A dark wind cometh.

have you heard the darkness sing?
for sing the darkness does.
like a nightingale at twilight 
singing at the moon above.

she whistles on those cloudy nights,
she dances through your drain,

And plays her ghostly tune upon your window in the rain.

~smogford.blogspot.com

‘in a moment of tangible unreality;   born of strange and wondrous aspect’  

Time itself comes to life; 

And ceases to flow. 

and a boy in a room with a piano 

turns to you. 

And speaks in a voice; 

 laced with more than mere words. 

An anomaly that burns into existence in a wave of fire; 

‘a wave of dragons fire that resonates infinitely within your very soul.’ 

“Beware, sweet page-walker. 

for the path that lies ahead 

is not one for the faint of will,  

For it delves into the Far-Beyond, 

past the Ethereal realms, 

And into archaic secret truths of the infinite cosmos.” 

This is; Composed in Fire;    

   

a world adrift in stars;    A dream composed in song.       and a boy with hair that glowed an ethereal white,         

Skilful hands dance a tempo of passion and fire;    a proud and ethereal ballad that ignites the soul.   

   faster the fingers dance;    their conductor lost in the music;   an inferno that grows in the heart as though if he were to keep playing his song would burst into this realm  in an intensity of whispered echoes reverberating through the soul    

             

But in that world...   

   a world where unchained heart took true form    where music was the worldly incarnation of the soul itself.       In that world;    

the music;    

that fiery dance of the aether;    

It came to life.    

Flaring into being in a wave of fire and song    A ballad of wonder composed of dreams    bursting into golden-fire   A fire composed of childhood-stars     those stars of a golden memory we once knew    that infinite wonder at the magic in our world    those warm and homely feelings of safety in a mother's arms    and that pure and golden fire we once knew in young lovers eyes       to not laugh out in whooping, teary cries of overwhelming awe as the sound unlocks these forgotten wonders you never knew you had lost. (For they hide in the roots of memories; at the very depths of our souls) was impossible;       'Did I reach her...'       The boy plays his soul in a wave;    His love composed in light and fire.      'And then she felt it' 

A communication that was somehow more than thought,    

beyond speech,    

beyond music or any other worldly conveyance known to man.    

But what could only be described by way of words alone;    

As a wave of pure, musical radiance;    

an anomaly that materialized within a sensation close to what we'd call love or hope.    

A moment of such raw passion and wonder that to know it was to know music in its pure and singular essence.       And for but a moment,    two souls;  

Worlds apart;  had become one.        

Music of life

 The worlds wonders come to life 

stars fall around you

In the darkness  in the light
Ying and yang are parts of life
In that place of evertime
Inthe words that rhyme
They come to  life across the page
And take us away to beter days

The lonely wanderer hears a whisper

In ponderous thought
He wanders
Listening to the sound that the trees whisper
Of ancient days when they were young
Close your eyes  and hear it too
Listen close and you will see
That man who  walks
That man is me
Inspired by tegan

Powerful

Powerful

Powerfull words

Fill you

An ethereal state of mind 

Beyond any concept of man to comprehend

Suffice to say it is like the stars are singing to you

Or the dark moon is calling you 

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The spirit of the rain

I can see you there 

In the rain

You are that sweet music on my window

That falls from the stars

Sweet healing to my pain

In the dark i see you hiding and wonder why 

Why i love you so much when you sing from the sky 

My shy and lovely maiden 

The spirit of the rain

This is the darkness in my life
All the pain and all the strife
Twixt darkest fangz and shadows
You will see me

I lie there and wander through the night in my head
Black hands of the beast 

• I know you 

Oh darkness
I would  miss you,, oh pain that makes me strong
You are my nightime àddiction
Oh dark one i am a lover to your sadness
A sucker for the madness

Tegan

A beautiful friend who makes me smile

A rose and a magical world i give to her.

Just to have her stay a while

I  love this girl so much even though i am dying

I want her in my life even though I'm crying

Just say the word Tegan, and i will take you away

And in our hearts we will always be glad

Oh spunky friend of mine, I will make your sadness go away.

Dark ones

I always wondered why.

Now I know.

I can see them around me. Demons.

And i know one.

He talks to me every day, i have lived through hell 

But i would maiss him.He makes me strong.

I used to be a dragon.

I could use magic

I could feel the world around me

The astral planes, a long time ago 

we fought.

I lostMe and my Dragons up against him.

Not many survived that war

That  was the last straw for me . 

I lost my power that day

They sealed me away in great golden seals

I used to be able to steal souls

And destroy demons and beings existences  just by thinking it.

I used to be just like everyone else.

God i wish I could go back to the way things were before the fight.

A preview of my new book  about my experiences with voices

Chapter one coming soon 

A silver rose

A sad and haunting magic note
A silver strand of grass remote
A silver rose i give to you
Made of words and magic too  

Roses

Can you hear the magic whispering through the roses
Through the dark it dances in the twilight through the rain
And dances through your heart, healing all your pain

Darkness 

In the dark i see you 

Oh darkest friend of mine

 cannot escape in the labyrinth of my mind; i see you hiding and wonder why 

What are you darkness, that piece of me that hates me so

I can't even talk; i can write a rose with prose

Nightmare incarnate

 

 

I Hear your voice; I know your name

 

Oh darkness who lives in my head

 

I have felt your burning flames and tortures rending my flesh

 

Oh Hell that lives in my head

 

 

and in that pain; and in that suffering

 

Oh dark one who lives in my head

 

I would miss you

A voice like the worldly incarnation of snowfall itself;

  a graceful peal of purest soul you heard with your heart more than your ear.

"Do you understand,

what it truly means...
 To fear?"

The boy looks at her, surprised at the question,

“Doesn’t everyone?”

She shakes her head kindly,

"Fear can mean an infinite number of things to the people of your world David;

But there is one aspect that ties it all together.

It's form in a more tangible sense.

And through that,
its ability to be overcome.

Through the power of one's will and whim.

Hear this David, Child of fire,

how much does a Fear weigh?

The only thing holding it down.

That truly gives it power.
'The illusion of weight'

“Is you.”

 In this life twixt beauty and fire,  Piercing the darkness,
True soils choir;
They sing not in words or material things. 
But in the language of truths that give our souls wings ... 

Listen. ... 

Child of man. 

The quiet it brings...

Can you hear it? 

The strength. 
The will. 
The fire your heart sings?~ 

~my wings~ 

 you are the inferno,  that burns within me.  You are a snowfall of ethereal beauty.  

You are a truth beyond all we could know.  You are my song,  a love song sang slow.  look up at the sky, 

See my wings and you'll know,  The greatest part of all that's is me, Is my Fire. My Snow.  

The night

 

Have you heard the darkness sing?

 For sing the darkness does;

like a Nightingale at twilight singing to the stars above 

Anna

Anna
In the stars I see you; I feel your hand in mine;

in the my dreams I hear your song,

 

calling to me all the time

 

even though it is far to late; even though I'm dying; I just want you in my life

 

I just don't want to say goodbye like this

The heart of a champion

The heart of a champion

Chapter 1

The man I call brother and how suffering made him strong.

a beast of a man who over comes his illness with such strength and willpower it is herculean 

a man with a heart of a champion.

a heart of gold. 

a hero.

coming soon