| | I've been writing more lately.
Poetry amongst other things.
A Fair Folk Secret
Beware who would a fair folk secret seek
For close and guarded we our mysteries keep
And know you this, who would here prey,
We may do more than lead astray.
Now if friend you are, then friend we'll be.
If neighbour-like... then neighbourly.
But univited take our gold...
And dross is all you'll find you hold.
For you, my friend, are Sunday's child,
While we are children born to wyld.
Thus our gold is of dreaming born
And never meant to see the morn.
For the player that played is then mortal struck.
Now giggling fool. Not mischevious Puck.
Unpicked by sun is our moonlit thread.
All masks removed, all costumes shed.
But patience my friend, night waits at the door,
Where dross will be gold, lies will be lore,
And a gateway of dreams will let into our land
Those who our stories, in part, understand.
There we our tales, shall tell once again.
And there shall we dance in the bright shining rain.
For we'll always have music, and games we can play,
Where we sing to the night and have our own day.
Though here's a warning, for those who pay heed,
Listen not for too long else a rescue you'll need.
So come bearing truth. Come to deceive.
What each one may give, may each likewise receive.
Comments/criticism welcome.
*Edit* What's with this posting to Facebook non-sense? If I wanted to be on facebook then I would be. I don't. I haven't ticked the box that says "publish this to my facebook profile" so why does it still try and not only force me to post this to facebook but also to sign up to facebook so it can follow through on it's manic desire to mainstream my life.
FUCK OFF WITH YOUR FUCKING PREDICTIVE EFFICIENCY BULLSHIT!
Hard as it may seem to accept, some of us actually know what we want at least some of the time and are actually capable of sorting it out ourselves.
And SHOCK HORROR! Sometimes it's not to join everyone else in the biggest herd we can find.
I've been with xanga since 2002 and I'm quite happy with this thank you so very fucking much.
Sometimes what I ask for is EXACTLY what I want.
No more, no less.
And some people wonder why I'm getting the fuck out of cities.
Now I understand that such options are useful and time saving for some people (quite likely the majority of people in some cases) but, much like predictive text, they often have a homogenising effect which I find actively and uncomfortably restrictive.
And I get doubly aggravated by such things when I have these things sprung on me with a faux cheery "Look how we're improving your life! See how much we love you! You specifically though we have no idea who you are! No really we care about you. Whoever you are. Unless you don't have a bank account..." attitude.
And even more so when I am either offered no chance to opt out of this cheerful cereal box toy style fascism or, as in this case, one that simply doesn't work.
Of course this has nothing to do with the amount of Port that I've drunk tonight or the fact that I'm purging frustration from my psyche.
Be well my friends, if well you would be.
Anatye, seere i taure.
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