Nothing creative

Music always made me feel creative,it inspires me to do stuff… write about things.
My ear drums vibrate gently from voices and sounds of human desperation hidden in cluster of emotional and physical performance.
My brain lights up, as my neurons send information to one another of peace and pain, happiness and sadness, i become aware of myself and everything that quietly breath behind my back.

White becomes grey, paper gets moist it rains tonight. My eyes are closed i don’t really see as clear, it was bad idea to write on my balcony in the first place. Sun peeks from behind the clouds, even rain drops slow down, appreciate the moment, catch last sunlight, make slow sweet love with your own life.
Only the tallest grass peeks out from flooded fields beneath my balcony, dark dangerous waters inhabit thous flooded fields. They seem dead until slow rain drop kisses the surface, sets all in motion. One wave becomes two, and two four as eventually everything is exploding. Dark waters move from slowest rain i ever seen, makes it forget let it guard down, and now everything what is above sees the bottom of thous damned flooded fields.
Burst of laughter leaves me startled, who can inhabit this secluded place. Dressed in dark, bear footed smiling brighter that my lover sun, dark haired and bright eyed on her back like water strider slowly moving on the surface of thous now loving clear waters.
If i could i would not stair, but i am to weak and she is just to beautiful, stepping from balcony was not so hard as i don’t really feel fear of heights. But water hurts me, makes me uncomfortable, makes my long for fire. Only natural to be dry and warm, and i am son of mars it is natural indeed.
“Please take my hand” i whisper gently, she smiles back with this expression on her face like she was just looking for an answer ” my hands are itchy from thous flooded fields” she understood while laughing from my blunt response. She grabs my hands…
I don’t really live in this world but we can all relive it over and over again while it is encrusted into memory of the web.

Song, blade and fire 4

Skinny and twisted by his old age, sitting on the oldest bench in the cyti near the house build by his father. Bald old man, with still few bits and strips off grey hair hanging on both sides just over his ears. His mouth is one horrendous sight,  yellowed and broken teeth, some of them rotting inside his mouth for years, soon hi will even lose thous few which are still hanging in that heal hole, as it seems they had to evacuate with others, long time ego. Even bravest men could not stand of looking into old mans mouth as he trays to pass on knowledge of old, still his words seem to sound rather pleasant as his soft and calm voice tells everything you need to know about kingdoms around us, wars and gods.
“What it is like to live in dead lands” old man spits thous words out like there is no tomorrow, irritated he continues ” we tough our children of wisdom and peace, and now you all follow her into flames, like an idiots, and like idiots you all will burn…!” probably outburst of words and emotion hurt old mans heart, streets welcomed sound of him coughing  and grasping for air as one of his granddaughters took him under his arm and lead old man back inside…
“Enough of fresh air for today, grandpa” young girls voice seems to calm old man as everything what was needed to say was seed already, hi steps into the house, followed by his sweet granddaughter and couple of heavy armed men. His yelling has attracted some unwonted attention.
“People are scared, my lady” one eyed man whispers thous words as quite as possible, still for Fiamma to hear.
” People are always scared, of wars, famine…” she pauses as they both pass old mans house, and then continues ” Fear is just another disease, and everyone are affected”.
There is not much to be seed about this two foreigners, as they seem to blend in completely in to the crowd  in central squire of Red keep.  Fire festival continues, and Hana bolt out from the crowd knocking one eye man on his ass.
” Watch your self, my dear knight, as that boy almost killed you”  with smile on her face she watches him brush off dust.
” Had i more time, i would…” you can hear anger in his voice, it flows like fire through his all body “My lady, i fear i can’t hold my anger back” all read but still with fear in his eyes hi watches Fiamma turn around and slowly walk towards bone fire ” but my lady…? “.
” But what ? ” she spins around, and dashes towards knight ” As i seed, breath… and don’t think about it… in few minutes i will save as all from fear…” and she would continue, but knight interrupted her ” And my anger will be gone as well” hi glances with his one green eye in to hers.
” Yes my knight, your anger as well, i will heal as all”
Everyone knew already who she was, as her purple cape reveals it all, even grand fire priest steps back from his usual position on festival ground to make room for her to pass, everyone gather around.  In the crowd you can hear different curse words a being seed ” She’s a witch” some one from the back yells, another one ” She works with all that is evil” and spits on the ground… crowd is being filed up with hate, but still no one trays to stop her, and she observe everything with that smile she always had on her.
Her purple silk cape, slides gently from her solders, reviling women of royal beauty. Rich dark hair, green eyes, lips which you could kiss for hours and so red it seemed unreal. Skin welcomed setting sun, and you can see how smooth and fragile it is. Dress which reviled more that accustom but still not too much, as it tightly draw her figure most men could not take eyes from her breast what to say about her in general, as everyone stares at her with hungry looks and envy smiles shes yells out ” What you will seen now, forever will cure you, and now fear will linger behind you”. So you don’t see  savior of all living every day , and this was one of the best looking ones.  Knight stays back in the crowd and she steps closer to roaring fires, and now everyone breathless, observing what will come next.
She turns graciously and looks deep into the fire, people with they eyes follow her little steps towards it. With out any hesitation or ill though she falls into pulsing fires of festival. For a moment it seemed everything is fine, but then twisted with pain and fear voice spits out from fire ” Why you left me my lord..!” the is no way to describe frustration it her tone, as her long black hair burned first burning her face, her lips crack as her skin was trying to peal of her face, her dress caught on fire easy and burned in blink of an eye reviling her breast for fire to touch and play around them, and when her last breath burned out from her lungs old man yelled out ” Witch burns, and we all will burn with her now”

Inspiration: almost human way.

 Some times you can find inspiration in most bizarre places. Inspiration for putting next step in this sometimes cold and harsh environment.
 Some times we do what we must – with out any consideration, well this is not such a bag thing, and i am most great full for this. For some people it should  be forbidden to make decisions or at least reason the they they reason.
 Some people who are just so narrow and shallow, they probably some times are shocked them self of the thing they fink off or dream off.
 But aren’t we all some times scared off the thing what happen in our heads…
I know most off us do, aren’t you some times sicken by what your head can make up from boredom? While you are in a bus or a train or just laying your head for a rest, your mind when is not challenged by creative or logical thinking goes rogue.
Flying off to your own wounder land, just under or above you reality which you share with other 7 billion people.
7 billion people, god… it is to much to imagine, and 7 billion different realities, 7 billion different ways to understand world, 7 billion different faces and dreams and even more ambition.
 Amazing and frightening world, beautiful for thous who share ideas, and for thous who take them in and make up they own mind. I do not think there is no god, but i choose not to call him like that, i feel it is to cold of name for powers of nature. Still i believe- God has many faces but i can’t understand all this hate and blood spilled over the ages in the name of one true god, human being.
 Yes it sound absurd – humanity is God him self, we created them only for giving reason for our fears, giving some kinda code for man to live by.  This make seance, does it ?  I am truly great full for people in this world who are not yet blinded by religion but still believe in it, believe in what it stands for.
 I will never be one off them, i am different i am spiritual person. I believe in a sun, wind and earth, in emotion and how it moves us to do some time foolish, some times dangerous things,  but it is part off our nature – and Gaia  heals me, karma sets my foot on the ground, Ra shines above and washes my soul from impurities, Thor strikes in furry when i feel like i am going nuts… and it is all just my imagination.

Inspiration comes from weird  places i am telling you ;]] 
P.S. My first weak in Uk runs off in wild bust of laughter, and still new view though the window amazes me the most.
Stay happy ;]

Memory ink.

Best way to preserv a memory, is not to overuse it.
Otherwise memory ink dries out, picture cracks and crumbles, and memory just fades away….

How to not look lonely. ^^!

2013.07,,,,,

Soul, blade and fire. Part 3

Time – twists and curves, spins in eternal loop, repeats it self, and people are looking for places where they can alter past – or future. Tormented by they foolish actions or mistakes, longing for something more, making dreams come true or mistakes undone they study time and it curves to seek out paradoxes on which they can put they hands on and alter that, what do not need alteration. Mad men are doing the same with out needed knowledge-  fail – and madness drives then into even deeper despair, where they are met with my nemesis, who gives them what they want and rips apart eternal loop, makes past, present and future unclear, nothing is clear now, random events shakes lands, where for many years there was peace now is war, where life is death. While time is shifting,  my quest is unclear as well but i know one thing for sure i am about to embark on my biggest test to date and i will need help… –  seagull song breaks Vadat concentration.
– Here it is, Red keeps port. Site to be amazed by, every time i see four kings it makes my flesh shiver. -cracking voice of gray old man interrupts, bended by time but still standing says it out laud, for everyone on the deck to hear.
– Stop with your melancholy old man, we are about to port!- captain yells as he passes, and goes on to abuse his crew.

Four kings carved from white as snow stone, standing vigilante for ages as they look into the horizon, all kinds of ships can be seen here, trading goods from all over the world or just stopping by for repairs. Tall stock houses side by side, like twin brothers – you cant even say where one begins and other ends. People selling fish, salt and marble, in constant rush, yelling at each other and making deals. Sometimes you can even see pirates shipping slaves, or royalties bringing they gold for save keeping in Red keeps bank. Ship sails closer and Vadat can see how crowded port is, making him a bit sick, hi isn’t fond of huge crowds, as well as  sailing two months in small wooden cargo ship across ocean, so he eagerly steps out into crowd, and sets his course to Red keeps Tower for sun.

Clear sky and sun shining bright leads Vadat on his short journey, as he makes his way to gate house two guards stop him:
– Hey you, what is your busyness  in Red keep? – younger one shout.
Vadat haven’t expected this, ironical that man who sees all time at the same time could not predict this coming, as few fire priest passes, he with calm voice answers:
– Calm your self guard, i am just a priest, here for ceremony.
– You don’t look  as one of our priest.. – older guards step into conversation. as he looks suspiciously at Vadat. – I have never seen you before and i know everyone here.
– Well i am from Ru’tat desert, our culture is a big different than yours, i spent my days in cell praying and meditating in mountain monastery, no wonder you see me for the first time… it is my first time down here.
– Still you do not look as fire priest, i need to check you up with high priestess…
As guard closes his mouth, Vadat already knows where present will take him in the future, he knows this can be avoided only by magic, so he breaths in deeply, closes his eyes and disappears from guards sight, for them it looked like he vanished into fin air. Younger one panicked and started screaming like child, older one took off his hat and stared at nothing for a while. What happened was  – Vadat stopped time and passed just a meter behind them, that was enough to slip through.
Market center, filled with people dancing and singing for all mighty gods, making sacrifices for fire, and there Hana was: dressed in black cape, easily recognized by her long red hair which u could see falling down on her chest. Vadat takes better position to keep her curious mind on him, marks her with spell rune and binds her to him, so she could not loose her sight off him. When bait was set he only needed to lead her out of the keep.
” Hana descendant from four kings, her father is fifth one in family line, but he had to die few years ago from disease, time have been damaged, and i need to fix it, she must become queen as soon as possible, bard named Lime from Saltyrivers will help her achieve this – time line was altered, as he will die tonight prematurely his time if we wont save him. So for now i will help her and save him, as sun falls down from sky we are all locked in this triangle to keep time in place and save all kingdoms from upcoming disaster, my nemesis for centuries collected dark and twisted creatures to fill his army and i only have brave heroes by my side – Song to keep us true on our course, blade to strike true in our purpose, and fire to burn and never burn out so we will never give up”

Song, blade and fire. Part 2

Part 1 :  [  https://theunknoown.wordpress.com/2013/06/13/song-blade-and-fire/  ]

 Spent my younger nights exploring my fathers castle, peeking through the window as watchers patrol our walls, you cant see human shapes from distance, just torches walking that long path of vigilante watch.  Books are my friends and i sing with my blades, in my family all members are taught how to use two things. Your tongue so we could rule, and blade so we could keep that rule, unfortunately i mastered only steel.  My father is – good man but not a great king,  and even worst father… in his eyes i am just a little girl, and that sickens me. How long do he think he can keep me here locked in this castle. No more can i stand this, i need to get out.

Fife tall towers looking for the limits of so wast sky two for sister stars tallest of them all side by side, one for the moon searching thous mountains for threats, one for the sun shining into the sea so we always knew where our home lies, and one in the middle of the keep for the people so we know “We are save” or that we are all being watched… Walls made from the best stone found in our mountains. Gates forged from iron and blood, this is Red keep – my home. Red stands for soil on which we build our home, so it is said “Soil is bleeding, so we will take care and heal this land”

From time to time when sun is shining bright you can see fire priests praying in the market, feeding sacrifices to the flames. That is where i saw him…
Sneaking out is easy when you know how to do it, and i love to watch bone fire grow, and watch all thous people dance and sing for our gods. This time was special, in the middle of the crowd i saw white caped man, hood covering his face – there was something really odd about him. Does not look as other heroes and have nothing in common with the fire priest, but something in the middle of them both. So as protector of this realm i followed him, sun is falling from the sky as we leave through castle gates.
Slow pace he marches, and as soon as we could see little village in front of Skorg forest he stopped and turned around.
Of course he couldn’t see me covered in the mist of night, and i was so careful not to get noticed still he shouts:
– Well good evening my lady. – man with deep calm voices addresses me.
No other option left for me,  so i step towards him.
– Who are you? And what are you doing here in the middle of the night? – i ask curiously.
– I am Vadat from Ru’tat desert, and i was looking for you my Queen.
He startled me, from where did he know me? And what is he doing here so far away from his home.
He continues:
– My mission led me here, so we both must save a man, he is traveling this way and have no idea that dangerous creatures are tracking him down – he takes his hood off, dark skinned man with strange mark above his left eye, looks concerned – maybe he isn’t lying.
– I am no a Queen yet, and who is that man?
– Yes you are not Queen yet, but you will become one very soon- as he starts walking down the road gesticulating gently to follow him, and as i walked even closer to him i could feel energy flowing down into the earth around him. He is different indeed, but some how i feel trust to this persona, so i follow him.
– You will take cover in the shadows, as you are good at it…
– But how i will recognize him? and furthermore what kinda man travels at  night? – i look at Vadat with strange look on my face like i was not getting where our quest is taking me…
– Well he travels at night, good luck to you my Queen as we must part for now, and take this!
He passes me two blades, that where to light for our steel, and slowly walks away into the forest. As i took my place in the shadows, i could hear father telling his children stories about my grandfather and his quests, he was great man indeed. “Vigilante i stay, so i must save life today” – this is much more exiting that just sitting my ass off in the courtyard.

What every man desire.

   Snowy hills, covered in many footprints… Snow does not look like pure heavens gifts to cover spoiled soil, to let earth take a step back and hide from all mighty sun. Pure heavens you can’t see no more, smoke and ashes terrorize my pure heavens. Lets step forward on that hill, on which tree of many generations stands proud and take a breath. Heavy but still firm steps i make towards my so distant goal. Damaged i am, worst enemy of mine, i can feel heat leaves me, escapes towards my pure heavens. Long journey it was, as once home seemed so distant now holly land look even more. More i wont step there, at least my last steps will be made on my holly land, on my native soil.  

   Proud he stands on hill of his ancestors, damaged but still firm lays hands on tree of many generations. Face his home he lingers, but stile hi does. Only to see his home in ruins, for so many year of travel only one thought kept him on moving on and it is now in ruins. Snow and ashes fall down on his iron shoulders, as hi makes his way into the city. Image of ruined land devastates his mind, mutilating his body as well. 

   Great hall in ruins, house of elders is in ruins. Through deserts, mountains and sea i hallow towards home to see it in ruins. When this happen i don’t know nor i will know, but before i go at least for a moment just for a moment her face i need to see. 

  Knees hit the ground with such force it makes near half burned house to dissolve completely. To hide his face he don’t need no more, so takes off his cape to bare iron bloody skin. Takes last breath towards pure heavens and barley  whispers her name so only he can hear. Mutilated body but still mighty souls, hes ready do depart from this infected world. 

   Pure heavens are kind to thous who is kind to them, showing her face for last time so he can leave in peace and grace… SO every man eventually can get what he desire, pure heavens left his body untouched by time so could he be guide to after life.  What every man desire