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The young man awoke - Startled
By the clear but commanding
Voice of his host
He looked up at the speaker
The wife of an in-keeper
Daughter of a farmer
But, she was a strong woman.
She had a hard face.
Chorus:
If you looked into her eyes
You could see a tinge of sorrow
If you stared into her smile you could glimpse
The many souls that once had crossed her path
And If you searched her face
You could feel,
She had more than once welcomed Death
“Hey! You listening!”
She asked him again,
“Why’re you here?”
He left no answer
“Fine,” she said
As she left the room.
“Diner’s on the table
If you want it.”
“Remind her of why
you’re staying here?”
Chorus
He shut the door on his way out
And she opened it one last time.
Where Death stood waiting.
He just smiled
It was her last time.
Her last time:
For this time she opened the door
To leave.
Chorus
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Poem (Based on the Prologue)
The young man awoke
Startled by the clear but commanding
Voice of his host
“Remind me of why
you’re staying here?”
He looked up at the speaker
The wife of an in-keeper
Daughter of a farmer
Distinctively indistinct
But, she was a strong woman.
Her posture striking
Tempered by years of war
She had a hard face.
If you looked into her eyes
You could see a tinge of sorrow
If you stared into her smile you could glimpse
The souls that once had crossed her threshold
And If you searched her face
You could feel,
She had welcomed Death
Many more times then once.
“Hey! You listening!”
She asked him again,
“Why’re you here?”
He left no answer
“Fine,” she said
As she left out the room.
“If you want it,
Diner’s on the table.”
Behind her, leaning against the dresser
Stood his love and his aid
Perfectly balanced, like their maker
A pair of mismatched blades.
The shorter one, his favorite of the two,
Was, not only reverse-blade,
but forged from gray steel
With hilt and guard of silver filigree.
The first a sword of protection
The second of death.
A twin pair of strength and majesty
A tool of the hunted
Carefully wrapped in black silk,
Lay the second.
Made of ebony steel.
It was a killing sword.
This blade was long and thin.
Folded uncountable times
Sharpened at a diamond’s point.
No weakness. its crime
Surprisingly he had grown to like her
These past few days,
He was thankful
For her bluntness
He must move on.
Too long in one place
Brought danger to his door
Leave them too much time to trace
He felt sorry
For what he had to do,
But he had no choice
He had to cover his tracks.
He went down the stairs,
With him. his belongings
Alone at the table,
She looked up at him.
Across from her
Another place setting waited
He crossed the room and sat to eat.
The minutes slowly passed.
His eyes rose to meet the window
The sun had begun to set.
‘It’s time’ he thought, and stood with a sigh.
He reasoned to himself-
'it’s only her Who
I must pass this by'
He drew the longer blade,
The brilliance of the silver
Playing in the light of the setting sun.
And he spoke the words - “Forgive me.”
He shut the door on his way out
And she, she opened the door one last time.
Where Death was waiting.
He smiled
It was her last time.
Her last time:
For she opened the door
This time, to leave.
Startled by the clear but commanding
Voice of his host
“Remind me of why
you’re staying here?”
He looked up at the speaker
The wife of an in-keeper
Daughter of a farmer
Distinctively indistinct
But, she was a strong woman.
Her posture striking
Tempered by years of war
She had a hard face.
If you looked into her eyes
You could see a tinge of sorrow
If you stared into her smile you could glimpse
The souls that once had crossed her threshold
And If you searched her face
You could feel,
She had welcomed Death
Many more times then once.
“Hey! You listening!”
She asked him again,
“Why’re you here?”
He left no answer
“Fine,” she said
As she left out the room.
“If you want it,
Diner’s on the table.”
Behind her, leaning against the dresser
Stood his love and his aid
Perfectly balanced, like their maker
A pair of mismatched blades.
The shorter one, his favorite of the two,
Was, not only reverse-blade,
but forged from gray steel
With hilt and guard of silver filigree.
The first a sword of protection
The second of death.
A twin pair of strength and majesty
A tool of the hunted
Carefully wrapped in black silk,
Lay the second.
Made of ebony steel.
It was a killing sword.
This blade was long and thin.
Folded uncountable times
Sharpened at a diamond’s point.
No weakness. its crime
Surprisingly he had grown to like her
These past few days,
He was thankful
For her bluntness
He must move on.
Too long in one place
Brought danger to his door
Leave them too much time to trace
He felt sorry
For what he had to do,
But he had no choice
He had to cover his tracks.
He went down the stairs,
With him. his belongings
Alone at the table,
She looked up at him.
Across from her
Another place setting waited
He crossed the room and sat to eat.
The minutes slowly passed.
His eyes rose to meet the window
The sun had begun to set.
‘It’s time’ he thought, and stood with a sigh.
He reasoned to himself-
'it’s only her Who
I must pass this by'
He drew the longer blade,
The brilliance of the silver
Playing in the light of the setting sun.
And he spoke the words - “Forgive me.”
He shut the door on his way out
And she, she opened the door one last time.
Where Death was waiting.
He smiled
It was her last time.
Her last time:
For she opened the door
This time, to leave.
Prologue
Aaron awoke with a start.
“Remind me of why you’re staying here again?”
He looked up. The speaker was an in-keeper’s wife, a farmer’s daughter. She had short-cropped hair. There was nothing about her that was either distinctive or interesting; that was of course, except for her posture. She was a strong woman. Years of war had tempered her face. She had, you could see, welcomed Death on more then one occasion.
“Hey! You listening!” she asked again, “why’re you here?”
Behind her, leaning against an unornamented dresser stood his most valuable possessions, a pair of mismatched blades made by his late teacher. Like his master, these were perfectly balanced. The shorter one, his personal favorite, though the other had saved his life on more then one occasion, was made from a form of gray steel with a hilt and guard of silver filigree. Unlike it’s partner this sword had a reverse-blade. It was a sword of protection, not of death. The other, carefully wrapped in black silk, lay next to it on the floor. This blade, in stark contrast to the short-sword, was made of ebony steel. It was a killing sword. The silver metal used to decorate it was in the same pattern as the design from the guard of the other. The blade was long and thin. Not only was it folded an uncountable number of times but it was also sharpened at a diamond’s point. The hilt was undecorated metal with a cord of silk wrapped around for traction. It had no weakness.
“Fine,” she said as she walked out of the room. “Diner’s on the table.”
Over the past few days, during the time he had spent here, he had grown to like her straightforwardness. However, he must move on. If he stayed in one place for too long those that wanted him dead would catch up. He felt sorry for what he had to do, but he had to cover his tracks.
He went down the stairs, taking his belongings on his way out. The in-keeper’s wife looked up at him. She was sitting alone at the table across from another place setting. Throughout the whole time he had been there, he hadn’t noticed another living soul in that house, and his senses told him that he was right. ‘At least it’s only her’, he reasoned.
He crossed the room and sat to eat. The minutes passed. He noticed that the sun had already set.
‘It’s time’ he thought, and stood with a sigh.
He drew the longer blade, the dark of the metal and brilliance of the silver playing in the light of the setting sun.
“Forgive me.”
Aaron shut the door. Behind him she opened the door one last time. Death merely smiled. It was her last time. Her last time: for this time she opened the door to leave.
“Remind me of why you’re staying here again?”
He looked up. The speaker was an in-keeper’s wife, a farmer’s daughter. She had short-cropped hair. There was nothing about her that was either distinctive or interesting; that was of course, except for her posture. She was a strong woman. Years of war had tempered her face. She had, you could see, welcomed Death on more then one occasion.
“Hey! You listening!” she asked again, “why’re you here?”
Behind her, leaning against an unornamented dresser stood his most valuable possessions, a pair of mismatched blades made by his late teacher. Like his master, these were perfectly balanced. The shorter one, his personal favorite, though the other had saved his life on more then one occasion, was made from a form of gray steel with a hilt and guard of silver filigree. Unlike it’s partner this sword had a reverse-blade. It was a sword of protection, not of death. The other, carefully wrapped in black silk, lay next to it on the floor. This blade, in stark contrast to the short-sword, was made of ebony steel. It was a killing sword. The silver metal used to decorate it was in the same pattern as the design from the guard of the other. The blade was long and thin. Not only was it folded an uncountable number of times but it was also sharpened at a diamond’s point. The hilt was undecorated metal with a cord of silk wrapped around for traction. It had no weakness.
“Fine,” she said as she walked out of the room. “Diner’s on the table.”
Over the past few days, during the time he had spent here, he had grown to like her straightforwardness. However, he must move on. If he stayed in one place for too long those that wanted him dead would catch up. He felt sorry for what he had to do, but he had to cover his tracks.
He went down the stairs, taking his belongings on his way out. The in-keeper’s wife looked up at him. She was sitting alone at the table across from another place setting. Throughout the whole time he had been there, he hadn’t noticed another living soul in that house, and his senses told him that he was right. ‘At least it’s only her’, he reasoned.
He crossed the room and sat to eat. The minutes passed. He noticed that the sun had already set.
‘It’s time’ he thought, and stood with a sigh.
He drew the longer blade, the dark of the metal and brilliance of the silver playing in the light of the setting sun.
“Forgive me.”
Aaron shut the door. Behind him she opened the door one last time. Death merely smiled. It was her last time. Her last time: for this time she opened the door to leave.
An explanation
For a project I am taking the prologue of a story I wrote and turning it into a song. What is in the next three posts are: the prologue to my story (see my other blog experimental truth), a poem based off this prologue, and then lyrics to a song based off them both.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Carousel of Music
I was stuck earlier in the music part of my brain.
I'm fine now, but earlier I was quite stuck.
I think it was a combination of a lot of rehearsals and anxiety, coupled with a journey into dream land that had me wake up the way I did.
It was quite the out-of-body experience.
I had music running through my head,
Over and over
As if I had to fix something
But couldn't
Chorus:
I was trapped in the carousel of music
Unable to think in terms of anything else
Unable to interact with the world around me
Unable to live
And in this mix,
Rational thought abandoned me
Everything I said, Everything I did
Was merely acting the motions
It wasn't like I missed anything important,
Choices like what I wanted for dinner
What to and what not to talk about
That's it, that's all that was impaired
I place so much value on control,
That being out of brought with it
A certain degree of fear into my being
Into my state
I'm fine now, but earlier I was quite stuck.
I think it was a combination of a lot of rehearsals and anxiety, coupled with a journey into dream land that had me wake up the way I did.
It was quite the out-of-body experience.
I had music running through my head,
Over and over
As if I had to fix something
But couldn't
Chorus:
I was trapped in the carousel of music
Unable to think in terms of anything else
Unable to interact with the world around me
Unable to live
And in this mix,
Rational thought abandoned me
Everything I said, Everything I did
Was merely acting the motions
It wasn't like I missed anything important,
Choices like what I wanted for dinner
What to and what not to talk about
That's it, that's all that was impaired
I place so much value on control,
That being out of brought with it
A certain degree of fear into my being
Into my state
Friday, May 21, 2010
Words
There's a tendency in writing
To get lost in your words
You know what comes next,
As one thought runs to the other,
And that next word just,
Fits.
But does it fit?
Is it always exactly what you want to say?
What you are truly feeling?
Or do the words just run away from you.
Don't get trapped by your own words
To get lost in your words
You know what comes next,
As one thought runs to the other,
And that next word just,
Fits.
But does it fit?
Is it always exactly what you want to say?
What you are truly feeling?
Or do the words just run away from you.
Don't get trapped by your own words
Monday, May 17, 2010
Vampires (List of Vampire Anime)
Hell, it's been a while since I've written anything worth reading so I figured I'd give an update.
For those of you who don't know, I'm a big Anime fan. And as such, I've watched a ton of the stuff out there.
Specifically this week I've been watching/catching up on Anime vampire series I haven't seen. Some of which were good... some... not so much but *shrug* whatever.
P.S.
In making this list I've realized just how many vamp anime I haven't seen...
P.P.S.
Feel free to comment if I left something out. Or you have an opinion on one of the series.
Seen:
Vampire Hunder D
Trinity Blood
Blood +
Vampire Knight
Rosario + Vampire
Hellsing
Hitsuji No Uta
Dance in the Vampire Bund
Yet to see:
Black Blood Brothers (check)
Blood-The last vampire
Vampire Princess Miyu
Dracula:Sovereign Of The Damn
Nightwalker
Shingetsutan Tsukihime (Lunar legend)
Legend of Duo
Tokimeki Tonigh
Karin (check)
Kimera
Master of Mosquiton
Vampiyan Kids
Vampire Wars
For those of you who don't know, I'm a big Anime fan. And as such, I've watched a ton of the stuff out there.
Specifically this week I've been watching/catching up on Anime vampire series I haven't seen. Some of which were good... some... not so much but *shrug* whatever.
P.S.
In making this list I've realized just how many vamp anime I haven't seen...
P.P.S.
Feel free to comment if I left something out. Or you have an opinion on one of the series.
Seen:
Vampire Hunder D
Trinity Blood
Blood +
Vampire Knight
Rosario + Vampire
Hellsing
Hitsuji No Uta
Dance in the Vampire Bund
Yet to see:
Black Blood Brothers (check)
Blood-The last vampire
Vampire Princess Miyu
Dracula:Sovereign Of The Damn
Nightwalker
Shingetsutan Tsukihime (Lunar legend)
Princess Resurrection
BakemonogatariLegend of Duo
Tokimeki Tonigh
Karin (check)
Kimera
Master of Mosquiton
Vampiyan Kids
Vampire Wars
Thursday, May 13, 2010
DTW review
For starters, this year was kick-ass
ADT piece:
Really good/cool idea. Much better today than yesterday. It was nice seeing everyone dance together.
Abigail's:
Exciting idea. Lights kind of saved the dance. Much better from the balcony than downstairs.
Ray's:
I enjoyed it, but it was the only dance that wasn't particularly memorable.
Tolu!:
Tolu being epic. The best story telling of all the dances.
Amadi:
What the hell was that! Hip-hop/modern with cool lights (excuse me -- really cool lights) and music. 'nough said. Oh and you were awesome Juliet :)
Jesse:
Pretty. Like Abigail's, much better from the balcony than downstairs. You could actually see the paper being shaped from the balcony... which made the dance make sense :)
Henry:
A beautiful dance. So much talent went into choreographing and dancing in this piece.
Brotman.......:
Um... kind of fail. Specifically fail costuming. (HSM: "stick to the stuff you know..." you know who I mean)
Charlotte:
A scene from Charlotte's mind. I liked it much better the second time I saw it (from the orchestra as opposed to the balcony). Much more technical work than I expected.
Sam:
I actually liked his piece quite a bit. I liked the fact (same's true with amadi's but not as striking) that you could use hip-hop to do something more than the standard ghetto-esq feel. Plus, fire's cool.
General comments:
All in all I really enjoyed DTW this year. I also loved the fact that there were two male modern dancers who were any good, and they kind of just divided the pieces up between them. It was nice seeing them together (with the two girls) in Henry's. On the same note, sooo many guys in Sam's. Like really? No female hip-hop dancers (besides Tolu- love ya). Hmmn what else. Some had quite a bit to do with chance... others not so much. The dances (with the exception of Tolu) were pretty much just dances. There wasn't that much story movement in the dances, more like a cool idea depicted by good dancing.
Oh, one other thought. With the exception of Henry's, the choreographers really didn't need to be in their own pieces. They could have stood on their own without the physical dancing of the choreographers. Kudos to the choreographers who didn't put themselves in their own dances.
Great job everyone! :)
ADT piece:
Really good/cool idea. Much better today than yesterday. It was nice seeing everyone dance together.
Abigail's:
Exciting idea. Lights kind of saved the dance. Much better from the balcony than downstairs.
Ray's:
I enjoyed it, but it was the only dance that wasn't particularly memorable.
Tolu!:
Tolu being epic. The best story telling of all the dances.
Amadi:
What the hell was that! Hip-hop/modern with cool lights (excuse me -- really cool lights) and music. 'nough said. Oh and you were awesome Juliet :)
Jesse:
Pretty. Like Abigail's, much better from the balcony than downstairs. You could actually see the paper being shaped from the balcony... which made the dance make sense :)
Henry:
A beautiful dance. So much talent went into choreographing and dancing in this piece.
Brotman.......:
Um... kind of fail. Specifically fail costuming. (HSM: "stick to the stuff you know..." you know who I mean)
Charlotte:
A scene from Charlotte's mind. I liked it much better the second time I saw it (from the orchestra as opposed to the balcony). Much more technical work than I expected.
Sam:
I actually liked his piece quite a bit. I liked the fact (same's true with amadi's but not as striking) that you could use hip-hop to do something more than the standard ghetto-esq feel. Plus, fire's cool.
General comments:
All in all I really enjoyed DTW this year. I also loved the fact that there were two male modern dancers who were any good, and they kind of just divided the pieces up between them. It was nice seeing them together (with the two girls) in Henry's. On the same note, sooo many guys in Sam's. Like really? No female hip-hop dancers (besides Tolu- love ya). Hmmn what else. Some had quite a bit to do with chance... others not so much. The dances (with the exception of Tolu) were pretty much just dances. There wasn't that much story movement in the dances, more like a cool idea depicted by good dancing.
Oh, one other thought. With the exception of Henry's, the choreographers really didn't need to be in their own pieces. They could have stood on their own without the physical dancing of the choreographers. Kudos to the choreographers who didn't put themselves in their own dances.
Great job everyone! :)
Monday, May 10, 2010
Done
Well thats all folks,
I took the physics B AP test this afternoon, and now am officially done with any kind of assessment before I go to college.
Well, there's the road test- but whatever.
I'm finally done.
This is the last time my parents have something legitimate to use as a reason for running my life.
I'm over 18 and I'm done, come on already.
Cheers,
Shadow's Friend
I took the physics B AP test this afternoon, and now am officially done with any kind of assessment before I go to college.
Well, there's the road test- but whatever.
I'm finally done.
This is the last time my parents have something legitimate to use as a reason for running my life.
I'm over 18 and I'm done, come on already.
Cheers,
Shadow's Friend
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Black: take 2; One of these days
I've got a birthday in the winter
I got a tie in the mail
I've got a friend at a movie
And I'm stuck in jail
I learned a lesson
I won a friend
I had a chance
--I lost it
I'm stronger than you think
I'm more capable than you know
I'm so tired of this hack
So get off my back!
One of these days
I'm going to run around screaming
And bust down the walls
And throw down the door
One of these days
I'm going to live my own life
And find my own path
And make my own choices
And one of these days
I wont be responsive to you
I've got a deadline coming up
I've had a lot of those
I've got a deadline coming up
I've got a deadline made!
My friend's been waiting
My friend's been waiting
My friend's been waiting
For me to come around
And if he cried from frustration
If you cried from frustration
I was obstinate
You were obstinate
One of these days
I'm going to run around screaming
And bust down the walls
And throw down the door
One of these days
I'm going to live my own life
And find my own path
And make my own choices
And one of these days
I wont be responsive to you
My trials are my trials
My tests are my tests
My life is my life
I'm ready t'be alone
And One of these days
I'm going to run around screaming
And bust down the walls
And throw down the door
One of these days
I'm going to live my own life
And find my own path
And make my own choices
And one of these days
I wont be responsive to you
I got a tie in the mail
I've got a friend at a movie
And I'm stuck in jail
I learned a lesson
I won a friend
I had a chance
--I lost it
I'm stronger than you think
I'm more capable than you know
I'm so tired of this hack
So get off my back!
One of these days
I'm going to run around screaming
And bust down the walls
And throw down the door
One of these days
I'm going to live my own life
And find my own path
And make my own choices
And one of these days
I wont be responsive to you
I've got a deadline coming up
I've had a lot of those
I've got a deadline coming up
I've got a deadline made!
My friend's been waiting
My friend's been waiting
My friend's been waiting
For me to come around
And if he cried from frustration
If you cried from frustration
I was obstinate
You were obstinate
One of these days
I'm going to run around screaming
And bust down the walls
And throw down the door
One of these days
I'm going to live my own life
And find my own path
And make my own choices
And one of these days
I wont be responsive to you
My trials are my trials
My tests are my tests
My life is my life
I'm ready t'be alone
And One of these days
I'm going to run around screaming
And bust down the walls
And throw down the door
One of these days
I'm going to live my own life
And find my own path
And make my own choices
And one of these days
I wont be responsive to you
Black: take 1
The room was in disarray
Lately he's been lazy
There was clothing strewn around the room
And a carpet of dust on the sill
One more thing he had to do
He was long since used
to the way his blinds didn't close.
And as the sun drew near
He pretended to dose.
Chorus:
Open your eyes to see
Open your eyes
That the world around you, has
More than one color to be
Open your eyes to see
Open your eyes
That the world around you
To be more than black
The house was empty
When he arose
He reached for his glasses, stumbled
To the room to wash up
He donned his tattered pair of jeans
Grabbed yesterday's sweatshirt
The sun outside was too bright for him
So he threw a pair of shades on too
Chorus
It would have been a step perhaps
In the right direction
For him to hate things in his world.
At least,if he were to do that
It was an emotion
But at each wall
In his path
He merely shrugged and sighed
It was just all to hard to try
Chorus
It was in the park one day
That he met her
She was a lot like him,
She understood
She said, I know what you're thinking
I know how you live
But that tree is green, the sun is yellow
And I am right here
Chorus
Lately he's been lazy
There was clothing strewn around the room
And a carpet of dust on the sill
One more thing he had to do
He was long since used
to the way his blinds didn't close.
And as the sun drew near
He pretended to dose.
Chorus:
Open your eyes to see
Open your eyes
That the world around you, has
More than one color to be
Open your eyes to see
Open your eyes
That the world around you
To be more than black
The house was empty
When he arose
He reached for his glasses, stumbled
To the room to wash up
He donned his tattered pair of jeans
Grabbed yesterday's sweatshirt
The sun outside was too bright for him
So he threw a pair of shades on too
Chorus
It would have been a step perhaps
In the right direction
For him to hate things in his world.
At least,if he were to do that
It was an emotion
But at each wall
In his path
He merely shrugged and sighed
It was just all to hard to try
Chorus
It was in the park one day
That he met her
She was a lot like him,
She understood
She said, I know what you're thinking
I know how you live
But that tree is green, the sun is yellow
And I am right here
Chorus
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