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Ten.
So many a dream; have walk’d thro’ the night, as many ascend—have darkness, a friend, fair traveler of plenty, if any in sight— and I, a soul shall inherit the earth by ten, where now, a mystery, shall...
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N2FO
This is my first original song as made in FL Studio. do let me know what you think …
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We Search Endlessly For Shelter.
Never fear, dear readers … I haven’t abandoned post nor deterred from the ongoing story line that I have been building. I’d temporarily stepped away from writing to dabble in some sound making and it...
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I.S.E.P. (raw sample)
The stink of whiskey escaped him as he began into the nearby forest. Throwing his jacket; he pulled out the remaining pack of cigarettes and an old zippo lighter he’d won from a contest of wit. His...
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Streams.
Like a ghost beside the stream; wandered lost in ashen skin, rose the fog amid the scream, and muted voices deep within. Opened doors beneath the skies, bled a fortune washed in rain, sprinkled black...
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A sea and the naked eye.
In the corner, not again, just like old times, I am … sleeping; shadow paints upon the wall, they look in, they, look, they look in, they, pose their portrait deep within me, I’m confused, and I’m not...
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Nocturne.
This emptiness is overwhelming, set me free or break my soul— artificial has become of it, these silent tears are growing old, on to travel through the dark, I walk alone and always have, perhaps I beg...
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Eyes & Dagger.
You’re part of the cabal, they’re part of the cabal; twelve little reasons to invert the sky— ‘ello cad, fine dark here ‘neath the moon’s foul way, unstable, fall in empty room; sweet, capricious...
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Atomies.
She takes my hand, assures me that the rain has ceased, and oft we’re lost—writhing between the sea of death, for who’s memories shall shadow the land? Don’t be afraid there aren’t any passengers near,...
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Azrael.
The unknowing sew untimely visions; foul utterances so neatly aligned— feed the seas the portraits of lies, your denial will feed its kept spies, and the ghosts won’t be held for it, and the rest won’t...
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The Grave Beside The River.
Through song, I express the depth of my darkness … https://soundcloud.com/israfel/the-grave-beside-the-river Listen on Soundcloud.
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The never-ending funeral.
The silent, entering night rush o’er the rows of empty seats. From east; an uncontrolled frozen breath of air whistles—rushing by in a hurried motion only to prolong the rising of the wraith. A...
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The cabin and the ghost. (short story)
This cabin has its charms … I’d been here for at least five months. Here; the great realm of nothingness but mountain, moon, stars and forests. O’er to the left I had always noticed the shadow-shifts...
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The physicist and the artist.
“There is a certain element of history here, Raziel.” Fitz walked around and perched himself upon the edge of the steep cliff. “Here is where we’ll stay but I suspect there is an undertone of...
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Minds of power.
On thinking deeply o’er the course of my last few years of existence; I came to realize a lot of things. I am going to delve into discussing my views on writing, what held me back, and what got me to...
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Black and white versus color!
Speaking of imagery … here’s a project I did just to see if I could. Here is black and white versus colored. Black and white. Color:
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The Physicist and The Artist II
Chapter II “Where are we going to go?” Raziel asked while trying to keep up with an angry Fitz. Fitz just shrugged, and then grabbed Raziel’s hand; “Come on, just keep up for now, okay?” “But where are...
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Wolf’s Lake.
The cold, crisp early Spring’s air almost ripped the air from his lungs as Darrius began outside. Immediately; he noticed Mrs. Holworth and her mischievous 7 year old child Miranda across the street....
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Pour qui: ma mer belle.
Beneath a brilliant sky azure; there I gaily lie— when such a thought impure hath given me a teary eye, my hopeless thoughts of her;- of only her and I, were I always so serene, so troubl’d with the...
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