Wednesday, July 28, 2004

My Mentor

Well... a little break from the ANA (A new age)
This is something I started writing a few months ago... and finally finished All I need is a name for the piece...
Here's to you Matt...
It's been an honor to learn from the best... ^_^

My Mentor (Named by and dedicated to Matt Sprotte)

My life’s journey continues it’s race…
But Now Arises a familiar face…
A man from days of forgotten glory…
Back when I began my story…
Back to an age when my dreams were just dreams...
When my heart was a hole... a void so it seems...
Before I saw the power I had...
Or the poet inside me... My writing was bad...
I was merely a Kid... lost in my tears…
With pain in my soul… haunted by fears…
But before I found love… I had an escape…
That was shown to me by a man with a cape…
He saw my potential… but I needed work…
And he stayed by my side when the others were jerks…
He taught me the ways of the people up high…
Who created new worlds in the blink of an eye…
An Adventurer’s fate could lie in his hands…
He’d decide their future… and give them commands…
To succeed or to fail in this game we play…
It’s life in this world… or so we would say…
But this game that we play’s not as hard as it seems…
As I focused the power that channeled my dreams…
I saw this world for what it really was…
Now I stand by his side… and it’s only because…
Of a man with the name that I call my own…
With the lesson’s he’d taught and the ideas he’d sewn…
Into my mind… and then they would sprout…
And I’d know what this creativity’s about…
I opened my eyes… and I set free my soul…
With the help of my mentor… I got out of that whole…
You set me down the path I take…
You gave me a chance to atone my mistakes…
You gave me the skills to continue along…
The Notes to sing the dreamers song…
So here’s to you my venerable friend…
Funny… and loyal to the end…
You’ll always be a mentor to me…
For you helped shape my destiny…
No one out there rp’s like you can…
King of the GM’s… my master… Matt-san!!!


Thursday, July 22, 2004

A New Age... Part Three

Well... I've been a little slow with writin lately... but I did manage to pull of something... It's a bit small, and Once I get a clearer idea with it, I'll probably add more.
*Update*
Added More ^_^

A New Age: Through Troubled Eyes

Each sees the world with their own eyes...
A point of view it seems...
To which we all shall live our lives...
and gaze into our dreams...
An uncommon sight exists in this world...
A vision owned by few...
A side of life with truth unfurled...
a Side you never knew...
Some say the world is a beautiful place...
Others say it's hell...
Except for those who've seen this face...
There is no way to tell...
What is the truth about our ways?
Are we Savage and cruel?
Or is peace closer day by day
and everybody's cool?
To know how to solve the riddle you
must seek these people out...
To find folks out there like me too
see what this is about...
Find the "losers" of society
who won't give up the fight...
With open hearts they'll let you see
Just whats inside this light...
To see this world another way...
To look through troubled eyes...
And see this world is not so grey...
Beyond Cerulean Skies...
Even when we reach our prime...
There are courses we won't understand...
but few of us will take the time...
to stop and try to comprehend...
What happens when we go and decide?
Take the path and see it through...
What future have we cast aside...?
Few if any will ever construe...
The other choice they might have made...
Be it good, or be it bad...
In most people's minds the thought will fade...
And forget the influence that they had...
To change this world with what they've done...
Really big or very small...
The difference between the whole and the one...
Who will open his heart... and in darkness... stand tall...


Friday, July 02, 2004

A New Age... Part two

My newest piece... Take This assholes!(Before someone gets offended... That comment isn't referring to everyone...heheh... ^_^;;)

A New Age: Seeds of Corruption

Life continues… as time rolls by…
With a soul to share… and wings to fly….
Always searching for something new….
Worlds to create… and things to do…
This world to me is a beautiful place…
But evil lingers beneath it’s face…
Corruption’s hands stretch so high…
From lowest lake… to starry sky…
In the hearts of man this darkness hides…
When man goes fourth and shows these sides…
The kindest soul can turn on you…
And take your heart and pierce it through…
This world is caught in violent debate...
They think they rattle the chains of Fate…
A society ravaged by hate and lust...
By abuse and drugs... by actions unjust...
Look down below society’s line...
The people on the bottom of the grapevine...
What happens to them if they wish to fly?
Their wings are broken... and some of them die...
From the cruelty and hate from the world up above...
While the rest down there have hearts filled with love...
But still we are ravaged... and still we are mocked...
Our worlds must be cloudy... and our paths are still blocked…
But still we will try to climb up those stairs…
Ignoring the insults… and returning the glares…
But I don’t see corruption when I look to their faces…
For we are the same in many many cases…
I look away from the anger, away from the hate…
For I am no longer bound by Fate…
No longer drowning in tears of despair...
I can see the people that existed there...
As I drifted through anger and cried to sleep...
Falling and falling into the deep...
Of the void that was making a pit in my soul...
And I would exist in that terrible hole...
I am a victim of corruptions child…
It took sanity… and made me run wild…
But now they see me another way…
Most of them are different today…
They see me as equal… they see me as me...
They see me as I want to be...
A lover... a Dreamer... a kid just like them...
Not a fool or a loser that they can condemn
But still some refuse to open their eyes…
And it is a shame that they won’t realize…
What I have become… and what I will be…
And the ideas and dreams they’d learn from me…
So go ahead and put me down…
Laugh in my face… push me to the ground…
You think you are winning… but you’re very wrong…
For I will still sing my Dreamer’s song…
I will rise up above you… and make you pay…
For the terrible things that you’ve done here today…
To you I may not be where I am…
Just the fool with the big mouth you continue to damn…
But I will assure you… your going to fail…
For I will still walk…and speak of my tale…
I could be on step one for all that you care…
But when I’m done everyone will want to be there…