sâmbătă, 28 decembrie 2013

Squeezed out

Only a short intro today that's actually from a previous post.

[And God said "No more!"]

Squeezed out

[I'm flattered and honored yet hated,
All the more alike with each passing second.]

And so I've heard that my message was not clear at first.
If that be the case,let my lungs howl these words with thirst,
Let this tragedy be banished to other dimensions and beyond,
For thou shalt revel in the meanings that I spawn:

"As birds would have once whispered in your ear,
Such calm preceded by the weather,
All of them lay joyful together,
All for a moment that lasted a year.

 Yet now,as spite and anguish have left the rooms,
Rooms that were so recently filled by your traitorous heart,
So too shall closure cleave throughout,
All the way through memory lane.

There's no more hope,there's no place warm,
You've sucked it all,be sure of that,
You've caused grief and so much harm,
I pity your judgement or for where it sat.

You've reveled starring as the blood was pressed out,
And that alone is a price too heavy to pay for a heart.

Judge not others when one's own judgement proves wrong,
Let bygones be bygones and walk the very path one chose."





No more!

Chase&Status-Time (Queensway remix)

Just so true kindness and wisdom can be understood,
It was even in the next day that one,after calming down,
Felt not hate or vengeance,but pity and mercy for those that had wronged her,
And although excuses are not needed,she hopes for better,for all of us.

sâmbătă, 7 decembrie 2013

The question never grows old

The post:

So it's somewhere around 5:30 AM and I'm writing (sad but true) and I'm writting on the blog.
Now listen here,I don't know if you're watching or not but the level of disappointment has reached above average.

I would never bother for something like you,especially after what you said on the phone so if you're seeing this,just stop checking this blog,it's pointless.
As I no longer mean anything to you,so do you to me. Capich ?!Lovely.glad that's settled!\

Now on to the normal post...Funny,amusing,sincere and at the same time alike,you seem to prove the ONE,yet how can fear not enter a traitorous heart?

When I've seen so much wrong done even when I was right,and even more when I was wrong?
I believed in such a person at some point yet just gave up and moved when realizing that I was the only one living in the same DREAM.

I do not wish to do same again,I have been hurt one so many times,and yet here I am doing what I always do,babbling about the same thing I always do!

I'm sincerely tired after all I've put up with it and I just need to rest and have calm and security...Are you able to provide just that?

Ellie Goulding-Only You (Special Features Remix)

I don't care about what's fair or not,
If a tooth for a tooth and what not,
But I'm sick and tired of this,
And there's this growing want that I feel,sounding like Dis!

luni, 2 decembrie 2013

When all else fails

I had started another post,but I'll leave it for another time (and quite frankly I don't know if it's even "valuable" anymore...we'll see).

When all else fails


It's fair to say that when all else fails,
When there are no more marks to lead us back on our trails,
That hope is gone,
And as cruel as a spider's sting,tragedy has won.

Yet I've been weak for far too long,
And have attached myself more than I should have.
It is because of this that I wish to be once again strong,
Even if it means to be severed and halved.

I remember faintly who I truly am,echoing with the beats of a familiar song...

I've left peace and after so much time,I feel pain.
Because of the very hands that held my stars,
Are now sentenced to wear my scars.

It was love that purchased my traitorous heart,
And for this reason...
Predestined for greatness,
Built for the final hour.

I've looked for light,but found only darkness,
I've searched for bright skies but walked in gloom.

I was destined to fall,even in the brightest days,
Among the living,I was like the dead.

I looked for justice,but it never came,
I looked for rescue,but it was far from me.

This is me,genius or not,
A stranger in my own place,
A nomad searching for its tribe,
Numb and driven mad by the sun!

My mind when I'm alone-
The Glitch Mob-Drive It Like You Stole It (Cryptex Reglitch)

Listen closely to the pace of my heart,
Follow its footsteps and purge the other part,
Engraved with runes by the purest of all beings,
I wish to be noble once more!

luni, 21 octombrie 2013

A lesson about life

For today's post I've decided to talk about an interesting idea through a head to head comparison to what hard-core gaming still means in the industry nowadays.Hope this will be fun to read and not that boring to some :P

A lesson about life

Life...Life has a strange way of putting obstacles in anyone's path from time to time.As if a personal test in order for us to regain our humanity or maybe to toughen us up or even to teach us a lesson...No matter the reason,obstacles appear in different shapes and forms.Some are easy to overcome whilst most are seemingly impossible at first.This reminds me of a game called Dark Souls.This game puts you through next to impossible situations from time to time,where the odds are never in your favor and forces the player,you,to overcome them.

What's more interesting is that the game let's you know this from the beginning as can be seen from the picture below (it's from the Debut Trailer):

And so,what can we learn from all of this,one might wonder?
The answer alone is pretty simple.


We struggle,we endure,we wipe our faces from the mud from which we just fell,we take a deep breath,and we fight.

In same way we want to finish the game,we fight because we want a certain thing (a raise,to prove a point,to succeed in something).And even though the situation starts out like this at first:

I urge you all to fight and not quit because believe me when I say this...In the same way that any boss from the game can be beaten,then so can anyone overcome any obstacle if so they desire.


    KOAN Sound & Asa - This Time Around (feat. Koo)


Keep you faith always alive,
For as the heretic shrives,
So does any passion thrive,
Like a beautiful concert,singing live!

miercuri, 16 octombrie 2013

Trialed Part 2: Fate's final hour

Arrogance is a virtue and intelligence is a perk...too few have!

Fate's final hour

[In the same chamber where once five had stood,
Now two old friends meet again,
One humble, wearing a hood,
And the other,arch-angel Gabriel.]


Dear brother,I bring news from my journey,
And pray that my words won't seem ferny.

[The High-Lord gazed upon his once beloved one,
And then spoke with the voice of the father saddened by his own son]


You may spare one of your points old friend,
For Erather has been already trialed.
I found it just to banish him to find his mortal end,
To strive for survival,alone,without any friend.

Thus I am eager to hear the second thought with which you came,
Moreover,I would like to know how did you cover your shame?


That which you have requested has been done,
And as once I had left,so I returned,
No more an angel as before,
But a pastor still.

I took thy words in my heart, and I managed to find,
"Passion's cruel counter-part" easily behind.
I've wrecked the two stones together,
And kept one for myself.


Was my punishment just?


I don't know your lordship.
I no longer have to right to decide,
Yet I pray that I have atoned for my sins,
If not now,at least in thousand years.


My dearest of friends,
Never let those words leave your mouth again.

Indeed you wronged humanity selfishly,
Yet what you had to do was to do right to both yourself and them as well.
You are now entitled to return to your former place,
And rule once more,pure as the fresh of winter's snow.

[The two sat silently,
One near the other.


Alas,when the silence broke,
It was clear to both that another choice had been made,
And the news the purest of angels wore,
Was anything but over]


I remember everything that has passed during my departure,
I remember your words as well as Erather's.
Do not judge me now as a traitor,
But your judgement was wrong and his was right?


Really now?
How so?


You see,beloved of the Father,
I am no longer as pure as snow,
And there is nothing for me to show.
I have wronged both father and daughter.

I accept the deeds that I have done,
And as hate once spilled throughout my body,
I cannot see victory,I cannot see how I have won.
I am nothing but a writing that is almost entirely bawdy.


You cannot believe such things Arkanis.


It's been a while since anyone has ever called me so.
I've been known more like a pastor the past couple of days,
Searching and thinking of different methods and ways,
In which I could save myself,or at least grant others,their dying wish.

I pray you'll one day understand my choice,
And for all this,never should you gaze upon me the same,
As I am no longer the one you just called by it's name,
But a being stripped of heart and angelic voice.

[Slowly,the hooded angel turned around,
And right before his knees could hit the ground,
Gabriel panicked immediately and shouted]


My son...

What in heaven's name are you doing?

[Arkanis turned his head around,
Revealed his head from under the hood,
And a look appeared that asked for forgiveness.

His eyes then shut,
His head no longer towards Gabriel,
Facing the ground,
He let his feet pound.]


"Righteous and pure as snow and water alike,
I am Arkanis,the angel of love who shall be seen as a tike,
As I refuse the entitlement given to us by God,
And give back my wings as I am flawed.

[The Highest of All rushed towards the other]



[The boy continued as if he were deaf to the words shouted in the massive hall]


From this day onward shall I live a mortal life!
Never shall I look back,unless with strife!
Let it be known in heaven and earth alike,
That I am no longer but a human dike.

[Before Gabriel could spit another word,
Arkanis's wings fell,crushing to the floor.

As the High-One grasped the boy's angelic clothes,
They instantly froze and splattered,
And in only an instant,
Thus the boy had vanished!]


What have you done,young one?


And God said "No more!"

Skope-Trench Foot


As angels wage their wars through the tides of battle,
So can mortal fight alike,even more maybe for their beliefs.
As loyalty has fled and abandoned at the end of day,
Hope lies buried deep,waiting to cleanse any wild land.

luni, 7 octombrie 2013

Trialed Part 1: Judgement Day

I've re-read something recently and it was quite a tale and learning experience.It's funny how mythology still has a way to teach even after so many years.

Thus,I leave you all with some wise words, as Ariadne told Theseus before he entered the Minotaur's labyrinth: "Always forward...never left or right."


[ In the massive white hall,
As it was custom for any angel being trialed,
Chained by hands and wings at the end of the south wall,
There stood the accused angel,silent and still.

At the opposite three angels hovered in front,
Guarding the high Arch-angel Gabriel,the judge.
The last had a scroll he was reading,written in angel font,
 And as he read,the accused's heart was filled with grudge]


Righteous angel that guards the Earth,
Do you know why you are here and what accusations I bring forth?


Yes fellow son of the Lord,
I am well aware of the usage of my sword.


Very well then and listen close brothers,
What can you then tell me of the deed committed to the two daughters?

[ The accused's face grew weary and pale,
For all he felt was sadness,and it was stale.]


I believe I am guilty of another charge your lordship,
For I have beseech two and let neither follow.
Thus I admit to being guilty of bringing joy and then committed sorrow,
I believed myself a pastor and treated others as if sheep.

[The high arch-angel nodded with a sigh]


It sadness me brother to find that you were aware,
And to bring just judgement I ask you,what would you find fair?

[As the words left the high-one's lips,
Arkanis gathered up what seemed like a sad smile]


Dear brothers,
Although it may seem like blasphemy what you are about to hear,
Know that I have tread likely upon these following words,
And if I could be granted a final wish,
I'd ask nothing more and nothing less,
Then to be stripped of my immortal bounds,
And further ask that I'd be forgiven right before my execution.

[A silent murmur traveled the white room upon the angels.
After a few moments of silence the high one spoke his thougts]


No Arkanis,I deny you the integrity of your wish.
The deeds you have committed are too evil so that we'd honor you with death.
Yet still,you shall be stripped of all that has been given upon thee be the Lord,
And will be brought to proper justice.

[Arkanis's heart stopped for a moment]


An...An....And what might that be your lordship?
What more could I do to prove my regret?


By the wisdom gained throughout aeons of trial and judgement,
I hereby oblige you to return as the pastor that you once believed to be,
And with those sheep that you have spoken of,
You are to choose from the two,and lead a mortal life.

[The room fell silent,
The three angels keeping guard,slowly floating in the air,
Turned quickly to Gabriel and stood in a stupefied stare.
Then,one of them spoke.]


High Arch-angel Gabriel,purest of saints,
What is it that you speak of?
Why would you offer such petty as punishment,
Where is the justice in all this.

[Right before the purest of all could respond,
It was the accused that first understood the words that were about to come]


Fear not Erather,for Arkanis is second in purity here in heaven.
Tread wisely and understand what this means for him.

[Gabriel then turned his head from Erather and gazed upon Arkanis,
As the last let tears come from his eyes flow and be absorbed by the floor]


You must understand that there is no better punishment for our brother here,
Than to make him choose and see the other side of his decission haunt him for eternity.
He alone has brought this upon himself,
And it is he alone that will have to live in a haunting descent.

By judging him I have sent him to eternal torment,
And thus we shall give an example of our own upon humanity itself.
They shall thus learn of what it means to stray from one's road,
Instead of going forward...never left nor right.


joi, 19 septembrie 2013

Even more dreams

As promised,the evening's surprise arives with bitte steps.Hope you enjoy:

Even more dreams

I find myself amused of all the surprises offered by life,
Such that in a world covered by ignorance and strife,
There's still some left with their eyes keen and thoughts straight,
Such a pity that they can't sleep,as they lay awake and wait.

I find myself confused when faced with an equal,
As,even though,there's bound to be a sequel,
Could one be dreaming while being awake,
And if so,would this not be fatal as the poison of a snake?

I find myself dreaming,and all so many visions lay in front,
A vision of a lion sitting,still not sure if it must go to hunt.
Ahhh,majestic creature that guards my kingdom,can you hear,
It was those pigeons again,singing for you dear.

In the end,I find myself wanting with a fever for more,
It's an ever bloody battle,but heck,such a beautiful score.
It'd be wise to just pass away,at least until judgement day,
So that when you wake,you'd be there to stay.

Nalepa-Monday (The Glitch Mob Remix)

Move and you shall be moved,
Go on,continue to stare,cause that'll make me be there,
I stand my ground in lack of uncontested proof,
But when contested,I'd accept anything but a spoof.

joi, 5 septembrie 2013

Dreaming of dreams

["It's funny isn't it?"


"Is there nothing that you would love to say?"


"Well then that's just amusing..."]


Dreaming of dreams

It takes but a moment to meet someone,
Yet a lifespan would never be enough to convey,
As shapes change and disipate,leaving no one
But the eager to sit patiently and survey.

I've had so many dreams so far in and through time,
Dreams as sweet as candy and as wrotten as wet wood,
Yet I'd like to share a dream in a dream of mine,
Where all could fly while I just stood.

It was all covered in white on top of the Snowy Mountain,
Above the waters of a lifeless fountain,
Near which golden pigeons picked on the ground,
And all I could do was smile and cry at what they had found.

Now the lesson of the writting here,
Is that no one is ever far or ever near,
They're just caught in their own dream,probably dreaming still
Waiting for their inner flame to burn through their chosen steel.

Calvin Harris ft Florence-Sweet nothing

Patience is a virtue indeed,
Yet when one lingers for too long,
Even time will start singing that sad song,
With lyrics telling of the dream one did not heed.

duminică, 14 iulie 2013

All those questions

It's been way too long so here's the post (really straight-forward,right? :D )

There's some things in life,
Thing I'm sure none of us can't get past.
It's those things that haunt you in the night,
When falling asleep,it's the thing you think of last.

Still,what happens when it all becomes real?
What was once unforgiven,torn asunder,
Banished and stroke by thunder,
What has happened since,how did all that "heal"?

I remember it,as if yesterday,
As this memory has haunted me for so long.
I remember it all,I remember "the fray",
I remember the cold outside at first,I can ever recall any song.

There was so much hope,so much warmth even in the cold,
As if it weren't winter back then.
There was so much peace and struggle waiting to be sold,
And in the end,there was nothing,even when...


Countless nights had passed and hopes shattered all around,
As nothing ever seemed to work,and thus all fell apart.
Heed my advice,when you're telling youself it's so bad,for I know that sound,
I know the entire symphony,as I've sang it as the memories had start.

Some minds feed on all around,counting every gesture,
And whilest mine is no different,I find myslef starving.
There's this answer that I seek to find,to put an end to this craving mind,
And never was this hunger dominant,until the day I saw the "Yes".

Nickelback- Lullaby


I really hope you're reading this,
And remember what the PS always stood for.
[With this in mind,please proceed:]

I remember that I was last to speak,and because some time has passed since...


Read all of this over and over from the last day onward.
I'm sure that you'll find the (a) connection.
It is because of "Yes" that I wrote this.

marți, 16 aprilie 2013

Between two points

The heart is beating...



My dearest piece of paper,
How I've missed you once,I miss you still.
Even so,again as a traitor,
I rejoice the same,after paying my bill..

You could have been right,or could have been wrong,
Where once you sought,you had foretold.
Of the coming of things that must always fold,
Lovely,beautiful still,yet what a sad song.

I miss those old days...

I miss them even more as I see the new ones unfold.
All the traces,all that which none could hold.
A sad news today,for me,even sadder it reveals tomorrow,
Yet none wish to grief,and I'm left to flush the sorrow.

We will meet again fair piece of paper.

I promise...

Normally there's room for some,
Yet today it seems,there's room for none.


The Glitch Mob - Between Two Points

vineri, 8 februarie 2013

Erather's Curse (part 4)

[At the outskirts of the Saint's main fortress,Tearfall,
There stood Erather.

He wielded flying balls of fire around the outer rims of his body.

As he changed the angle he was looking towards,
The flaming balls went rushing,as if a goner running for his life,
Rushing towards that on which their master laid eyes upon,
Consuming all that could be burnt,leaving nothing but ashes.

He briefly paused his exercise,
And as his hand flickered as always,
The small devils disappeared under the moons light.]


What more is there to say,
When slowly,night turns into day,
As once the morning comes,none can ever stay,
That which we first wished to say.

Thus,the act of saying is left as a remembrance,
A light that is both deep and shallow,
A night that can cover and reveal any living shadow.
I was assembled by humans,yet I have no resemblance.

[Crossing the Snowy Mountains,
Foos,the eagle,continued his daily schedule,
He was almost back home after hunting the entire day.

The bird seemed to be aiming towards a largely grown forest,
Right next to the Lonely Plane.

A few moments by,a bit of fighting against the wind,
And Foos surely and quite softly landed on a tree.
He arrived just in time to great his master,Metira,
And what a joy for the now satisfied bird,
As she was singing:]


You are the ground beneath my steps
You are the governor of all my weeps
You are the leaves above the water
You are that which I call shelter.

Through the decades spent together
And all the faces that passed before and after
We were the revelation
We chose what stayed and then fade away.

"But would you leave me
If I told you what I've done?
And would you leave me
If I told you what has become?

Because it's so easy,
To sing it so cold,
But it's so hard my love,
To say it to you all alone."

Soulless I remain after so many dark thoughts
Of all those whispers,all those heavy whispers
That echoed deep within myself,beneath the rocks
That now comes to torture us all with its silence.


[The last mage suddenly turned,
Flickered his hands faster and faster,all so faster,
He started screaming with all his might,
His hands spinning with agony.

At last,right before his feet gave up to an invisible pressure,
His hands held at his chest finally stopping their ritual,
Somehow flowing in front of his body,
Let out an awful crack and a great sphere of burning flames,
Flames spit from hell,as if a reminder of hell,
Blew away into the distance,hungry as if a hunting pray,
Going for far above the pillar of stone in the distance.

His rage was not yet complete,
Yet his voice shake as it met the cold air of the night:]

How could you?
How dare you?
Who are you to take such a decision alone?

A curse is a curse for any other human out there,
Yet I pray that you will survive the blast,
As agony burns within my veins,
And if with love you threw our away...

[Erather rose from his knees,
His eyes of a burning gold,
Scrutinizing the night:]

Then I pray again that you survive the blast,
So that my vengeance will find you along with flesh.


[As the mage turned nervously back towards the fortress,
The enormous fireball kept dominating the sky,
In its awake,it seemed as if a new sun had lit the clouds,
Spreading shadows left and right,
Seeking for its pray.

Alas,along the edge of the mountain,
It came to sudden halt a few meters above the perfect ground.
The fireball sparked as it shrank to the size of a fist,
It's color golden growing,twisted and ever so glowing.

Alas,the once great sphere,
Now the size of an apple,
Had found what it desired,
And as the skies roared as if a thousand cries suddenly began,
The small ball turned to the woods,raging and ravaging.

[Another cry met the former,
A crack of thunder,and a line made of  lightning,
Tore the ground from the skies,
And met the glowing ball.

An explosion,
Rock,dust,bits of trees covered by fire,
All could be seen,yet nothing could be heard,
As the entire plain had been washed away with all those bits and pieces.


After the smoke wore off,
A fragile yet dominant silhouette remained were once stood a forest.
A bird took off towards the opposite region of the mountain from the figures hand.]

Fly away Foo and tell our king and father that we are ready...

He knows...


Florence + The Machine - No light , No light