Realm of the Dark Lord

Realm of the DarkLord

On General Idiocy

I will pay a penny for your thoughts,
When I have nowhere else to turn.
Although I suspect that I pay more than I ought,
For most people now just spuder and spurn.

Where has the mind gone,
So soon lost in our young years?
When we still have so long,
To laugh aloud, and cry in tears.

-DalamarDarklord

A Day, A Life

Daybreak, dawn, life beginnings.
The Sun of out heavens is lit,
Once agian in this world,
Like a fire, always dying;
Always rekindled.

Morning, the time of our youths.
The land, air, and waters warm
The the touch of the yellow fire;
Always rekindled.

Noon, the prime of day.
When all can feel the heat
Of the life giving light;
Always rekindled.

Evening, a time of rest.
The time to relax and enjoy life
As the fire dies, but it is
Always rekindled.

-DalamarDarklord

On Faith

Look far to the horizon
Where the Earth touches the Sky
To see the beginnings of Heaven
Where the faithful rejoice and the Angels fly

To hear the whispers of promised peace
And the light of eternity.
For it is there that fancies cease
Where dream enters reality.

Look to the waters of the seven seas
The blue of the water and blue above
Where He who listens, hears mortal plees
And keeps the faith and the love.

-DalamarDarklord

A Convo in Verse

Fate

The 3 sisters who weave the threads;
One birth, one vigor, one death.
Forever weaving the threads of life,
Forever seeing human strife -
Sorrow, happiness, hope, glory.
Only they know man's true story.

It is a tangled skein from which they weave,
The material from which our lives are concieved.
Is it by coincidence that we are here?
Is it by luck that we have life?
Fate only spins the yarn,
Fate only cuts the thread.

- DalamarDarklord

Patience

Patience is a virtue, so they say,
And I've here others advise,
"Practice it every day."

But is it simply a plan devised
To make us stay
Unaware of the passing day?

I know not of patience,
But to wait,
Is one of the things I truly hate.

-DalamarDarklord
(inspired by Amanda's "brb in 15 min")

Randomly Written

Can a poem be random?
If I say that I have re-written this?
That my first try bore no fruit?

Can a poem be random?
If I think of rhyme and meter?
Or of something even neater?

Can a poem be random?
If I notice my own repitition?
And appluad my own thoughts?

-DalamarDarklord

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Life's Blood

Eating, breathing, sleeping, living,
All for life, all for naught.
Why do we have our minor quibblings
When each moment spent comes closer rot?

The most precious of jewels shines dull
From misuse and careless waste.
For excess creates a false lull,
And there seems no need for haste.

But the years pass faster than we think,
And life's blood slowly drips.
So catch it before it sinks,
And hold it in your lips.

-DalamarDarklord



	wind... water... air... and earth... all conspire against the heavens --- or bow down to heaven and love.. intertwined they twist a knot around the heart to a planet's core and when love takes its shears the soul is free to fly --- So we should let it be... but it is early yet to be alone so fly a bit and then come home for the soul is a person without a house as free as a bird, but timid as a mouse. --- timid meek it shies away hides in a corner come and play perhaps another day with the pendalum sway outside again where the sun beats down the wind brushes by the earth sprouts below and the water soothes out don't give out another corner reborn her into another place.. --- rebirth is rare so have care what you wish is unlikly... so keep your corner for your soul and let it grow with the Earth below.... --- rebirth is in each thought every twist in the strand of living it changes your outlook you can tell by the book coming very far in such a short time can send you to a corner bare but it is there that'll another thought will revolve and again you are different- reborn --- The corner bare is only the beginnings of hope...of life... of living... Decorate your corner as you fill your soul and play out your heavenly role for rebirth is yet far away but on earth, you still must stay... --- in that corner not so bare hidden is a self-portrait when the night shadows leave from it don't despise your face keep the water in your cup and tears will not melt the ink perhaps a little rouge added with each thought a new you in a mirror till the night shadows come again --- if your image gives you pain, look not at the reflection but rather into the heart and light a candle within to chase away the dark --- who sees the flame in the night? alas alas not burning so bright one element inside the others try not to hide flames in the eye water in the heart flowers in the hair wind in the voice one has shown now the others must be borne make way darkness you're not marked for success you're marked for distress --- The eternal flame burnz Brightly to overcome the dark The power of learned, Comes from the inner fire. Flame may be in the heart as well as the eyes for you must keep faith in the stars and follow what you belive is true So that the flame will burn for you. --- you quite catch her off gaurd --- distress is but a part of life as we all must suffer through strife The challeges we accept the Dangers we take May not be of our own make, but shapes us as we partake of the journey that is life --- alright alright lord bard you win this round she'll brush up on her rhymes perhaps.. --- ahh... sweet victory but victory is not a statement 'tis an event, a win and did I actually win? 'tis for the Angel to state... What says she now of her melancoly of late? --- she says it has been battled to exhaustion she be but an apprentice in skill poetry is of the moment misguided as youth no mystic canters that hypnotze or rhymes that mesmerize just love and hate mixed in a vat the three sisters know it well and string life from it form, legthen snip.. that is all that time can wrought what says you; can it be bought? --- The 3 sisters can be cruel, One of lifes few rules. The snip cannot be postponed, nor should it be hurried for Fate is but an agent of what we have wrought and They but sort what the whole world has bought --- how do humans know this can only be guesses at what's above what's below heaven hell who bloody knows --- Does earth not know of sky? 'tis but a lie that tells of the ignorance of dust And of the heavens that must be so far away... --- the sea knows of sky blue relecting blue it is no lie to look upon such hue until the humans walk this way clouding up everything mother cries make it go away may have to smash her delicate things --- Perhaps we are the foe but as you say, "who knows?" and is it remedy to sit in self pity? To state the evils of man? 'tis as appropriate as putting out a fire by blowing the forge with a fan. --- she sits content for now eyes half closed the universe is vast marbles in your hand and yet it slips when you sleep another dream, another reality till dawn rises in the sky each little flames is the same no matter shape or size in endless drifts of black --- Yes, 'tis tru... but a lil death is simply the start of another segment of life When now events People, places, things, faces Crowd out the old bring in the new and start again