Sunday 24 October 2021

Littlest Seed Man (words) - WIP

This is work in progress but these are the words I am going to use for my new project Littlest Seed Man.  I am doing the artwork now, but the words are already written.  Here they are in full:


"i HAVE SEEN IT WITH MY OWJN EYES, the wild ways - the happy ways, the sad ways, the quiet and the calm, and the also everything in between - 


And today I shall see it again - all a thousand years - in one droplet of time - like the raindrops that fall from on high

I sail - though I stay in the same place, but in a hundred years one might sail to many places, and see more things than most will see - in more than a lifetime

I ENJOY HOW THE SKIES RACE - they dance - and change more times than anything else I see - and they never breath, they only flow

the most beautiful things in life are tortured the most - but when they are finally destroyed, they will return again more beautiful than ever before

THERE IS SOMETHING OUT THERE, ALL AROUND ME, THAT LIVES FOREVER, I'VE SEEN IT MANY TIMES BEFORE - IT'S AS WONDEFUL AS THE SUNRISE

I LIKE TO SEE THE COLOURS OPENING AND CLOSING - THE FLOWERS IN THE FIELDS, I NEVER TIRE OF SEEING IT - THOUGH I HAVE SEEN IT A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE - THEY CHANGE AGAIN  AND AGAIN, BUT THE DANCE IS STILL THE SAME

I watched the tree grow wild and strange - it lived for a long time - such an interesting journey.  I am so happy to have been there to see all of it!

It was wonderful when I saw Grace fly for the first time - and when Gladda and Edda swooned beneath the grass blades 

I loved them very much - as they loved everything.

I saw them dance about - about - as I watched watched their parents and foreparents before
As they go about

I love it always

The light it glows fair and fine in me - and I shall always go about with it!  

I see it, the growing of things - the winding of things.  Blooming with colour and sound, I have seen wonder in the darkest of things.

Let us all go, and bind as one, upon the ground and above the ground, before the glory of the skies.

I walk upon a road I cannot see
But my mind knows it's there and says 'I should follow.'
And so on we go the words and I
by the many ways that show
into the waves and into the glades,
to wherever the rythmn will flow


and as we go we must be careful not to fall,
not to slip over to the other side
where the wily folk wait,
with their masks of sickly green,
watching with hollow eyes,
waiting with a smile that cannot be seen

But it's my road
and I'll follow it
even if it leads to nowhere
because sometimes nowhere is somewhere
Sometimes nothing is the only thing, the perfect place,
sleeping in the depths of a beating heart.

no matter how tough things get beneath me, 
or how heavy the storms overhead might be,
I keep up the footsteps one by one
Because I know out there somewhere there is the sun
gleaming wild and free,
set ready to embrace me

For that's how the wild way goes, beneath sun and moon,
One day I will learn the secret way of it, in the halls of gloom.
Maybe there is a magic brooding in the corner of the night,
who can say?
Maybe there is an end in sight,
Only time knows the way.

But for now I will be walking on,
travelling upon the racing seas of time - 
making through the jungle,
seeking the destiny that is mine.

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Saturday 16 October 2021

Wednesday 13 October 2021

Being Alcoholic is a Glorious Misery - why so?

I thought there is nothing better than sailing on the inner seas of the mind, especially when the keys are turned to unlock the chains that bind the soul - my key is the happy cup, the brimming glass!


What adventures we had the two of us!


  Together we journeyed into places inside and out - but I can say without a doubt that we were indeed a happy little company, the glass and me!


We used to have a happy union, the cup and I; not so much anymore.

  It's like we've broken up.

  The keys have turned rusty, and are crumbling up in my hands.


There was a time when we could do things together, things that were halfway useful - but now my old friend leaves me lying on the floor with a broken head and broken voice...  The song that once did naturaly dance in my lungs and in my veins has been dried up - and now I walk in an empty land as bad as a desert in a lost land - only there is no border to this stark place - no sky with sunshine or flying moon - no air to breathe.


  I am in a deep well filled up only with the worst things a mortal life has to offer.  


  I think I have always been stuck in that well - and didn't realise it until now.  


  In the old days I could climb out of the hole for a bit to get a breather, that was back when I held the key in my hands...

  But now the key is gone, and I am stuck down here - in this place.

  Forever stuck...

Trapped in world that is filled with neither the light or dark - containing only one thing, a feeling: it is an endless yearning for something that never existed in the first place.


It never existed, that I know now for sure...  But the well has always been here, and I have always been down inside it.


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Also take a look at:
My Games
Play Given 'em Hell
Play Elfin Quest
Witches Brew a short text based adventure game!
Also take a look at:
My YouTube Channel


My Books












Friday 1 October 2021