We are all wizardsHello, my friend! Yes, I mean you -you who hear these words in your mind,you who make the words become true,in infinite space that's behindyour eyes, your true objective sight,where shapes form letters, words form sound,and thoughts form pictures, clear and bright,where wings of your mind are not bound.We are both wizards - you and me:from letters we shape complete worlds.Is this not what a spell should be?Such power have the written words.We fly, we swim, we fight, we runall without moving from the chair.Under bright stars and younger sunwe walk free with wind in our hair.
Kone zo Sultan QayaVidel som kone v Sultan Qayakeď svitlo chladné ránoVidel som kone v Sultan Qayahrivy im hladil vánokChcel som byť voľný ako onina svahoch Sultan QayaChcel som byť voľný ako onikde sa zem s nebom spájaPokorne skloniť ťažkú hlavuv modlitbe k Matke ZemiPobozkať najprv skromnú trávu,kým pastvu poskytne miPočul som hlasy v Sultan Qayaozveny dávnych piesníPočul som hlasy v Sultan Qayačo krídla vetra niesliTo tiché hlasy predkov znelitam v kopcoch Sultan QayaTo tiché hlasy predkov zneliv pamäti tohto krajaZem pamätá si, zem je živáa kŕmi svoje koneCez zimu novú trávu skrývavo svojom štedrom lone
Tolkien rapLet's enter the ringand let the rap begin.Who's the lord of it,who's books are biggest hit?If it's a too big strainfor your uninspired brain,then you just need to lookat the title of my book....(nobody enters)...Afraid to enter the ring with me?Well, you have good reason to befor I am the one to rule them all,fantasy writers bow to me.Without me elves would be little fairiesand dwarves just Snow-White's beardy palsso lo! and behold, your originality -- I saw it hiding behing your balls(with a magnifying glass)!And speaking about fame,I didn't need a namein this Hollywood s***to make my books a hit.(Although it helped a bit.Who's looking forward to the Hobbit?)
RegulusThe sky so close, heaven so farand sand is white, white as your armsLook through the barslook at the starsnight covered the land with her charms.What are the lines between the stars?The lines of fate, like in your palmsWho wrote them therein the thin airthe sky is clear as the night calmsThe ram, the bull, the twins, the crabvirgin and lion - you and meFarewell my love,we'll meet abovebetween the stars we will be freeI'll be the lion's brightest star:where no treason can quench my lightand when I fallto you I call:Morituri te salutant!
Melody in My MindShhh...Listen...Do you hear it?rustling trees,buzzying bees,summer breezesomeone's sneeze...voice of street,hearts that beatpeople breathe,then repeatRhythm set free:one two threeone two threehear the songdance with meThere's melody in my mindMagical melody, murmuring, moodyMusical mystical moving melodyThere's melody in my mindBut shh....Listen...I'll tell you a secret.I cannot sing.Imagine that feeling.Those tones frozen between your mind and mouth, that melody you can't express.Imagine one of those songs that give you goosebumps, that clutch your heart and make you cry "Yes! Yes, that's it!"Imagine you want to share it with everyone... but can't.When you try to repeat the melody, it is off and quavers and screeches like nails on the board.There's melody in my mind, and it wants to be heard, to be set free.And so I paint.The colors are my symphony.I sound the violins of sky-blue, the lutes of green and drums of violet.And so I write.The words on pape
Crossroads of Light and ShadowSummary: In a rainy night, Aragorn walks through the Midgewater marshes. But not all paths lead to good ends, and dark things lurk at the crossroads… A story with sound and visual effects Rating: TDisclaimer: If you recognize it, it is not mine. If you don't recognize it, it's probably not mine, either. Not even the Neekerbreekers…My thanks to openmeadow for an inspiring chat about senses Dedicated to all my friends that walked with me through mud and rain, and that were lost with me until we found ourselves again.Crossroads of Light and ShadowSquelch. With effort he pulled his boot from the mud. It left a deep footprint.Squirsh. Murky water began to soak through the mud and fill it.Blub.The surface closed. Besides a few bubbles on the dark surface, there was no trace of his passing.Squish. Another step. A waft of something foul and rotten
Death of a ForestThe forgotten gods can't stand the lightwhere the shadows used to fallThe Death is called brother of Sleep, the last of the Free.She calls the crows to the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank.Sagrada Familia queuing to step down from heaven...In every leaf, every tearhidden hunter's remorseLost between hell and paradise, between time and space,Immense silence after the ice has melted.Unforget...No echo of my footsteps... It's time to run away.A heart of steel is always the weakest.
PoetreeNOTE: The poem should have the shape of a tree. If it looks messy, your monitor is too narrow. Press "Ctrl" and "-" until it fits into your monitor, or follow the link in the author's comments. Thank you! In darkness sweet I dream I sleep; my fate to wait till time is ripe A tender leaf curled in the seed, an idea that would be freed I dream of bra
The Song of Leaving BirdsOf tired feathers silken touch,The ancient tale of pilgrimageWhen maple leaves turn red and goldThe soaring spirits know no cageGoodbye to mists and fading fernTo silver threads of gossamerThe rosehips red and bitter sloesUntil the spring comes young and fairGoodbye to songs in dreamy duskAnd the warm nests of sunny youthWhen wings are weak, the will is strongAnd stars will guide us to the SouthTo the far lands where winter windsDo not have power over Sun,So we can return in the spring,Because home... home is only one.