Left Eating Shadows

Left left eating shadows, laughing most hollow dark of the dungeon the colourless void alone in the dark without earthly light the darkness is fell an adequate feast food for the lonely a pitcher of void a whirlwind to reap — repast of the air — filled by the empty hungered in darkness

Right and sipping the night, he tastes lack of light a good snack to chew; it's "champion stew" yet flavours of joy he still will enjoy; yet starlight still shines upon which he dines in dinner for one: his cup's overrun he'll spoon up with zeal so scrumptious a meal the banquet complete this soul lies replete

A Depressive Dig

Now, who could say what darkness lies within

The damnéd core of one lost human heart?

This soul in hellfire burns, but not for sin;

The mortal form has seized this fairer part.

The clods of lightless poison, dim-lit slime,

Surround the sight and choke the ears with hate

And force the mind forget the march of time

And surge with sting and ache that shan’t abate.

So shall this be, save I should harrow up

This misty mud that churns oblivion

And dig, and swim, sink through this bitter cup

To find what bedrock all this lies upon

I’ve peace, because beneath all this filth lies

Eternal, golden hope that never dies.

- TAB III. My poem, not yours. Grr.

P.S. As I will continue to say with any and all poems I may write on here, please do not steal this. If you like it and for some reason want to do something with it, please contact me and ask permission first.

And, if you want to know the events in my life that inspired me to write this poem in the first place...

Somniferous Sonnet to the Sleepless

If anybody knows the artist of this picture,
please let me know, so I can give credit.

Nocturnal conversations with the stars
Too seldom send the weary spirit sleep
And meditating on thy heart-borne scars
But lets thy thoughts of pain, not dreams, be deep
And should thy waking eyes seek to perceive
An absent treasure, like a golden fleece
Thy healing dies with dreams thou shan't receive;
Sans thy consent, not even gods grant peace
But would it be too bold of me to ask
Dear Morpheus to smite thee with sweet dream?
Or plead good Artemis permit thee bask
In pale recourse of comforting moonbeam?
Now rest thy head, and further rest thy soul;
A watch I'll keep, whilst sleeping makes thee whole

- TAB III



I did say I was thinking of posting more poetry onto this blog. I don't know if I'll do this again anytime soon; I'm still struggling to figure out what exactly people on the Internet are willing to read. But there you go — a Shakespearean (English) style sonnet about insomnia. Write what you know, after all. Heh.

P.S. Don't you dare try to steal this and claim it as yours. If you like this poem, well, thanks. If for some reason you want to post it somewhere, please contact me and ask permission first.

I will tell you straight-off that I don't want it plastered onto a generic pretty background and turned into a meme that floats around Tumblr or Pinterest or such, so don't ask.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy it. Have a nice day, and sleep well. As long as you're not operating heavy machinery or something.

¡Chao por el momento!

Violent Video Games and Choosing Christ

I have a question. Well, actually, it was handed to me, but that means that I have it all the same.

(Isn't metaphysical figurative speech fun? Hee hee.)

The question that was handed to me went as follows:

(Yes, I know there's a typo. Please don't bother me, or KiteTales about it. Typos happen.)

Oh, hey! That's me! Well, not exclusively me, as you can see from the 61 Likes, 25 Retweets, and 51 replies at the time I came across this Tweet. Still, I thought I would volunteer to help respond.

The follow-up and my response looked sort of like this:

Complete with my fake user name and fake Twitter handle! Ha ha, you guys still don't get to know my real name. Not until I decide that I'm ok with giving that out. Someday. Maybe. Or not.

And... here we are, doing that! ¡Maravilloso!

Now, if you don't know who KiteTales is, that won't make a difference as far as understanding what I'm about to say. But I also say, you should go watch and consider subscribing to her channel that she shares on YouTube, with a guy named Flex. (As you can tell, I'm all about giving out people's real names on this blog.) I'm not saying that because they're paying me to say that, or even because they feel the need for more subscribers; I just think you might like some of the videos they make. Maybe you'll join the very vocal group of viewers who continually want to know when the next episode of Amiibo Life will be finished. Who knows?

The link is here, by the way: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2CsoZoHmPHv7q8Vea6IliQ

My favourite song by this band is called, "Hyut! Hya! Ha!"

And Link is here, by the way. →

But anyway, that was the question today: As a Christian who plays video games, do I feel that viewing violent media contradicts the kind of life that I promise to live?

If you want the "tl;dr"* answer, you can go with what my Tweet said: "Not necessarily."

But if you want to learn something today, and you're not afraid of writings that are longer than five paragraphs, then let us descend past that jump break!

If I Wrote the Book of Mormon — Moroni 7

Top o' th'...

...Darn it. When you're not having a conversation with someone in real time, you can't exactly wish them a "top o' th' mornin'." I mean, heck, it isn't even morning over here right now, not to mention that I don't know what time zone you're reading this from, either.

Alas and forsoothishly alack, and etc.

Right. Anyway, I don't need to go into a deep explanation about this post, if you read its predecessor. If by chance you didn't, here you go; click here to read that one first.

Or, if you want the short of it: I really like a book called the Book of Mormon. I'd like you to try reading it, so you can see for yourself why I like it. It's not always easy to read, though, partly because it uses an English format we haven't used for over a century. So here is how I would paraphrase one of these chapters in my own writing voice. That way, you can see (more or less) how someone in the 21st century would write the same things.

I chose to write about this chapter not only because it is one of my favourite chapters in the book, but also because I think it offers some indispensable guidance about... well, actually, guidance about literally anything, once you understand what everything here means.

And with that spectacular build-up, off you go. Have fun, folks. 😇

P.S. It is helpful to know some of the historical context to this chapter, but you will still understand this chapter even if you don't. If you do want to learn more about the context, I'll drop you a link at the bottom of this post. Until then, though, have fun folks. "😇" < once more.

Moroni, Chapter 7
Hello again. It's Moroni. That hasn't changed since last time I wrote here.