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I wrote some of these during my time on World of Warcraft. Some are personal about my life. The mixture is on purpose.
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NOTHING
Gentle wind ruffles the lazy treesthe heat of summerdry groundit rained last nightleaving the trees feeling freshNature's bath - we rejoice
ISABELLE
The orange cat lies in the yardshe wants to be outsidewhen she gets wet from the rainshe hates to be dried offI chase her to get the water from her furshe shakes like a dog and makes me laughtoday she went out againshe is named for a hurricane.
ANNIVERSARY
Anniversary -a day to remembera birtha deatha marriagea divorcetoday is just a day for mebut for you?
Winter's VeilCold darknessIce upon the thresholdI standAlone.
The footprints are unknownto meI begin to followAlone.
My love has passedand I search Azerothforsomething, not knowingwhat, nor where,it awaits meon this cold lonely roadin Winterspring.Why did you leave? I crymaybe ifwe had stayed in Ashenvalewhere spring iseternal.No alas mywish only brings anothertear.
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Stars, sparkling in the wonderful night skyI want to lay here in the snowFeeling the warmth one onlyfeels at death.
Last night he was here inthecoldwithmeToday I followanotherpathto
the endHe was not the one I neededso I took his lifeI know that forever I will mornbut not for him;forme.
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snowflakes settle on myarmor,how delicate they seem,fragile;but they fell from the skyandsoftlylanded upon me -wish that I could travelso softly through the world.
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cold, pain, bloodthe snow is crimson beneath mefur, guts, sweatthe snow is sticky beneath mesmoke, fire, fearthe snow is melting beneath meI stand, back to the cliffthe yetis will notgo awaybut oh my friendsthey willdie, yes theywill die.
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How lovely Everlook iswhen riding over the hillyou first spy itgleaming in the distance,I made it my homeonce,you know it isdifferent,Lovely and mysterioushowever it is evil as well.
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THE ORC
Heat from the pool of watermakes my achingscarred body relax.I slip into the hot springsnakedThe most recentcut, begins to healas the warmth invadesmy frozen bodyMy soul must remainuntouched, dead,cold as stone,unfeeling,as I slip my knife blade intothe other swimmer in the pool.Orcs - they foul the water you knownot my fault.
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The Lost TimeThe snowball I toss at my friendmakes her laughI haven't heard laughterin daysWe have been travelingwitha group of mercenaries;There is no more soulless group ofhumans than us.
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I Was Not Dreaming
My mount stumbled,I fell into theslush by the sideof the road,"god damn it" I screamedat the dumb beastshe just turned to me and said"get the hell off me, I am sick of toting your fat ass around all day"We both laughed till tears came,"I have to stop drinking so much"the horse said"YOU have to stop!!! Here I am thinking you are saying something intelligent"I stared at my bottle of rum"horses can't talk" I saidshe replied"who you calling a horse?"I looked around and said"YOU"she then laughed and ran off into the snowtook me 5 hours to get her backnow my fat ass is cold and wetand she won't let me ride.
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the flowerA flower in the snowmy heart soars,is spring coming?can I now be free of this coldnessthis lack of warmth,this everlasting gloom,Only if I don't pick it,but it is frozenI finally notice. Diedfrozen in beautifulfull flower. I thenam sad again.
Silencedno it is just the winddeath marked the plaincold, colder than earth atthe beginning of theend of life"what does a grain of sand soundlike as it rolls across the ground"only the dead know,Silenced.
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Snowflakes make more soundtouching the groundthan I donow.New spring flowerspetals slipping apartmake more soundthan I doNow.Raindrops falling through theairmake more soundthan I donow.
Rusty sword and split shieldupon the dry plain.Did they belong tothe valiant warrior, perhapsmaybe the hunter, but there are no petbones to be seenA rogue, felled in combat.The story cannot be toldby the Silenced, we knownot how they cameto fall here.We did not see andthey are unable to tell.
Death, lonely life now thatsilence has fallen.Never again shall I hearthe soft voices of lovedones, speaking of things so dear.Never again shall sound disturbmy soul. Alas I wishthatsound could,for I am Silenced, andthe earth is silent to me,forever.
My feet make no sound upon the earthas I wander.I wave and speak to travelers,they seem not to notice.I drink from the streamwater has no feeling.My end brought a newlife,devoid of sound, feeling,warmth, joy, pain,but not cold, no not cold,that and the silence aremy two closest companions now.We walk Silenced across the earthonly the moon can see me,but even she cannot hear mecrying.Soundless calm, peaceful
relaxingeverlasting.Upon the dry plain mybody lies, I stand over it.I know the wind blows by the dirt thatis slowly burying me.No not me anymore, just a part of me.Life was raging and blood wasflowing in that body,just moments ago,before the mistake that stoppedsoundfrom entering my life.Soft sunlight in the earlymorning makes a soundthat the dying can hear,but sadly the deadcannot.
Silenced - cursed,at least the Undead canstill hearand feel;the Silenced can do neither.The Undead passed over and returnedbut we could not.No we are cursed,we the Silenced.There is no return now for us.
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Sing a songfor the fallen and raiseyour glasses high,praise their glories and valor.Sing loud and longtogether into the dawn,for tomorrow you may joinusthe Silenced, who sadlycan no longer hear the song.
ReunionLove hath brought us togetherunder the azure sky,the beach is warm beneathour tired feet.Birds wheel in the sky and singsoftly to us,their words unknownbut somehow comforting.You were away for to longmy love,where have you beenI care not now that you are here.
Melancholy
who treads at my door,an old ghost I suspect.image of a past lifeshimmering at the hearthresplendent in it's beauty.was that the way I appearedto you when we were young.maybe it is just a dream Ihad of you, dancing in the twilightin Ashenvale that summerevening.no I believe that it wasyou, I just cannot raisemy head for I am dying.oh joy I finally feel your warmhand on mine, your softkiss upon my brow,a kind word from your lips.now I can drift away,we will meet again my old friendour ghosts together forever.
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Who Comes HomeHail the heroes returnfrom the fields of battleRiding into townall muscle and purposeBut where are the othersthat rode out with themThey have fallenand we will not see them againBut come dear friendslet's welcome the living todayfor tomorrow will shallall meet the deadand be reunited.
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heavenly spirit I call to youshine upon my paththe light of loveI go to meet my beloved.long we have been apartyet we will not feel thatwhen we meet,it will be as if the daywas just past thatwe marched off towar in different directions.I have not heard from youin so long but Iknow that we will betogether in the processionwhen it marches into the city.others will be with us that weknew from long before,all will rejoice at ourliving, and sing thepraises of our dead.You will be at my sidein a few hours,we can see the cloud of dustthat marks your approach.my senses are more alive nowthan in the heat of battle,
knowing that my arms will soonwrap around you again.hurry.
when did you return?there was no sound ofyour approach,no sense that youwere present.I only felt your arm around mein my slumber.sweet dreams my love.
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Azeroth
Sunlight filters past the leavestouching my face.I smile and roll gently in the grasssmelling the new flowers,with eyes closed I listento the stream beside me.
Azeroth! Oh the joy inmy heart. Land of myhome, but no place is reallya home, but Azeroth IShome.
Dry plains and frozen mountains,deep forests, azure seas,crystal clear lakesall created for us.Who would take this fromthe dwellers? I fear thatthe Burning Legion wantswhat we hold dear.Never shall they haveAzeroth.
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The Departedlost friends departed fromour sight, never to feelour warm touchnor hear our kind words.where are they,cold and alone in theplace where the deadreside.although there are manythey are all alonewith themselves.such is what I fearfrom death.
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Coolwater, it plays upon myfeetas I walk in the stream.The mosson the shoreisvelvety smooth,I rest my cheek therefor amoment.High abovebirds circlein the sky abovethe battlefield.I have moved upwindto escape the stench.Here the pretty stream isnot stainedwithblood,nor filled with the bodiesof the deadand dying.We fought todayand no one won,but we still
fought.Lucky that Isurvived atall, my twocompanions beside mealso stayed this side of death.They are off drinkingwith the others,down by the campwe used lastnight.We sat there telling storiesand sharpening ourswords.None of us truly believingwe woulddie.But some did,and I walk in the streamfor them, for they cannotdo so ever again.
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Darkness - the pale moon is yet not herea light wind carries the fragranceof Ashenvale up into the hills where Istand with my horseI could be here for eternityand never tire of thisnever quit coming up herealways to stand nakedeyes closedand just breathe.
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where has my lovegone.our child is grown nowoff in Darkshore pickingherbs, making a lifefor himself.my love is gone toohe passed last summer.
we never intended it tobe that way - oh none ofus ever do.now I sit here on the shoreand listen to the softbeat of the surfupon the sand.fog is creeping in from theVeiled Sea and my heartsinks a bit.we lived here inMenethil Harbor for30 years, he and I.now I have no one,maybe my son will return on the nextship.I know he is not lonelya fine young man, thoughpart night elf and part humanhe has my eyes andhis father's face.I could write him againhe usually repliesbut it is not the sameanymore.he always would ask ofhis father - who neverwrote one word in his life -and I would tell himmany things.father's and sons need not writeof their lovefor one another,it is known to them.my own father isnot like that.I still hate him,he livesand my belovedis dead.
Cloudsrainy daygreen leaves drippuddles after the rainsparrow wren crowsinging,do they wantmore rainoraretheythanking nature fora drink.
Marie
the nightis coolthe air isstilldarknessstarlight, soft lighton your skinI layawake besideand watch yousleepbeautycalm soft breathing
Wrote a noteGo to the Goatnot a memberBarbarasigns me inBudweisercountry musicfeel at homecrowd is loudbuthavingfun.
Moonrise
light through the windowcat on the bedyou beside mekissarms aroundyour bodysleep won'tcome.close my eyeshands touchcheeks touchkiss.soft caress fingers onyour skinnight bird makes me look awaykiss.I turn backto youyou hold metightlysleep.
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I always loved this song by Neil Young - Birds
Loverthere willbe another oneto hoverover youbeneath the suntomorrow seethe thingsthat nevercome today
And when yousee me flyaway withoutyoushadows on the things you know,feathers fall aroundyou and show youthe way to go.
Nestledin your wings my little oneThis specialmorning brings another sunTomorrowsee the thingsthat never comeToday
When you see meFly away without youShadow on the things you knowFeathers fall around youAnd show you the way to goIt's over, it's over.
For Wendy
Grey trees in
the snowlife is goingawaywhy.I stand aloneyesterday therewas anotherhere.now I am alonegrey trees inthe snow.
you never realizethe end is theresuddenly itis overin my armsit all stopslife - everythingcontinue how aloneyou mustwithout love allceases to beyou are gone but Ilove you.
For A Dear Friend(this is a song I wrote in 2004 that if you know Warren Zevon and "Play It All Night Long" you will get the melody)
Sweet home Carolinalife in the pinesbeside the seadown on the farm
Sweet home Carolinamake me long for morewhere do you go to be aloneWhen all is gone.
Sweet home CarolinaI return to makemy lifeinstead I lose my wife
Sweet home Carolinamake me long for morewhere do you go to be aloneWhen all is gone.
Sweet home Carolinafriends save my lifebring backmake me whole again
Sweet home Carolinamake me long for morewhere do you go to be aloneWhen all is gone.
For Grimgashsunrisemind blank day beginsfogtrees heavy wetthoughts of the past beforeyou came to me.
One NightSnow knee deepfucking coldstars sharp as icein the black skyI wait for youthe heat ofpassionmeltsmy heartseeing you,again warmsmy soul
The Ghost In My House
Spirit in the lonely nightnoise in the empty house;I know you arehereyou left me one nightbut you arestill herespirit in the night.why can'tI see youcome backone more time.when I hear youI feel lesslonely,knowing youare still here.
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Love
Why do you carewhat makes you come back for more you don't know me,yet....
For Bridgetebrightness overheadcool earth beneath my feetthis lonely pathI walkmy friends alwaysin my heart,truly, never alone
Farewell to Grimgash the orc
Sunlight shines upon the path you walkThe soft winds of Quebec stir your soulContemplation of life makes you idle beside the river, Upon the ramparts.
Enjoy the time you have dear friendBe well and happyKnowing that you leave behindMANY loyal friends
