reverie

just got the itch... gentlemen start the clock... Weary are the the hands that hold the loftly one's so high and bold... To lift you up so far and high Think not upon the one's that died... Keep standing tall, since all you see Are lovely happy tragidies... And the shatter hearts you sank into the ground Will never reach you, or make you frown... -time-... revery the dreamlost... "i love everyone, except the people i hate..." the dream continues... Edited by: reverie at: 6/28/02 7:31:54 pm

i like this one too, but i'd throw a 'the' in front of whole in the 2nd stanza... and change 'with' to 'so' right before 'malign' and throw the comma after bleeding... but's that just my opinion.... revery the dreamlost

i like it, exspecially the first stanza... write more plz... revery the dreamlost

*oh this is meant to be a song... so it prolly won't translate as while in stand-alone lyric form... oh well here goes* You don’t know me, Yeah you don’t know me. But you might as well There’s something in the way you… You don’t know me, Yeah you don’t know me Well you might as well There’s something in the way you… -But you don’t want to see my fear tonight -And you don’t want to see all the pain I fight… Yeah- you don’t know me And you won’t know me ‘til I give you the chance… There’s something in the way you… You don’t know me, Yeah, you don’t know me… ‘cause I let the words die on my lips Another unsung melody… -So help me remember, then let me forget -Why life seems in slumber, the further you get? ‘Cause you don’t know me, Yeah you don’t know me But you might as well There was just something in way you smiled. revery the dreamlost... Edited by: reverie at: 6/28/02 6:50:24 pm

***hmm can't seem to get italics to work... will keep trying... hmm, well i'm stumped... anyway all the internal dialogue should be italized, i just can't figure out how... Back inside the Cabaret Room, the dreamlost stares off blankly towards the path the old one used to make his exit. Having always been slightly out of focus with reality, the full import of all that had occurred still had not fully penetrated the clouded mind of Revery. Slowly as the tangled wisps start to fade, the dreamlost reclaims himself enough to remember his scattered discs strewn all about the tavern floor. Forgetting his own warning about the perils of the ever sickening floor, Revery leans down to recover his Rambler's Anonymous chip, resting as luck would have it by one of his brilliantly gleaming boots... His eye's glazing over in awe of the quiet beauty of dimly lit candle flames dancing across the deep pool of shimmering black, the dreamlost once again withdraws into himself: ...shiny dancers before my eyes... stretched out you waver, when wind blows by... "So i guess he was one of the old ones huh," a voice deep inside Revery mused? "Well you're not so young yourself you know," the dreamlost reflected back on himself... "Bah, who's talking here; Castle, Castle? is that you...," wondered the voice... "of course not silly, castle died over a thousand years ago when you left terra...,"the dreamlost replied internally smirking... A somewhat furlong expression of recognition forms on revery's brown and nodding he replies, [/i]"oh yes, i see... so who was that old one again?"[/i] "The dreamer...," the other voice replied matter of factly... Perking up a little, "oh dream!, Oh it's been too long...my how he has changed, and i must say the years have not been to kindly to him..." "No, No, No..." the dreamlost voice came back... "Not dream, or a dream, or daydream, or ever dreamweaver, but The Dream or the Dreamer as his prefers to be called, if allowed to be called of course..." Revery lazily yawns back "i have absolutely no idea what your talking about... who are you again? In a somewhat pleading matter, "rev, rev... try to focus here, you could have got yourself killed with that little stunt..." Given his head a mental toss, "humph, killed, as if would be that easy... Those who share their light with the intangibles are rarely so easily extinguished... Besides he asked, i answered, and how was i to know, he didn't have a sense of humor... In condensing manner the persistent conscience remark, "oh i don't know, the hideous scars, the multifaceted swirl of his eyes, or the ungodly bad-ass don't @##$ with me aura that seeped from every pore of his body, weren't enough of a hint, 'Ae there rev???" Dismissively he says, "Oh, I've fought between the planes a time or two, and come to think of it i must predate, a good number if not all the original bards of old terra." Then smiling Revery continued, "I’m sure it would have been a fun to luck horns with that one... it be light old times fighting those crazy wizards and whatnot" Sighing, the saner voice replied, "true in part, but as long lived as you have proven yourself to be in the past, you have rarely commented yourself to the trails needed to raise to such levels power. Always preferring instead to live at the fringe of dreams and unreality, lost in your studies of the flippant, trivial, and insane magic’s of ages past." Then as an after thought, "And rev i hate to break it to you, but those wizard ripped apart and destroyed everything you loved in terra; the only reason you survived any of it, was because you buffed them into thinking you were much more powerful than you really were..." Shrugging slightly to cover a smallest hint of his hurt pride, Revery, replies "ya know you’re usually not this direct, who are you again?" "Well you're usually, not this arrogant or stupid..." the voice said smugly... "And it never ceases to amaze me how you thrived so in the blitz realms where hate and rage reigned supreme," it added.. ... The barkeep of the Cabaret room regarded Reverie with a long thoughtful look... "hmm, he hasn't moved or blinked in about 6 hours now..." Walking over to give the dreamlost a more thorough look, he concluded, "Why I don't even think he's breathing, I'd say that zadown fellow must given him a terrible spell of magic to leave him in that state." Sighing, "well can't say he didn't deserve it; a fool thing to do, taunting a plane-walker like that..." Smiling the Portrait of Zool laughed, "oh don't worry about Revery, he'll be fine just as soon as the polish ware's off that boot of his..." "Well, i just thought he was looking a little, well a little... um, dead as the case may be..." the barkeep said slightly cocerned. Still smiling zool continue, "oh no really, he's fine, happens all the time... Just close off that area if it disturbs you so much, he'll come around after a while... Well eventually..." O.O.C… Hi, I’m not terriblely good at this sort of thing… I struggle with writing in my own character let alone interacting with others… so I’ve written myself a tidy little out, unless someone can think of something better… ...hmm can't seem to get italics to work... will keep trying... hmm, well i'm stumped... revery the dreamlost

Seated towards the end of the bar, a mage clad in dark blue cloak, sips casually on mug of warm cider... Softly tapping one well-oiled boot to a beat no one else hears, he puts the mug aside and starts to build small towers from multi-colored discs. Stacking the small round chips this way and that, occasional glimpses of half faded inscriptions appear: "Archmage Anonymous" "Rambler's Anonymous" "Wisher's Anonymous" "Pill Popper's Anonymous" "Power Puff Anonymous" "Buffy Anonymous" "Guilder's Anonymous" "Anger management and the new you" "Support group for an insomniac’s who live in a dreamworld" "Support group for a dreamer's with insomnia" "Support group for counselor’s of support groups "Support group for writer's block: when muses leave" "Friends don't let friends write under the influence" "Friends don't let friends mage drunk" "Friends don't let friends steal state secrets" "Friends don't let friends drink blood wine, ale, mead, beer, shots, shooters, rubbing alcohol or anything else he's allergic too, and should not be doing since he knows better." "Hugs not drugs" "Why not hugs and drugs?" "Hugger’s Anonymous" Engrossed in his task he barely noticed the entrance of the ancient dreamer, now standing at the bar... However, upon hearing the bard's hail to all in the cabaret room, Revery snaps awake. His hands clumsily toppling over his tower's of support to the dark and foreboding floor below... Considering for a moment revery looks down. Then sighing, the dreamlost says softly, "I think those are best left there for now, there's no telling what sort of enchantments have been set down there, and light only knows what terrible creatures lurk down there, below the stools..." Casting the Bard a look, he hastily scribbles a response to the long absent one's query. Walking up to the old one, revery hands him the note, then walks quickly away back towards the end of the bar and out of harms way. To Zadown: Lots yours, revery the dreamlost "an animal mind cannot deal with being a plant" (gryfalcon) the dream continues...

hmm, seems fitting for like a pronologe or something... Under winter's spell the land lay still in slumber... Evil dude, looked out from starry heights ... fill, yadda, insert poem... No really, it's quite good. Nice illustration of death as the ultimate equlizer... revery the dreamlost "can't talk to a phsyco, like a normal human being" (poe/the singer) the dream continues...

hmm, get a pop up killer maybe... revery the dreamlost "I am sparticus..." (old movie) the dream continues...

hmm, someone offered me a job the other day... Anyways turns out it was something akin to Amway(do your own research *shudders*)... well not exactly... Anyway, as the sale's pitch went on, people "ooo'd" and "aaah'd," in much the same way as some unholy union between an adventist church and an informercial gone wrong. Seeing through the emotional triggers and cue's, i amused myself by writing these... 20june2002 Untitled See the suits All dressed in black Surround their prey A supposed attack... Whether sincere or false It matters not It's only a stardard business plot. untitled 20jun 2002 Soul's to sell A time in Hell I wonder whether We need this place -For a time You'll seek to find A different heaven For Soul's release ----------------------- okay, that was fun revery the dreamlost "one, two, three, once again go..." (a.mann) the dream continues...

oh wow. In looking over this i just had an an an a-p-i-f-f-a-n-i-a, aphiffiny, apifiny, um a moment of clarity... i just realized how i come up with most of my rythme scymes... I like automately (or at least try) to get the syllables to line up and if i can't, then i have them do a swing type thing, by over or under compensating the syllables inversely in the next line... Wow, i have to look over some my older stuff to see if my Hypothosis holds true... revery the dreamlost **leaves running off to the far off lab of the dreamlost** ------------------------ **runs back gasping** okay did some analysis... turns out is not as clear cut as all that... Seem's by dropping a syllable here there it drives a beat of a particular line one way of the other... this is fun, but my hands are getting tired counting syllables... hmm, i work more this later rev... Edited by: reverie at: 6/17/02 5:54:57 pm

Not sure how to write one of these ode type things... but oh well here goes... Always supportive or ever so kind Readily hugs, to sooth out a bind... A sweet little vixen, both friend and a muse Figured i'd write this, have nothing to lose... See her off casting... Her Wishes so far This one seems lasting, No satelite stars... okay... that was fun revery the dreamlost Edited by: reverie at: 6/17/02 5:25:37 pm

I like it... It kind of decends neatly when you speak it... Maybe your could write a varation on it and expand it some... revery the dreamlost

Post more, that's how i got in. i just kept stacking up reply after reply with poems and improvs, 'til they finally relented and let me in. Hahahahhahahahha.... Of course they then conveniently forgot that little detail, for oh about 2 months... After a few reminders they remembered... must of been the constant knocking on the door thing. It really gets annoying after a while... Ah, religious fanatics have taught me well... Speaking of fanatics, i like have this sick twisted ultra-sadistic revenge type idea. Okay, don't know if i've mentioned it but i'm military, anyways... Here's goes, I thought calling up my old recruiter posing as a hopeful recruit. I'd call him up and ask him to come to a certain address (like i'm going to use my own house **shudders**) What he doesn't know is at the same time, i've called the local Mormon and Jehovah witness chapter's in the surrounding area and tell them, i'd like to be a part of their respective churches but first i need a few questions answered... So, when the army recruiter get to the house, i tell him to wait, cause i've invited friends over that are interested in joining up... When the fanatics show up, i bolt the door from the outside, and run like Hell... Um, okay... well, i have a poem to write... Good luck mira revery the dreamlost Edited by: reverie at: 6/16/02 4:33:53 pm

Hmm, nice work... got the whole duality thing going... Keep it up... i'm sure the almost dragon guy will come out of hiding enventually... Don't think you need the contradition though, it just sorta just sticks out... btw, i'm still a novice, so what the heck do i know anyway... revery the dreamlost... Edited by: reverie at: 6/16/02 4:15:44 pm

oh wow, you guys are actually running with that? Well i guess i better finish that one for signe then... (hey you have your muse, i have mine)*sighs* this could take a while... revery the dreamlost

hmm, do you mean ode instead of owe? either works i guess. not bad for being so quickly improvised in irc... You get an "A" for capturing the moment so... revery the dreamlost... Edited by: reverie at: 6/16/02 7:14:48 am

really? Wow, i have to pay more attention to my sub-concious more then. revery the dreamlost

(Conversion Confusion, this is the original post in this thread) Once again, as developed in the draftroom: pub57.ezboard.com/fthedra...ID=3.topic Thirst Thirst. Thirst for the world. Trying to find out if it will die. Will it? Or will it try? To redye all back to the green. A new beginning to push back the yellow. Yellow at the fringe of crimson, lost of a sickly man. His pajamas under the floor board. I hear it… Tick tock. Hi. I’m here too, you know. But do you care? I will try today, so tomorrow I can rest. So sayeth the vicious cycle. No rest for the weary Weaver of The Wheels With the grease that turns the glue soft, smooth, and flowing Lose, …then win. Flow, …in a broken spirit Lost. Try and you will fall for the way you tried. Have courage and be honest. And you will write anew. So stop trying to try And just do what comes natural To bounce is fun. So bounce. Can you? Or will you just take it again. And again. revery the dreamlost Edited by: reverie at: 6/14/02 12:50:16 pm

Hey what's that last line mean anyways? Nice poem... took me a sec to get the going...(had to convert it to a swing thing in my head...) something to do with computers really... it's meanings lost of me, but i get what your going for... nice work... revery the dreamlost

(Conversion confusion, this is actually the third post in this thread) naw, go right ahead... Since i really don't know what this poem means anyway... i just wrote it straight out of my head... then did some edit work on it in the draft room... revery the dreamlost

Main Entry: rev·er·ie Variant(s): also rev·ery /'re-v&-rE, 'rev-rE/ Function: noun Inflected Form(s): plural rev·er·ies Etymology: French rêverie, from Middle French, delirium, from resver, rever to wander, be delirious Date: 1657 1 : DAYDREAM 2 : the condition of being lost in thought I respond to both pronounciations... but rev... will do too... revery the dreamlost

aw, dang man, please tell me you saved the orginal... lately i've taken up the policey of not overwriting an orignal without saving it for future reference. I do this for clarity on the theme i was trying to get at... Plus it leaves the track to the orginal inspiration open and readily availble to take back up. I find, i tend to muddle things if i do other wise... Your new poem, is a nice with its ranting style against well "the system" ... Rage a lot of us have felt, thus easily to relate and tap into... I liked your other poem too... just wasn't sure about what you were saying about love. Whether or not it was compasionate for love to spare people of itself, i guess depends on your outlook on love. Sure it's a real complicated thing that turns you totally inside out and what not... But i would think the toil worth it... though unrequieted love may, be something the personified love could seek to spare us of... Um, okay i'm rambling... but i wonder if love was really the what was being felt in the first place... revery the dreamlost...

Um, hi... It's been a while sense I’ve done one of these so bear with me... Okay, okay tuning into right brain... ready set go... So here I am considering as I usually do, all the various roads and paths that I’ve taken that have led me up to this point in life. I look back over my many years, (well not that many really) and look in the mirror and think, 'dang? How’d I get here.' Then I open up a half-forgotten journal I wrote for my senior year of high school. The first entry reading something: 'If I were five years older than I am now, I'd be the same age as my girlfriend. That's right she's 23 and tends to take up most of my free time, and I’m writing this because I don't want to forget about her in the years to come.' Well, the five years has past. More than five really, 6 years and I’m 24. Whatever she meant to me then, a piece or two still lingers on. As I read further into the journal, I laugh at as I recognize the actions and missteps that undid us. Seeing faults and mistakes, some of which have not all together left me... I see, fear and indecision of the future... I see the numb and blankness of mind I let fall over my eyes back then. A foolish yet effective defense mechanism against the past and all it's regrets. I remember the stomach pains and anxiety of that the both greatest and worst of year of my life... It was pure hell really, for reasons that I’m still not ready to go into... but one day I guess I’ll lift it off my soul and learn to have fun again. Until that time, I wonder in a kind of limbo, here and there, writing of this and that in the constant pretence of trying to better myself, expand my mind, and what not... Reading philosophy, searching for answers, forsaking what I once thought as truth in an attempt to open my mind up to more truth in the world, though a great part of me, believes everything's relative to the person in a subjective sort of way and the whole universal truth thing is just something we create so we can attach ourselves to something. That's is till I remember a felt power or presence from past that I quickly squash down to keep from infringing on my new open type mind. But then I can't blame all on that year, for it was just a small step really. Many paths could have been taking around all that confusion. Also I find now that life is not so bad, and I never feel more alive then when I’ve forming the rhythms and rhymes to poems or song in my head.... To lose yourself in anything is grand; to lose yourself in creating is a wonder. So, now I look again on today and the six years that have past. True I could have done them different, or maybe I even should have. However, I cannot change any of that. To tell the truth, I’m so much stronger now compared to the shell of person I was back then, why should i change any or it. So as I tune into my right brain while the left orders it all in neat dustbins, I choose to remember the past, yet move forward. Yet one mistakes still smites me, and blurs my vision no matter what games I play in my head. A light destroyed never shines the same again. Also I learned that the problem with remembering past is that you can always go back further and further.... And the further back you go, the less control you had. So much that if you go back too far, you start to ponder, oh, silly things... Like of all the places in the world my globetrotting mom, could have picked to live, why in the name of all that is sacred did she settle for Georgia. See you can't do stuff like that cause then you just keep going back and back... In my case I can go all the way back to say, just a little bit before the american civil war, in an fledging kingdom of Siam to curse a king for not leaving his throne to his son... But, thinking like that is stupid anyway, cause then you start thinking time travel, and hey wait a minute, I’m multi-racial and I’d prolly never have been born sort of scenario’s not so unlike Marty Mcfly exploits in 'back to the future' 1985! Ugh! Life's too short... If you want to rewrite the past fine, then do so, here's your quill, go for it buddy... Ya know there's a booming industry in alternate histories now a days. Ya know, like what if comic's... People are in love when the what ifs of the world. Maybe that what cause all the gossip too in the world. ...Well I’m pulling myself out of this tangent, I just realized I have a job to do bright and early, so sleep might be a good idea... But as i approach the edge of sleep, a thought lingers anyway... "i'm writting this because i don't want to forget her in the years to come" The old saying holds true, I guess: Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it... And in way you never imagined possible... good night all, revery the dreamlost... Edited by: reverie at: 6/12/02 7:16:43 pm

hmm, not exactly sure what your getting at... but i'm got an inkling... oh, i think your going for irony right? revery the dreamlost...

why thankyou... It was a hard poem to tame really, but it got better as the months went by... plus the draft room helped me reorganize my thoughts... oh btw who's elo? revery the dreamlost...