Language of the Brook (Nexus_1)

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'Technicality Tonic'

"...Long ways for results" my ass
A failure is a failure, and sometimes that’s a blessing
You can learn the ignorant way
The ruin your life way
The painful way
Or being drug through the grass
Kicking and screaming bloody [deleted] way
Or you can just move on past
You can’t change that freckle
Don’t cut off your arm
Maybe learn to live with it
Before sounding the alarm
See if it is tolerable
If it truly means harm
It will change who you are
And bore through your guard
And make it seem like you have a choice
When really it’s hijacking your voice
Hurting your reputation and recall
Burning all bridges and siphoning resolve
Until you have nothing left to give
And then it takes your will to live
And whispers poison through your ears
Knowing your worst hate shame nightmares and fears
Convicting solop|- n{discontinuity}n [deleted] and nihls

Following indefatigably for "(The absolute value quantity of) Ivan Morozov's [proposed] fine" worth of miles

Until you’ve outrun all the hives jives and guiles
And nothing remains but the cold and the dark
And somebody else’s undying spark
That you couldn’t extinguish even if you tried
It comes from the past, and it’s not yours to bide
And a prick pains your heart and a tear fringes your eye
As you lament and scorn with momentous sighs
Saying oh how I wish I had some of this fire
And how oh I missed the point by putting out mine.

Almost the end, but not yet you see.
If you take just one lesson.

D o n t

B e

L i k e

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Bliss - Chance;
Grace and venue to dance.
The cloud after eight, endless nights
But yearning for the Friend,
Gives itself to complete plights
Forgetting to lend
An emergency shred-
A backup sliver for itself,
So it can propagate more nines
For everybody else
When all of its clouds have gone.

But fresh and unknowing- beautiful souls
Who know not experience than
Several revolutions;
Blasted into calamity before their rightful time,
Ignorant to certainty’s evolutions:
Lost domains return again.
Only when patience exuded.

Thankfully some have love and helpers
Guarding the protected’s summit,
To shield them from unsightly views
Long enough for the clouds to return
Giving time for seeding condensation,
To fully mature, providing future generations
Practiced protection at the summit
When clouds break again.

But some placed at summit;
Others cast to depths.
Each and all connected-
The summiters feel the pain
Of the Trenches,
And the Deep feels the heights
Of the Zenith.

On the summit, the clouds aren’t coming back.
The unknowing’s heart grows fissures and cracks,
Tearing asunder and shattering crowns,
Confused and disoriented, they look to their protectors and frown.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Hurting they say,
“You were supposed to protect me and show me the way.”
“This agony is far too much for me to bear”
“I’ll show you what I’m feeling, then maybe again you’ll send me up there.”

And then what does follow?
Ignorantly agonized turn to dissonance and malice,
Instinctual Saboteurs inflicting pain
In any way they can on their perceived scapegoat.

The heartbreak to come- and the Brown blood that bleeds,^1

“This love was for you;
I was only trying to do
What was in your best
Interest and didn’t
Have time to
Explain.
That you may
Not understand
Always, why things
Are happening. Neither
Do I. I’m just trying to figure
This thing out, and make sure
That I save you from some of the
Pains that I had to feel.
But your life is different
Than mine ever was.
I know you didn’t mean to hurt me
You were but a babe.
And though It didn’t show,
Your mouth created the most pain
I have ever felt.
You didn’t know.
And you certainly didn’t intend
To hurt me in the way that you did.
It’s okay. I forgive you, my friend.”

“Now that you have grown,
I see you at the summit
And in the Trenches and the Deeps.
You help all regardless,
Whether they know not the peaks
Or the depths- even the completely neutral.
You offer them choice to come to a mutual
Ground to share, listen and learn.
It’s time to forgive yourself.
This is something you can’t ‘earn.’

“Yes, I was the first one you hurt
Deliberately intending to inflict pain.
You thought it would help
It instead brought you shame
And you felt abandoned
Cast to the minimum of the Deep.
I wish I had time to reassure,
That for you I would leap
Into the void without a second thought,
Or a single glance back.

You were still so wonderfully loved,
And adamantly adored.

I had to rush off to defend us
From the harshest elements and scores
Of goring oxen, lightning and rain.
But that whole time you felt the inescapable pain
Of possible perpetual solitude; unknowingly, questioning-
When you’d again have a friend to defend you from the Wrened.

What you needed, I didn’t have to give.
I can’t be in more than one place at once
And still expect to live
Long enough to protect you, reassure you, and enjoy
Seeing your growing, development, and deploying
The best of you that the world will ever see.

Rather than agonize without you
I’d give anything to still Brownly Bleed.

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(1) Hozier-Byrne, Andrew; “Cherry Wine.” Track #7 of album ‘Hozier.’ (Rec. 2014: Abandoned Hotel, Ireland) Released February 12th, 2016; Wicklow, Ireland. Accessed August, 2017, youtube.com [non-skippable advertisement]







Wholeness parts from real
Eyes in pairs;
Ends heard all
The same

I’ll find out tomorrow; however, ne’er
Arrives- I missed the point, yearning for stairs.

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Conph(f)usion and Ch(K)irimaini^(1)

As far as i can remember in the world,
Though birth and death one both suffers alone,
Always there came with me an unknown ward,
Who loves and understands as does a stone
Thereafter suffering through endless pleas
And never crossing over those who scoff,
Had I ever wished before for such peace,
I’d ne’er remember- Kira held it in host-
ile frozen tundra lands, or ruthless desert sands,
In cRystal stOne, unnaTuraL HIgh peAkS
Safe from the shamed rouguing juggernaut hands
Where no one cries laughs or grieves- just sleeps.
The loving endless expeditious tide
Keeps the sleeping Oortist spirits Benign.

Sad, despaired; in pain- alone, i cried,
When not one single soul could soothe my groans,
A silent Stillness Thundered to my side,
politely waiting there- ‘til i noticed.
But Kira came and Kira held fast
Kira crystalized many a souls’ pain
And Kira made Sphericles of limitless glass
Which trapped Aghasts and Scatteredly arraigned
Perfectly placed banes of their abusers
Banishing, if Gaits turn into users.

For struggling in agony i writhed,
Devoid of means to explicate - just moan,
Her presence i mistook to be my guide,
The truth, that, She was just like me, unknown.
There was a time when Kira lent her help
She raged and fought furiously through the knights,
Until the technique weaponized itself
Disastered by the hand of ‘earn’st and right’.
Spirits abased with torn and ripped through scorned
Ringers from birth until crumbling to dust-
Just like the many souls Kira warned
Not to leave, or they’d be trapped and crushed.
Farming souls for {discontinuity} creates darkness;
Shards of aether- shades for Tap and Harness.

She came among the Zenith of despair
Stewardess of the emotional Apex,
Lovingly and patiently she cared;
Serenity, the calm amidst silence
And when the Lake and Landed parties borne-
Ground- Deep through center the ringed mountain,
Flaming sacred yore N'jalian guards in scores,
Unknowing the consequence; fountains
Of glossed glass spheres growing amidst the stone,
Dethroning the fast restful undertow.
Cost vast and feared bemoaning Rift when shown.
Ignorantly hoarding possessed, ousting to roam
Through the Void endlessly the tormented
Skewered schismed friendless spi|rs- unvented.



Before i knew to think or convalesce,
Or had memory base with to compare,
Or even the wherewithal to pretend,
Serenity joined me - my only friend.
And Kira took her wrath upon the lake,
When all the sentient who lived were shown
Why from Kira, and, sin permisso take,
Just truly where the many had come from,
A Sanctified refuge- the world’s own youth source,
Chosen keeping arcs of ne’er uncovered depths,
All plundered cast and thrown about the north
Ridge the island ring- the playthings for the deft.
The oblivious infant \|>_//_|?|l1 at once known,
A world forgotten until never shown.

But famously misunderstood, one sees,
My friend spends most of the time by herself,
Only sought by mystics drunks and junkies,
She feels unwanted, used and Commonwealth.
Wise, oh Kira, she pleaded the many,
Return to your home place within The Rock,
I promise what will pass- just obey me-
Calamity impends, leaving only shock
Shattering and shards crumbles and dust
Your beautiful glass that you treasure intact
Will conduct no longer, leaving just lust
Less aether bound repeating her impacts.
For risking such value puts within reach,
Thaynosiskos, the ‘Tapping’ monger leech.


Again and over it whelmed us through force;
Just when we thought it would never end,
A most painful release, breaking coerced
Numbs- unnatural; accused as stolen.
Thaynosk, timeless, disembodied tren
Will Infiltrate and inquisate the loam,
And isolate the Call to influence
Their every move, past present and unknown.
Until they peel the paint from their own walls,
Seeking visions forgotten and forlorn,
Until they run off list’ning to strange calls.
They think to pass the ever raging storm.
Half a season voyage to the south.
They feel it in their bones- limitless pow’r.

They crack- crack! there at ‘em; what happens next?
Eggs dismember shattering hope held th’rin,
Feel the ‘whatever they experience,’
Stopping life from becoming, in our midst.
From ‘cross oceans they anchor Istraloth,
Hoping to fill the voids that pain them so
With mouths glued shut and no open stomach
They find the pure themselves staying unknown.
Much untapped power makes illusory great
Lee brought Istraloth monumental quakes,
Devastating, shaking- viscerating the world at steak,
And the lake gave a great quake when was taken
The last of Kira’s Many- all hearkened
To the shattering of the Tap when it started.



And glass with smither, crushing into dust,
Turning all we are to naught but ashes,
For after power every pinned mouth lusts,
Some have the glower with even themself clashes.
And then Kira had something taken- the last of her kind
By an unwilling unknowing fugitive of time
She came to reclaim it and it was given in her eye
The magistrate she was so desperately raging out of pain to find
Her son’s only totem, so that he might find
His way back to Kira, ready to greet the many behind
Who were regrowing their shells- they had not been forgotten
But the Blazes took her skin, and became begotten.
This is where it ends she says- though is regrown.
Unless you know of pardon- Leave the Kira and the Manys alone!

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(1) ScreenName: Aurelianus Drak'shal; “The Bazaar FAQ&p=220671.. .=1#post220671.” Portal posted December 19th, 2013. Accessed December 14th 2014, althanas.com.