I have finalized the First House Flag -- it's the a representation of the Sun
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Dream Poem circa 1986
I was cleaning out some files and I found this poem I wrote on October 8th 1986. I have no idea what inspired me but I am sure it was based on some dream I had its possible I wrote it down after waking up anyway that's how I'd like to explain its poor structure. It was typed so I had to hand write it before typing up. I had a typewriter back then it was still close enough to my time in High School my parents spent money to get me a typewriter as part of a silly requirement that my school had about reports being typed all in an attempt to get us ready for real world experiences. Now days its an equivalent to having a lap top for school purposes.
1986 would have put me 2 years after High School in Billings Montana.
I posting it I was very tempted to re-write it's not a perfect poem but typical of some of my writing style.
The poem is titled
"Dream"
As shadows creep and night draws near,
the thought of sleep, I dread with fear.
I toss, then turn and hide in fright
in hopes that things will be all right.
Strange how it seems to be,
forcefully, yet somewhat free.
Its vast and wild like the sea,
with tides that rush up towards me.
In its wake I him say,
I dare you to find me come this way.
From where I stand I hear him call
Find me find me take this hall.
I start my journey don the way.
knowing not what to do expect or say.
Such sights and sounds I've heard before,
as I walk and talk on a moving floor.
This place takes and fouls up acts,
turning truth to lies and lies to facts.
I feel colors black and red,
I hear images that fill my head.
So unusual is this place
somewhere between time and space.
I turn to run in fear of all,
but alas I stumble, trip then fall.
Splashing by me like days long gone,
I hear thinks like the dawn.
Again I hear his beckoning call,
causing my voice to shutter and stall
I call out to him and say,
please take me all the way.
Suddenly I find my lot
he's wearing everything, something not
He turns to me if to say
try me try me please do stay.
Now my dream starts fading fast,
showing me a future and then my past.
I cry out loud trying to make it all last,
as I I try to make one more pass.
Like the noise of a shattering mirror,
I'm drained of all my fear.
I lie awake in my bed,
trying to remember where my dreams had me led.
1986 would have put me 2 years after High School in Billings Montana.
I posting it I was very tempted to re-write it's not a perfect poem but typical of some of my writing style.
The poem is titled
"Dream"
As shadows creep and night draws near,
the thought of sleep, I dread with fear.
I toss, then turn and hide in fright
in hopes that things will be all right.
Strange how it seems to be,
forcefully, yet somewhat free.
Its vast and wild like the sea,
with tides that rush up towards me.
In its wake I him say,
I dare you to find me come this way.
From where I stand I hear him call
Find me find me take this hall.
I start my journey don the way.
knowing not what to do expect or say.
Such sights and sounds I've heard before,
as I walk and talk on a moving floor.
This place takes and fouls up acts,
turning truth to lies and lies to facts.
I feel colors black and red,
I hear images that fill my head.
So unusual is this place
somewhere between time and space.
I turn to run in fear of all,
but alas I stumble, trip then fall.
Splashing by me like days long gone,
I hear thinks like the dawn.
Again I hear his beckoning call,
causing my voice to shutter and stall
I call out to him and say,
please take me all the way.
Suddenly I find my lot
he's wearing everything, something not
He turns to me if to say
try me try me please do stay.
Now my dream starts fading fast,
showing me a future and then my past.
I cry out loud trying to make it all last,
as I I try to make one more pass.
Like the noise of a shattering mirror,
I'm drained of all my fear.
I lie awake in my bed,
trying to remember where my dreams had me led.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Fae House Flag #4
Here is the 4th Fae House Flag.. Counting from top to bottom large circular hoop is #1 to small circular hoop which is #2 then back to the smaller triangle which has 3 sides and is #3 then go to the inverted square which has four sides this finishes the counting sequence to the #4 hence the 4th Fae House Flag. The pole is metal and when placed into the ground the wind can catch the green maple seed allowing the seed to spin as of yet this is the first house yet to incorporate a visual cue that goes beyond the flapping movement the flag would make when the wind blows on the flag fabric.
One can click on the image to have it enlarged for a more detailed inspection.
Καλλιόπη ( Calliope ) spurred the addition of the maple seed in a dream of fantastic color and sound.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Fae # Six
The Royal house also modified the number six adding a golden hue to the area. Realizing that carved or non colored versions might not be able solve all confusing issues that might still arise, the Fae number one has the silver arc which would easier to represented both in carved or other non-colored version.
The golden hue mirrors the golden hue that is apparent on the Royal House flag in the same quadrant which is on the right side.
Fae # One
I have finally resolved the similarities to Fae number One and Six. The Royal House added the silver shading arc to the number one changing the look of the numbering system. This allows for non colored version to show the arc which would indicate to the user or reader that the number one was being represented . The Silver hue also is on the left hand side as apparent in the Royal House flag as well.
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