cryptomancer

Happy birthday!!!!

"O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright." Sonnet LXV - William Shakespeare

Yesterday I flew. Clouds caressed my dry skin, Moistening the textures of my being. I swan in the vast heavens, Wrapped in a soft blanket And the warmth of an embrace. Yesterday I flew. The heavens opening to my heart, The deep colours drenching my soul. I Lay in the solitude of beauty, Wrapped in her arms And the completeness of our love.

Summer held meaning for a moment, Grasped it in her soft warmth Opening it to my presence. It was in that moment of completeness, That colour filled my world. All I had seen was grey, Shades of the normal, the mundane. It was lacking saturation, The luminance of love, And the chrominance of true beauty. True colour filled my lungs, I breathed the air of completeness. Her love is my world now, Her eyes my perfect heavens.

I stood alone on the soft sand Drinking the air, living for the joy Of seeing beauty around me. I stood alone on the hard ground Sinking in the rushing wind That pressed so close to me. I floated in the calm ocean Each breath tainted with salt Each heartbeat lost in endless sea I swam to my island sanctuary Each footfall shadowed By her love for me.

Fire of my love, Breath of my life, Kiss of my longing, My muse, my desire, Beauty has no name but her’s. Heart of my love Dream of my eternal soul Embrace so complete My love, my longing My heart has no home but her.

Show me you're not afraid As with each moment falls, Casting its shadow in the glass, Half full, Time stealing seconds, Each moment a blessing, Smiles of our time alone Kissing the mind with hope. Show me you're not afraid, As with the soft beating, each moment passes, fleeting, upon our treasured days, I long to again find you, Let my arms entwine you, captured and unafraid. Lines: Echoes of forgotten dreams.

When Time comes and touches your life, Each second counted in the soft shift of her hair, A slow drift of sweet memory, Kisses of her lips mark hours, Yet in seconds are gone, Her embrace could last for years, Time never allows so long. Moments measured, often stolen, Each precious drop if liquid sand Flowing for her. Blood in my heart's beating life, Her love the measure, Her time, my life.

Flamingoes cry pink tears, The blue birds sing 'Purple Rain' I was once blest by a peacock, And danced in the colours again. I drifted in the shadows of sunlight, Found my place in the silver shade, Amidst the ripples of saltflats, And the desert of a meadow glade. Lost in the company of friends, Recognised in the crowds of strangers, Dancing to 'Purple Rain' Her tears wet upon my shoulders. Line: 'Did ever a breeze dry my eyes'

A Raven lands on Gryphon's head. dances around a bit, looks at his friend in the wonderfully strange and upside down way that only a mad Raven perched on your head can do, and in a very loud voice, yells....... "YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!" "Congrats my friend, well deserved, very well deserved."

hehehe... i knew that.... great poem, well imaged protal to worlds beyond all, from the secluded and barren desk. emptyness around the physical being compared to the life of curcuitry and electrics generating a new place to be. I like.

I love this. The contemplation of precipitationin different forms from the mind to the distructive was beautiful, the opening lines adding sound to the minds grasp of the scene. The image here I loved most, tree moving with the effects of wind and rain, and noting the change in the air. I grew up in africa, the air changes when it rains, you can acctually smell the rain as it gathers, and after it falls the air is so sweet and clear. Good memories. I have a little boy, he is 5, and i see how easy it is for him to trust and love people and dread the day when he learns that not all can be trusted. True lovers open up so completely to each other, trusting everything like children trust. thank you. i really like this.

Um.... Question..... Isnt it easier to just write 105? 3 digits instead of 8?

*sits stunned in the pile of kittens, sneezing frequently* "ahh-choo, ahhchoo ahh-chhooo ah-cho-ahhchoo" *blushes* I am even sneezing in iambic pentameter now. *dances around* Yay, thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou ..... thank you all so much for the topics and the encouragement and the honour of a new rank, I hope ai can live up too the title. thank you to Gryph and Mynx for bugging me to finish, especially Mynx. *hugs Mynx* thanks for chasing me. Yay, *dances around spilling kittens at each step and sneeze*

The end And so I conclude, the dreaming of lunacy, I enter my heart to your welcome diplomacy. Please be welcomed to comment and play, With red ink and wisdom, the teach’s way. For it is an exercise in insanity quite plain, But a lesson for me, and to test, and to train, Each fiber of poetic skill in my brain, So that, for good or for ill, or to simply amuse, My hopes and visions, emotions and dreams Can by those who wish to read, be seen. Thank you all for your help.

Excercise 8 22) For entry upon the burning of night, And in the dreaming and visions of trees, Along the lost paths of lunacy won, Waves cast the shadow of echoing spray. That on its last lighting faded to grey. Dreamless embrace in the sweet arms of dark, Speckled reflection my sorrow to find, With the longing of love, reflecting blind. Lunacy and moonlight, shadow of love, Aching my soul to find hope; but still lost I dream the diminishing of sorrow, And in the depth of night, find tomorrow, Each curve of her skin, will ripple with light, My love in the waters of tranquil night. 24) I dwell in a place, each path known to me, Each shadow cast by my thought and my dream, My heart drawn into the patterns of all. In this place my love is found and cherished, Her heart woven in the walls of my mind, Love binding closer than the taste of life, I held her there, amid the trees so close. In the circle of nature where power And life flow, to bind our love in that touch, The closeness of skin, caressed with passion, Each part of my world reflected her smile, And in the closeness of meditation, Looked into her eyes and found the color, Of my world, and my place of true power. 10) It was thought that started my path of words, Reaching the deep channels of my very core, Emotion building on thought and on life. I wrote for myself, and only my heart, I touched no others, nor sought to try. If my words spoke to my soul, then her love Drove deeper still, burning my heart to write, Not for my own life, but for her true heart. So that each rune I carve upon the page Whispered to all the love she gave me, Shone with the aura of timeless beauty, Echoed the love I had found, my one muse, Inspired beauty, inspire my heart, Let my love flow, let our paths never part.

Excercise 7 4) Seek four green men, a little west of north, Then bring them back, and to my door come forth. None are greater fighting men than these four, They dress strange, but their skill you can’t ignore. A weapon each they have as theirs, and so Though green, as a team into battle go. But mark my mind and my cunning will share The bounty of a quite brilliant snare, That those four green men will safely dispatch, Cawabunga! Turtle soup, down the hatch. 5) It was north that the voices guided me, Into a strange and foreign land to see, The wisps of power that burn the sky’s night, Lighting the heaven of the north so bright. Wishes and dreaming upon my heart fed, My ears alive with all the voices said. Each word a wisdom, each sight was a truth, That my heart taught lessons of age and youth. Lost in light, in love and in reverie, My vision unraveling mystery. 18) Walking the floor, the music faint and low, Echoes of foot falls the rhythm to show. My heart watched in love, as movement she spun, Each beautiful shadow that love had won. My racing beat was joy complete, and soft As in her sweet dance, our love held aloft, She walked the steps of our life, and our love, As moonlight shadowed our feet from above

A Raven dives from a rather great height, the echo of his voice carrying a single drawn out word, "MMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!" The dive ends in a tacklehug, well the Raven version of it, hitting with almost enough force to daze the bird but little to no real impact on Mynx, except for the flutter of black that suddenly appears to be clinging to her shoulder. However, As the Raven scrambles to gain purchace on the shifting fabric of Mynx's hood, and Mynx tries to stop her friend from moving around, things take a very startling turn. Mynx finds herself in the embrace of a 15 foot winged ego, eyes ablaze with happyness at his friend' promotion, her surprise at seeing the very seldom seen form of the full sized shadow is heightened by the fact that there is no human presence of the Runemage at all, then........ the rest of Mynx is heightened by a 15 foot winged ego quite calmly throwing her a a good 30 foot into the air, catching her again, and hugging her close. "You did well my friend, very very well. Congratulations." Mynx looks up into the eyes of her friend Cryptomancer, now in human form, as he congratulates her on her new rank.

Thanks, I am enjoying the challenge,

I like this. It has a certain frantic pace, and rather disjointed rhythm that fits the emotions of the piece. Thank you.

Excercise 6 15) Was it a great of rock that bought, The stink of love to mind? So no matter for how long we sought. Its joy we should not find. It was the joy of her first taste, Soft lips upon my own. That drenched my soul with merry haste Of love’s full fragrance shown. 11) Shaped mallow sugar, spontaneous pink All coated with great care. And set with warm and fragrant drink, In chocolate tainted air. I missed the bus, oh what a fuss But here I do not care. For coffee sweet, and chocolate, plus That soft pink mallow fair. 12) ‘Here there be dragons’ it did declare, And so it sealed our fate. For, though all we sought was over there, We’re paid to low a rate. I saw the green and shiny tail That in the air arose. I felt the tooth and saw the nail, That all my days did close. I was afraid and should have stayed Back where the men all froze And not from home so far had strayed, When the dragons up rose.

Excercise 5 13) Too little and my mind froze, Too much and I tend to pose, Aromatic music to the nose, From first light till daylight close, Wishing supply by tap and hose, Touch my mind like petal rose, Describes all the love I chose. In constantly increasing dose. 20) It can’t, it won’t, make me mad, If so I would sense the bad, I hope it shan’t make you sad, Or turn away from all we had, In dream I see it make you glad, Like visions sketched upon a pad, Love complete can’t make me mad. 21) Nuclear power I am sure, Its uses you can not ignore, For outshining coal, and gas, and ore. And water, and wind we did explore. But I thought I told you this before, The gerbil I do not adore.

Excercise 4 1) Float upon the midnight sea of green blade And moonlit wave, that in the full embrace Of land, fills the path under tree born shade. That all I hold so true and dear, can pace Forefront in the mind, and memory raid With blessings shone from golden petal race. I lay in the midst of all their powers, A lonely heart found by butterflowers. 6) Vinyl spun in ever decreasing rings That flooded the heart with soft subtle sound, Amidst the bass and fast flittering strings That the needle melodiously ground. Now light reads disc and in digital sings The new, the old, and the recently found. Gone is the warmth of the vinyl of old, Replaced by the spinning CDs so cold. 3) The weatherman spoke of dreamy warm sun Projected forecast just deeply blue sky. To anticipate sand and surf and fun, And sea so blue it would just make you cry. New candy floss clouds by angels just spun The satellites soon beginning to scry. The sky dark grey and soon snowing with ease, None did suspect minus thirty degrees ooc: I tried to stay in iambic.

I have begun to post the results in the banquet room, here I will post by excercise, so three poems at a time, with the excercise outlined as well. The poems are numbered with the number of the topic in my list. thank you.

Excercise 3 19) If psychosis rules my humble life that In the midst of fancy lost and forgot To my age old dream and long lost love, My world less sense would untimely die. Upon the quest of madness blest with such Undying restlessness that seeps from all, In dreamlike state my heart evoke, and kiss My lip with sane repose of pure sweet hope. 16) I seek the food of thought possessed, to free The taste of hunger cold, that in my soul, At last replace, the death of feast long past. Breath of sweet smell and cooked request my lip A tremble set to test, each soft sweet bite With fragrant spice all filled to taste the strong Embrace of festive course that lures my heart. What to ask. Is this not the place to dine? Blue and kin to all the love of life and Sweet surrendered bliss, that builds all good in Togetherness that makes all life worth while. Mushroom house and small white hat the complete Picture does set. In dreamlike state the rest Exist to hold Xanadu’s sweet embrace. Happiness, joy, love all so full as to Contrast the evil hate of Gargamel.