Posts Tagged ‘fable’

Placed upon earth
Striving for survival
Soaking up knowledge
From all that surrounds
Eyes wide open
Ears pinned back
Eternally questioning
Those on the path

We huddle together
For safety and warmth
To banish the darkness
For protection of worth
Forward we stride
Indavidualism our sheild
Against social awareness
And the horrors it weilds

From singleton to partner
We seamlessly pass
Hero and protector
To siblings amassed
New role and stresses
Passed in our wake
Headlong and onward
With confidant aire

We are but foils
Parting the air
So others may follow
And learn on the way
It’s not for us to be forceful
Or drag them our way
Just guide and enlighten
This who would dare

Born unaware
Of our place on this earth
Kept busy just living
Battling for worth
With hard work and laughter
We find true placement for one
And social acceptance
We take our turn

Enevitability takes us by the hand
Guides us with comfort
As time does pass
Everyone safe under our charge
Prepared in the knowledge
It’s our time to pass
They take on the journey
Upon us too walk
As one with the earth
And the universes birth
We watch them and smile
From positions on high
This is our journey
The reasoning why

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The world preys on the week is in printed on your soul.From birth we strive to achieve, the outcomes of our social expectancy. I am “Broydra” born to the family Fraynal first son of Crantlo and Mayas. Village protectors and chiefs of several generations.
The village consists of straw and mud huts surrounding out temple and stone clad abode (where my family reside). Set behind the statue of Garvinal the great (Dragon) and all his glory.
Once a protector and friend of early rulers and dwellers of this area. He kept an eye on all and saw off all evils and raiders alike. I have been told of many stories of greatness and endeavour in Days passed by my kin and their watchers.
And one day our protector will show himself to a lucky member and we shall live in harmony and unity. Free from all ills in a life filled with joy.

What will our protector look like ?, will it be small or huge ? Fierce or friendly or will it fly or walk who knows ?. These are all things pre determined by fate if the teachings and stories are correct. I can only wonder and wait , while I pray it’s sooner rather than later. These thoughts constantly fill my head as I wonder the surrounding area and learn the laws of the land.
My knowledge maker Harmeron is a very wise and wonderful man. Strong as several oxen and tall as any tree, with a strange scared mark on his scalp. This is never mentioned or spoken by others and leaves my imagination too run wild.
Very fertile and amazing by all accounts from the other youngsters who sit and listen to my fairy tales and stories. Around the village fire at night fall we spin yarns and sing while others dance. These times are the best as all in the village gather and catch up on the days events. The elders and hunters spin their yarns and contemplate the outcomes to be .

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Alone and walking through the dark shrouded hovels of this deshevald town. Shutters drawn tight glimpses of flickering candle light peeking from thier edges. Boots and leggings plastered with mud as I drag myself homeward. Waifs and strays litter the ally ways danger lurking in the shadows hidden from societies gaze. It’s only yards to the door but feels like hundreds of miles. The rain beats down and wind howls and blows with icy fingers slapping any bare flesh, making the atmosphere eirie and daunting.Fear hangs heavy on my heart as my pace quickens,as much as these conditions allow.
  At last my front door,drawing it open the warmth of the open fire meets me.Filling the air with tempered welcoming caress, dragging me in defrosting my body and soul and thawing the innerds. Wrenching the sodden over coat from my shoulders tossing it upon the hook pinned to the door. Towel drying my hair and face I fill the cast iron kettle and hang it above the fire. Pull up my rocking chair I squelch down on its well moulded seat. Stripping of my second skin tight shirt and draping it over the fire side bench. The heat invigorates my damp,frozen skin as the colour slowly returns with every second. I pour myself a warming cup of nettle tea and mix my gruel and dates scattered through it.
The wooden bowl welcoming and comforting as it clasps with love the heart warming goodness smiling up at me .
Just as I rest my copper handled spoon back in the cradle of the bowl the door is thrown wildly open. Filling it’s frame now was Algran the captain of the guard and towns protector. Falbraf he screeches, I need to talk too you about a very disturbing matter. Oh Ok (sigh) what’s happened and who has rustled your feathers . Come in and shut the door,pull up a chair. Nettle tea ?, now let’s see what I can do too help.

The northern outpost has been raided by hooded unknowns. All supplies taken dwellings destroyed and women and children captured. What of the garrisoned men , I asked , All killed or badly injured. They have just been carted in through the gates by Malkin the trader.
What sort of weapons were used ? And is there any information that can be gleemed from other injuries?. Skallins has never seen the like before in his 60 years , and wants you too cast your eyes over them and see what you think.
I am no worrior or surgion “I grumbled” but I will come down and cast my eye over the carnage.
Grabbing clean attire and boots tossing them on and grabbing my already dry coat off we went marching towards the main hall.
Pushing open the sodden oak door we entered the hall.Bodies strewn all around tended too by Skallins and his daughters. There were many varied injuries from weird slash like marks to contorted limbs hanging by sinues. “My god” I exclaimed what beasts ravaged these poor souls. Algran gulped I have never seen this before, colour draining from his face. I am away to check the perimeter I will be back soon.
Skallins wanders through the devistation Falbraf my good friend how are you. Your wealth of experience and worldly knowledge may come in useful know. I am only the inn keeper, this is my lively hood and personage. The past indiscretions and travels bare no standing with me. How can I be of service at this time.
Please cast an eye over these poor souls then I will show you the strange things we have found that were brought in with them.
Slowly and carefully I wandered round each casualty taking note of every bruise,cut,scar and mark on their bodies. My heart beating faster with every individual, flashbacks and memories hidden once more flood my mind.
These are not normal weapon marks I exclaimed, there are no consitancies with any armoured brigade I have ever had the pleasure of dealing with. What oddities were brought with these pitiful souls ? Can I cast my eye on them know dear friend.
I am taken into the old wine celler where tables have been laid out. Their was a mass of items covering every inch. Gazing at each item in front of me I could feel my colour drain and a chill set over me. Only once before had this feeling adorned me but that was decades ago and they could not still exist, “surely”.
Skallins my friend what is your opinion in these things. He turned to face me sullen and gray eyes shrouded in fear, he didn’t need to say anything for I knew what was on his mind as was on mine.

Holder of heart

Posted: November 29, 2014 in Random
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So strong yet tender
This beating host
Master of feelings
Both meek and bold
Pumping life’s blood
Ruby and red
From our toes too our head
Guarded by powers
Unseen but true
Defier of human nature’s Un truths
Keeping us true
Safe on our way
Under silken steel wings
And breath of melting prowess
Tend to your feelings
Feed hearty and full
Stay true to self
Trust only in you
Protector of hearts and feelings within
Saviour,protector and one of a kind

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Dark and dismal
Watery deapths vast
Alone I wallow and swim
Making free use of the abundance
Freely and without shackles
I travel nations transending the globe
No longer entrapped in my fluid home
Second guessed by hollywood
Searched for by scientists
Photographed by those I choose
Do I exist or dont I
Humanity wonders and debates
Myself and mother nature know truths
I am Nessie the enigma
I am Story,legend,truth and fable
Beleive

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Capturing the emotive tendrals
Opening the portals
Travercing worlds and situations with ease
Placing indaviduals in staring rolls
Encapusulating and exciting fantasy omitters
Transportation and escapism wrapped and bound
In technecoloured captivations
Promoting powerful transponders
Tossing and injecting  feelings
Ecelerating pulses and indelible provications
Powerless indaviduals tummble head long
Emersed in charictorusatory antics
Pictures of places and worlds unknown
Retanal and cortecual fibres join
Holding fast the reader
Sure fast implausabilities grasp
Know impossible seperation till completion
Missions,lives,journeys and more have to complete

The escape of wonderment,written word and its power to ensnare

THE WILD HAGGIS

In the Highlands of Scotland, a hairy, nocturnal creature, no bigger than a grouse, scuttles around the mountains and hills. Hunters have been searching for the highly elusive Wild Haggis (Haggis scoticus) for centuries, but only the most skilled trackers and trappers can catch the source of the country’s (in)famous national dish. (There are a few domestic haggis farms in the Highlands, but fanciers insist that the meat is vastly inferior to that of the wild haggis.)

The wild haggis is a shaggy, four-legged mammal with one set of legs longer than the other. While this feature allows the animal to quickly tromp around the steep mountains and hillsides of its natural habitat, it is a double-edged sword since it restricts the wild haggis to movement in just one direction. There are two different varieties of haggis, one with a longer set of right legs that can only run counter-clockwise, and one with a longer set of left legs that can only run clockwise around the Highland hills. The two varieties co-exist peacefully, but they cannot usually interbreed in the wild, since a male of one variety must turn to face the same direction as a female of another variety in order to mount her. When turning, the male haggis often loses his balance and tumbles down the hill before he can breed. On the rare occasions that the male haggis is able to accomplish this incredible balancing act the offspring produced from a union of two haggis are so unstable that they often tumble helplessly down the hills and right into a hunter’s net.

There are many places in the Highlands that offer tourists a chance to search for the haggis in the creature’s natural habitat. Tourists, however, are forewarned that the haggis rarely come out during the day, and to catch even just a glimpse of one is extremely lucky. The Scotsman newspaper even runs an online haggis hunt, where entrants can win prizes such as a trip to Scotland if they manage to spot a haggis on one of the site’s may webcams that monitor areas where the animals have been known to live. Several herds of haggis roam the interior of the Caledonian Forest, feeding on fallen pine kernels and mint leaves, which is said to add a distinct flavour to their meat.

HAGGI HAGGISIf you happen to be lucky enough to encounter a wild haggis in broad daylight, there is one trick you can use to try catch it: as it runs away from you, chase it around the hill in the opposite direction. It won’t be able to turn around.