Monday, November 26, 2007

Part of the Problem or Part of the Solution. Choose.

Caring has its own true and simple magic.
Overflowing with the surprising release
Of pent up tension, strain, and disgrace
In your hidden corners of thoughts and heart
When you try to help another’s tears
Fall softer.
Yet there are still other tears
I turn away from.
Right or wrong, that is cold.
I just won’t fake hoping.
I have turned away from
Smiles, too.
Which is strange, and one of the many
Things I just don’t understand.
I know a few things.
And I see them stretch far into Time.
Endless truths, tumbling in the night.
I wish I could make things

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Thoughts on a Sunday

Big bad world out there didn’t get me this time.
Simple fun times and entertaining nothingness.
I have a creative itch that I am just not scratching.
Y’ know?
Can’t quite reach it.
So I am gonna keep on trying.
Even if it never gets got.
All the Cave is a stage. And each of us must Roll his part.

A sad Little Thing. Wish things had been better.
Funny, as that would probably make my view brighter.
Fucked up to say. Worse to feel.
Different good and bad for different folk.
I like being alone or being tired.
Others like noisy crowds.
I have troubles with buying milk.
Messsssssssed Up!

So, we all walk our own way, to nearly the same place
And we call it life.
As long as I get to listen to interesting sounds
And touch some Pleasures
Now and Then
Everything should end up about

Thursday, November 22, 2007

What can You say?


Thursday, November 15, 2007

Those Eyes...

The Wrong can draw and tease.
Temptations understood.
Succulent sin.
I feel violent.
Not in an angry way.
Just sort of Ready.
Which, of course, I’m not.
Not the tough guy,
Though I sometimes play one
On TV.
This urge is not just for
But more to make things
The way they are when
The situation is not safe
When the comfort level is gone
You have to react to changes.
Bad times.
Bad girls.
Bring ‘em on!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Take the All of It

Smiles break and tears dry up.
Too bad life can’t be all giggles.
Then again, maybe it is the rough spots
Making us tight and sad
That is the steady slow bass to our Song.
A friend cried today.
That happens more than I like.
Both this friend crying,
And crying done by friends.
I want to let them all know these are
The good times.
There are real sorrows out there.
Bloody, cruel, vile and Brutal.
Compared to that
My problems are sort of
So, I wait and I think.
I know all is good,
Getting better, too.
But how to share this certainty?

Sunday, November 11, 2007

We hopefully will never know, and We can Never Forget.

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you’ll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you’ll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I’ve watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There’s so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it’s written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

New from Old

It doesn’t fade, it can’t leave.
It always tears. Burns.
Swollen built up torn requiem-esque
Crumbled and burnt bits of lost hearted
Faded knowledge poetry failing
To encompass the little things and
All that jazz.
That beat. I hear it and feel it.
That tickle, that dare.
Fun is just right there.
All its special oblivion.
With its comforting indifference.
I found out that I am not as smart
As I thought I was.
I am not as lucky
Or as fortunate
Or even as Cool.
And that is fine.
That is good.
As long as it is real.
I just want to see reality.
Breaking like a sunset.
And try to smile at those I love.
While forgetting the things
Which never really
Now, if you will excuse me,
I think I have some pressing matters
At hand.
I have to welcome the Future.
Congratulations, sexy.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Beware of Diamond-Eyed Dwarves.

“Through the wasted lands you have traveled, and now stand before the lost Tower of the Fey Lords. You know the vile cult of Zygoth performs sinister works in the ancient dungeons below to awaken the horrid Gilliock. There is no time to waste or to rest. With grim determination your band readies themselves to delve the dangers below.”
Roll initiative.

Are you as excited as I am?!
Today, Saturday, November the 3rd, is World Wide Dungeons and Dragons Day.
In basements and game shops all across the globe, people will meet, armed with lucky dice, beloved PC Sheets, munchies and the shared experience of stepping into another land. Adventure and Imagination will fill their minds with fantastical vistas to explore and challenges to overcome. Then all hell will break loose!
I started playing a Lonnnnnng time ago. 27 years. That is a hell of a lot of Attack Rolls!
It is like push-ups for the Brain, mixed with the best action movies or fantasy books, mixed with joking around with your buddies, mixed with crack. Hee hee.

As I DM I have had the pleasure of having some amazing players over the decades;
Mike (What can I say? Loves and plays the game like no other I have seen)
Dev (There at the start. Can still Roll with the best of them.)
Gary (Two Handed swords, Sneak Attack dice, and gaming around the world!)
Bud (You can never really guess just what he’ll do in any situation…)
Chris (Hope the Dice roll lucky up there in the Big Game in the Sky, missed friend)
Neil (I think he just loves to kill everything. Especially Hooter’s characters!)
Hooter (He dreams so big that even his PCs couldn’t believe it!)
Rob (You just can’t get him to give up. Ever.)
Matt (“Lizard men…” Still willing to mix it up with the Monsters!)
Jon (Gung-ho to play every time. Still! Got to tip my hat to him)
Hib (All he ever needed was a whispering sword and he’d find loads of trouble)
Tarso (Seems to always know what I’m going to do. Stopped us from laughing at bards)
Corey (Used to be a jock. Now cross-classed Jock-Gamer! Always ready to Roll!)
Ick (heheheh. I’ll sum it up with Zug Zug!! Positivity and curiosity)
Gump (Old school. Will tell you stories of pre-THACO and Henchmen galore!)
Chappy (Walked right in and kicked ass with his WoW training!)
Potter (Back in the day and to the present, always has been a gamer!)
Dave (Another guy that thinks way outside the box, and so is always a surprise)
Clarkie (has almost a little too much fun sometimes. Ha ha! Wish he could play more)
Luca (Gamer to be! Already has his own dice!)
Melanie (Maybe not the best tactical gamer, but loads of enthusiasm. And, well, cute!)
Scotty (Kicked ass, either side of the DM screen, and wielded the Hammer of Smashy)
Eddy (A while back, deep into the Dice. Some great drawn out fights and stories.)
Pepe (heheheh “I kill you”. Don’t let this guy buy drinks at a tavern. Trust me.)
Mike (the other one. Francis. Got me into the Game. Well, something like it!)
Jeff (So many downloads and so many ideas. Join or Die? He joined.)

There have also been, rumored or authenticated, a bunch of celebrity gamers noted over the years. It is funny to think of, say, Mike Myers or Vin Diesel throwing away that d20 that has failed one too many times as, say, Marilyn Manson laughed and added fifteen more orc counters to the game board (with Will Wheaton asking about what spells he can cast and Eddie Izzard yelling from the kitchen to see if anyone wanted a Mountain Dew).
The little game that grew has had its rough points, when it was hunted and demonized. There were times when it seemed to be fading. But we, gamers, never worried. It has spread, changed and endured. Great saves.
D&D has been a big part of my life, now that I think about it. My best friends and some of my best times have been involved with the game. Hee hee. Even romance! Ha! I have played in many parts of the world, and in strange places, with so many different types of people. Hell, I met the man. Gary Gygax.
Almost three decades of DMing.
Hundreds of games.
Thousands of Dice Rolls.
And a million smiles.