Collection 3 of the works of Rodriquez Wrenchezo

Collection 3 Collection 3 of the works of Rodriquez Wrenchezo

The Third collection

Collection 3, #1

The Traveler,(part 1)

August '95-10/13

I fought the winter's grip,
only to succumb to summer's embrace.
I am a part of spring, by birth,
Yet I am suited, by nature, to the fall of night.

I am a traveler, journeying in a lost land,
looking for peace and a place to call my own,
among the crowding people of every nation,
I am a wonderer, looking for a place to call home.

traveling, in a lost land, a lost mind,
and forgotten memories. A wanderer of many
realms, with little faith and less knowledge
of times past, fogged present, and a hidden future.

Ever Onward, A journey never ending
to find a lost land, burned long ago
The ashes taken by the wind, to spread
its fame across the world's land.

Walking across a land, seeing the familiarity
of old times, yet many oddities and strangeness
seem to leap out to remind of the land, and
that it isn't where the journey began or ends.

Come Traveler, traveling to a new home, lost
in a distance, fleeing a forgotten past,
haunting him in the dreams of the
night, which he must travel upon
another's land.

Come, lose yourself, in my world,
I am here to help you, I am part
of your past you fled from. Yet I am not
the reason you fled from your land.

I took our vision, that land lost long ago,
and rebuilt it with my image upon it, a land
of true freedom, with many people
A land deliciously corrupt in its own mind.

Come, traveler, it is my vision that
You once believed in, why not now.
Why do you flee from the past that is
ong gone from the time you once knew.

This is not right. I must not let the past
and its remembrances involve me in a world,
not of my making, my friend, leave to me my misery
it is the only way that I can forget the lie I once beheld.

I am not the man that once lived in those times,
a difference of perception and a reality, unfolded
upon my mind has now taken me to a newer
existence, and a travel to find this place I lost.

I do not want to see your world, your land of corruption,
it is to alike and to different from the land that I used to call home,
and I need not know its name to know that it is flawed and broken.
It is a land upon which rests the soul of the dead man, never taken nor wanted.

Also, I was a protector of peace and justice back in the home
I left, in its shattered state of burned ruin. And before the wars
it was a shining land of freedom and safety, then dissension and greed
caused the strife and wars among the houses that ruined my home and peace.

I have no wish to involve myself in the wars of another land that I
have no knowledge of, and even less understanding of. I am not the same
man that I was and I do not remember all that I was, only that you and I were
riends, not enemies, yet our goals were not the same and did not coincide with each
other.

My friend it saddens me to hear you speak of our friendship so,
we may not have had the same ideas of justice but our ends were the same,
the ending of the wars of the houses that eventually tore our home apart
and lead us upon the paths that we now walk today.

I cannot force you into my domain, however I wish to make you see your destiny
upon the reality that we both travel upon. I can only give you words of advice that may
help you in your quest of forgetfulness. One, there are others of us out here,
their own worlds and times, rebuilding their own image upon a destroyed realm
and some of them were and are not friendly to any of their past, especially one such as
you were. Also if you forget everything else. remember the powers that you once had
they will help you in your travels, your were the best of us, and had the most skill, even
if there were several who were more powerful that you in might and arts.

I cannot remember the power that I once possessed, I only know that
it made me to confident of my own power and reckless in what should have
never happened. My own folly helped in the destruction of my lost home and land
and I vow that this will never happen again. I travel to find a settlement for my own,
and to absolve the soul of the guilt held within, do not try to stop my pursuit. I will leave
your land, in peace, so long as you do not pursue me, but remember that I still have some
of the knowledge left and I will use it the fight against the greed and power seekers in these
realms.

My friend, I would not for the world, mine that is, dare to try to pursue for
you seem to have forgotten many things, yet your mind knows more than you let
on. You could bring destruction to the realm that I have created yet you chose to leave
in peace, and in peace, mine that is, you shall. All I ask is that you do not disturb this world
that I have labored to create so that I may rest in peace knowing my dream
is fulfilled.

I shall go and in going shall leave my mark upon your world, know this I am leaving
wisdom and good to be found that will cleanse the greed and evil that you have imprinted
upon your realm and in doing so shall corrupt your dream into something not evil but good! It
shall be your burden to lighten the evil of the soul and in doing this you shall live free of the
wrong that was done to us long ago. I bid you farewell, my friend.

A flash of light and a pursuing darkness engulf the traveler as he invokes a
ritual of old, that of traveling through the realms and time. A groan as a
timeless young-old man wakes up upon a deserted beach with memories
of a vast land of unyielding corruption.

Collection 3, #2

Have you danced with the Devil
on a cold moon Light?
Set him at your doorsteps
while you went inside
to conversate with a whole
new being about a totally different
truth.
Found out that the other side
has known a reality that you have
not found.
Gone to your den to ruminate upon the
lie that has been your life
Mediate the dispute between the
You and You in your yoyoing mind
Found the middle point of the existence
of yourself to press upon the days ahead
Gone back to the devil to tell him of your discovery
within yourself and that you can no longer dance
The cold moon away into the sunrise of the new day.
Look at the new day as It was a long time ago and to glimpse
what it will be upon the future time tonight.
Watch the day fly by as you race upon the course set to you
and waited for all time long.
Fought in a useless war to reveal the senselessness of your plight
and that of others and to change the unchangeable in the sight of
all eternity.
Sought the peace that refuses to yield its
secrets to the likes of the warrior pursuing it
Grasped the truth that the peace brings
upon its wings of time and fading as the
days lose their touch upon the plane
for the reality sakes of mind
Sought entrance into the reality, glimpsed,
lost and seen in the distance upon an island of
hope and despair.
Fought for the hope in the attempt
to pass the way by despair and
forego the pattern of not knowing.
Longed for the knowledge of the times
that are different in the chance to begin
anew.
Wanted the chance for a new time
and beginning so that you can provide
a way for the future to unfold.
The unfolding of the future and the
conjuration of the past into a unseen
light at the end of time's pages.
Flipped to the last pages of time
to conjure the past into the present
to try correcting the flaws of the forbears
by bringing a new understanding in the annals
of knowledge.
Realized that with the new understanding
a new begining was reached and a
new era began in the life and times
of truth and understanding.

Collection 3, #3

October 28 to Nov 1'95

Far-walker
Shadow Searcher
Soul-giver
Truth-teller and meaning gone together,
A soul given across the distance,
to another. each glimpsed bt the other,
yet unseen and unheard, not touched,
only felt by the other, and read by the
eyes of a foreign being. A bonding and
a revalation as time goes and something happens,
no longer mere play, but passion for the other that
can not be seen, many leagues separating eacg
from the other. I am lost and floundering as the love
increases and something happens, I do not know what
do to, except continue to hope and gaze at a beloved's
unseen eyes.

Friend, lover, I call you, heed
my unspoken desire, my High flung
love, given in a moment to someone
unknown but known, in the soul,
and with only a glimpse back to
recognize the temptation of what might have been
to realize the depth of what it is.

My life, my love, yours my beauty,
I do not know you yet how can I love you?
I know you, I gave my soul to you, it is yours,
what am I to do, now? I am lost in this feeling
and there is nothing that I know. I bared my soul
and opened my heart to you, you are my love,
my beloved forever and always, ever shall I be yours.

I see the light and in it is your image, obscured by the
brightness of who you are. I see the moon and in it is your
beauty, that of the ethereal and luminescence of the night's
light. I gaze upon the stars and see your eyes, and their brightness
that are full of life. My image of you is so fulled with beauty that
I can not see you, and I weep in the knowledge that someday I may see
and know that I gave my life to one such as you.

Collection 3 #4

The First Gray(unfinished)

Prologue

Sun risen
over a Sun setting,
Moon blight
in Earth's light.

Star's stage
into the Cosmos sight
A milky Way
obscuring the truth
of night and darkness

The light revealed in
its endless travels
across the galaxy
and beyond.

A timeless being
chasing an adversary
worthy of the Devil's name.

An old man sitting in front
of a young student, waiting
for ancient knowledge
fof times forgotten and
ftruths veiled and enlightened
finto the night for the purpose of light.

fA child hidden until the time is right.

fA unborn thought waiting for the
true sign.

fA man crying out in pain as his love is torn from him

fA women heeding a cry coming to comfort and finding
fno one and a whistling wind blowing out of the skies.

fA wind blowing the change of times as the people of the era
fight for the change into something different and better.

A sky storming as the people cry out in shame for what they have wrought in their
pursuit of power and greed.

A weeping earth as her wounds slowly heal and time forces the forgetfulness of
how the wounds were garnered in the first place and man turns to his favorite pursuit,
that of war and power and all in the name of knowledge and advancement.

A child born of the light into the dark, a part of both and of neither, destined to be the best of
each and the bane of both. A child gifted with the sight, and raised by the worst of both to
be the best of all in the quest for balance of the world.

A ray of hope, a beacon in the night, and shelter from the light. A child given the power of
all, to be the first true gray wizard of the world, able to handle both light and dark and
combine them into something unique.

A darkened sky, A flash of light, A flare from the Magic of both and a sigh
a man's cry at his first taste of the power bestowed upon him. A quietness, a moan,
realization as he remembers the knowledge given to him at birth, his, a power to destroy or
save, yet not unmatched as another stands apart from him at another distance and place,
his opposite in all ways except in power, his equal, another gray, two at the same time when
there stood none before them and unopposed except for each other.

A truth as the forces of both light and dark had their own perspectives in line and
the lines were drawn as the war was on to determine who would dominate this era
of time and meaning.

A traveler, old as the time, well almost as old as time, yet wise in the ways of power and
magic, a sorcerer and an creator. A true teller, a story giver and a prophet of what may
happen in the prediction of all and the most likely outcome. A visionary and an adviser in
the struggle to come as the two become four and then two back to four as they are forced to
separate and go different ways in the pursuit of truth.

A fighter, a thief, and a leader. all in one, needed to survive, along with an elvin cleric, a
metalsmith dwarf, and a clan assassin. One for each of the old elementals: fire, water,
earth, and wind. All on a quest for the one and his other, a race for time and truth, a coming
of the nexus of all and a diversion along one road or the next, all unknown in the unwitting
opponents of each other.

A dark man, machine and animal, an amalgam of old, new, past, present, and the possible
future. With him, her, an old witch, deeply rooted into the power of the dark night and evil in
all ways. Also a fighter, without wit or intelligence, only brawn and skill, endowed with the
best skill of every weapon, a truly mindless fighter, only wanting the violence and the kill. A
fourth, an unrevealed reality, a representative of what may be, a shadow, the worst kind of
foe, someone who cannot feel.

A flowing time, a waiting clock, a journey's beginning and a fellowship formation. Hendrick,
Kothseus, I call you to fulfill your destiny, find the others and repair the damage done by the
evil I unleashed, unwittingly upon the world. You are my hope, my life, and the bringers of
another fate. There is a terrible burden that is to fall upon you, yet I trust you, both, to do
what needs to be done.

I am here, freed, at last, to do what I should have done before. My champions, those who
hold the best of my power have no match. They are the true rulers of this world and none
shall come between them and my dominion of this world. I bestow upon them my powers
and my knowledge, they go forth with my blessing and my pain!( -Klarom's prophecy)