...</em></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL STARTED</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>LIFE, as some great and lesser than great poets, philosophers, Zen and religious master would describe is a big (this is the part where most people would put the F word to describe the intensity of the matter being said or discussed) a great big stage.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Without the stage, there would never be a play.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Now the best part about stage is - it can be from anywhere to some where that would eventually leaded to nowhere.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It can be in one of those great big halls or even behind a fish monger stall. Heck, it could even be under the bed of the midnight lady whom one's lonely papa frequently visits.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Every place thinkable and not could be made and IS a stage.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Coming back to the Demon, his stage is a great big world known as Mine.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>A world so big, that it would take the Gods (if there is more that one) more than a life time to travel.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Hehehehe...nope that's not true. Just pulling your leg.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The world where the Demon roams is no larger and no grander than our own.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>And like ours, there's quit of number of races living in it too.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, in his travels, only few will be met.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Talking about the races though there are multitudes of type of them, they all belong to a three main group - the whites, the blacks and the grey.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Whites, the higher end of this world control, administer, decide and dictate almost every single thing - be it big or small in this world.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>You don't say anything other than what the Whites says.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>You don't eat other than what the Whites eat.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>You don't wear other than what the Whites wear.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>You don't believe other that what the Whites believe.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>You don't be other than the Whites.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Now the ones that do other than what the Whites do, they are called the Blacks.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>And these Blacks, they are on the very opposite place in life from the Whites. Pariahs, is what the Whites called them.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>That leaves us with the Greys - the unwanted of both sides. They are welcome in neither any of the races houses.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Being the unwanted ones, make them long for acceptance up to the point they would almost anything.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, confused be you not, that the place where the Greys wanted to be is not in the comfort of these two.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>They longed to sleep in beds of earth, blanketed by the midnight stars and soothe by the evening winds.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>They longed to walk on pavements of coarse cold coal that would burn their big brown soles and enticed by the midday sun.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>They longed to be laid in dug hole, cloth in white linens, rested in coarse caskets, blanketed by heavy rough soils.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>All for a chance to rest by the foot of the Forgotten One - Man's Path Master Dealer.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Utopia and El-Dorado, perceived both the Whites and Blacks. - a place that existed only in the mind of the lost.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Lord Demon - Prince of the Agnus, is neither one of those three, he is an outcast.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>No place is complete without a deity.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>This world where the Demon is, have that -infect, there's three of them.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the Whites, the deity is known as Lucre - an all powerful being whom image is carried by each and every single one of the Whites in the backside pockets of their beautiful buttocks and wrapping their female’s breasts.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the Blacks, the deity is known Mitra Albus Lupinus - an all powerful being who is materialized by the clean white linens that the Blacks wrap on their hearts but never in their heart's.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the Greys, the deity is only known as the Master - a being that is diminished only by man's lust.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Due to the glaring difference in believes and way of life, peace in Mine is nothing but superficial.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Every one, be it Whites, Blacks and Greys - trudge through life with a smile on their face and a dagger hidden behind them.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Every one is trustworthily disappointing. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To find the ones that could be trusted is like looking for a needle in a hay stack.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>There is a price for everything, and the most expensive of all are love, friendship and kin - be it family or not...</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Everything in MINE has its price, nothing is for free, either you are the one who is buying, or selling or being trade bartered it. That is the Law of Mine.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Whites, the Blacks and even among the pariah Greys, they live in a world that is no different than a humongous market.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>In this huge market place, either you are the seller, the buyer or the trade. You can be traded for almost every thinkable and unthinkable thing.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The most valuable of all commodities is your soul - that is if you have any.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The least valuable of all commodities is also your soul.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Wealth in this land is gauge by the kind of life you lead. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the Whites, it’s the painful pleasures.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the Blacks, it’s the heavenly hell.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the Greys, it’s both.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>So, dear listeners and readers (is there any?) of the Demon Prince's tale, if you wish or longed or wanted to live in the MINE (pronounced as MI NAY), make sure that you choose in which tribe you want to be.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Make sure you know who you deity is, and what does that all powerful being ask of you. What should you sacrifice to gain that deity’s favor?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Do not forget to have at least the smallest of item to trade and make sure that you know how and with whom you should and want to trade.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Because there is a more dreadful fate awaits the ones who failed to do so.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Demon Prince is a good example.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">THE THING THAT HAPPENED IN THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL STARTED</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>LIFE. That is the thing that happened in the place where it all started. It happened when the Demon Prince is born.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>With life come questions, test, quest, trials and everything. People of Wisdoms, a long extinct (maybe some of them still roams the Mine) have always thought People of the Stars (another name for the inhabitants of Mine) that life is a normal thing.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It makes us grow - they say. But then, one should be careful and know that with life comes this little thing called CHOICE.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It defines how you grow.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the Whites, growth is paved with choices that are physically logical.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the Blacks, growth is built from choices that are illogically physical.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the Greys, growth is paved and built from the choices that are illogically logically intangibly physical.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To the Son of Agnus, he is simply confused.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>One can never live life with out enduring the divine doctrines of the Mortals.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Be what race you may, born in what manner you are, die in what ever faith you hold, every single step you take will have to be taken with the doctrines of the Mortals.</em></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><em>One step not in that path paved by those who have lived eons before you do, you would be very much an unwanted outcaste.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To live in this life in Mine, you have to have sturdy hands and more than a stabilize stance. Life in Mine means war - endless battles that rage from outside to within to the outside of one's being.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Doctrine of the Mortals Dictates -</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>None shall be above the ones who are above.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>None shall be better than the ones who are better.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>None shall ask from the ones who ask.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>None shall be different from the ones who are the same.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>None shall say none of what the other none’s have said.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>None shall be allowed to be allowed by the ones who has allowed.</em></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><em>None shall be the taker but only the giver.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>None shall ask to be given unless one is the taker.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>None shall be allowed to own other than be owned.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>(There are a few other phrases of this doctrine but I am just to fucking lazy to elaborate - it's the right of the narrator)</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To disobeyed these doctrines would mean to one is declaring war to the whole population of Mine, all three of the major tribes - the Whites, the Blacks and the Greys.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To live life in Mine, one should belong.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Life in Mine has set that one social status should be mark by the many Robes of Self worn.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Most common, is the Robe of Lucre, which is usually worn on top the Harlequin of Hundreds and Pantaloon of Pompeii.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>This robe is worn by almost everyone living in Mine, be it the Whites, Blacks or Greys, the colorings, weaves and design might differ, but still it is known by the same name.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>By wearing these garments (a few other will be mentioned some where through out this tale), you are entitled to act, speak, react, retort and/or state what ever it is that you are thinking of or wanted to do without having fear of any one smack your bloody face. It is the parts and parcel that comes with Life.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>With Life comes a war that leads to battles.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Each and every one should take sides or most importantly you become the Side. The Master of None as the Book of Ages call them some one one third of a millennia ago.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Those who does not do this, would be known, without any what so ever prejudice as Nara-Heian Serfs - Ronins of mine.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Nara-Heian Serfs are only good as a Yojimbo - expendable creatures for hire for the Mercenaries of Aviditas.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Their skills worth millions but their lives worth none.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>That is the ultimate Curse of Life if one fails to acknowledge Life.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>THE PERIOD WHEN THE THING THAT HAPPENED IN THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL STARTED HAPPENED</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>For something to happen somewhere, it must happen in a time frame. If it does not happen in that particular time frame, that it simple never happened.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Currently, will happen, had happen - are the most common phrase use to describe this, and if we use never, i.e. never going to happen, never is or never has/have, it simply shows that it did not happen.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Confused yet? Well I, the narrator, am.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Time is a strange but beautiful thing. It hurts and it heals. It destroys and it built. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Life that happened in Mine happened during the last 31 cycles of the season ago and up to the moment when the Forgotten One - Man's Path Master Dealer, decide time os no more for the child of Agnus.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>If this period of time is broken into stages, you wold have the period of purity - a time of learning for the Demon, the period of twilights - the siries of time where the Demon tasted both the sweetness of the Biles of the Book and the sourness of the Sweetness of Sins, the period of Sunlit Night - the period when the Demon travels the planes of Mine as a living dead, and, the Period of Knowingly Unknown - th period of time where what will happened is known but could not be expected or determine.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>One similarity all four period is that, the Demon becomes both a tutored master and mastered tutor.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>A tutored master is a grand title to show how ignorant, stupid and shallow minded a master is.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>A mastered tutor is a grand title to shoe how ignorant, stupid and shallow minded a student is.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>With life come emotions that bind us to the Dungeons of Flesh that kept us away from the Path of Passion that leads to the Realization of One.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Realization of One. It is a place where every and each one of the citizens of Mine lived happily. There you have neither fears nor worries as one has come to ones Eden.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>For the Demon Prince, the celebrated Child of Agnus, this is a far, far, far away place. Each and every time he come close to it, the Chains of Emotions is tugged so violently that he falls and kisses the dirty bricks that make the dungeon floor.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>A constant reminder that he is a slave to many masters.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Masters that he could not run or leave - no matter how much he tried.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>These are the masters that hold and used the only weakness that he has - his human side.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>For eons of ages (not that long ago - heck! The demon is only 31 cycles of season old) ago, the Demon has undyingly tried to break the Chains of Emotions. He wanted; no he longed badly to be free.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, as it is the most honored Rule of Mine, nothing is without a price; the Demon would have to pay dearly for this.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>A price that comes with a question - can the demon Prince afford it.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To be free, he has to pay with his human side.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To be free, he has to bare the Curse of Death.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To be free, he has to be entirely without life.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To be free, he has to be a Demon.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To be free, he has to poison the Parents of Passion.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>An expensive price it is...</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>THE BEINGS INVOLVED AT THE PERIOD WHEN THE THING THAT HAPPENED IN THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL STARTED HAPPENED</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>A play would not be one if it has no one actors and actress. There should be heroes and villains, antagonist and protagonist, heroines and that lady who played the evil stepmother or those two ugly ladies who played the evil step sisters.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Every play should have at least one actor.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Every one in a play has at least one role. Every role, no matter how insignificant, is important. Every role interconnects, inter-dependent and interacts in the minutest sense with each other - building up plots, giving reasons and giving sense to the story being told. Just like what Newton said, for each action there will be another action reacting upon it, the characters played by the actors interacts.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Every actor will play their part(s) based on ques. Sometimes, the ques came from the director, sometimes in comes from reactions of the audiences, sometimes it comes from the mistakes or fowl ups of fellow actors.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Each and every single actor contributes to the story, negatively or positively, it does not matter. What does matter is the play it self.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>In this chronicle of the Lord Demon, Prince of Agnus - the man living life half dead, there are quite a number of actors.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Let us begin with the Demon himself.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Demon is a six feet tall, very fair complexion, muscular, very well mannered and very learned gentleman in his early thirties.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Like that description? Heck! Who doesn't? </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>BUT, if he is like that, then we won't have no story to tell do we?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Demon Prince, glorified Child of Agnus, heir to the wealth of the Man Who God Hath Help, was conceived in and born from the womb of his mother, Third Child of Goodness, some thirty cycles of seasons ago as Lord Light of Lights.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He is the third of four siblings; the first be Lady Light of Our Eyes, the second - Lady Soft Light, and the fourth, Lord Light of Blessings.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>In his early years, the Demon is no different than the children of the Whites, Blacks and Greys. Mischievous and merry, he is not burdened by the worries of the world.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>As time pass by, exactly on the twelve year of age, The Hands Who Dealt Man's Fate, gave him the card marked with the number Zero, The Fool of Major Arcana. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Fool of Major Arcana brings with him the kiss of the Lady Fate, Ananke.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>At the age of twelve seasonal cycles, he tasted the painful sting of anger and the sweetness of hoarding vengeance, deeply carved in his heart by the jagged edge of the Bestiality of Man. On that day, his inner an outer self was hurt by one the Blue Cloth Sentries.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Till this day those wound have never really healed. Painful, yes they are, but, the Demon is grateful for them.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The same wounds that marred him, also gave live to his human side.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The day he was hurt, is the day he learnt that no matter how silent it is, parental and divine love is something as real as the beautiful sandy beaches of an eastern land.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Ironically, the hurt and the love that he tasted, also paved the rough, rocky and thorn full road that he has to journey trough.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Paradoxically, though the road is no walk park, it gave him wisdom and also stupidity. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But then, that is what we call a hell of a learning curve.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Come the second ten of his growing years, The Fool of Major Arcana again visited him, this time with a friend, the White Winged Lady of Temperance of Major Arcana.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Together, they bring him another set of lessons along with them.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Winged Lady brought sickness to the Demon's father. The Man Who God Hath Help temporarily lost his ability to work, forcing him to ask for excuse from The Guardians. Worried that this situation would worsen, the Demon's mother, Lady Third Child of Goodness, was forced to embrace a very difficult decision - she left the Glorified child of Agnus under the caring of his brother, Little Man Big Heart, to enable her to care for her ill husband in the Land of Mud.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>At first, the Demon perceived this as a very cruel and unjust decision, as Little Man Big Heart - though caring and loving (a fact that the Demon realized over time) - was as strict as a war harden general.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Under the care of his uncle, the Demon Prince learnt the importance of independence. Though those lessons seem to be self thought, it is in essence the work of his uncle to prepare him for the trials of life.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It also thought him, to unconditional love can only be achieved with only hard-to-make decisions.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It made him realize, if, his mother did not make that choice that she took, the Demon would never have a father, and, might be put in path taht should not be taken by a being called man.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It also gave him the wisdom that, no matter how hard and difficult it is, and no matter how distanced a father is seem, he would willingly swallow them just to ensure that his children have a good life, no matter how small.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>All those made the Demon, a child, a man and a father.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>All that made him realize that even if god asketh him his life, he would only give them when those whom he called family have safely been put on the plushest of beds and pillows after the sumptuous of food under the coziest of rooms in the most grandest of homes.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>All that made him vowed, for even the tiniest drop of tears that fall from their eyes, he would asked it to be paid by blood.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>All that made strengthen his stand, that no matter how hard to control, shall be his greatest possession for the beast is indeed a good friend in times of need.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Enter the princesses.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The princesses are beings of haven that decides to touch the rotting heart of the Demon Prince.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Over the thirty cycles of his half dead existence, the Glorified Child of Agnus have had the chance to be graced by seven beautiful princess.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>All of them have thought him about the treacheries of truth, lethality of lies, sweetness of sins, pleasures of pains and pains of piety.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Though six of them have long left his physical being, one oddly remains and silently sires his heart.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>She sired his heart along side the only princess still with him.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The former is known by the name Princess Light See Ha, the later, Princess of the Learned Tree.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The relationship that the Demon has with both of them is some what ... odd.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Both of them are, though it seems not to be, are the same with the Demon. Though he love them very much, to be with both of is more than a painful experience.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>It's like a war between two brothers, in the battle; each would swing their weapons of war so vigorously and seem to want so much for the death of another.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, after hurting each other with wounds that would make even the heartless Angel of Death wimps, both will sat down and muttered love for each other.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But then, if ever the wounds have healed, they would again put themselves on their warring stance and the cycle continues.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Demon love the princesses, Princess Light See Ha - though she is no more, and Princess of the Learned Tree, with all his heart.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He loves them both that it killed him.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Emotionally.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Making him dread the thing the poets call love.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Making him long for it.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Making him lost.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Enter, the Jester, merry maker for the kings, son of a befallen lord, husband to the lovely Maiden of Mannequins.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>A tall handsome man as young as the Demon, The Jester descent from the bloodlines of Kings. Even though he projects an aura of unhindered strength, deep inside he is a man filled with kindness and love.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Both of the Jester's and the Demon's paths crosses some twenty cycles of seasons back. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Both of them came from Kings and Queens whose linage traces back to the oracles of haven. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Both of us were brought up with great love and great wealth befitting inheritors of kingdoms. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Both were sent to the greatest of wizards to learn the greatest of knowledge. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But even all that love, with all that wealth and with knowledge, both still have to bow to masters of different kingdoms to earn their keep. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Jester, even though he is of blood that flows down from haven and the Master Dealer through the masters that he served has been showered with great wealth that is beyond the imagination of mere peasants, is laden with unhappiness. </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>This has been the case even after he has be wedded the beautiful Maiden of Mannequins.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Though unspoken, both him and the Glorified Child of Agnus knew that the source of this unhappiness in existence lays in the fact that both chooses to walk in the path of Dignified men, rather than the Path of Peasants as intended by the Master Dealer.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Both, knowingly unknown, put the might of men before the might of haven.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Jester embraces the might of men arms and believed that only with these two hands that man's destiny is built.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>True to certain extend.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The times when the two met, the Jester and the Glorified Child of Agnus would spar using their swords of Broken Faith.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>They spar just to prove to each other that one's believe is above the other.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Whatever the outcomes of these bouts are, they (at least on the part of the Demon) always knew that they love and respect each other as brothers do.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, as time passes by, they grew apart, making the Demon Princes sad beyond words can tell.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Till this moment of time, the half dead is doing more than his very best to mend this and endless hope that haven will give him back this great friend.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Jester, Lord of the Beloved.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Enter the King, Pauper Lord of the Blacks.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The King and the Demon have been friends since both of them were very young. Their friendship is one made by chance, when they were put together in the Halls of Befallen Scholar.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Back then, the King, a small dark and muscular man, was a pauper. Though he has neither wealth nor looks, he is the owner of a good heart. Never once during their friendship, the Demon fails to see the King willingly and with out any question help those indeed though he is in need.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>If one to look closely at his hands, one could see how hard and coarse his palms are - telling the story of hardships that the King endure although his entire life at that time to seek fortune - not for him but for his family, and later, for his wife and children.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He has toil and been tested with so many trials that whenever he has the time to meet the King, would be very humbled and made realize that one life would only be changed by god only when he work relentless hard to change it.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Changed has the King life is.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He is among the titans of Mine now, but, his heart remains as innocent and as pure as the first snow flake that falls to earth.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But then, he has one small flaw. He is a Black.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Though he believes in the power of haven, he also believes in the power of pagans.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Though his heart is pure, his soul is lost.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Lucre became his lower deity.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Along came Mamak Bendahara, the lost White.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Mamak Bendahara or the Royal Adviser in this language that we use, is of the blood of Soul Sages. He was adequately train by the White Mage of the Order of Seasoned Skullcaps, and, still is adequately knowledgeable in its teachings but not in practice.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>If one to seek the meaning of beauty, than the time when the demon first met the Mamak Bendahara would best suit that definition.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He first saw him during one of the five daily compulsory visits to the Temple of the Forgotten.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>There, he saw Mamak Bendahara leading a line of Greys, worshiping the Unseen Deity. He has the face that defines calmness, purity.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>That sight of him brings tears to the Demon's eyes, humbling him and reminding him of the divine love of the Master Dealer. He knew then and he vowed that no matter how hard he would make this man his immortal friend.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>And true enough, it is hard...</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Some few years back, four to be exact, The Prince Who Rides on a Swift Chariot Wielding a Sword, pulled by a black and white sphinx from Major Arcana visits the Royal Advisor and plague him with the thirst of inflexibility, success, wealth and recognition.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Since then, the Demon could only watch as the plagues changed him little by little to what he is now - a lost white.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Things becomes sour for both of them due to this sickness, but, no matter how bitter they are, the Demon could not find anywhere in his heart to leave the Mamak Bendahara.<br />The reason, oddly enough, is very simple.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>He has never stopped believing that there is still a speck of purity in the lost White's help. The man he saw at the Temple of the Forgotten still lives inside the Royal Advisor heart, weakened.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>If ever the Demon abandons him, that man would surely die.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Then there's The Others.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>These The Others, are the daily warriors, merchants, mentors, sages, necromancers and the rest of the dwellers of mine (exclude family).</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Out of all of them, one sect in particular should be dealt with the utmost of care.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Warriors, especially Warriors of Corpus.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>These warriors are highly skilled assassins, especially in the arts of the Hidden Carnis Rosea, which can kill even the strongest of man so subtly.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Under normal circumstances, these warriors are gentle people as the manifestation of another skill that they have mastered - the Secret Way of Dexterium Invidiae.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Warriors of Corpus respect everybody that is somebody to nobody. Their loyalty is up for sale for the highest bidder, though under one standing condition, the gain greatly from it.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>To have a save journey, other than liaising yourself with the Whites, you'd better be friends with these warriors.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>You are guaranteed to have a very safe and prosperous journey, just as long you remember not to step on their shadow's toes.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>THE REASON WHY THE THING THAT HAPPENED IN THAT PERIOD OF TIME TO THE BEINGS INVOLVED AT THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL STARTED TO HAPPENED</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Nobody really knows why the thing that happened in that period of time at the place where it all started to the beings involved happened.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Every single living thing has squeeze the grey matter dry trying to figure out this big enigma. Many have fail and become insane in their attempt, quit a number have miserably fail to do so and a significant amount of souls lost even after so many efforts made to seek the answer.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, there are few survivors.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The Demon, on the other hand, is still in dark. He has been so for so long.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Often, he ponder that how much easier it would be just to let this curse of a thought go. However, no matter how hard he tried, this question would come swinging hard back at him, and each done it happens, the swoosh is more violent and the stay is longer.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Intense insanity, fracturing failures and limping lost, all of them the Demon Prince has tasted, but never, serinity.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>So many times has he asked the Great Sages, Necromancers, Wizards, Witches, Soothsayers, Clairvoyants and Preachers for it but all remain the same, back at the place where he had begun.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>One thing though, he knew that the answer is in the form of a question - why must all this happened?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The resounding answers - </em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Why must you ask?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Because I want to know, why don't you let me know?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Why do want to know?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Because I hate being in this extended darkness.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Why must you be in this prolonged darkness?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Because you still haven't told me why do all of these happen!</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Oh when will you learn?</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>The demon has no answer for that. The Demon has no answer for anything.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>END FOR AN OVERDUED INTRODUCTION</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>For what have i mentioned and wrote, is all the things that the besotted the Half Dead - Demon Prince, Child of Agnus.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>They are and will be the chronicles of the being once known as Lord Lights of Lights.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>All is and as what I have witnessed happening to the Demons-In-Me who lived in the world called Mine during his current existence.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>I, the narrator, could give you no answer if you were to ask why, when, where or how does his journey stop.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>But, I could tell you who will who will stop it.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>For now, this is how the story end - as a beginning to another end.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>- <span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">ending of a beginning, starting of an end</span> -</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong>QUESTIONS</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Where o where are my sails,</em></div><div align="center"><em>to answer the kiss of the coming wail,</em></div><div align="center"><em>that I hope to liberate my inanimate caravel,</em></div><div align="center"><em>down the straits of hell's parallel.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>when o when would I see land,</em></div><div align="center"><em>as the compass speak in tongues miscomprehend, </em></div><div align="center"><em>making shy my shadow friends,</em></div><div align="center"><em>leaving lonely mutiny in my small little hands.<br /></div></em><div align="center"><em>Who o who should my knee bend,</em></div><div align="center"><em>as all that I know have now disband,</em></div><div align="center"><em>leaving me with only a mute Friend,</em></div><div align="center"><em>whom I felt when the nights ends.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>why o Why in the middle I stand,</em></div><div align="center"><em>when the winds blow from four ends,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and my legs are shackled only by a tiny band,</em></div><div align="center"><em>made form the bees glands.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Who o who shall be call a man,</em></div><div align="center"><em>when a child is greet with a stance,</em></div><div align="center"><em>when hatred become the name of a dance,</em></div><div align="center"><em>when love is made during a trance.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong>GOD I ASKETH OF THEE</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>God,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I worried not of my imperfections,</em></div><div align="center"><em>nor of my immature slacking,</em></div><div align="center"><em>as all will be gone with out no questions,</em></div><div align="center"><em>by prayers with no sign of endings,</em></div><div align="center"><em>but one thing haunt my inner mansions,</em></div><div align="center"><em>that all shall left my love crying,</em></div><div align="center"><em>as if hurt by thorns of millions,</em></div><div align="center"><em>even when none is mention,</em></div><div align="center"><em>thus to thee knelt and shall never cease praying,</em></div><div align="center"><em>made my blood her healing potion,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and bring her smiles form morning to morning.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>In another time,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>another tale will come.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>maybe,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>But for now,t</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>heDemon would only want to rest.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<span style="color:#999999;">THANK YOU</span>_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______O_______</span></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-24205183452991384142007-08-15T00:34:00.000+08:002007-08-20T01:31:08.272+08:00...and errrr.....<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Dawn of the time of tales,</em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>An Overdued Introduction</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">(<span style="color:#999999;">latest continuity of an insanity</span>)</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong>I AND I</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>I and I,</em></div><div align="center"><em>one and one,</em></div><div align="center"><em>none and none,</em></div><div align="center"><em>make a whole lot of fun.<br />mine and mine,</em></div><div align="center"><em>mind and mind,</em></div><div align="center"><em>there is no bind,</em></div><div align="center"><em>to make your eyes blind,</em></div><div align="center"><em>in hope that you will find,</em></div><div align="center"><em>what yours is mine.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>In another time,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>another tale will come.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>maybe,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>But for now,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><em>theDemon would only want to rest.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<span style="color:#999999;"><strong>THANK YOU</strong></span>_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______O_______</span></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13090084.post-72027035151407028582007-08-14T01:20:00.000+08:002007-08-15T00:34:39.827+08:00...and HA HA HA...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you ...</em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><div align="justify"><br /><em>Dawn of the time of tales,</em></div><div align="justify"><em>Year of the Ignis Mialis.</em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>6th month of the second year of being a slave to a slave ...</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">An Overdued Introduction</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">(<span style="color:#999999;">latest continuity of an insanity</span>)</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em>A gift for Melady <a href="http://cosmicabyss.wordpress.com/">Cosmic Abyss</a></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em><strong>SUN, SUN WHERE ARE YOU?</strong></em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>Sat the lady sadly by the window sill,</em></div><div align="center"><em>tears trickle against her will,</em></div><div align="center"><em>seems darkness stood forever still,</em></div><div align="center"><em>as the sun hid as if befallen ill.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>To the clouds a question she ask,</em></div><div align="center"><em>why the sun’s rays you dare to mask,</em></div><div align="center"><em>making me riddled with the heart’s unwanted task,</em></div><div align="center"><em>letting sorrow enjoying its bask.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>To that lady the clouds answered,</em></div><div align="center"><em>why let you mind bewildered,</em></div><div align="center"><em>look around at the humbled flowers,</em></div><div align="center"><em>all bow to your sweet hidden cheer.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><em>And if you listen ever so close,</em></div><div align="center"><em>you’ll hear what the flowers wish to disclose,</em></div><div align="center"><em>though differed we are all roses,</em></div><div align="center"><em>flourished by the beauty that your heart hosts.</em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">In another time,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">another tale will come.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">maybe,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">of the things the Demon saw as a Slave to a Slave.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">But for now,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;">theDemon would only want to rest.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">___________ooOoo___________</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">oo(O)oo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______<strong><span style="color:#999999;">THANK YOU</span></strong>_______</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">_______O_______</span></div><div align="justify"></span></div>demonsinmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10464436570935606151noreply@blogger.com3