reverie

Either written in 2000 or 2001... somewhere in archmail... Candle Bright Candle bright, a soulful light I saw you in a poem Quoting verse of slow rebirth You caught me in that storm... A soft spring night, what filled my mind? A siren's song for sure... You burned so bright, that wonderous night how welcome- your lovely form... We touched with a kiss, what had been missed Too long had we waited for joy... But fate made me choke and then i awoke to curse the cruelness of time... revery the dreamlost

Nov 17, 2001 ...written in a mad dash for signe, when sending her a x-mas card... but ended up sending it to everyone i knew. Christmastime, Another day, as it is known Takes time to sparkle all it’s own And lonely ones shed tears no more As loved one’s knock upon your door. When calls are made, old friends remember They’re not forgotten in cold December In a rush, no time for thought Hearts are warmed, kind words are bought Sent many miles, with gifts that say I remembered you, will you remember me? As smiles turn inward one can reflect It’s Christmastime, do not forget To wish all well that you hold dear And fill them all with you good cheer… revery the dreamlost

August 27, 2000... Inspired by Kab and Cath... Echo… (orignal) City of lights… A quiet night… Searching for an echo… In the city of lights, I’ll spend my nights, To wonder, ‘round this ring Softly through the thinning air, I’ll send to you this charming dare… Choking tears to hold you near… Wonder if it’s really fare? City of lights A lonely night Searching for my echo In this city of sights- To fight back fright, to find you in that ping… Maybe I fear, that you won’t hear Maybe my signal rings too clear Tell me, I sent it far too strong Tell me, I waited far too long City of lights, But not tonight Softly fades my echo… Echo… Variation 1 City of lights… A quiet night… Softly fades an echo… In the city of lights, Why spend the nights, To wonder, ‘round this ring City of lights A lonely night Softly fades an echo In this city of sights- It’s passion’s right to bond them in its ring In the smallest shedding of one’s tears The other will hear A hint of a longing A hint of a dare… City of lights, But not tonight Softly fades an echo… Other variation's lost. revery the dreamlost

Jan 9, 2001... Neglect a sudden chill a moment's thrill lips part as quick as they met she was long expecting what he'd been neglecting a fool - only he would forget revery the dreamlost

Well, if y'all haven't noticed, i sort of archiving my past works here. I lost partically everything i wrote in highschool, so i don't want that to happen again... Written in the summer of 2000. Stay awake.(original) 1. Stay awake 2. And do not dream 3. Stay awake 4. And learn the beam 5. Another time… 6. Another place… 7. You can dream, of her face 8. ‘Til then, you’re needed here 9. To learn about the faded flows 10. Another time… 11. Another place… 12. Just stay awake 13. Stay awake… Variation 1 Stay awake And do not dream Stay awake She’s everything Another time… Another place… You can dream, of her face Until that time, you’re needed here Until that time, you’re wanted near Stay awake You must not dream Focus on, the lonely screen Struggle now With lessons learned Struggle now To discern Touch of hazel, or hint of green Just stay awake And do not dream Var. 2 and 3... regretably lost... revery The dreamlost.

Lyrics for a song that exist only in my head orginally written May 26, 2001 for project aristole... Holes… Make me a picture to cover the hole. Patch up the wall, can you mend what you break. The tape and spackle are in the garage.. waiting for you. To patch up wall, father patch up the wall. Another nite of hell. Another time of fear. Morning again. What happenend here? A few plates broken -that's okay. i'm sure we can fix it, this time again More holes in the wall, broken glass in the yard, A few tables broken-- have you seen the dog? Don’t worry sir, we can pick up the trash And live by your promise that this was the last… time again.. So, patch up the wall, Can you mend what you break? Patch up the wall, can you cover your mistakes…? Hide it behind a picture frame, Why bother with spackle, we won’t complain So you patched up the wall, But can you patch me up too… Those Holes that you started are killing me too… Brother left home the other day, don’t know when he’ll return.. Don’t know if you even care… don’t care if you even try… Why are you so angry… all of the time… Another question if you don’t mind, I’m sorry I'm wasting all your time… But, why did you have to put you fist through the wall… I sure it deserved it, and it’s not your fault And did that stud hurt when you couldn’t break through? I’m sure you shut it up good, and you shut me up too… Whatever did the poor thing do to you? So patch the wall Father, Patch up the wall… Patch up the wall… but can you patch me up too? revery the dreamlost

i like this one... I always find it fun when we start to write something one way... then other things just start bubbling up demanding to be recognized... Oh and of course, most of us are aware, though rarely admit it, how much a loved one's few words of phrase, indifference, or disdain can affect us so... kewl stuff... revery the dreamlost... Edited by: reverie at: 6/8/02 6:37:48 am

As developed in the Draft room... pub57.ezboard.com/bthedraftroom Late December. Passing the time, with wondering mind Wrapped in darkness shivering Rhythms play in my head Walking in this rainy night… Clearest in the numbing cold, I feel safe. Worlds from my past Flow chaotic, on a tune… Quietly hummed, the process resumes: So steal a beat, add repeat Meld a theme, to think in stream... Remind your mind to lose some time And coat yourself in nature's rhyme To selfishly star in your self-styled stories, And dwell in past with love you’d forgotten Open the wounds that once you did cover Open them up, to help you recover So kindle the fire to slight you regrets... Make silly the story, half-hidden, you fret You’re always so lovely, though rarely so kind It’s not what you bury, but what’s in your mind Pain's a jester, So sweet is her nectar In darkness, lovers did sigh But when you remember, that cold cold December In darkness, lovers will cry So spin, spun a song for myself, Selfishly crying then laughing It's too bad I feel nothing. I feel nothing at all. Tired the numbness, though it must love us Anything’s better, than nothing at all Standing numb to shiver Would be better to quiver Isn't this silly, makes no sense at all Let the cold rain of night, freeze my heart warm. And muffle my mind, to let loose the storm And chain it to rhythm, to set ups the streams To quiet the demons, and silence the screams: Of Rage and of Worry, Of Fear and Regret The Tragic, the Bitten The Burned and the Set Upon which I list and I wax in my rage… Let the cold rain of night- Make me shudder contained To mirror my shiver and cover the pain. And if all was made clever, and all was made terse Then roll back the black torrent in a spate of rhymed verse If your rhythm’s not platinum, but you flow just the same Search more then the phrases; sung true they will tame… As I keep walking, words of rhyme fill mind For a time, I find peace--an emotional release But sweeter’s the feeling Where void stood before… It only seems tragic if too often ignored… The reasons for meanings The fear before rage The hum before singing The feelings left saved Catching chaos now fleeing At the door we must part… It’s was only me walking, to unbury my heart… revery the dreamlost

From the Archmage Universal Bulletin Board, saved here for posterity. --------------------------------- Bubble Bubble beautiful and delicate time gone we die --------------------------------- The DreamLost In the chill of a warm day A song sings much clearer In the shudder of a lone ray The mind finds much dearer With the expanding loss of touch The senses glimpse another Sharp intakes blur, no fell, the borders While sudden insights burst forth the corners In the far off world of memory He ponders broken reverie Lost shadows: reborn to enlighten Fleeting wisps: grasped-only forgotten All this-from an impromptu ray In the chill of a warm day ------------------------------------------ Marker clown break it down and build it up... balance it on a paper cup... turn it right, no turn it round woodgrain desk, makes up the ground... dry erase, now add the chain pen tops make a worthy brain... add a joint, to angle off- the imitation fossil watch stacked upon your cloudy dreams looking up- your creature beams... hi-lighter arms and wired frames pen tops make a worthy brain? think so? NO! oh... so, break it up and build it down... must remember not to frown turn it right, no turn it 'round... wooden desk, a shaky ground... stretch him out between the poles, shaking hands, a problem posed... blue/black ink pen? that's his nose... what the clips then? those are toes... funny what you made today, on that woodgrain desk you played... building up and breaking down a pen top friend a marker clown... --------------------------------------- Mr. Machine mr. machine your not listening... mr. machine can you hear that ring... i've called you over and over again... but you won't tell that too my friend... i left you my name, and i left you my number how many times will it take to dis-cover... so maybe i just don't understand how so many words can miss a friend... to turn to me a deafened ear... and make my friend think i don't care... a messenge machine is a cold cruel thing the blinking eye'd one doesn't like my ring turn yourself off, so i can see if she'll pick up the phone and talk to me and this will end my agony 'cause it was only you ignorning me... ---------------------------------------------- um hi! The following account is based on actual b2 events and selected scences from ol' yellar... the names and numbers have been changed to protect those involved... well mostly... so without futher ado: Poor Willar's been Seeing Things Again Tue May 9 08:50:22 2000 Willar (####)'s attack was failed because Dan the blue mage's(####)'s kingdom was under the protection of Hallucination. Tue May 9 08:51:01 2000 Willar (#1479)'s attack was failed because Dan the blue mage(####)'s kingdom was under the protection of Hallucination. oh no... i think he's sick... look he's yelping at that wall over there... I knew i shouldn't have dropped him in into that wild mess of rabid boars... **ol willar "where are you hideing Dan, come back here Dan, fight me you coward!!!"** Tue May 9 08:51:14 2000 Willar (#####)'s attack was failed because Dan the blue mage(####)'s kingdom was under the protection of Hallucination. Tue May 9 08:51:24 2000 You sent reinforcements to Willar #####) with 3,202 Unicorn. Who you barking at boy? there's no one there... Oh no, first old blue died on me(best dang coon dog on the praire) Now, old willars got the maddnes.. Ma says we gonna have to shoot em... Put him out his misery and the like,but i won't let em... No sir not my dog... **sniff** old willar saved my life, If it twert for him i'd be a gonnor for sure. Awww Maa, he won't hurt no one. I'll make sure of it... i know. Yes maam, but, but... But can't we chain him up to that stake over yonder, just like they did our friends pal... No boy, don't eat your tail... stop that!... come on old willar stay with me... i can't lose you too.. The dang fever's got to him for sure, he's starting to froth... **old willar " grrr, Fight me you swine... come on where are you... I know you around somewhere. Come on men, onward! Kill! Kill! ,Kill! Tue May 9 08:53:11 2000 Willar (####)'s attack was failed because sean the shiny blue mage ####'s kingdom was under the protection of Hallucination. Tue May 9 08:53:32 2000 Willar (####)'s attack was failed because sean the shiny blue mage ####'s kingdom was under the protection of Hallucination. Maa, i can stand-no more of it... fetch the shot gun, and ill take him out back... don't let little brother see, this tain't for his eyes... **ol willar " D@## you sean, D@## you to the pits of hell! As god as my witness i will have your land... Come on men... Rally to me! Rally to me! go forth and wage war... Eat their children, Enslave their women and rape their cattle!!!! Tue May 9 08:53:50 2000 Willar (####)'s attack was failed because sean the shiny blue mage ####'s was under the protection of Hallucination. Tue May 9 08:54:02 2000 Willar (#####)'s attack was failed because sean the shiny blue mage ####'s was under the protection of Hallucination. Come on boy... **loads shells** it's gonna be alright in a minute... **cha-click** i hate to do this to ya, but it's for your own good... ** revery sheds a lone tear as he remembers ol willar, "You were a good dog, better then ol blue... The best dang coon dog ever..." and fires BABOOOOOOW!!!! revery the dreamlost

Yeah Congrats... Talk about a turning point huh? Just hang on, looks like you going to have a fun ride ahead... revery the dreamlost

yeah, creating things is a good feeling... It's nice to use it to channel whatever rage, depression, joy, greif... you have for the world and your place in it... Plus if you pour enough of yourself into it you get this really kewl endophin high that just make say wow... did i write that? As far as the soul thing? can't help so much... i'm still on my own soul searching quest... revery the dreamlost...

hmm, brings to mind old solomon... In either the song of songs or eccesiaties...(i'm rusty) "verily, verily all is vanity... There nothing new under the sun...) revery the dreamlost

kewl... Like the music from words thing... come to think of it that mostly what i do now-a-days... since i never got the hang of writing music... keep writing... revery the dreamlost

Disposition of war Quite possible the first thing i ever wrote for the that online game of archmage... When looking for an alliance, lady Aeralain asked me my disposition of war... This was my responce. Aug 17, 1999 You notice a somewhat thoughtful expression forming on your brow as you ponder over the tiresome tasks of renewing your once fair country. The frenzy of Armageddon had not so much as blinked at the destruction to your kingdom. Just as well as Armageddon was just a lethal to your rivals as it was to you. With so much to be done, you resolve to enlist more of your attention to the welfare of your now fledging nation. But as repetitive and medial tasks often do, you find your self more and more engaged in thoughts of distraction. A sudden chill breeze blows across you causing you to shudder. Spying the cause you lean over to shut the offending window. In doing a single ray of light is allowed to pass a small opening in the curtains created by the nudging of an absentminded arm. Again you shudder as the chill of the warm day makes circles of tenseness across your body. Now thoroughly distracted from your tasks you muse in quiet reverie all manners of flippant yet soothing thought. As if on cue a quiet knock from outside your chamber wakes you from your daydream. After acknowledging the source you find it to be a small child bearing scroll with red wax. Ah yes now you remember the alliance. Bidding the child to speak the message begins: My lady Aeralain, As of yet my kingdom in its renewed infancy has broached no other noble mage in war. Being of less than five hundred turns in this world I have set aside the bulk of my power to research. You will find me not to be an overly aggressive mage who knows when and when not to show the fury of the dreamlost. As for future reinforcements and my nature of war fare, you may be intrigue to know that I have had in my service hordes of mindflayers, archangels, treants, and liches as equally distributed as possible with some small reliance on the elements, wraiths, and or archers and cavalry. It makes for an expensive yet effective way of holding off multiple attacks. Alas I can not give the exacting figures fore I have be far too long gone from terra and I fear my methods my have becomes somewhat less effective, and likewise adjustments shall surely be needed. If we are to ally, all my resources, provided the cause is just, shall be offered to your service. I hope my small request has sparked some interest. With that I bid you good fortune and leave you to consider. Revery The dreamlost "Behold the dream cometh!" the dream continues... As the message ends you send the child away and ponder this new offer...

Medical Tape Originally posted on B1 banquet hall circa 1999... (somewhat edited) never under estimate the many uses of a good roll of medical tape. oh some may swear by duct tape or electrical or god help us scotch tap, but none have the multi-funtionability and adaptability of a good OLE roll of medical tape. Just think of the possibilities, they're endless. Need to stop a leak on a fuel injector, slap some medical tape on it. Running out of stickers to label you diskettes, throw some medical tape on it. got a cut: medical tape it. Just had an arm blow off and don't have the heart to cauterize it: lots of medical tape. run out of white-out to forge you doctors notes via a copying machine. Aided by good old American know-how, yes-medical tape can help. But wait there's more. its water resistant, user friendly, comes off in easy to tear strips, is customizable. Our inventor had the foresight to create it in a happy and neutral color of white(standard) it’s become what you make it. you can write on it, draw on it, color it, and create all manners of mummy constructions. I swear by it and you will too. And it can be all yours absolutely free. (well excluding a petty theft, or fraud charge here and there) Take a hammer or readily accessible blunt object, then choose any convenient appendage or other misc. body part and proceed to masochist heaven. Then walk into to any local emergency room and they will practically give it away. *note due to current budget cut backs you may be limited to one roll* No fear, this is easily solve by conducting a thorough inspection of all suspicious looking cabinets and drawers. Don't have the stomach for such a display of self-destruction. Not to fear these tactic work just as well on your friends (assuming you have friends) as they do on you. These tactics also has the added advantage of allowing your friends to become distractions sort of speak, to all those who would seek to stop you from acquiring said tape. ...huh were am I? oh d@mn guess I blacked out again. d@mn reveries. ok I’ll shut up now revery the dreamlost "lost and found and found again in the honey suckle blue*" the dream continues... *driving and crying

um, hi... hmm, indecision over ranks and criticism... want of Unity, fellowship, and growth... talk of debauchery as well... new comers left out in cold... disenchantment on edges for high noble type expectations not met... heh, sounds like a normal guild type atmosphere to me... Or maybe we need just some more brainstorming in here... Ya know shake out the cobwebs and whatnot... yellow... sun burn bright... flower of spring whither in summer... doors candles wax... list trip go pip, pip, pip... Go morning to you sir too... All well here... no? rot... why... Can't? Won't! Be what? how... you don't say... Never. oh come on... that's just plain nutz... Why not... 'cause um... Yeah? well, I don't know... yeah.... Flying a plane into the desert... Fly under the shadow of a forgotten mountain... on a hill... on a hill? you can't have a mountain on a hill? Oh really then, how 'bout a hill on a mountain... More like peak then or a mound... Mound? like in burying funerals n'stuff... Yeah... like in burials and funerals n'stuff... Golden effigies all around... climbing high to hang in chestnut trees of gold... before the fall... I lost the thing to this.... why? am listening to beck... oh ic... well stop... Gotta focus... brain the cloud... in fog must clear now... to show what appears... The grey of silver on the edge of a golden sky... hung left out to dry... burn brightly at night and float along a string of watermelon seeds... strewn out akimbo... back and forth to and fro... what do you know.... nothing to show.... hmm, well that didn't help... so much for the right brain... hey, left brain... your in the shoot... go, go, go... Hmm, the question posed at get go... 1. what do we want and need? A. Translation requests or assistance arena to unclutter the french forum... B. Structure... either more or less 1. Concerns on structure superseding writing itself. 2. effects of feedback a)structure: neat, buearacacy, chore, or more concise advice given B ) unstructured: fun, chaos, clutter, easy C. Ranks: refined? defined? abolished... 1 ) Rank = Status A ) Status from raise above or fall below standards... 1 ) Standards vary... ick... 2 )set standards.... a )time?, quality?, empathy? selflessness? skill? b )vote D. Critiques and Criticisms... more or less? 1 ) Encourages a ) shine light... shy open up? B ) workshop type stuff... grow 2 ) Discourages... a ) tears in eyes, run hide under rock writes master work discovered in 2088 neo-emily dickenson. B ) anger... which can lead to grudges... 1 )bad for community 2 )decent catalyst though often misguided... forsakes art of writing, becomes Hitler Well... I'm thoroughly confused... what would bob marley do: "ppls just get to know one another in the spirit of love, and every little thing gonna be alright...." revery the dreamlost...

Shimmering Blur of Life revery the dreamlost

hi... Here's all my signe poems... It all started out with me trying to write on signe's motto... "wishing on a satelite star" which meant as near a i remember it something like sorta quote: “I don't remember, it was so many, many years ago... I was in love, you see, but what I got wasn't what I expected." Air(orginal) she walks in air and she tells of her story we wonder the who and the why... we watch on as signe beams as bright the morning turning about in the sky... clouds look in wonder as she sails above them how can this small thing, fly so far and wide? riding on currents, she never will touch down gushing and grinnng, so full of her guy... lucky's the word that we could call her lover... but lucks not the one... that makes our signe smile... fate, love, and joy just decided, she was fun -to set her up soaring so high in the sky... and no she can't help it... we're blinded and binded dreaming who's beaming, we finally know why... --------------------------------------------------------- Seldom: Orignal Seldom known and Seldom seen are the thoughts within our dreams- When we killed all time that day, i thought i saw- i saw you say-- A broken path lies overgrown, swallowed up- he left alone... Whatever's lost, it pines no more... I see a face, i see a door Think could i-cheer would i try... finished gifts, found time, in time... But not enough, it sad to say... a dear to cheer too much away... --------------------------------------------------------- Twilight wishes or Signe's Theme. Twilight New beginning Eyes bright Always wishing First love Wanted wishing Tonight Starlight Twilight New beginning First light Faint but twinkling Eyes bright Full and daring Of love First love Quiet Night Hope for certain White Knight Find one beaming Starlight Only wanting Tonight Wish light Tragic night False hope waning Slighted sight Small eyes erring Morning's light No true beaming For love No love Star light Reflected only White knight Burns so brightly At night -a nice illusion False light Star bright Twilight New beginning Eyes bright Always wishing For love Wanted wishing Fade from sight -My Satellite. ------------------------------------------------------------ Satellite Star When you’re wishing on a satellite star Hope can only take you so far Bring me your dreams and we'll see what they mean When you’re wishing on a satellite star Who’s sitting alone on a cloudless night Under the stars, with their hearts held tight Wish me a dream- To shine or to beam When you’re wishing on a satellite star Why shed the light of day on me? To suffer what you would not see Visions and dreams, never quite what they seem When you’re wishing on a satellite star So we shed the cover, even if you will not stay And then find another lover -hope the dream won't stray. Or forgot for today- And at night shall we play When you’re wishing on a satellite star. ------------------------------ "Air" was improvised from watching signes reaction one day in irc. "Seldom", was along the same lines but the reverse situation "Sat Star " more a song than poem was the final out come of the brain storimg on her motto "twilight" another song was a splitter poem off "Sat Star" that took over creative control of my brain while working "sat star" well, that was fun... just thought i'd back them up here, just in case...' revery the dreamlost

here's one of my older ones... Summer colds it started at the edges... the warm humming in your ears a slight sniffing of the nose with soft eyelid tuggings, forcing them to close so take a magic drop and make it go away fore little summer colds cannot stop the day... revery the dreamlost

yeah, i like it too... keep writing

**quietly appauds ** very true for some... A painful dagger , isn't it... Bittersweet with the bite of an addition... to put it bluntly the condition 'sux' and you capture it pretty well in your poem... Then you go on to, show a way to fight it, by agrresivily reversing your emotions... I always think of louie armstrongs exuberant stage presence in responce to his terrifying stage fright as an example of this... But it's a hard effort to maintain, when the sadness underneath saps your energy daily... i simpathsize... cheer up friend... if it hasn't already past, then i suggest putting you energies into others... Find them... The simplist and best advice i ever heard was from a korean boy that struggling with english, said to me, "to get a friend, be a friend" And i've found it to be true for the most part... revery the dreamlost Edited by: reverie at: 5/18/02 8:25:33 am

*puts glasses on* Let's see virture... well here's what websters has to say about it... Main Entry: vir·tue Pronunciation: 'v&r-(")chü Function: noun Etymology: Middle English virtu, from Old French, from Latin virtut-, virtus strength, manliness, virtue, from vir man -- more at VIRILE Date: 13th century 1 a : conformity to a standard of right : MORALITY b : a particular moral excellence 2 plural : an order of angels -- see CELESTIAL HIERARCHY 3 : a beneficial quality or power of a thing 4 : manly strength or courage : VALOR 5 : a commendable quality or trait : MERIT 6 : a capacity to act : POTENCY 7 : chastity especially in a woman - vir·tue·less /-(")chü-l&s/ adjective - by virtue of or in virtue of : through the force of : by authority of hmmm, it would see the by definition #5 that the traits listed as songwriter, poet, and story writer would qualify provided they had merit... I'd say they do...sooo, i think gry was correct in his thoughts... okay that was fun... revery the dreamlost "insert quote" the dream continues...

thanx canid and gry... oh don't worry gyr. the headaches gone. Um cause of my job i've moved 5 times in the last five years, so i usually end up leaving a lot of 'stuff behind. I guess it helps to try to be optimistic... Change is good i suppose, though exhausting... take care all, revery the dreamlost

hiya, I know i'm alittle late on this.... but i like what you wrote. I'm not the best with complementing of the use of style, imagiary, or setting with depth and meaning of thought... But i just like to say, that i like it, and it reads like a passage from a right out of a published work... that's all... revery the dreamlost

Hi... gyrfalcon suggested i expand my five minute improve poem... So i tried, but now i got a blinding headache from the effort(am sick), so this is as far as i got... -------------------------------------------------- Traveling this time again, Always going where, you have not been It's always sad to leave a friend Not always glad to begin again... But leaving her or him or them... Doesn't break the friendship in- -to scattered remnants of a dream Where laughter left and all seem'd mean Fore time need not, be stopped Nor revived To a place where friendship thrived. If you leave behind, so be it then Now go forward now, and make amends... For now you have a choice to choose To live with the past, with ghosts you use Or to smile upon, the gleam of dawn That lights the way, you trek upon... ------------------------------------------- Okay, that was fun... take care all, revery the dreamlost Edited by: reverie at: 5/12/02 6:54:46 pm