Lovely Tune

I’ve got a lovely tune

That I want for you to hear

I’ve got a lovely tune

So tilt your head to hear

It starts a little soft

Like a whisper spoken to true love

Then it gets a little loud

What with rambling raucous that is a crowd

Then it settles down

Not too much you notice, just below the din

For this is family having dinner with all their kin

Then it gets softer yet the speed picks up a pace

As time and age does set it’s hands upon the lover’s face

Alas you see the speed you hear, it’s a ragged pace to keep

So it slows yet more as the lover goes to that final sleep

A mournful tune a mournful March

The end we all must meet

The tune though it doesn’t stop there you see

Nay it only slows to simply repeat

What’s it called? Well you see

You know it dear, you hear it everyday

It’s the tune we live this tune of mine

It’s life you see, a lovely tune and true at that

And it’s a tune that I shall keep

What do I know?

What do I know?

It’s a simple a question, asked and answered

Yet such a simple question brings such a doubt to the soul.

What do I know? Said in a certain way, in the right kind of tone.

Becomes an insult, to things I’ve yearned to write and show.

It’s true however, what do I know?

I barely know myself, I’ve yet decided if I am friend or foe.

I know my fear however, I know my sadness, my guilt and tears.

I know my paranoia, how I jump in the night, at any sudden sound that gift of fright.

I know my joys, in a certain way, some are light, able to be shared and see the day.

Some however, I’m still learning, some I’ve yet to know, still buried in those shadows inside my self, my hidden soul.

So yet some ask, what do I know?

To this I say, not much of yet, I’ve a lot learn, so I read for I’ve no way to leave

To travel and experience

To go and see

So they ask, what do I know?

I know little, for the world is wide, and filled with questions that rattle inside my mind.

I know enough to to know I’ve yet to know at all, who I am, and how it is I shall rise or fall.

I know enough to ask the questions I need, I know enough that my curiosity was planted long ago

A budding seed

So, I ask myself, what do I know?

Not enough yet, not near enough

I’ll never know enough.

Muse (Chained)

That muse of mine has been silent for a time

But no more

Chained to me, chained to this place I see

She’ll talk for sure

She’ll inspire me

Be it with blood, or glory to come

I’ll have a story from her lips

Something new, nothing old

Or else it’s time to leave her, my old muse

There in that darkness, that bitter cold

If that’s the case I’ll find something new

A muse that will speak, and speak to be heard

Not this weak willed thing that stutters and whispers

Incomplete tales and stories that could never be told

Busy Plans

Some college stuff to get done, and going into work soon but I’ll have a new post tonight I’m fairly sure. Also, feel free to find me on twitter @zip0186.

Some (hopefully) good news

Ok, I know I don’t have many followers, and I know I’m not the most active person on here but that is, mainly, because between work and school and I’ll admit, some down time, I just don’t have the time/motivation to do all I want. I’ve recently, due to college, had to cut back on some hours, now I’m thinking of picking them back up but I might wait a bit to get started on something I wanted to do and give a true attempt. A Patreon page, now if you don’t know what Patreon on is, go to to get started, cause its great. It helps artists/writers/musicians, creators really, do what they want and let the people that like what they are doing give them what they feel they should get for it, monetary wise anyway.

Now, nothing is going to change in my posting practices other than it will be more frequent. as I say on my patreon page, no one will be required to give me anything to read my writing, I’m not looking to make people buy my short stories and poems. I’m just asking for perhaps, a bit of help. Any amount (as long as its not under a dollar) helps, if you don’t feel you like my stories or that I’m not worth the money to you, go ahead and share my pages with people that might like them. Again though, I’ll be posting everything that I post on Patreon, here as well, so don’t go thinking/worrying that I’m going to get greedy all of a sudden and start hiding things from people, that’s not what I’m trying to do.

Also, I’ve a facebook page made for that as well, the patreon page is and the fb is feel free to look at either but know that I just started the patreon about, an hour ago, if that. There is only one story up, its a free pdf, and its probably not edited all that well I know and apologize but it is up for download! I’ll have a youtube video short up soon, as well as be doing some videos talking about a story idea and looking for ways (to be discussed in comments) on how to expand upon it or go further with! I hope you all enjoy, and if not the patreon I hope you stick around on my WordPress! Look forward to some more stories, I’ve got my muse, and my motivation, back!


ELITE (Intro Teaser) A combo magic/modern setting, this is the intro!

Elite, not a title, not a status. An organization, a mercenary band that will take, almost, any job, for the right price. Thrill seekers and paragons, heroes of the ages, all of them with skills, and abilities, so far beyond that of the normal soldier that they would be wasted inside a kingdom.

Working in groups of three they do work across the known realm, helping, or hindering, as the organization sees fit. All kingdoms they work for most follow the guild law, members are to be treated as member of a sovereign nations, nobles at that, and the guild must be notified on their capture.

Often as not the captured member are not even removed, or kicked out, but rather banned from taking jobs from those that caught them for a time being, effectively removing both the contractor they failed, and the possible, angered, party as ways to put coin in their pocket, and whatever friends these two may have.

However, even member of Elite have to start somewhere, from the bottom, or at least, what they consider the bottom. Every member has a test, every core decided on beforehand, if one fails, they all fail.  Each core given a name, and an emblem of varying crossed blades on a pattern specific to them.

The core that is in particular import, the one that is beginning, the core that starts with a brawl and ends with this invitation, well that core is…

The Devil’s Own, for they’ve his luck as it’s told, and their cross blades instead pitchforks, their symbol? Why, a horned skull with a golden tooth.

This is their story, their beginning, and, as it was said, it all started with a brawl.

I’ll be posting more of this later today, as for now, I’ve some things to get done elsewhere!