I climbed a mountain, all alone, and on the top I found two pairs of wings.

shady_drake @ 2008-03-27T22:53:00

2008-03-28T03:00:59Z

~*~

Silva in lumine
Lunae arcana est
Domus mea
Silva in lumine
Stellarum est

Es ist das Tier in mir!
Es weckt die Gier nach dir!
Hab dich zum Fressen gern!
Kannst du mein Verlangen spürn?

Dunkle Wolken und finstere Gedanken,
die Vollmondnacht zerbricht meine Schranken.
In mir kommt die Gier auf Getier, dass ich massakrier.
Spür diese Lust auf Blut jetzt und hier.
Tief in der Nacht die funkelnden Sterne,
ein süßer Geruch zieht mich in die Ferne.
Aber Acht wenn ganz sacht in der Nacht meine Glut entfacht
und der Jäger in mir erwacht!

Silva in lumine
Lunae arcana est
Domus mea
Silva in lumine
Stellarum est

Es ist das Tier in mir!
Es weckt die Gier nach dir!
Hab dich zum Fressen gern!
Kannst du mein Verlangen spürn?

Fremde Gedanken, wilde Gelüste
Das verlangen nach dem zarten Fleisch von Brüsten
Will reißen, will beißen, zerfleischen, zerfetzen,
bei lustvoller Jagd meine Beute hetzen.
Glutrote Augen folgen deiner Spur,
die Witterung führt über weite Flur.
Ich mutier zum Tier, bin ein Geschöpf der Nacht.
Ich bin der Jäger des Mondes bis der Morgen erwacht.

Silva in lumine
Lunae arcana est
Domus mea
Silva in lumine
Stellarum est
Stellarum est
Stellarum est

Ahhh!
Ich werd zum Tier!
Ahhh!
Ich werd zum Tier!

Es ist das Tier in mir!
Es weckt die Gier nach dir!
Hab dich zum Fressen gern!
Kannst du mein Verlangen spürn?

Es ist das Tier in mir! (Background: Silva in lumine)
Es weckt die Gier nach dir!
Hab dich zum Fressen gern! (Background: Silva in lumine)
Kannst du mein Verlangen spürn?

Silva in lumine
Lunae arcana est
Domus mea
Silva in lumine
Stellarum est
Stellarum est
Stellarum est
Stellarum est

~*~

Wolfen, Das Tier in Mir

shady_drake @ 2008-03-16T00:39:00

2008-03-16T04:41:17Z

~*~

That which we fear most, is being wrong.

~*~

shady_drake @ 2008-03-15T01:05:00

2008-03-15T05:06:49Z

~*~

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

Pon tus cargas en jesu christo, el te qui da ti

~*~

shady_drake @ 2008-03-14T00:16:00

2008-03-14T04:48:01Z

~*~

We are glad no one reads this, no one know we exist, no one will bare witness.

We have a grievance to bring forward.

Shady listened to you. She stored up every word you said, every secret heart ache, every character nuance that will never make it to print because there is simply too much to ever possibly say. She gave you of her own worlds, secret places no one else has ever seen. She would have given you more, but you didn't want it. Or maybe you did, but we guess it just wasn't important enough to fight for it. It's hard for shady to give of herself, she's tired of being everybody's fool.

Drake watched over you. When you were sick, she brought you what you needed, when you were unhappy she tried to cheer you up, when you were ready to give everything up she tried so damn hard to understand. She fought for you when you wouldn't fight for yourself. When you were too frightened or hurting to press on, she took the troubles out of your hands, so you didn't need to hurt anymore. But you still didn't trust her with anything more than the superficial things.

Yet we sit here in the very same room and I don't think I've ever been more alone.

I fought for you, I bled for you, I've endured your foul temper and you wicked tounge and your general disregard for anything one other than your self.

And I still wasn't worth fighting for.

~*~

Poetry Dump

2007-11-26T03:36:59Z

The little poetlings have gathered over time, so I thought I'd just dump them here and let them have there piece. Mostly Shady here. Only one is Drake's, but can you tell which.

~*~

Secret Things

Sing a song,

Dance with wings,

Light dark places,

And secret things.

Love forever,

Love me free

I thought you said

You loved me for me.

~*~

A Heart's Blood

Sunrise, sunrise,

The light’s still in your eyes.

And all the murky dark

will slowly melt away.

Sunset, sunset,

don’t know but you can bet,

though the night will come

I’ll still be here to stay.

To smile, to smile,

it’s human nature to beguile,

but in the summer sun

we pretend and laugh and play.

To cry, to cry,

That glimmer in your eye,

is it the trail of a tear

or the rain that came today.

To die, to die,

the blood in which you lie

tells the tale of a choice

and a price too high to pay.

~*~

False Friends

There is a face I sometimes see,

Looking back, a darker side

To me.

And I

Grip tightly, with wide eyes

And deaf ears, she watches me cry

And leaves me there, where I lie.

She’s gone to a place I cannot reach

For the sake of happiness

To find

What’s lost

Only to see, the place she went

Was not what she wanted it to be.

~*~

And too lines of a much larger work that it so horrifically trite I don't dare show it to anyone. But I love the imagery in these two, so I thought I'd let them live. They make no sense if you don;t know what else is going on, but it's not like anyone is going to be reading them anyway, so who cares? Shady's work, the previous one was Drake's.

[...]

For in the mire and in the despair,

Floating through the sulfurous air,

Men like this can earn their wings

Though death wails and fate stings

Though we know not why he fell,

he brought with him – up from hell –

He raised the depths on scarlet wings,

up from the fire and rancid things.

[...]

shady_drake @ 2007-10-23T00:27:00

2007-10-23T04:35:05Z

We delight in the law of your Word
We delight in the Son who was perfect from birth
We delight in the day He's returning to earth

Hallelujah

We will bow our hearts because we are free
As we lift our hands to give you glory
Father of life and love and infinite worth
We're delivered by blood that flows from the tree
Draws near to You vessels of Your mercy
Before the invention of man, the glorious Trinity

We will lift our eyes to the cloud and the flame
Lord, You guide our steps and restore us again
The nations of man will rejoice in the God of the wilderness

We delight in the law of your Word
We delight in the Son who was perfect from birth
We delight in the day He's returning to earth

Hallelujah

Hallelujah,

Oh Hallelujah

May we never forget, though needs are not met, though the road seems long and hard,

Stranger in my skin

2007-10-10T04:49:35Z

More poetry. It makes me wonder which of us is really more honest, more real.

Stranger in my skin

Like an outsider looking in,

to a place of light and full of friends

he laughed, she blushed and I felt it,

then,

Like and outsider looking in.

Like an outsider looking in,

to where the light’s as dark as sin

they say they know me but I don't know

them,

Like and outsider looking in.

Like an outsider looking in,

to a place full of people, all alone

if they ever come back, I pray they tell me

when,

So I'm not an outsider looking in.

A stranger living in my skin,

walls like layers of dust, paper thin

where the door is open but I can’t go in,

then,

I'm like and outsider looking in.

Rough, but a good coping mechanism. The last stanza will be editied later. I don't normally do free verse, so repitition was my pitiful fall back. Awkward words for an awkward night, and a smile and a laugh and you look so sweet together when we came home.

Fish

2007-04-15T13:59:38Z

Squee! January , Shady and I were walking to the fabric store the other day to cheer ourselves up and we ended up in a sketchy pet store instead. And by sketchy, I mean they were feeding a ferret a live bit of prey as we watched. Not pleasant.

They also kept betas in tanks with other fish. Some people like to live dangerously.

One such beta, was fluorescent purple with normal male length fins, and then another inch or so of clear opalescent fin after that. He was really cool, probably gay, but very cool none the less. We decided to rescue him and see if he'd make in it a better environment. He seems to have a pretty mild personality, and after being fed peas is perking up a bit.

We named him Bishe. Maybe he'll make it.

Blarg...

2007-04-12T03:59:25Z

We snarl, we study, we sign up for classes for next year. We'll probably lose your internet connection when we try to.. The classes are to hard, Shady's taking to many credits and in to far over her head and I'm picking up the damn slack. Her "friends" are falling to fricken pieces and it's their own damn fault and all we can do is smile and say "We're proud of you." Not to mention I am in danger of bloody death by random.

All hope is not lost however, I saved the damn fish.

Only Shady could manage to kill a Siamese fighting fish, the things are practically indestructible, but nooooooooooo. Not only does she manage to traumatize it by trying to "pet" it, she somehow lets it jump out of it's tank onto her laptop. The lid had a paperweight on it, HOW CAN A FISH JUMP OUT OF A SEALED TANK? Gah!

Sufficient methods have been applied and the fish in now safe and healthy again. I.E. it is mine now and Shady gets a goldfish, at least they are cheaper. Who would have though peas were a cure-all for betta fish? So random.

More of Shady

2007-03-30T14:47:59Z

Tehehe, silly drake lost! So shady gets to post first =^.^=. And torment you with more angsty, emo poetry. I'm actually rather please with this one, it's an excercize in contradictions and the truth they hold in reality. No muses for this one, Clover tried, but I wouldn't let it, it tends to make my writing to heavy handed.

More of the Down Series.

Stationary

Days are black and hearts are long
Those times we find that we are wrong.
When we cannot rise and we cannot fall
Nor connect the ends to aught at all.

A bitter taste on a more bitter tongue
Dance to the beat of a silent drum,
Reach in and catch the empty air,
And find that nothing was ever there.

Suspension is the fastest speed
To reach places you can never leave
And only the greatest hypocrite can find
A hypocrite of a weightier mind.

As I walked, I was passed by a man
Who had no legs on which to stand.
He looked back at me as he passed me by
And I saw myself reflected in his eye.

Porject 2

2007-03-24T18:26:35Z

This one is an older one that I'm reasonably happy with. It's one of Shady's Down Series, which is really just more of an excuse to right deep, introspective and rather emo poetry. We're such slaves to our muses.

Musing for such a dreary day:

I'm tired of excuses,
I'm tired of complaining,
I'm tired of how it seems,
that life is always raining.

How can I expect to find you,
when I myself don't understand,
like the patterns in the tapestries,
the master weaver's planned.

How can I expect to find you,
when I myself don't understand,
like the patterns in the tapestries,
the master weaver's planned.

Is there a special someone,
be it lover or a friend,
That I will not feel guilty,
to ask to take my hand?

Like an old and mighty tree,
I have stood here long and tall.
But even the most mighty tree,
has one day got to fall.

For no man alone is an island,
a house divided will not stand.
And if I should ever stop my going,
I should never start again.

Blah, crummy muse. Shady blames this one on Drake.

Still trying...

2007-03-24T18:22:55Z

Hmm, let's see if I can get this "LJ cut" to work.

Well, here goes nothing. How I hate technology.

By way of introduction...

2007-03-22T02:52:07Z

I've never been able to keep one of these things alive for very long, so we'll see if this lives, but I really just wanted a place to post my writing. And to delurker myself in a number of communities.

Why start this now? Angst is a wonderful motivator, so is poetry. But so is not sounding like an emo fourteen year old. I really don't write that much angst, I just tend to be very intense so it comes off as emotional.

If so moved their will probably be fanfiction here, Naruto, final fantasy, Alichino, and anything else I'm inspired to spit something out about. But primarily it will be used to post poetry, Roma stories, and segments of two novels I am currently working on, Mandate of Heaven and Cordis Sanguines. Maybe even a little art, who knows.