reverie

…written in camp carrol, after helping some corporal break open his wall locker… Lost Keys… Hardened Steel holds strong, while the softer brass gives way. Defeated the war torn lock reluctantly surrenders, recalling the long fight that had ensued. Wedged up against the locker door, pliers in a death grip around the base, The enemy struggles with the screwdriver treaded through it’s main steal arch. Made from the combination of metals: brass and steel. The lock thought itself impenetrable. Then a foot pressed down on the screwdriver where the hands had failed. The metal starts to flex with the efforts, and all but the one lone warrior leading the attack flee around the corner, safe under cover. The mangle brass smugly beams, surely his effort will fail. Had it not it withstood the punishments of the others. Had not the proudly won scars from earlier battles proved this? The deep cuts and gorges delt by the hammer and horseshoe had been in vain. The lock was not breached and the enemy was left to curse in frustration And then it happened. With one final push the enemy rallied, Shocked, the locks defenses were broken. Sighing, the shame-faced lock was brought to it’s knees- it’s neck broken. Once regarded as guardian to Wall Locker, the spoiled lock becomes a trophy for the Victors. Victors who now run pillaging and ran-sacking the once hollowed walls. Holding their spoils aloof in the air they withdraw Reveling in their hard won bounty of alcohol.

*note: found so old OLD! archemage stuff from some guild boards I used to play around in... Taking a page from Big P and archieving them. ~~~White Tower Guild Board Blitz two server archemage~~~ Krish = Groenj. hiya, i know i'm new here... well kinda... used to be a UE diplomant to this guild way back in the day, but that predates krish and is besides the point and besides kabby did most the work anyhow... well, i just like to comment that speaking as an orignal UE councilmember and young up-start white towerian(don't think i ever got a designater... but fyi, i was an ashamann in the orignal short lived black tower in b2's first reset... not that it matters.., just thought i'd thrown that out) **clears throat** anyway and speaking as the dreamlost and as sm-quest from the arena V tourney... (don't all these labels sound silly, i came from this and represent that... blah blah, yada, yada, whatever.... names sean, nice to meet ya...oh am fine, thanx for asking, how are you?) Ahem,anyway i just like to say, that you're all being very silly... yep, yep... come on ppl, group hug... your all starting to act like UE when gummy was in it... *shudders* now nobody want's that... anyway everyone knows groenj has is the leader, and always has been... oh kimi won't admit it, but the master of novices has been guilding force in tower for a long, long time... krish is just a flunky, a puppet if you will... Consider if you will, what must leaders have to go thru... If you assume a position of power, ppl will follow... why, cause some ppl will always follow, is just a fact of life, unfortunately those same ppl will prolly grow envious and hateful of the leader and in time, will soon not trust said leader (groenj), So in not being trustful of the top dog(scary groenj), they lie to him, or exagerate half truths to influence him or her to their benifit, thus you get a confused leader...(poor groenj) eventually they may even try to overthrow and assainate the evil tyrant (run groenj, run!) So what's an evil genius (smart groenj, heavy deluded but smart) to do... why create a figure head to take the heat of course... That's right, krish doesn't really exist at all. He never did, he's just a figment of groenj's twisted imagination... Yep, groej has got you all snowed... He just pick up a dutch to indian dictionary and pick names at random till something sounded right. And it was working beautifully, till now that is... i'm blowing the whistle on this faund called krish...what? don't belive me... check the ips, it all lines up... Krish in nothing more than a make-believe character, i tell you...created to take all the heat off of groenj, so he (laughing groenj) can just sit back in the shadows and observe how ya'll really act when krish not around... cagey isn't it... um yeah, well, that was silly, am tired... think i go to bed... btw it's all a lie... well part of it at least... all hail groenj essence of krish, omin-potent leader to the White tower, heh j/k krish and groenj... oh btw for all ya'll that don't know, groenj is a guy, yeah i know, i went around thinking he was a she for like a whole year... the same thing goes for rain_song of ifp... not that it matters... i just thought some of you had a right to know... **big wink big** okay will shut up now... off to bed... take ez tower...

okay, i just a little confused... though, that's not too much out of the norm... but what the heck does the news portal have to do with a post recruiting new pennites into a reconstituted terra rp guild? oh wait, just answered my own questioned... don't you just love it when that happens... revery the dreamlost "i'm just a rose unpicked left to wilt on the stem of life..." the dream continues...

board: good! rune gone: bad! ... revery the dreamlost 'Matter of internal security, the age old cry of the oppressor." (Jean-LucPicard, The Hunted) the dream continues...

Happy, Happy... :wizzie: revery the dreamlost "we suffer in the shudder of the smallest glimspe..." the dream continues...

your welcome... 'though you might want to monitor your rapidily increasing pen-love consumption. We can become addicting.. revery the dreamlost "NOOOO Sam! Don’t plan torg’s death! Stay good, Sam!" (kiki / sluggyfreelance) the dream continues...

*waves, then offers rune a box of altoids...* :woot: This reply brought to you by Altoids: the mints so strong you have to keep them in a metal box... rev...

*bump* This one deserves a second look or two... I like your contemplative tones meshed with all your declarations... neat. rev...

elegent... Sorry I missed this polished piece on the first go 'round. Amazing how much you can feel in a kiss... rev... :zorro

...i mean it does work though... A simple period to illustrate a pause may be all it needs. rev...

:wizzie: Happy b-day fellow poet type person... Come back to the pen when you can. rev...

I like the second one best... it sux missing people you love, but is nice to have people worth missing too... rev...

Revery respectfully declines... I hung up my blue cloak long ago... And there it shall stay... revery_tdc and castle send their regards... have fun guys, revery the dreamlost "Cry, 'Havoc!' and let slip the hounds of war" (shakespeare / julius caesar) the dream continues...

lovely Z... but, the the transition from line 2 to 3 kind of throws me off... "singing" maybe instead of "sing" or break it into two stanzas... or throw a colon after "whales:" ...just some suggestions... rev... <---- wants a fuzzy whale...

Quiet Fury. (06 FEB 2005) Three Stripes and a Rocker A Function of Time? Or simply a function of a motivated mind… At the Cracker Barrel, the class of seven sits. Inclined by tradition: To defer to the callowness of the leader imposed upon them. Prolonging the mandatory morning meal The class engages in the usual conversations: “What’s it’s really like over there?” “…this Sand isn’t like anything we’ve ever faced” “I heard he’s getting out ya know…” “Sigh, my kids are growing up without me…” “Lot’s of jobs on the outside, I hear…” “We’re hanging on by thread; it’s been two years since we’ve been together…” … As the coffee stream is steadily drained, the mood lightens… Though graduation is still too far away for some. Talk of background and personal histories spring up. Through the ebb and flow… The Sergeant with the blood of Siam recalls a family tradition... Struck by mirth- Smirking, the infant among them brings all talk to a halt. Chiding, “You really need to stop saying Bangkok…I can’t stand it” Ostracized by the stain of unsuppressed laughter… The Sergeant becomes an object of ignorant ridicule… Indeed, graduation is too far away. revery the dreamlost "all you want to do is something good- so get ready to be ridiculed and misunderstood." (aimee mann) the dream continues...

Hey, just a side note... I noticed you do not have a feedback level listing set in your profile... In the future, a small note on how'd you like to ppl to comment on your work could help us help you...input wise that is... okay, rev_out.

oh wow..., i missed the meaning too... I must be getting rusty.... This calls for drastic action.l **chuggs some fish oil, then runs off to go read a book...** rev...

I'm using the blue script and IE 6 Note: the "posted" hyperlink does not appear when you are in the "reply" page. It only appears for me, when reading the main post. I found it at random one day, when my mouse pointer paused over it, and it told me, "show link to post" Posted is bold and underlined. hope that clarifies, rev...

*looks somewhat confused* um, I just us the "http://" button under the Font list in the 'Reply' set up features... or press (alt+ h) insert hyperlink... The script takes over from there, just answer the questions. I find the link I want by clicking on the "Posted" hyperlink next to the date in at the top of the post. A script will pop up with the link after you click it. Prolly not as exact as Tanauchan method, but it works. rev...

*blushes* well, dang, I never expected 'walking' to resurface get so much attention again... Tanuachan's poem 'Quiet' just seemed so familar(opposite, yet familar) that I had to show it to her... Thanks everyone... Ya know there are days, when i love this poem and there are days when I hate it. It's such a departure from all my other works that is seems an albatros... Like, I don't know if i'll ever be able to match it. The only one that even comes close is Alone, but only just so... ...but 'Walkings' structure is so crazy. I realize now that I was trying to write and structure the chaos of creation taking place in my mind at the time... 5 or so poem/songs foundations were tearing my mind apart trying break through; while I was walking in across camp carrol in korean rain storm...The whole thing is a reflection on the mental Chaos of that one night. Competing themes literally trying to override the other... I wrote the rough draft soaking wet shivering as soon as I made it to my room... I don't know if I'll ever 'mend the break' that Revision 6 was supposed to do... but I'm afraid to edit it anymore. Well, for better or worse there it is... If anyone is interested here's the breakdown of it, in it's various drafts... DRN breakdown Also you might wonder what ever happened to all the competing themes in my head? Well I wrote some of them down... but was only able to finish the majority of them years later with the help of the new muse... pretty much it took a new source of happy/sorrow to bring them out: Dark Rainy Night Poems and themes: fell oh tell me I do Fate a.k.a. Weary Eyes ...The REM Song Hope... didn't write, but wished I did... anyway, it was playing in my head too. and a love poem, that I'll never put on the web. Fun, fun... rev.

pretty good. IMHO, simple observations of that which is around you is the best foundation for writers to drawn from. revery the dreamlost "you can't write, if you can't relate..." (beck/loser) the dream continues...

welcome back... too bad about the bi-polar thing getting you kicked out and all... funny, in my field, Satellite Communications, we have LOTS of ppl that are to put it delicately just a tad off... If the army started really, I mean really looking at my corp, we prolly lose a good 3rd due to mental quirks... but all that aside... My older brother was Bi-polar and had ADHD... and well he had LOTS of fun with it... Life of the party and all that... Not sure if the med's they gave him really had any effect in corrected the problem, but he always seemed to prefer Aderal above all the others... Especially right before a college exam... He hated lithuim though... Said it took all his color away and turned him into a wall flower... oh well take care, rev...

Hi all, http://literaryfriendships.publicradio.org/ While browsing through the Prairie Home Companion website, I ran into this 'literary friendship' series. It's just starting out, but it takes a long look at the friendships that have grown up between current professional writers. or A look at writer's friendships Pre-Internet Pen. Cool, have fun... rev...

*sighs* I think it would be very nice Appy... ...of course then again,if you found another you out there, could you bear what you heard? It's a very nice poem though, I like it. *side note* You could just as easily end the poem with repetition of the first line minus the "that." Not sure, though if doing so would throw off any of your intended effects. Still, I think either works; just high-lighting an option I see. revery the dreamlost "And wouldn’t it be nice to live together In the kind of world where we belong..." (beach boys/wouldn't it be nice) the dream continues...

happy happy... rev...