Saint Patricks's Day for a Poem,

Today as you surely know is Saint Patrick's Day. Since I know it too I have been eating unconditional amounts of scones and listening to U.K music (Saint Patrick was English you know). Also I decided to write a brief three page (I hear you James!) poem about Saint Patrick.

Unlike my other poems I've so far posted which have been decidedly "Free Verse" (which is by the way a style of poetry, T.S Eliot used it as many modern poets do) granted this was because I was to lazy to study a certain style and then implement it. Looking up styles I finally settled on making my own, a loose style that is so...

4 lines,
First two lines have same starting word, and have 2-3 similar and/or opposite words.
Second two lines are total free verse but can adhere to same code, or have a slight twist on it.
Something to note, this style works a whole lot better on abstract things, rather then objects.
S= Similar
O= Opposite

Example:

Blue Train(S), is like menial(O),
Blue Locomotive(S), is like noble(O),
Please Train save my bitter Balrog,
I pray O' Hybrid Car of Hydrogen, courage for this fall,

(Then next line and so on...)

So that's the basic style, but the order of lines and such is like this...

As many basic lines as you want, then have a total free verse four lines.
Then have a twelve free verse line, except for last five lines of the twelve lines. Do a basic four line there except insert a line between the two line halves.

Then give it another free verse four lines together, then a final one line free verse which deals with the title of the Poem. Reading the poem should help clear up what I mean. I'm sure I'll improve the style a bit, and as always please give me your opinion. Thanks and enjoy! Oh', by the way, the poem is about the life of Saint Patrick, and if you haven't researched it you probably won't know what I'm talking about. Sorry :(. If you are interesting in the true life of Patrick then I can say "Let me die in Ireland" is great. Not the best writing, but its fiction, so its easier to get through. Its also relatively short. I haven't been able to find it though... and I don't remember the writers' name, but a google search *should* get you details on it.

Ok, here it is, and please leave comments! And lastly... I got sick the last two days, so sadly (and as many I'm sure expected) it will not be done today. Monday or Tuesday sound likely though. I plan on finishing the writing tonight and (so it will be *done* on Saint Patrick's Day!) edit it over the next one or two days. OK, sorry rambling really bad now, here you go...

Hero;

A Roman name given him at birth,
A Irish name given to him at truth,
He lived with shattered faith,
The hope lost at religion,

These shuttered hard, don’t weep,
These shuttered weak, weep please,
What hope is there when he falls with the child,
When the eldest is the youngest,

Crime committed, tears not shed,
Crime committed, smile not relinquished,
Do not blame, do not fret to judge,
Noble as peasant, as menial was thought so cruelly,

Barbarians saved the soul, sinful
Barbarians saved the flesh, sinless
Menial to be,
Noble to lose,

Truth meant something now
Truth meant nothing then
Flee, don’t curse the dark, flee
Find the shore, naïve as fool, redeemed yet free

Serve pain and lose, lose to man
Serve pain and gain, gain to divine
Land in Barbarian lands,
Flee them in redemption now,

Hope found, he believed
Hope lost, Albion faithless
Broken, cursed, vanity is their breath,
Forgotten sins, repented, learned, forgot

Faith renewed him,
Faith broke them,
Reunion for a moment,
Visions for a lifetime,

Sought out, taught
Sought out, learned
Politics, weary of the cowards
Barbarians, blood lusted, cleansing lusting,
Are you numb Albion, comfortably numb,
Are you lost Britannia, wander lusting,
I tried to restore the faith,
God tried to help you my people,

Grant me this wish my elders,
Grant me this quest my teachers,
Believe again, believe me I have seen,
Believe in Christ, believe me I have felt,

Years spent, time wasted,
Years consumed, time learning,
Ready, faith guard, anger gone,
Ready, hope gone, lust guard,

Trust Broken, foolish betrayed,
Trust Shattered, wise trusted,
Prestige was his highest wish,
Souls was mine,

Wait, so long, so bitterly,
Wait, so reverently, so weakly,
Heroes, always hated,
Heroes, always fallen,

The world has broken,
The world has reborn,
Civilization has fallen,
Barbarianism has risen,

Darkness now rages,
Darkness now lost,
Vision ended, souls costs,
Forgotten in turmoil, all but perfectly lost,

Maybe I’m wrong, doubt the vision of message,
Maybe I’m right, believe the vision of deliverance,
When is my time O’ Lord,
When is my hope O’ Christ,

Now Hero,
Now Prophet,
We have given permission, quest forever, die forgotten,
We have cursed you, quest never, never again in Albion,

Rejected by country, by colleagues, by own people,
Rejected by church, by code, by own teachers,
Gone to Irene, finally back,
Gone to Hibernia, always there,

Let me live here, praised yet ridiculed,
Let me die here, forgotten yet remembered,
Hope given to the younger, hear their words,
Tradition binding the elder, hear their cries,

Gold bought passage to souls,
Gold purchased the price of souls,
Yet gold would not redeem them,
Yet gold did not save them,

Followed, believed, so many now free,
Forgotten, distrusted, so many now bound,
Years of waiting now passed,
Months of serving now spent,

Lay to rest, fallen in mere earth dwelling,
The stone to start an avalanche, success,
They had been lost,
He had shown them the truth,
God had shown them redemption,
Remembered now in carven stone,
In inscription of well, water flowing,
Sin of youth now cleansed,
Sin of aged now forgiven,
Death has no sting,
Remembered now in drunken revelry,
Remembered now in few truths,

Patron of forgotten land, forgotten Hero,
Inspiration of hope, forgotten Hero,
Things set new, from things long old,
Rebirth in legend, in poem, in remembrance of all,

Remember the perfectly lost Hero,

Christian, P.C

Happy Saint Patrick's Day Friends,

Hey,

Hey folks, fans, and non-alcoholic beverages!

I know what your thinking, its really *not* coming out this friday, I mean Christian will *never* finish a book. Or maybe that's what I'm telling myself :P In a sense yeah, but "Poet: Dragon Marked, Damned to the Light, Nevermore In Falling" is coming out!!!! Its my short story (as my previous shorty story became a short novel) set about 10000 years prior to Seventh Hope. Be the way, I keep catching flak for the name Seventh Hope, (talking to you Matthew!!!) Seventh Hope is a term of endearment, such as Dear, Honey, Sweetheart. Excluding the "Poet" series my names are based on abstract aspects of the overall mythology, so yeah weird names.

Yes, Poet has logical names like Dragon Marked, Damned to The Light, Nevermore In Falling. Or Foundation of a Legend, Foundation of Souls which is chapter 4 of the series.

Anyway, expect this epic this Friday... I can't believe its all must done!!!

Something to Think On...

Some times you just have to close your eyes to hear the music, sometimes you just have to be silent to speak the truth, sometimes you just need to let go and give your self a chance to believe...

A Preparation for Heaven: Part 1/3

Well, I'm hoping I'll have The Poet: Chapter 3: Ascension by Wednesday Night or Thursday Morning, fully edited, and ready to be published :) Well maybe not published, but in its final version, this means I'll have a very hard three days a head of me. Thats a cue to start those prayers for divine strength.

In the mean time, every day (hopefully) I'll be here with what page I'm at and far more importantly some background history and stuff to prepare you for the book. Its not that the book won't have explanations in it, but not to pat myself on my back... my world is massive! From Shadows, Rose Knights, Shan'tarin, and Frost Drakes it takes the variety of D&D and polishes it without losing the awesome amount of content, and then it slaps a Tolkien and myriad of other influences and mashes them into a paste to coat over it all. Yes the Trollkin dress similar to Wraiths in Stargate: Atlantis, and then C. S Lewis with talking animals, Legend of Zelda: with Navie (Alpha is loosely based on her) then everything else from the Heroes games (Creature Design) to English Gentlemen of the 18 century for Timin O'donnel.
It goes on, but man I'm ranting so here is part 1 of 3 of the Preparation of Heaven...

History:
Long ago, so long ago that even the eldest of the first years of are world can't remember seven worlds existed, each one supported the first of the human race. Their creator was Diu, the High God, the Lord of Harmony.
The seventh world he named Heaven, and took it as his throne in his new universe.
And there he created the Immortal Angli (Silver-Hand(Based on Welsh) for Divine One) his servants, desiring mortal servants he created the first races, the Fore Races as they became known.
Terran, Sidhe, Nelia'aylia, Dimidium(Comprising both Wee-Folk and Boulge(Silver Hand)), Shan'tarin, Shadow(Unknown), and Dragons. Andras Destran Lord Captain of the Angli host and second only to Diu saw the handy craft of Diu, and he secretly believed he could improve upon what he had done, especially the Terran, who didn't have many of the gifts given to the other races.
Thus Andras secretly started delving into Necromancy, the practice of using the Element of Darkness to reanimate the dead.
But at this time death did not exist in Heaven, but while Andras whiled away his years mastering the dark arts Diu had created another dimension to the world of Heaven, the Nameless Plane, the Second-Fold as it would be later called by some, but most merely knew it as Heaven, though not Heaven True. Here he created the lesser Races, Griffins, Unicorns, and all the beast-like but possessed of soul creatures.
He saw he had created the Dragons to rule and be not equals with the other races, thus he set them as rulers over Second-Fold.
In the Second-Fold death did exist, but none of the creatures there knew sin, and they died and lived with impunity.
Andras now had perfected what he thought to be the 'cure' to the Terran or Human as they called themselves now, he would slay them then resurrect them and rework their very being granting them immortality and powers beyond any of the other races, for Andras liked the Terran, but disliked the Sidhe above all.
When the world was created each race was created with one male and one female, but a few years later four more of each race were created, two male and two female.
Adamae was the first Terran, and he was appointed by Diu (for Diu intended the Terran to be the dominate race) as Lord over the mortal portion of Heaven, the two other mortal men were to be his High Captains, their names were Shael and Valuan.
In Adamae Andras saw his first subject to be reworked by his magic.
Adamae was proud having been given control of the whole of mortality, and he said to himself that he deserved even more control instead, as he surmised, a puppet on the string controlled by Diu. Thus when Andras came to him in secret and used his pure charisma to convince him to join him in the cleansing of his race he willing joined to gain immortality through the dark arts.
Adamae was transformed by Andras, his first follower to an unknown goal, yet soon Shael and Valuan followed in step having their own goals.
But Diu saw Andras transforming his chosen people into dark creatures, which Andras thought were stronger. Even though the transformation was successful though Andras had only started the study of his dark craft and many ill side affects occurred, Adamae and his kin now appeared like corpses for though Andras could bring them back to this plane of existence he could not restore the spark of life that made things grow and truly live, thus they remained pale yet still their earthly handsome looks remained, a mix between Human and Dead, noble in their own right, handsome in their strange way, but hideous and disgusting.
They also could not stand the Light which shunned their new dark forms, they couldn't sire children, and they could only remain in there physical form if they took the life blood from other creatures or through sources of innate power such as The Bitter Falls.
Diu saw how his High Captain had betrayed him and prepared to confront Andras and intended to banish him from Heaven.
Andras saw the intent of Diu and knew he was far from the perfection state he would create for Humanity, and his hatred for Diu disturbing his work and intent of exiling him and rejecting him lashed out as he used his new puppets Adamae, Shael, and Valuan who's lives were now hinged on the wishes of the Angli to gather all the Terran and other races, and all joined the new Dark Lord in his cause to destroy Diu and take his throne. All joined, save the Shan'tarin, and Nelia'aylia who sided with Diu.
And Andras set about teaching the Humans and Sidhe how to use the Elements as he did to create and destroy, but with only limited success. He did however form many of the Humans into Fampir(Welsh), as he named the transformed humans.
And drawing all his supporters among the Angli Andras set out with his army to the capital city and high throne of Heaven, Celestial, and attacked it.
The remaining Angli though still outnumbered Andras's, though Andras had the mortals, but Diu the Shan'tarin and Nelia'aylia to which both he had taught and granted some of them the use of the Elements to use in the defense of Heaven.
Battle ensued and a short bitter war erupted, and in a single battle Andras was defeated, he stood on the Hill of Stars and battled with Diu with his sword he had renamed 'n grai Archeba which meant in Silver Hand, New Order. But he was resisted by the immortal sword Amilian and wielded by Diu Andras was cast down to the lowest plane of Heaven, the third realm.
It is called Awen, the underworld, the place of darkness.
The other races were banished for their sin to the Second-Fold, the Nelia'aylia and Shan'tarin though they did not sin, sin had been introduced by Andras to Heaven, thus the mortal races couldn't exist in Heaven, but Diu promised a way to return... one day...
And in Awen far from the Light of Heaven or even the Second-Fold Andras sat on his new dark throne in Awen, his fellow traitor Angli with him, and he planned to return...

The Blood Prophecy

From the oldest blood, the first born in this world...
A warrior, a king, shall rise...
From the beginning of time they were blessed, they were cursed...
It shall begin with a Poet, a writer...
And it shall end with their last blood on the altar of this world...

Written by an unknown hand, in an unknown year...

Oh! Gravity.

Oh! Gravity.

Wait... I already said that didn't I? Switchfoot came out with a new album named, yes you guessed it, "Oh! Gravity." Now, this is a strange name for an album eh'? Well, we have "The Legend of Chin", "New Way to Be Human", "Learning to Breath", "The Beautiful Letdown", and "Nothing is Sound", as their previous albums so its *not* that weird, at least innately :P that was supposed to be funny because it made no sense... never mind...

Yet one thing is wrong here...

One innate (that word keeps popping up) fact in the name of this new album that defies the innate (What the Awen! It happened again...) rules of Switchfootery... do you see it too mortal? Does it make your mind pulse with pain imagining what deluded fool of a Bantha would ever do this? (Scratch that)

Well, look closely at the titles, each are typed exactly as they should be, notice though that in the title of "Oh! Gravity." There is a period at the end! What is that doing there? Like every album of anything has *no* period, exclamation point, or even a question mark, yet this one does? Awen, makes my head quake with divine pain, hmmmmm.... or maybe undivine pain?

Well, you figure it out why, awesome album though, by the way Switchfoot is touring down here and is going to the House of Blues in march, sweet! Tickets are 24$ a person, and its open to all ages.

By the way, Awen is the Celtic word for the Underworld, just so you don't think I'm some kind of pervert, ok just wanted to clear that up...

Later folks,

P.S) Watch out for Trollkin

A Quote...

"Alone We Stand, The Remnant of the Faith that Brought us Here, yet We Stand None the Less..." The Prophet, The Wanderer of Ages...