Our love, deep... Hell and flames, core of one world... Amoret, love and spectral rainbows, sun and light wind, dewy grass, mature girly youth, luxory amidst small field, life awakens at the sunset of the carefee boy, Amorets, love songs, on a simple and cheap white paper, golden words, the most expencive, the most appreciated, I place my heart on rigid leafs, for your soul to take it... Romeos and Julietes, Trojan beauties, they are all poor for our love, all that poor imagination... They are poor, and Shakespeare and Homer, heroes and heroines they are cursed, written and described... None of that makes sense, none of that has importance, here, now, me, you, that's all, FOR ME THE MOST SACRED... Amorets, poets from furious times, they wrote, recited, love, like this, cannot be written, cannot be described, our love LIVES... I know what you keep in the center of your living existance, you know what i bring to you, in the center of my living existance, I am inside you, you are inside me, that is all, for me THE MOST SACRED... Amoret, The heavenly angels, and the hellish demons, they sing for us, one next to each other, like most faithfull friends, to our love, they obey it deep, our love is the will of the world... The cry and the laughter, is just a delusion, if they don't come out of the depth of our one soul... Life is just a deception, empty and meaningless, without you, MY LOVE... Our love, that's all, for me THE MOST SACRED... Amoret, the word has no value, and the value doesn't have the word, love is our shelter... The Amoret of my youth, I leave it to you, times to overcome, eternity to kill... You are the Amoret of my existance, i live for you, inside me, inside you, with you... Amoret, it's a landsacpe, of a hidden essence, my and yours, eternally just yours, MY... LOVE IS...
Hello people...
It's been weeks since I posted here; blame it on RL, mostly. The following poem, as usual, was inspired by my dearest Muse and the feelings of . Your comments are welcomed as always.
Wanting you I miss you, angel of mercy flying above me… Hours pass, falling down like countless grains of sand Inexorably burying my heavy heart ‘Til I feel trapped in a windswept, desert wasteland Named solitude.Spending a single day apart From your tender embrace leaves my soul parched and dry, Like crackled, dried mud under the merciless glare Of the sun. Toiling at my daily chores, I try Vainly to occupy my mind and block despair; I need you, source of solace, goddess so heavenly… Haunted by your smile, beguiled by your sweet laughter, I see you everywhere behind closed eyes, yearning For your presence. Even in my deepest slumber I follow the trail of your dream form, embracing The ghostly echo of your heavenly body, Feeling the phantom caress of your lips on mine, Whose pleasant aftertaste evokes pure ecstasy, Soft promise of blissful pleasure oh so divine; I love you, soulmate of mine, for all eternity.
OK, so this has been an ongoing "problem" for quite some time in my opinion. I've seen many people on many occasions make aggressive poems about other people (not named) in what I can only take as an attempt to make the other person look bad and get people on your side. And yes, you're not calling someone out by name, but they will know who they are, and they will mostly likely not enjoy it. Meanwhile, other people will hear your side of the story of some kind of drama that you felt you had to make public. Have you asked this person if it's ok to write a poem about them in such a way? Were they ok with it? Would you be happy if someone wrote a poem like that about you? Was this so important it had to be made public? If you said no to any of these 4 questions, then no, I don't think it was right to post your poem.
They wronged you? Does that mean you have to pull everyone else in on the drama train? I'm not calling anyone out, and I'm not putting anyone at fault, these are my own opinons on the matter, and I just don't like these kinds of poems. They are hateful and mean, and even if I haven't had the displeasure of having one directed at me yet, I still feel affected every time I read one, and every time I see people encouraging it. There are moderators on this forum, me included. And in-game, me not included. If you have a problem with someone and legit think they've taken it too far, take it up with the moderators. And if it's something minor, take it up with the person in question. And if you feel the need to write a poem about it, do it for yourself. Don't make yourself feel better at the cost of another persons feelings.
Just cause you and someone else don't see eye to eye, doesn't mean you should do your best to hurt that persons feelings. Now, I know this might seem corny, but it hasn't always been like this. When I first started out, and for quite a while after, we never really saw things like this. I'm sure people argued, and I'm sure there was drama. But people didn't try to publically shame others. Now, I am going to talk with my fellow moderators about this. But I sincerely ask people to stop posting these poems, wether or not it's allowed shouldn't matter.
I would like to announce a New Moderator ..Their name is "Moderator" So if you have any question for him or me just message me here or ingame or him ingame You can probably find one of us online...maybe
The last moderator Sharp resigned from ingame moderator because along with being a forum Moderator he felt like he had too much to deal with so..He will still be a forum Moderator(and a great one at that)
Because I don't have many people in real life to discuss gaming with, let's start a discussion here!
I play games on my PC. I never had a console to play on and now I'm basically useless with controllers eexcept for fighting games, racing and walking sims which I have an Xbox 360 controller for. I'm not a massive tech wizard. I don't look at my laptop and think it has a XK-564 processor or a Zip Zop core or an Optimus Prime graphics card. I usually just look at it and think it's red and black and has a sticker on the back. Sorry.
But here's my favourite games, in no order. (probably not a complete list, I'll forget something)
-Runescape. Played on and off since 2006 or so. I'm still terrible at it. I'm playing right now while I write this.
-Age of Empires. Game of my childhood.
-Sims 1 and 2. The other game of my childhood. I have 10gb of mods and downloads for Sims 2 which I don't want to lose, which is why I don't play 3 or 4.
-BlazBlue. The only fighting game I'm into.
-Killing Floor 1 and 2. There's something very therapeutic about fighting a horde of monsters to heavy metal music.
-FarCry 3. I keep replaying the story. The mission where you destroy Vaas's crop of weed with a flame thrower to reggae/dubstep is still amazing fun.
-Everlasting Summer. Not really a game but oh my god the story...
-Telltales The Walking Dead. I'm not a fan of the show or comic books but I love the games so much (even thou they make me feel like a terrible person).
-D4. You either love it or hate it.
-Medieval Total War. Big armies are fun.
-FTL: Faster Than Light. Over 130 hours and I can still only play on easy.
-Impossible Creatures. Sperm Whale plus Tiger equals massive tank.
-The Long Dark. Canada simulator 2016
-Melody's Escape. A fun little beat game that I play too much.
-Metro 2033. My brother bought me the book that I'm currently reading but I'm such a slow reader.
-Payday the Heist. I haven't gotten into Payday 2 yet.
-Sonic the Hedgehog 2. I found a port on Steam after so long....
-Tony Hawk Series. My highlight was Tony Hawk Underground 2.
-Urban Assault. A game from 1996 that nobody ever played.
Believe it or not I actually cut down this list but these are most of my favourites, but I could go forever listing games and telling you why they're good. But tell me yours before I get carried away...
Update. I died in Runescape because I was focused on writing this...
The company I recently started working for is still looking for young people that can speak Korean, German, Nordic languages, preferably native speakers.
The environment is great and the pay is good, if you are looking to travel the world and come to the center of Europe, have some Czech beer and join the multilingual team from Kiwi.com, post a comment or leave me a message.
(Reid Bailley wakes up from a dream about his favorite book "The Cave of Time by Edward Packard" ((Choose Your Own Adventure franchise)))
Reid: Whoa? Where Am I?
Yogg Saron: (in a deep voice) HELLO.
Reid? Wait, wait, is that, Yogg Saron, come to life, from Hearthstone?
YS: Indeed it is. I see you have played the game more hours than you have done with your homework, yet again. I am very pleased
Reid: Mr. Saron i have many ques....
YS: Spare me the trivialities of your human speech. I have come to let you know, you have been a wonderful private eye. I and my tentacled friends wish to grant you with a fork in the road.
Reid: Well, as Yogi Berra once said, if there's a fork in the road, take it.
YS: Again with your human dialect. How disconcerting. Maybe I should go...
Reid: WAIT WAIT, Mr. Saron, at least tell me what the two options are!
YS: Well well, you are not as stupid as I once thought. Now, onto it! For the rest of your days, you will spend them in ultimate pleasure. As I have observed humans there are two pleasures to speak of. Sleeping, and fapping. Yet I unfortunately am not as powerful as N'Zoth the Corruptor, and therefore may only grant you one wish.
Mr. Bailley, your path of pleasure is this: Either 1) You have no refraction period. You can fap as many times as you like. ALL DAY even! but at a cost, you can never sleep, again. Your energy will only come from the dopamine released from fapping. 2) Eternal sleep, wondering about the mysteries of the universe, and dreaming about your favorite book, The Cave of Time by Edward Packard.
Mr. Bailley: Well for some help, Mr. Saron, I must quote Shakespeare in Hamlet Act 4 scene 3, when he says, "to sleep, perchance to drea..."
YS: Pitiful Human, you have tested my patience. Which is it????
Mr. Bailley: WELL I UH< erm, fapping is pleasant, but then again so is sleep........
(Reid Bailley wakes up from a daydream)
WHOA WHERE AM I?
Client : So she says that I fap too much and never take the time for her, but when i get kinky (yadda yadda yadda)
(Reid Bailley's narcolepsy kicks in again, and he dreams about being able to fap continuously and also sleep with wonderful dreams, at the same time)))
A WHOLE NEW WORLLLLDDDD
Hello Everyone Moderator Brandon1op here with another fantastic update straight from the Devs at MnF club
This new update is the Oasis the magical land West of the City that reminds us all of Alladin
At the moment it is empty and more of a Rp zone for some people but like how the Red Heat was when it first opened when the Casino in the Oasis is released it will be a hot spot for players like how the Bar is so..give it time and a chance and realize the potential this new zone has before thinking "Oh..its an empty zone"
I think we all had this moments, the moment you listen to a song and think "what a hell? this guy composed this for me?", well, last night I had one of this moments, I was listening some songs from one of my favourite Portuguese 'song writers' Pedro Abrunhosa, when this song 'hits me' so bad, I felt so melancholic after that I had to shut down and went to bed, that bad...
I know, it's just a predisposition, I know that, today I listened again and it wasn't nothing like that, thank the Lord..., anyway it is an amazing lyric and so being, I decided to translated and share with you, hope you like it.
Ah! there are rhymes in the original lyric, in Portuguese, but I decided leave it that way instead of changing some words for others, I didn't want to 'violate' the message putting words of my own.
I post the link here in case someone want to hear it as well.
That was the time when the hands closed
And in the bright nights the words flew
And I saw that the sky was born of my fingers
And the Big Dipper were alight irons
Lost sailors in distant ports
In hidden bars, in giant dreams
And the empty city from the asphalt colour
And someone asked me to sing it louder
Who leads me my ghosts
Who saves me from this sword
Who tells me where is the road
Who leads me my ghosts
Who leads me my ghosts
Who saves me from this sword
And tell me where is… the road!
That was the time when the shadows opened
When men denied what others raised
I drank from life in small sips
Stumbled in laughter, embraced poisons
From backs turned we can’t see the future
Nor the course of the bullet, nor the fault in the wall
And someone shouted with a prophet voice
That the path is made between the target and the arrow
Who leads me my ghosts
Who saves me from this sword
Who tells me where is the road
Who leads me my ghosts
Who leads me my ghosts
Who saves me from this sword
And tell me where is… the road!
What good have the map if the end is traced
What good the land in sight if the boat is stopped
What good have the key if the door is opened
What good are the words if the house is deserted
Who leads me my ghosts
Who saves me from this sword
Who tells me where is the road
Who leads me my ghosts
Who leads me my ghosts
Who saves me from this sword
And tell me where is… the road!
Original song by Pedro Abrunhosa called 'Quem me leva os meus fantasmas'
