#meso's musings

[saucy-mesothelioma]

A very Happy Drift King Day to all of those who celebrate!!!!

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Hey HBO what the FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING.

Sesame Street has been educating children for literal fucking DECADES, and I know for a fact that it's still beloved by children today. So just what in the hell do y'all get from cancelling such a beloved show.

babe. I know we’re all going thru a lot rn but I just wanna give u the heads up that sesame streets future is in jeopardy. hbo has chosen not to renew it for new episodes (a series that has been going since 1969) and the residents of 123 Sesame Street no longer have a home :(

[jiabeewrites]

The Devil Doesn't Bargain

Pairing: Namor x OC

TW: ummmmm dc x marvel, she/her pronouns, slight violence(?), threats being made, possible sexual innuendos, loss of marvel universe... swearing? IF THERE'S MORE TELL MEEEE

A/N: ok look. i had too. SO HERE YA GO, fellow namor simps! (yes he's my new hyperfixation no i dont care go away) Also the rest of the MCU doesn't exist...just wakanda and that's about it.

MASTERLIST

Italics are Yucatec Mayan

Bold is Mando'a (translations at the bottom)

Blue is Atlantean

Normal is English

Italics and Bold is for emphasis

(I'm sorry if anything is incorrect! also dividers are made by the lovely @firefly-graphics)

A light was shining in his face.

He could feel it.

As he regained his senses, he realized that he was tied to a chair. In a room.

He rolled his eyes. Who did his captors think they were?

That train of thought immediately veered off course when he realized that maybe, this was one that he couldn't break out of.

"Tu'ux yanen?" He muttered to himself.

Where am I?

"Bejla'e', wáaj Ba'axten a diría le je'elo'?" An unknown voice pierced through the silence, almost jeering.

Now, why would I tell you that?

"You speak my language?" He asked.

"Of course I do."

"Who are you? Where am I?" He asked.

She merely laughed.

"Kaysh mirsh solus," she said, rolling her eyes and grinning.

He's an idiot.

"What does that mean?" He demanded.

All of a sudden her teasing demeanor turned to one of threat.

"Have care of how you speak," she hissed, eyes turning to orbs of fire.

Once the flames died down, she began to pace in front of him. She turned, and looked at him with a piercing gaze.

"Who are you?"

"My people call me K'uk'ulkan."

"The Feathered Serpent," She mused. "And your enemies?"

"Namor."

"Namor," she said, playing with the word on her tongue.

"I have told you who I am. I would like to know who you are," Namor said.

She turned to look at him, and for a moment, he had the impression that she was about to incinerate him.

"I have gone by many names," she said after a while. "I have been called Anqa, Firebird, Fenghuang, the names have...changed throughout history.

"But my people call me Eternity. It is what Creation decided to call me, and I have kept it throughout my existence."

"Eternity."

She smirked.

"Yes, Eternity, no matter how...what do the teenagers say these days...cringy? Yes, no matter how cringy it may sound, that is what my mother called me."

"What do your enemies call you?" Namor asked.

"They call me the Phoenix."

"So what are you going to do with me?" The Meso-american asked finally.

Eternity grinned.

"I'm going to make a deal with you."

"What is this deal?" Namor asked.

"Before I tell you, I need your word that you will not attempt to hurt or destroy me, my people, or the matters of the trade."

He let out a bark of laughter.

"You kidnap me and tie me up, which I will tell you, is not an easy feat, and expect me to not retaliate?" Namor asked incredulously.

"Yes," she said, "Or do you forget what I can do?"

Brushstrokes of red, yellow, and orange started to appear and dance across her fingertips, and slowly making their way across her hand.

He glared at her, then huffed in defeat.

"Fine."

She grinned, and unlocked the chains that bound him.

"Now, let's discuss matters, shall we? And please don't hurt my people. They are much more fragile than you or I."

"So he is the one who took the children," A man with blond hair boomed as the two deities walked into the room.

Eternity sighed.

"Orin, I'd prefer if you didn't attempt to intimidate our guest," she said.

The man shot her an annoyed look, then turned to glare at Namor.

"What is his name?" A man in all black asked.

"My enemies call me Namor."

"This is Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Green Arrow, and the Flash. There are more, but they are occupied at the moment," Eternity said, introducing them.

"Ba'ax tuláakal a máak yaan u k'aaba'ob uts extravagantes?" Namor asked.

Do all your people have such extravagant names?

"Desafortunadamente, je'el. Ba'ale' chuunil laat'a'an utia'al u protección. Wa u yaalab le yóok'ol kaaba' supiera le jach, estarían ti' talamilo'ob."

Unfortunately, yes. But it's mostly for their protection. If the rest of the world knew who they truly were, they'd be in danger.

"What is he saying?" Wonder Woman asked.

"It is none of your concern," Eternity said, with a tad of guilt in her voice. "But onto the matters of the trade. You have someone I want. Actually, it's someones."

Namor looked as if he was deep in thought for a moment, and then realization crawled across his face.

"You mean the children who trespassed into my realm" He said, almost glaring at her.

"They were looking for their comrade. He is know as Aqualad," She said, and pulled up an image of him.

"I have not seen him," Namor said. "Just a group of six children."

"These children?" Batman asked, pulling up an image of Robin, Kid Flash, Artemis, Zatanna, Superboy, and Miss Martain.

"Yes," Namor said, frowning. He then turned to Eternity. "Olak invadieron in reino. Ma' je'el in ye'esik u in wíiniko'obo', k'a'abet a entender le je'elo'."

They nearly tresspassed into my kingdom. I cannot my people exposed, you must understand that.

She nodded.

"I understand, Namor, but we must get these children to safety-"

"If I hand those children over, where is the guarantee that they will not expose them?" He demanded. "And if A wíiniko'obo' decide they want to come along, what is the guarantee that they will not attack in wíiniko'obo'? I have a duty to protect them-"

(Your people/my people)

"And I have a duty to protect mine."

The two deities seemed to be locked into a staring contest.

"Haar'chak," she swore under her breath.

Damn it.

"Fine. Let me speak with the children. Wa ts'aik teech u t'aan u ma' expondrán u a wíiniko'obo', you let them go. If they don't, you are free to keep them under the surface for as long as you see fit."

(If they give you their word that they will not expose your people)

"You can't do that!" Green Arrow yelled.

"Those are our children!" The Flash yelled.

"Your children have trespassed upon my land. That does not go without consequence," Namor said threateningly.

"Our children didn't know of your laws. They can't be blamed," Batman said angrily.

"Just let me speak with them," Eternity said firmly.

"Fine," Namor said. "Ba'ale' ma' dañarás in kaajal. Ka wojeltik u je'el bix u loob wa violencia xu'ullsa'al leti'ob will mean war."

(But you will not harm my people. And know that any form of harm or violence against them)

She shook her head.

"I wish to avoid bloodshed."

"We shall see about that."

A/N:

LMAOOO YALL THOUGHT THAT THE DEVIL WAS NAMOR DIDNT YOU

NOPE NOPE ITS ETERNITY

(pt. 2 is here)

[saucy-mesothelioma]

What.

There's a fucking BEAR?!??! HOLD ON-

HOLY SHIT

[sylvctica]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details. (Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link.) credit + blank meme.

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary.  Notes: though presenting as masc, Sylvie doesn’t have a true sex to them nor do they identify as any gender, they are an elemental creature and can easily shape-shift their body into anything they desire.

Race: elemental creature.

Complexion: by default in their preferred ‘true’ form: bronze-toned, PANTONE 722 U, clear and soft to the touch. on their back, they do have quite a number of birthmarks.

Height: 6′3″ / 192cm ( humanoid ) ; 9′6″ / 2.9m ( half-feral ) ; 14″ / 4.3m ( feral )

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details: Sylvie very much teeters between endo and meso, being quite built and leans more towards having a boxy torso.

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed.   Color: matching to their form. Notes: they can easily control the presence of body hair on their forms without needing to trim or groom. they do have body hair in their humanoid forms, mostly in a happy trail and some underarm hair, but keep it relatively neat. in their half-feral form, it matches more the colour of their deer form ( dark fur gradiented to green ) with patches of skin-coloured fur.

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: dark green hair, which gradients to light green. Details: regardless of the form they take and regardless of hair colour, usage of their powers will always result in a light green glow at the end of the tips.

Eye Color: dark green with two light green rings around it.

Scars: they only have a scar around their torso which sometimes peeks out from their shirt opening and is present regardless of what form they take; this is a permanent wound on their form and cannot be hidden away.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other: anything that has their boobs out, really. they enjoy more provocative outfits in general and not for the purpose of garnering eyes on them, they just enjoy feeling sexy!!!

Color Palette: all shades of green, varying browns, neutral whites/blacks, sometimes warm colours including oranges and reds.

Typical Clothing: more adventuring outfits that are comfortable and easy to move around in; they’re often out more than in, so they try to keep their clothes pretty loose and comfy. travelling boots, comfortable shirts and snug pants.

Piercings: none, but sometimes they do wear earrings and piercings on their body, though more often in private for the latter; any holes in their skin patch up very quickly so they can do it whenever they’d like.

Tattoos: none.

Other Information: boobie out. on a more serious note they usually make all of their clothes, as a god who can control flora it makes it much easier to make clothes out of processed plant material.

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: cheery, confident, relaxed, it’s hard to not find them with a smile upon their face or holding some kind of curiosity behind their look; more often than not, they’re in a pretty good mood.

Default Body Language: relaxed and loose, open and not closed off, also confident.

General Movements: hand gestures, fiddling with their hair or clothes, they’re usually very alive in their movements and often in motion in some way or another.

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: bright, cheery, exuding energy, extroverted, quite warm and inviting; Sylvie is just genuinely themselves most of the time which is just a loud and cheerful person. clearly non-human and they don’t try to hide it nor deny it if asked, but they will skirt around exact details. their height may put off people since they tower at 6′3″.

Appearance: clean, neat, often does not show up covered in dust and dirt despite being an adventurer unless they’ve genuinely had no time to clean up. pretty well-kept with their appearance, and they try not to let anything be out of place on them.

Scent: they don’t have a distinct smell on their own unless they are bleeding, where-in they will smell of plant, bitter and strong to the nose and quite assaulting to the senses if you aren’t ready. more often than not, they’ll smell due to external sources like being around other people who have stronger scents, working in the garden and with perfumed plants and flowers, coming back from an adventure and stinking of things like fire smoke, blood, or other things, or just smelling of flowers due to most of their hygiene products being made of natural materials. to a super keen nose, they may generally smell of plant due to being a Dendro being ( and mildly of Geo ).

Voice Description: quite varied in tone and emotion in it, pretty cheerful and light, but clearly masc. it isn’t very deep, lingering more near a middle tone, but they can easily shift to a higher and lower pitch. the easiest way is just to point towards their VAs i’ve chosen: arin hanson for eng, junichi suwabe for jp ( specifically as viktor ), and xiao zhan for cn. as a note, Sylvie can do vocal mimicry perfectly, so their voice is definitely not set in stone, but this is just what they default to.

Accent: yes / no   More Information: due to being a polyglot and knowing most of the Teyvat languages, as well as actively travelling for thousands of years, Sylvie doesn’t have a prominent accent anymore as their usage of their native tongue ( the old language of past Sumeru ) has lessened due to a lack of people using it. when talking in different languages, it does come through that they are used to primarily using Common now, but they speak extremely fluently.

Speech Mannerisms: casual and informal with no qualms about swearing, Sylvie talks to everyone the same, your status and such makes no difference in how they will talk to you. they do integrate slang and current trends in words in their speech as they tend to sponge themselves into ongoing human trends to fit in. although they are informal, that does not mean they cannot hold articulated conversations that can run quite in-depth, causing a bit of a tonal difference from how they usually talk.

[sigynthevictorious]

Sigyn

This is likely to updated regularly

Overview:

Name: Sigyn Vanadottir

Nicknames: Sig, Siggy

Titles (verse dependant): Goddess of Fidelity, Goddess of Victory, Princess of Asgard, Queen of Asgard and Jotunheim, (other kennings)

DOB: September 13th

Age: 1800+ but general appearance early thirties 

Place of Birth: Vanaheim

Sex: Female

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual & a switch

Pronouns: She/Her

Alignment: Neutral Good

Physical:

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Golden blonde, curly

Skin: White, heavily freckled (post-Ragnarok Sigyn has burns/scars covering her hands from the venom) 

Build: Toned figure, well-built, strong arms. Meso-ectomorph

Height: 5’9”

Misc. information:

Sigyn was born on Vanaheim into a humble family. Her mother served as Valkyrie to Freyja and her father was a blacksmith turned homemaker. For more information see this post and this one.

During the Æsir-Vanir war, Sigyn’s father and mother were killed leaving her orphaned. With no remaining family she was sent to Asgard as a child refugee.

Sigyn is gifted with prophecy like many Vanir, but hers come in the forms of dreams/nightmares which are often forgotten soon after she awakens

She is talented with magic/seiðr and is competent enough to fight with it as well as use it for various tasks/tricks

When it comes to fighting her preferred weapon is an sword and shield but is still able to fight fiercely with a axe and daggers

Her preferred clothing colours are blue and gold, though she never wears black in any way unless she is in mourning 

Neither of Sigyn’s pregnancies were easy. Narfi was a very large baby whilst Vali was born prematurely. During Vali’s delivery Sigyn lost a significant amount of blood and almost lost her life. 

When she speaks she had a distinct accent to the rest of the Aesir due to her being raised on Vanaheim

Verses

Every verse is AU unless discussed beforehand. I primarily write a mixture of MCU and Myth as default but am more than happy to explore others

If you are an OC with a relation to my muse please check with me first before interacting

Headcanons

Aesthetics

FC- Rebecca Ferguson

Teen Sigyn FC - Freya Mavor

Male!Sig FC - David Schütter

[tipsycad147]

EVOKING THE GODDESS

By  Karen Charboneau-Harrison,

When working with Goddess energy, it is always a good idea to consult various sources to determine which Goddess is ‘in charge’ of the energies of the ritual which you are planning to pursue. While the Goddess is quite rightly known as ‘The Goddess of One Thousand Names’, you will find that some specific aspects of a particular Goddess energy will be more aligned with the type of working you are planning. Your ritual will work more quickly and efficiently if you directly align your energies and that of your ritual with the aspect which works specifically with the goals of your ceremony. Just as you are known by many monikers - Ms. Smith at work, Mom at home, Sweetheart to your life partner - aspects of the Goddess are also addressed by different names according to the way that the Goddess energy most easily manifests itself within each setting. Below you will find a listing of various ‘flavors’ of energy and the Goddesses best addressed for that specific type of energy. Here is a key to the abbreviations for the cultures which originally used the various names:

Key: Am(Native America) Af(rica), Aus(stralia), Cel(tic), Ch(ina), E(gypt), Es(kimo), Gno(stic), Gr(eek), Ha(iwaii) I(ndia), J(apan), Mes(opotamia), Mex(ico), N(orse), Pho(enicia), Pol(ynesia), R(ome), Sum(eria), V(oudoun), X(Christian)

CREATION - Goddesses evoked to aid in the creation of new projects and goals: Gaia (Gr) Nzambi (J) Coatlicue (Mex) Ayida Wedo (V) Inari (J) Rhea (Gr) Fjorgynn (N) Nerthus (N) Heket (E) Nut (E) Aruru (Sum) Asherat (Ph) Nitya, Maha Kali (I) Izanami (J) Sussitanaho (Am) Huruing Wuhti (Am) Imberombera (Aus) Ninkhursag (Sum) Tiamat(Sum) Fakahotou(Pol) Haumea(Ha)

BIRTH - Goddesses evoked to aid in the manifestation of ideas, goals, protection of children and fertility: Isis (E) Demeter (Gr) Mary (X) Ala (Af) Mawu (Af) Putaunegak (Es) Kwan Yin (Ch) PiHsiaYuanChun (Ch) Puchan (I) Sati (I) Ganga (I) Mammitu (Mes) Danu (Cel) Brigit (Cel) Maia (R) Meskhint (E)

HEALTH - Goddesses evoked for healing, vitality and physical energy: Aetna (R) Angitia (Ital) Argante (C) Bast(E) Changing Woman (NA) Sulis (R) Coventina (C) Brigid (C) Neith (E) Eir (N) Kami Musumi (J) SungTzeNiang (Ch)

INSPIRATION - Goddesses evoked for artistic expression inspiration: Ixzaluoh(Mex) Cerridwen (Cel) Neith(E) Seshat(E) Athena(Gr) Shekinah(Heb) Sophia(Gno) Pasowee(Am) KwanYin(Ch) Ixchel (Mex) The Muses (Gr)

LOVE/SEX - Goddesses evoked to aid in relationships, marriage and romance: Pele(Ha) Sheila na Gig (Cel) Huitaca(Col) Erzuli Freda(V) Bast (E) Aphrodite(Gr) Inanna(Mes) Ishtar(Sum) Shakti (I) Chalchihuitlicue (Mex) Lakshmi (I) Freya (N) MahuiIke (Pol)

PROSPERITY - Goddesses evoked to aid in prosperity, abundance and luck: AccaLarentia (R) Habondia (R) Anapurna (I) Anu (Cel) Athana Lindia (Meso) Ceres(R) Copia (R) Bahu(I) Nortia(R) Lakshmi (I)

PROTECTION - Goddesses evoked to protect and bring justice: Agasaya (Meso) Sekhmet (E) Aife (Cel) Anahita (Gr) Badb(Cel) Maat(E) Athena (Gr) Belit-Seri(Meso) Astrea (Gr) Carmenta (R) Egeria (R) Nanshe(Meso) Themis (Gr) Caksusi (I) Kike(Gr) Nemisis (Gr) Nahmauit (E)

PSYCHIC ABILITY - Goddesses evoked to aid in development of intuition, dreamwork and the use of psychic tools: Airmed (Cel) Angerboda (N) Nephthys (E) Cerridwen (Cel) Aricia (R) Ban Noaomha (Cel) Buan(Cel) AnnaPerrena (R) Nina(Meso) Pythia (Gr) Shaushka(Meso) Tlazolteotl(Mex)

DEATH - Goddesses evoked to aid in death, loss and transitions: Kali Uma (I) Erishkigal (Sum) Hecate (Gr) Morrigan (Cel) Tara(I) Ala(Af) Mawu (Af) Maman Brigitte(V) Libitina (R) Medb(Cel) Hel(N) Amenti (E) Hina (Pol) Hikuleo (Ha) Nepthys (E) Belit Sheri (Mes) Izanami (J)

This is not intended to be a definitive guide to Goddess names and energies (there are just too many of them!). This guide is intended to get you started on your discovery of Goddess energy.

http://www.isisbooks.com/Evoking-the-Goddess-s/458.htm

[saucy-mesothelioma]

As a Southerner this is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. Tornado season is a real thing, and I've seen so many times firsthand how damaging it can be. People down here are very much used to it and we might act like it's an inconvenience, but a lot of us take it very seriously if we know it's gonna be bad. Rural areas take up 95% of my state, and up to 43% of people live in those areas. Their homes are usually 30-40 minutes from the nearest hospital, are located in prime areas for tornadoes to form, and live in either mobile homes or incredibly old houses. We act calm because we're used to it and know the basics of what to expect, but that doesn't mean we don't take it seriously. Even if you don't live in the South like I do or where tornadoes are seen as common, PLEASE learn the differences between a tornado watch and a tornado warning as well as ways to prepare and protect yourself for them. Don't fuck around and find out with this shit.

Without looking it up, when you first hear "Tornado Warning", what does that mean to you?

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Made this image to bully my partner and I wanted to share it with the rest of y'all

[saucy-mesothelioma]

It's her!!!!! It's my favorite girlfailure!!!!!!! She's so Hunt coded I've gotta write propaganda for her.

Secily's the Chief Regulator, which means she's basically like the police chief/head detective. This woman is like painfully dedicated to her job, to the point where it's pretty much her entire life. The plot around Snowbound Blood revolves around finding a person known as "obnoxiousAntidote", who was behind a robbery as well as more nefarious acts. Throughout the game we see Secily's almost obsessive dedication to her job and essentially "the hunt" for her targets, neglecting her loved ones, herself, and even doing some shady and risky things to get things done. She will stop at nothing to apprehend her targets, even at the cost of her life. But I think where her colorings as a possible Hunt avatar come from one specific event: the death of her matesprit (basically her wife) Ahlina.

Ahlina was killed after she was kidnapped by a group of smugglers, an event that affected Secily deeply; she feels a deep sense of regret and guilt for not being able to save Ahlina's life. It's explicitly stated that everything Secily does, whether it be to honor her memory or to avenge her death, is for Ahlina's sake. Every target Secily kills in a duel, she tells them to apologize to Ahlina for her. Her grief for Ahlina in my opinion contributes greatly to what makes Secily the perfect Hunt avatar: she never wants a repeat of what happened to her matesprit, so she will do whatever it takes to bring down her targets. Secily's not just in the endless hunt for what she believes is justice by hunting, apprehending, and killing her targets, but she's also in an endless hunt to, in her eyes, make things right with Ahlina; therefore, she would be a willing avatar of the Hunt.

Would Secily Iopara from Snowbound Blood be an Avatar of the Hunt

[ayearinlanguage]

A Year in Language, Day 328: Musing: What is logical to a human, anyways? A common topic in pop linguistics is the old question of linguistic relativity: does language effect the way we think, and if so, how? More interesting to me personally though, is the reverse: what impact does the human brain have on language? After all, there are systems of communication possible that are complex and comprehensive like human language, but that nevertheless would never occur, or are at least unlikely to, in human languages. Let's consider writing for a moment. The majority of languages today use an alphabetic script. In less compact terms, these languages choose to record their spoken language by means of a system of symbols, with each symbol ostensibly representing one sound of the language, arranged in a linear fashion that lines up with the order that those sounds are produced while speaking. Of course, if you recall my post about English orthography, no alphabet is truly perfect, but the idea is still sound. This seems a pretty great way to do writing. It malleable, allows you to write everything possible with just 20 or so symbols to memorize, is easy to adapt for multiple languages, easy to write and to program, its basically the ideal system. Why then, is it the least common system humans create? It may be a shocker to consider for modern humans, in a world where the Latin, Greek, and Cyrillic alphabets have long dominated much of the world. But consider that all of those scripts are children of just one common ancestor: the Phoenician alphabet. And that wasn't even actually an alphabet, but an Abjad, which lacks written vowels. That was added in by the Greeks and from there spread to Cyrillic and Latin. The most noteworthy alphabet not descended from Phoenician is Korean Hangul, which was not invented until the 15th century. On the note of Korean and Abjads, both of which treat vowels like a different class of letter (Abjads normally omitting them outright) one of, if not the most widespread class of writing system is neither alphabet nor abjad, but the abugida. These systems include vowels, but only as permutations or diacritics on the consonants. All the scripts of the Brahmi family, from India to Maritime Southeast Asia, plus Ethiopian Ge'ez, are Abudigas. Why are vowels so troubling? But this is all still getting ahead of ourselves. All the abjads and abugidas, alphabets and syllabaries, are still just secondary human inventions, most coming from barely a handful of common ancestors. The original scripts, developed in Africa, Mesopotamia, China, South and Meso-America, just to name the ones we know about and have deciphered, are all character scripts, many of which share many similar features. Chinese characters, Cuneiform, Egyptian Hieroglyphics and Mayan script all contain meaningful ideograms that have alternate forms or designation for use as phonetic symbols, often combining to the effect of "means like symbol A but sounds like symbol B". Most of them use a class of determinative, symbols that are not pronounced or reflective of spoken language, but simply add a meaningful class to the word, i.e. "this is a type of profession" or "this is a deity". All of them are, frankly, quite complex, require memorization of hundred or thousands of symbols, and are not easy to adapt for other purposes. Why then did mankind invent these types of writing many times, in completely disparate civilizations, whereas the more "logical" system was invented maybe once or twice and had to be borrowed world over? And, I stress again, why is "write the vowels" so difficult? In this post I've mostly stuck to writing systems, but similar conundrums can be seen at all levels of human language. Past and present tenses are much more common than future ones. Singular and Plural are common while Dual is rare. Why don't more languages contain evidentials (markers for how one knows or how reliable information is)? It is more likely, I think, that universal features of the human brain make their impact on our collective ability to speak than vice versa. That said this kind of data can be difficult to gather, and even more risky to draw conclusions from. Nevertheless I find my mind always drawn to it whenever I notice something, wondering what patterns are coincidence, and which are reflections of some universal human cognition.

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What Music Genres Have Just about Died Out, And When?

Bear in mind the halcyon days when musical genres had distinct lines? This same basic level also suggests that sociologists of culture and scholars in associated fields ought to proceed with warning when making generalizable claims about the ostensible decline or continued significance of style as a boundary making system. Fairly, style boundaries could simultaneously be extremely porous in some complexes and extra impenetrable in others. For single or small N case-studies of musical genres, the properties of style boundaries unearthed might not signal wider developments, but relatively the meso-stage complexes during which the genre or genres underneath question function. Classical music is still one of the most common music genres ever. It is completely totally different than anything and it is more than just beneficial to listen. Just relax in top-of-the-line therapeutic massage chairs , activate the music and relax. Initially, this music is always produced by some of the largest and the very best musicians ever recognized. Mozart, Beethoven, and literally many others have formed the classical music in accordance with their beliefs. Now, we will merely take pleasure in that literally perpetually. And yes, this music can be known for vanita0928219164.wikidot.com increasing the IQ. Rap music is widely recognized for www.audio-transcoder.com its emphasis on lyrical expression and rhymes with using synthesized sounds and bass. When coupled with the lifetime of a Christian spreading the gospel, it is a wonderful genre of music. An artist that's price taking a look at is Lecrae. His song Don't Waste Your Life" is an trustworthy one about residing a genuine Christian life and never losing the time we've got here on meaningless stuff. Whenever you watch the video for this track (In The Higher Right Corner of this page), you can see how genuine for Christ he's and how proficient he is too. That is why I've chosen this lyric video on this text. It additionally features UK's Dwayne Tryumf in the song. Entice music fist emerged coming primarily from the south, a genre crammed with a tough angle that you can really feel in the sound of the brass, triangle, triplet hello hats, loud kicks, snappy snares and low end 808 bass samples which can be used when composing tracks. The percussion samples of selection when making trap music are usually originate from the Roland TR-808 Drum Machine. When talking of the originators" in the trap music game, southern rappers like Waka Flocka Flame, Gucci Mane, Young Jeezy, Three 6 Mafia, and Manny Fresh come to thoughts. In addition to some of the iconic trap music producers like Lex Luger, Zaytoven, and up and comer Younger Chop. Professor Scott Harrison is Director of Queensland Conservatorium Griffith College Scott has experience in educating singing and music in primary, secondary and tertiary environments, and in efficiency, opera and music theatre as both singer and musical director. He's a recognised leader within the analysis on masculinities and music with publications together with Masculinities and Music (2008), Male Voices: Stories of Boys Studying by means of Making Music (2009) and Worldwide Views on Males and Singing (2012). Scott served as President of the Australian National Associate of Academics of Singing , and revealed books embody Perspectives on Instructing Singing (2010) and Instructing Singing in the 21st Century (2014). Scott is co-editor of the International Journal of Music Training, recipient of an Australian Award for University Teaching and a Fellow of the Australian Authorities's Workplace for Learning and Instructing. Throughout this time, Trinidadian calypso was the Caribbean's top musical export, and the time period "Calypso" was used generically utilized to Jamaican mento as effectively. Way more usually than it was referred to as by its correct identify, mento was called "calypso", "kalypso" or "mento calypso". Including to the confusion, Jamaica had its personal calypso singers that didn't document mento, such as Lord Creator. (The Trinidad-born Creator later became a ska singer for Studio 1.) And mento artists would often perform calypso songs in the mento style, or report a mento tune with calypso affect. Some mento artists followed the calypsonian apply of adding a title resembling "Rely" or "Lord" to their title. But make no mistake, mento is a distinctly totally different sound from calypso, with its own instrumentation, rhythms, pacing, vocal styles, harmonies, and lyrical considerations. What's jazz to you? Is it the slightly irregular rhythms? The acquainted sound of an upright bass? Or is it the freedom to interpret and improvise? Naturally, there isn't a single answer to this question. By its nature, jazz evades strict definition — especially when its affect is so enormous, and what jazz was" has since remodeled into a whole bunch of different types and genres. Persevering with on our recent exploration of the ways jazz has influenced rock, pop, and hip-hop , I wished to look into how digital artists are infusing jazz into their work.

Canada has an extended tradition of singer-songwriters and that's partly in due to its personal folksong laureate", Gordon Lightfoot. Coming out of the Toronto 60s folk music scene, Lightfoot's native nation would grow to be his lifelong muse, penning such classics as ‘Canadian Railroad Trilogy' and ‘Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald' and yet universal enough to appeal worldwide, turning him into Canada's most successful contemporary folks artist. A beloved cultural icon, he is been the beneficiary of countless awards and honours including the Companion of the Order of Canada - Canada's highest civilian honour. We have all been there. It is Friday evening and you're alone. That asshole you've gotten a crush on isn't texting you back. But this does not need to be a bummer of an evening. In line with Carly Rae Jepsen's video for Celebration For One," you'll be able to dance round in your Calvin Klein underwear and order Postmates. (Doesn't sound like a nasty night tbh.) That is largely due to Jepsen's uncanny capacity to show any shitty state of affairs into an absolute delight. If we're talking about pop music—specifically pop music that can assist us escape the looming hell that's our real world—then any CRJ is the perfect antidote of the instances. It's a sound that can treatment a lonely evening. It could actually heal a damaged heart. It will possibly allow you to forget no matter fresh hell Donald Trump has delivered to us at the moment. CRJ is all we'd like.By mainstream" I'm assuming you imply why isn't Rock more distinguished on the Billboard chart?" Properly, if Hollywood motion pictures or Country music is any indication, it may't be the race or gender of the performers. Nation music stations have achieved properly to incorporate new artists into their programming. Hollywood still basically worships euro centricity because the gold commonplace in it is products. There is no such thing as a shortage of whiteness or maleness in either of those. Changing demographics hasn't stood in the way in which of the most recent Avengers or Deadpool film. I would contend that with Rock music the issue is twofold: Publicity and fashionability.

[yahoodevelopers]

Musings from our CI/CD Meetup: Using Screwdriver, Achieving a Serverless Experience While Scaling with Kubernetes or Amazon ECS, and Data Agility for Stateful Workloads in Kubernetes

By Jithin Emmanuel, Sr. Software Dev Manager, Verizon Media

On Tuesday, December 4th, I joined speakers from Spotinst, Nirmata, CloudYuga, and MayaData, at the Microservices and Cloud Native Apps Meetup in Sunnyvale.

We shared how Screwdriver is used for CI/CD at Verizon Media. Created by Yahoo and open-sourced in 2016, Screwdriver is a build platform designed for continuous delivery at scale.

Screwdriver supports an expanding list of source code services, execution engines, and databases since it is not tied to any specific compute platform. Moreover, it has a fully documented API and growing open source community base.

The meetup also featured very interesting CI/CD presentations including these:

A Quick Overview of Intro to Kubernetes Course, by Neependra Khare, Founder, CloudYuga

Neependra discussed his online course which includes some of Kubernetes' basic concepts, architecture, the problems it solves, and the model that it uses to handle containerized deployments and scaling. Additionally, CloudYuga provides training in Docker, Kubernetes, Mesos Marathon, Container Security, GO Language, Advanced Linux Administration, and more.

Achieving a Serverless Experience While Scaling with Kubernetes or Amazon ECS, by Amiram Shachar, CEO & Founder, Spotinst

Amiram discussed two important concepts of Kubernetes: Headroom and 2 Levels Scaling. Amiram also reviewed the different Kubernetes deployment tools, including Kubernetes Operations (Kops). Ritesh Patel, Founder and VP Products at Nirmata, demoed Spotinst and Nirmata. Nirmata provides a complete solution for Kubernetes deployment and management for cloud-based app containerization. Spotinst is workload automation software that’s focused on helping enterprises save time and costs on their cloud compute infrastructure. 

Data Agility for Stateful Workloads in Kubernetes, by Murat Karslioglu, VP Products, MayaData

MayaData is focused on freeing DevOps and Kubernetes from storage constraints with OpenEBS. Murat discussed accelerating CI/CD Pipelines and DevOps, using chaos engineering and containerized storage. Murat also explored some of the open source tools available from MayaData and introduced the MayaData Agility Platform (MDAP). Murat’s presentation ended with a live demo of OpenEBS and Litmus.

To learn about future meetups, follow us on Twitter at @YDN or on LinkedIn.

[aurorabriar]

🍰 - For our muses to share some Christmas cake. (north)

Na verdade, Denali não era lá tão chegada em bolo de frutas. Mas parecia que o mundo inteiro era, especialmente no Natal. Não tinha procurado por eles, mas acabara sendo testemunha de muitas pessoas acabarem sem uma fatia enquanto buscava por um chocolate quente. Entretanto, estava disposta a fazer um esforço em nome de sua amizade com Niko. E acabara por conseguir a última fatia naquela manhã, quando decidira convidá-lo para um café. Meso sob o pretexto de dividirem, a usava uma pequena estratégia para garantir que o mais velho comeria mais: oferecia pedaços de seu próprio garfo enquanto conversavam. Simplesmente porque parecia distraída com a conversa e não dava espaço para que o outro recusasse. ━━ E as fotos do grindr? Alguma interessante? ━━ A loira ia dizendo. ━━ É uma boa maneira de não passar o feriado sozinho, se for rápido. 

@lcsingncrth

[memovouloir]

🎼

🎼- What part in a choir would your muse sing? Soprano (½), Bass, Tenor, or Alto?

according to the expert opinion i got (thanks tarra) memo would be a meso soprano, according to my voice claim for her. take it up with tarra if you disagree.

[triumphorce]

I hope you enjoy these poems,

Been long enough since I’ve opened, but what’s wrote here is longer,

Sequoia length,

Hyperbolic-time flow in composition,

Bestowin lines of hopeful intervention,

Archs of ideas risen over an extended period, sheddin blood and perspiration,

No menopause, or birthin babies, no days off or on vacation, just endless effort,

An ellipsis stasis, pausing mentally to pay tribute and revisit thoughts degraded,

Or friends neglected,

Pausin like Nintendo, to eat some dinner before it’s cold and tastes of resentment,

Coldest chest bearin my truest intentions, similar to Sloths’ paws in my grip,

Skeptic in the presence of predators, pause to remain calm from all the norm’s digestion

On my South Paw Tekken method, so I stagger to keep them guessin,

In a mega melee between every one of these beings

And their baseless, no basis for patience, faceless and conceited bantering,

So, I’ll get angry if I get angry,

Pressin pause, once again before, just in case, breathing deeply,

Moment of recollection to intellectually understand the present,

And fast forward through every pressure, as I wordplay on endeavors,

All the while trying to buy me time and spare my mind displeasure

From hiding all these lines, wondering if it’s better to attribute pride

And be forever biased toward my dreams, ignorin finding securer ties

Amidst future porch-lit oblivions,

So I chose to approve all I choose with a stronger sense of what to do, Truth in use,

My Love for Truth reaches deepest distances to defining deeper motive behind the chosen,

Chase my dreams or loathe them, stop wasting time on goals or continue on toward them,

Still I end up writing my mind half the time, a bad habit of thinkin it’s lunch time

When it’s crunch time, bursts of ideas, floodin skies, rainin food for thoughtful animals

So now it’s hunt time and I’m roaming cranial parameters, ramblin in Rome-like stadiums,

A Rome of ages, no Brutus betrayal or Germanic invasion,

No collapsing, I make full course, my own track and traction,

Presidential pioneer of passion; a growth in hope from anger,

A ronin-rioteer, slashing throats of loathe and fear, lies and anguish,

Meaning is now the Home and I’m Forrester, on occasion,

Lovely to me to be left alone, to zone and be free from true isolation,

To redefine, no, renovate my limits, halls of castles spreadin from DNA,

To roofs, my being raising from half staff, saluting empires of past and present acceptance,

No predictions or master plans, only assumed direction and adaptive passion, always fittest,

Regardless of destination or where I land, its presence is foremost and always welcomed,

Whether I am or not, but okay, whatev, bet I’m still gone write, yep, bet I’m still gone type, gone but bet I’ll be right

Back, and bet I’m still gone knock, bet I still remain as obsessive as day one, towards an art,

So check the tech of this apex poet’s level in rap, floetry runneth over and I keep it coming like porno,

And…yea, good, that’s a wrap,

Horde of spun gears in wholesome work, cog-nizant abundance here,

An aggressive submissiveness, self competitive modes of progression shown in

An impressive stanza collection, goin all the way back, ’07, low and undetected,

007 impressions all the way to present moments, presenting poems,

Where 117 is now the logo, a present decree of freeing motives,

Steering hope to fearless and it couldn’t but be made more clear, this here

Can’t be on apprentice level s***, not anymore, I’m no where near, I’m better than,

Mirror Anakin, made aware of hidden traits, clearly bred colossal wake

As the inevitable dawn of day, endless skywalkin in either night or day,

On my Goku and Brolly game, got me on my jolly way,

So hold up, I’m bout to blow it up,

Bomberman noggin blogs, pardon the post-ignited fury,

Sparks from muse are used to light the fuse, moving through my spine,

To the keys I strike, to viewable words through screens of yours,

And then boom, my H2O line of sight crosses Alkaline insides,

Fleeting debris of my being sinking six feet in fire’s keep,

Leaving only a smoke flow of unspoken life, rise to flight,

About to air it out, openin insides to fair against the pain,

Another verbal hurricane, reign of Hadouken waved verses

Bringing pages, like a journalist, cursor brain attached to qwerty nerves,

Constant saving, birthing a freeze frame nature to nurture critiqued allure,

From observin to shining light on might of mind on mind excursion,

Lyrics of Merlin, magickal bound occurrence of astounding verbal wizardry,

Showin beauty in comprehension between the likes of those alike

And others who talk against,

So much hate, yet little mercy, despite what they claim to be in the first place,

So next to action, I narrate..

My part,

a poetic curator organizing deep extractions of Art within an Art,

Sorta clean cause of time off, still far from set Par,

Seeing only as far as I’m made able, free of cataracts

and until the rest is made available I place my faith in words,

Come out unscathed and church

Clean, from housing Temple worship,

Sermons of mental journeys, Hobbit-length, traversing Misty Mountain cliffs,

Where Stone Giants wage war, Bid on shoulder’s girth, a foundation never destroyed,

Only converted, only a change in surface, only courage

Made under fire, slay the dragon buried under the least of worries,

Traded violence and bias for brighter means of time spent,

Breaking dawn of storms, over shores of lore,

Growing force from self-remorse, stored distortion,

From getting used to moving forward,

overcoming obstacles, that before had me stuck in floors, all the lags had me glitchin,

Took a minute but I gathered, from the tension, a meta-genomic grasp

On philosophic-bloodlust in retinas of optics searching for oxygen,

yin-yang-third-eye watchin, a mind concaved to problem solvin at the microscopic,

Supplyin a macro-meson metropolis, comprising atomic gardens,

Ever meso-fixed in topless limits, I can’t stop, no need for friends,

Only accomplice to accomplishin, raising the bar again and again within myself,

Machine-like of John Conner, type neurologic, a bionic Laureate, I been on it,

A token-Conan,

A hint of Homer,

From scarlet bowties and formal clothing

To swinging forth the sword of warriors,

Spreadin life with an aura flourished in poetry,

Sort of like Tenseiga but just as sharp as Tessaiga to slay and defend what’s important,

So I Bakuryūha when cornered, no more warnings to get off my Case,

A Sherlock self-entitlist, just decipherin Edgar Poe whims,

With magnifying-focus, John Locked at poems coordinates,

Geologist-range, Rovin problems over with mecha-method,

reignin hectic over perfect tempo,

Mental metronomes, metabolic gyroscopic, hydraulic steps over all the bulls*** people talkin,

Supplyin medic-tomes to audiences, I guess,

Instead of poems, just a chivalric code in ir-realistic flow,

Just another dose of illness, to strengthen defenses

Here we go and, oh yea, that was just the beginnin’, oh snap, no he didn’t

lul.

So here is my written vaccination, a statement of my mission,

Sick of losing my mind and always seeing accepted ignorance,

Lettin go of trust, just to grab hold of hope I choose to trust again,

Desire to love and forgive poses more importance than holding in

Or holding on to thorns of torn rose stems,

Better at maintaining a utopia within, Jesus-morale through crucial friction,

Yieldin malice to oncoming Semi-driven peace,

Even when afflictions make it uneasy,

I make sure love is not only at its peak when toward family,

Because Kin is everybody I co-Exist amongst, an invisible brand in genes,

Givin me infinitely hope that I can defend beliefs of neighborly bred instincts,

Leading actions to condone sequence of repeated interactions,

Like dominos,

Between

people’s

compassion’s

path’s

Crossing

With that of

My own that I’m steady walkin, not really lookin back,

Exponentially increasing from lack of to getting back up,

Ours, as a world, to combine, or back up, and Choose disbelief,

Giving power to the powers To be, whose power to Be is defiling

Our Choice’s portrait of supposedly empty highlights, making ordinary

Unimportant, so thus this becomes the light of truth and leads life to corrupted view,

Either you losing sight of you or me of myself, misconstruing reason to pay it forward,

So I’m usin lucrative lines to lubricate the minds still a little prude to the nude of life,

Faded from strained engagement, makin the choice to die before you’re ever abused again,

To stand unphased in the face of hate and maintain a level stage of patience, that few appreciatin,

Proof that even in the height of uselessness, truth exist in a dimension fixed from vision,

Rooted fixture of a singularity, opposing ideals varying, extend as phloem,

Still can’t elude the speed of photons in a system of life and physics where the right to choose, itself,

Is the life in what lives stand for,

Beyond the physical, a Worth indivisible, formed from what we did and didn’t do,

Warm with smitten, passive light, passin every night and day,

By the hour, orbit revolutions of quintupled Arcturus regions, knowledge empowered brain,

Observin league’s descent uncharted, breeching in darkest hour,

Gravitate my beliefs to massive reason, dimension of must equalin mass of love

To not corrupt where hearts conduct or infest all I possess with lust,

Hope I can maintain the way I touch hearts and pump in months of hardwork,

I keep learning from how I feel to why I feel that way,

Found difference in being indigent and being ignorant,

Intelligence directly reflectin indignant wisdom, transmittin,

Referrals I purpose of personal Shells in ideals, splurging words earnestly

To enter these journals, but if I’m supposed to, what’s the purpose,

Who am I to deserve such a love to words, just an observer

With judicial poetic touch,

And if it’s certain, to whomever, that fate is written, a moral contingent imminent to emptyin,

then what’s the Purpose to existence other than fulfilling an omni-present minister’s wishes of progression,

So I’m administering this obsession to keep anyone who’s missin those “blessings” to please hold on for new direction because I’m tired of seeing depression used as weapons, ammunition from confusion spreadin, duly attentive to fully removin this sickness in sentenced remedies,

Imprison the Nil of pre-destined influences, bring immunity to kill tetanus infections,

Yet still refusing to refute my messages’ meaning even when people misread or dis-link from me

In fear of appearing foolish when light’s free, wool lids over open eyed fools,

Mule witted minds losin focus,

Allusive motive to controlling themselves,

Soo they leave it to forces brail, leaving me to expose

Where the heart is and what it is I was composed to do, go through,

With an ambition prone to fail, I suppose, According to premeditated rulings,

Meaning everyone can’t avail, so only some progress while others are rejected,

Some succeed, some fail, some live, some dwell, well, all alive, but none feel,

Not one well,

And once accepted they remain as frail as I stay mute, but that’s changin soon,

Realizing the truth to stay ahead, never aim to win, life is better played at whim,

Not a favor to anyone to stay blind because you believe you have no play in it,

And claiming peace, while inside, you fake as s***,

So no more resigned use of…

Of life in muses, only new identities I can side by, fuse with,

Away from what therein lies of pre-inscribed mysterious finds, binding will to higher kinds,

Leaving little clarity between actuality and their desire,

Entirety of irrationality blurring passions with pre-happenings,

So I’m writing packet-deep, massive thesis type lyrics,

Not on what life is, more on what it should look like,

Negate effects of strife in what we go through every day

In dreaming and seeking Faith, ending wake of endless waking, like Kenny’s nature,

Mysterion mind deliberating meaning in decisions that supposedly lead us, survival of the fated,

Achievements naked, blank sheet, feat-less wasteland of failures, aka

Someone else’s graceland’s sake,

Astray a world of involuntary reflexes, committed daily,

So what are we without the choices that we make?

And what are reached achievements if choices obsolete,

Our thoughts subjection leaning toward subjective mercy,

Always worrying things will turn for the worse, or should service us,

Circling merit, false in essence, always expectin credit, all these undeserved expectations,

Just another damn reason to instruct and detain, trained to hush,

Contained in corruption, so I break away and lead myself free of it,

Free of following a truth untold, or rushed through,

I slow it down,

Piercing meaning, rupturing relations between changes in Being

And being thankful for living,

Every reason I find, convenes in front of spleens,

Instead of wasting time slaving to understand something always changing

I can easily provide more beauty with “ordinary” in wording, ordaining my own action,

Than any do with reasons still a mystery because they believe in divinity’s selection,

Well I believe everyone, no matter skin, beliefs, see a peace, regardless of objective,

Peace is the seed that exist in you and me, me in you and you in me, nothing sexual,

Just technical, so here’s to findin triumph in effort hulled, fighting for survival of hope in better situations

Distribute it mainstream, with only precedence toward bestowing bravery,

Traversing in shoals of intricate migrations, from skull to throat,

Talkin over people trollin the same thing, about damnation, nuclear devastation, or no hope in humanity,

Betraying speaking peace in pieces, plain to see,

Disarray in creation of fate-sung predicaments

So I remain an algebraic humanist, Ethos patron instinctively,

Regardless of what will be, only means to believe in,

And I choose to believe then,

From the whole of me, giving heed in forms of rhyming reads,

Waiting for the time to reach and grab my chance before it passes me…

My chance to be, to chance is to breathe in depths of stress, under endless seas of probabilities,

Chance is the rise to waves accent to cling to being, where wind swiftly leads a symphony

Of dreams and just when air seems di-minished, chance then Links courage to cappin fear,

Ceasing deceasing of a dwindled breeze, bringing back forgotten memories,

Connected to the past, of where one love met another,

Growth in a happiness conceived bliss, paintings above everyone;

A past’s collage of pensive imagery, collision of Imagination and color,

As wind in the sky blows to soothe the dried, pacifyin,

Past trees, to carry seeds to where they land and breed,

Chance is the treaty between faith and reason,

So tired, so much time to chancing, less to myself, more to finding pride,

Wealth applied to build a health in a life worth more than itself, meant to help,

Enrich those left with doubt, pursued in talents used to salvage faith and shelter,

Compelling thoughts of jealousy and hatred, still a becoming, in the making,

No black and white, I’m in the gray, changin, becomin blanker to a race based on skin,

A lot of work in becoming the change I wish to see replacing all the deceit and greed shit,

To give people something to believe and then proceed to give them reason guaranteeing chance,

Fairing change in paths and enhance the passion made elastic by creating a canvas of emotions gathered

When faced with resistance in liberation from fated actions, I supply my own motivation,

I never tire, never slack, forever writing, sometimes gaming,

I design, repay debt and fines,

I find when lost,

I admire the quaint breeze,

I aspire to aspire,

Seeking others to re-fire fired dreams,

Finally seeing the beauty in dying leaves,

I am only but the comprisee, comprised to further ideas beyond that Comprising…

And at every Dawn of Morn’, perfect timing,

Lightly sun brushed adorned emotions course vibrantly,

Alarm chime got me up like Dug and Russell,

Carl Orff auricular consumption as I rise to shining,

Leaving bunks made comfortable, plying a nine to five,

Adrift corrupted, yet functional systems of injustice,

That people blindly trust in, such a numb to love world,

So I’m livin sure of what I want, but never deserving,

More for serving, because I see a turning in returning,

Learning TM 27, to defend without hesitation, those hurting,

Putting plenty work in, stayin sturdy, steady, stern,

So no more sleep, reenergize my mind with ultraviolet multi-focused drive,

Never tried thriving in just one type of art, renaissance rhymes or charcoal lines,

Bars of ideals primed in furnace fire,

Filled from philosophical mines I, from time to time, step inside to dig further,

Almost a decade, now, dedicated toward a storyline that transformed to novels,

From Lanowen to Cenoria,

From one part to over four, comic-concepts

From porch bottom to views with No horizon,

Just me and Hiz,

From RP to a simple Story, to a Foyer of plots,

Elevating floors high, Glory rises to tell of the dormant tales,

Tales of war, Tales of cheer, Tales Galore, Tales of Fears,

A tale of Fictional artists, just tryin to stay in chime tune with reality,

Eyes open, as trays of a balance-beam,

We only dream To chase them, after, running mentally to catch them,

Dippin off through darkened streets, literally,

And when dusk begins reality slumbers in Dippers over me,

Ephemeral solace into the evening, leaving me in

Pleasant never ending brinks, extinct of larks or peeps,

Sole existence of a solo dolo sidewalk dreamer,

A roamin Caesar, Rome enthusiast

To scenic artistry of stars gleaming in navy-bluest skies,

Light mists of moonlight sonata-like cloaks linger through the night,

A bliss as infinite as the stars are distant, holdin my hopes in suspension,

Ensuing thoughts to compose notes in my dome or on moleskine,

Brim-row view in opera lands, Baritone parlando, harking heartfelt cantos,

Stealing back the hope I robbed myself of, so no more dead silence,

No sounds, just NC headphones and instrumentals to get my mind scheming,

Socratic Luther King in Light and in my sleep,

Still a modern Machiavelli, to stand for what’s right,

Keep what’s on back and neck protected, look like an easy

Target, but I promise that that ain’t promised,

Fingers crossin keyboards like twist ties,

Butter bread lines, sun-beams, from always goin ‘gainst the grain,

In an Adidas skully over curls as I stroll the lunar World,

Lennon-shoes, solar-albedo Chuck Soles Chauffer luster, a sulfer glow of soulful surges from Sol-lit sources, shone off earth’s surface, in all directions, time reversin from my inertia, I surf a universe of Umi-verses, rainin fiercely, floodin nyxheim, floodin tumblr, floodin notebooks, on my flood the world s***, only observable once I give life to words shaped in a matrix muse, wor-ship of my curse or gift, I make that discernment, man what the hell, I been murkin, think it’s time for me to call the curtains, I’m outta here, peace and heart, hope you enjoyed the work,

Fin