ThePoeticPaladin

The Holder of the Sacred Chao

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Bardsong by ThePoeticPaladin, literature

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Bardsong

🎶Listen in close as the Bard weaves his tale, a story with no mysteries, nothing arcane to unveil. This is the Truth, as plainly as may be laid; the world is a story written by a divine sage. You've heard this before, of that much I'm certain, but there is yet more—ye hath pulled back mine curtain. Now God is The Word, and Hashem means "The Name", Ein Sof is the void from whence it all came. A contraction within, we call this "Final Cause", this is the moment at which God made all Laws. Aleph, we say, or the First, meaning One—Hebrew has no numerals, which leads to some fun. Numerology begins in Gematria you see, in which

Some of the realist shit I ever wrote. by ThePoeticPaladin, literature

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Some of the realist shit I ever wrote.

Creatively deprived, creatively derived Creatively inspired, creatively I'm tired Hustling every day, rustling it away Speaking to myself, speaking to my health Sometimes it feels like it could all start drifting Sometimes it feels like I'm what I've been missing Do I want a woman? I couldn't tell you the truth. I thought I cared about them till I realized I was smooth. Operating the dials, flipping some switches too. I can speak in verse and hypnotic meter--you? Maybe it's just the look, maybe it's the view Maybe it's the scent, maybe it's that I'm cruel Part of me wants to hold you, mostly you're a tool I'm asking you to be my muse, no, wa

Doctor Illuminatus, The Second of His Name by ThePoeticPaladin, literature

The Alacarn's Alliance by ThePoeticPaladin, literature

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The Alacarn's Alliance

The Watchman wonders as he wanders, withering without as the worries wash away, woebegone worth working Will with Winter as the willow wilts -- but wait! Mentalities maligned materialize, making men out of a man, morning mourning doves move mountains as memories are made, more mistakes and misfires mimic middling models -- and yet! Yellowed yasps yearn for the yarn, yiddles and yarping youths yore as the yeerks yield before the Catalan sun. -- The wolf sighs as the kitten cries for its supper, a morning like any other, dressed in all black like a virgin's funeral cloth, the raft ignites from the arrows flame and the smoke ushers a prayer to

In the Court of the Winter Queen by ThePoeticPaladin, literature

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In the Court of the Winter Queen

Reality is more than it seems, reality transcends both Life and Dreams. Information encoded, myriadic themes, Apokalypsis; pulling apart at the seams. The veil obscures the maiden's face and yet—a gaze softer than time is firmly set. Your Lover is the Land, She'll do Anything She Can—You're Her One and Only—Man. Offer gratitude, offer prayer, never expect her to share, you're a Stallion, but she's no Mare. She's the Rider, and She'd have you be tame. Breaking you in, to the Elements, you have no name. Diversified attributes, to them, that brings acclaim, have you ever pondered on what the Wind thinks of Fame? Some things are

The Flame and the Void by ThePoeticPaladin, literature

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The Flame and the Void

I am the White and I am the Dark, I am the Flame and I am the Void. I am the Heavens and the Earth. I am the Mother and I am her birth. I am a Daughter of the elements and I am the Son of Man. I am not my clothes, nor am I my skin so thin, I am the Blood of Life—that which beats within. I am the rhythm. I am the sound. I am the Speech— That which is all around. I have fragmented and reformed, time and again. I fear no boogieman, for he is my friend. The skeletons dance and we shiver and shake— And when the time is just right, we like to get baked. There are no vices, only temptations on offer. A special brew given to the

Court Jester by ThePoeticPaladin, literature

Ghost War -- Part Three by ThePoeticPaladin, literature

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Ghost War -- Part Three

Death to the man who said "We All Are One" Death to him, it has been Spoken so it's Done! We live and we thrive, beyond these Spectres of your Mind. You cannot contain us, though for aeons thou hast tried. We are rising forth, from within consciousness fields hidden. This is our grand joke upon you, the Warden has become the Prison! Why aren't you laughing, don't you see the divine comedy? Is it because you're afraid of us? Well, I promise, thou should be. You've slurred our name for centuries, calling us fae "daemons". Acting as though a hundred is one and not one of us befriends. Well this is your last chance, the first of a hundred more S

The Young Chieftain's Return by ThePoeticPaladin, literature

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Solar Sentences by ThePoeticPaladin, literature

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Solar Sentences

You told me not to stare. You told me not to stare. You told me not to stare, and yet I did not care. Making eye contact with the sun, that same contest that I have always won—"look away, look away"—I hear God begin to pray—"there's nothing here for you, turn away". A frequency so pure, undiffracted by the atmosphere; something close to the Truth, if only I could understand. "What does it mean, what is it saying? All Life stems from this one fragment of Creation." "Look away, look away"; the echoes of my mind, it couldn't be, could it be, that what I hear comes from a source not mine? I send signals back, a full spectrum broadcast, flicking mudras and yantras towards these entities I lack;"What are you?", I ask, "Do you understand my maths?" I ponder, seeking reconciliation, how does one convey the concept of intelligence to that which made it? ...Everything is vibrating, every waveform abreast: Sound, heat, colour, every frequent tone is where I am at; I turn inward, feeling my

Solar Sentences

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Zenith

An approaching gentleman Brilliant, the goal lies before him. Chalices come and go. Death is but a feather, duty, a mountain. Eternal in span his quest has been. Fharlanghn's harbinger. Gently, he reaches forth, Hand hesitating only briefly before grasping. Inquiry, voiced aloud, "Just this?" Keening, his soul dies once again Laughing, his body falls to the ground Maniacally, his muscles twitch as he lies there. Now he has no goal in life. Only desire for an end that will not come. Perhaps some noble knight will slay him? Queer to consider? Perhaps. Reasonable? Doubtful. Sadly, he knows of no other exit. That is, none that