Tenebrae2005-07-08 08:50:51
t is it that makes the world as it is in this life nor the next? What happened to me, what is going on? I cannot say that what I am doing is real, for a shroud has been put over my eyes, blocking me from seeing the world as I should truly see it. What is the world as but a thought, for the life that cursed me is now nothing but a lie. I wish that I am true to my self, yet I cannot wonder any longer. The dreams that are given to me are forbidden, a dreamless lie. I can asleep, yet awake, and yet I yearn to see the light. The dreams of a forbidden night is not so forbidding. The words that have pounced upon my skin is no longer of what it is. I am unsure of myself, Unsure of what I am doing, unsure of what I can say. What I have done to this world is not to be remembered, as I am gone, along with the wind…
The planes are revolving around one huge magnificent lie, that of the veil, that of the half-truth. The world is but in itself unpronounced, for we do not know what is with it or of not. I wish that I am sure of myself, I wish that I am sure of what I am saying, doing, writing, yet I cannot. What is the reality in life is this…
What is real now is but a lie and that the truth is to be forever yearned for
yet unseen… To see the truth is to fall mad, and with this, you cannot understand
the truth to which was seen. And to understand this truth, you are no longer but
of yourself, but of another soul, another god. We are given peeks of the truth that is out there, and with these peeks the magnificence of what is true…
The truth of what is out there is but of an embittered one, for we cannot truly grasp it and what is there. What I cannot dream of the truth is how was it that it has continued upon itself all of this time… We are forever stretching ourselves to reach this truth, this philosophical injustice upon our lives. We are but in ourselves, and with that, we are in but a lie. Have anyone truly seen the true light? The true Darkness? For is not the True Darkness the true light? Nobody has ever seen the pure light, the true one, to say not. Darkness is the one that truly surrounds you, surrounds that very essence that makes you a mortal, surrounds that enriched earth. Those of Shallam are living THE lie, for they are giving up their mortality, their pureness, for something that is falsified, untrue. They are upon themselves untrue, as we cannot be sure. The reach for a divine protections is a false one, for the only true protection you need is the one from yourself. For we are the danger to ourselves, if we were to seek the chocolate in the purity. We as mortals are as fallible, we are unsure of ourselves as we are not… Those in Cyrene are to themselves upon a life, for they are outwards and in, they are avoiding the world at all costs, to which will be their eventuality as a doom. Have anyone ever seen the light in the darkness to which is said? The neutrality is posing a difficult question. For where is the learning that Cyrene is so famous for, if there is no path to which the learning is going through? There is no true god, to which the writing is moving off to. No leftists, no right. Just a semblance of a peace. Mhaldor is accepting a darkness that is not easily shown. That is thrown away. They have tainted it, tainted the soul of the purity of the light. What cannot be seen is what is the truth of it. Why are they like this? Why cannot they accept the fact, the fact that what is going on in this world is out of their control, out of their system of life… Sartan is but a god, fallible to his own mortality, fallible to his own lies in life. What can be said of this? What can be said to his followers… What is the difference to which that he does? If he is not of the truth… The truth in the world is that, without everyone else, the world will go down the drain, the planes that connect us to others will dissolve… Even the world that we are living in is currently described by troubles. Written all over is a lie. We are shown day to day the troubles of the Vertani. Our world is connected to another plane for example.. Lusternia is a world to which has it’s own phases attached to. And if you will listen to the wind for a moment, excuse me for this, you will hear of a goddess that has died. Our world is besited by troubles because of this death, of how this death has affected all that we could hold ourselves unto, to which I am not allowed to dream, but still do. The Vertani troubles is connected to this, and the phases of our life is going apart.
Ashtan is in itself godless. That is the feeling you get within it, if you step with it. You get a feeling that the world of it is Red, such as Mhaldor is Black, Shallam White, Eleusis Green, Cyrene Blue. This redness has been given upon itself an embittered lie, as where is the red coming from, if but the people. The life itself within that city is falling apart, yet as it does, I modernizes itself to a point where it is unrecognizable…
Eleusis is green, to where they seek to become as earthy or as down to earth as possible. For our earth here is not but itself, and these caretakers have ought to be thanked, for without them, where will we be.. We will not be wholly sure about ourselves, and we cannot be certain, is this the light to which we are living in? There are shadows within the eaves of the forest, to which we can see them if we are certain, if we are clear. We can see perhaps the true light there, yet we must stay there and watch, to be certain that what we do is right, to what we are the soul, the piece in mind. The world’s full of shadows, and if you pierce these shadows, there you can see the pure light. The pure light of what is true, the pure light of the life.
Hashan is left, colorless. Embrisked with shadows, we cannot wholly know who is there, who is not. We are within there but at an artificial mystery, for what is the truth of that? Does it make a difference what is going on with our life, and what is not? Hashan is in itself there, yet not. We may remember that it is there for a moment, yet when that moment is gone, is it still there?
The planes are revolving around one huge magnificent lie, that of the veil, that of the half-truth. The world is but in itself unpronounced, for we do not know what is with it or of not. I wish that I am sure of myself, I wish that I am sure of what I am saying, doing, writing, yet I cannot. What is the reality in life is this…
What is real now is but a lie and that the truth is to be forever yearned for
yet unseen… To see the truth is to fall mad, and with this, you cannot understand
the truth to which was seen. And to understand this truth, you are no longer but
of yourself, but of another soul, another god. We are given peeks of the truth that is out there, and with these peeks the magnificence of what is true…
The truth of what is out there is but of an embittered one, for we cannot truly grasp it and what is there. What I cannot dream of the truth is how was it that it has continued upon itself all of this time… We are forever stretching ourselves to reach this truth, this philosophical injustice upon our lives. We are but in ourselves, and with that, we are in but a lie. Have anyone truly seen the true light? The true Darkness? For is not the True Darkness the true light? Nobody has ever seen the pure light, the true one, to say not. Darkness is the one that truly surrounds you, surrounds that very essence that makes you a mortal, surrounds that enriched earth. Those of Shallam are living THE lie, for they are giving up their mortality, their pureness, for something that is falsified, untrue. They are upon themselves untrue, as we cannot be sure. The reach for a divine protections is a false one, for the only true protection you need is the one from yourself. For we are the danger to ourselves, if we were to seek the chocolate in the purity. We as mortals are as fallible, we are unsure of ourselves as we are not… Those in Cyrene are to themselves upon a life, for they are outwards and in, they are avoiding the world at all costs, to which will be their eventuality as a doom. Have anyone ever seen the light in the darkness to which is said? The neutrality is posing a difficult question. For where is the learning that Cyrene is so famous for, if there is no path to which the learning is going through? There is no true god, to which the writing is moving off to. No leftists, no right. Just a semblance of a peace. Mhaldor is accepting a darkness that is not easily shown. That is thrown away. They have tainted it, tainted the soul of the purity of the light. What cannot be seen is what is the truth of it. Why are they like this? Why cannot they accept the fact, the fact that what is going on in this world is out of their control, out of their system of life… Sartan is but a god, fallible to his own mortality, fallible to his own lies in life. What can be said of this? What can be said to his followers… What is the difference to which that he does? If he is not of the truth… The truth in the world is that, without everyone else, the world will go down the drain, the planes that connect us to others will dissolve… Even the world that we are living in is currently described by troubles. Written all over is a lie. We are shown day to day the troubles of the Vertani. Our world is connected to another plane for example.. Lusternia is a world to which has it’s own phases attached to. And if you will listen to the wind for a moment, excuse me for this, you will hear of a goddess that has died. Our world is besited by troubles because of this death, of how this death has affected all that we could hold ourselves unto, to which I am not allowed to dream, but still do. The Vertani troubles is connected to this, and the phases of our life is going apart.
Ashtan is in itself godless. That is the feeling you get within it, if you step with it. You get a feeling that the world of it is Red, such as Mhaldor is Black, Shallam White, Eleusis Green, Cyrene Blue. This redness has been given upon itself an embittered lie, as where is the red coming from, if but the people. The life itself within that city is falling apart, yet as it does, I modernizes itself to a point where it is unrecognizable…
Eleusis is green, to where they seek to become as earthy or as down to earth as possible. For our earth here is not but itself, and these caretakers have ought to be thanked, for without them, where will we be.. We will not be wholly sure about ourselves, and we cannot be certain, is this the light to which we are living in? There are shadows within the eaves of the forest, to which we can see them if we are certain, if we are clear. We can see perhaps the true light there, yet we must stay there and watch, to be certain that what we do is right, to what we are the soul, the piece in mind. The world’s full of shadows, and if you pierce these shadows, there you can see the pure light. The pure light of what is true, the pure light of the life.
Hashan is left, colorless. Embrisked with shadows, we cannot wholly know who is there, who is not. We are within there but at an artificial mystery, for what is the truth of that? Does it make a difference what is going on with our life, and what is not? Hashan is in itself there, yet not. We may remember that it is there for a moment, yet when that moment is gone, is it still there?
Unknown2005-07-10 11:04:41
QUOTE(Tenebrae @ Jul 8 2005, 03:50 AM)
Hashan is left, colorless. Embrisked with shadows, we cannot wholly know who is there, who is not. We are within there but at an artificial mystery, for what is the truth of that? Does it make a difference what is going on with our life, and what is not? Hashan is in itself there, yet not. We may remember that it is there for a moment, yet when that moment is gone, is it still there?
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Loved how you left it as if you meant for it be a quiet pause before continuing on. Almost like a wizened grandmother sitting in her rocking chair besides a crackling fire would stop, taking a breath and looking down at her hands, before continuing onwards with the story. All the while, you're in your seat, practically leaning over so far to hear more than you're only centimeters from falling face first on the floor. Hehe.
Tenebrae2005-07-10 19:13:26
Thank you mad'am.
In itself, I posted this for my order and my father/patron in Achaea, and received a true favor for this, though he is asleep now and I do miss him...
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Other than that, enjoy life
-Tenebrae Darkamist
In itself, I posted this for my order and my father/patron in Achaea, and received a true favor for this, though he is asleep now and I do miss him...
....
Other than that, enjoy life
-Tenebrae Darkamist
