#lotr
Four hobbits are to do one thing...
Two flex and look commited.
Two whine, while clinging to a ring
They have been tasked to yeet!
How many hobbits must it take
To dispossess a nay-lord?
Up to what Gendalf can't forsake
Due to increasing payload.
I have become a tyrant beyond limits!
Man prostrates, elvish people begs.
Alas, I have a mortal weakness.
Short people with absurdly hairy legs.
There's nothing in this world beyond my power,
There's nothing in my sight beyond my grip.
But **** this helmet that resembles static tower.
I cannot register the men below 5 feet.
If only I could tilt my head a little,
I could have spotted little rascals go!
I could have stayed forever ancient evil
Whilst having healthy posture over all!
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 12:59 PM UTC
We press on forward, there is no going back,
with the menacing presence in our track
cut off we had just no other clear route...
In a desperate act we made our way
through the putrid stench, rot and decay
that embraced and hid us from the pursuit.
And though the Ring Wraiths roam the sky
the marsh did not betray us to scrying eyes
and our quest goes on though hanging by a thread.
We tread with caution among many plights
of this realm governed by entrancing lights -
as if revenants of the warriors long dead,
who haunt and taunt us with piercing stares
from every and all of the murky meres
like wet open graves scattered around.
The submission comes at a harrowing cost.
A moment of weakness and we'd be lost
to the enchanting spell of the drowned.
Their pale faces beyond the turbid shroud
either evil and grim, or fair and proud
all harbor a foul and twisted spark.
Long gone are the souls of both elves and men
Only these hungering husks now remain
On guard for a new prey in the dark.
Countless paths and yet just one leads out.
I'm being riddled with despair and doubt
as we're passing through the lasting haze;
in between the burden I barely abide.
and the uncertain whim of our guide,
will we ever emerge from this shifting maze?
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 6:33 AM UTC
Where would a Hobbit be,
struggling alone in his long quest,
without the second set of sturdy feet?
How could a Hobbit
stand a hope
had he to face the eerie taunting of the Ringwraiths,
the haunting, blazing evil gaze
on his own?
How could a Hobbit see
some good in the world,
something worth fighting for,
without those earnest eyes that
speak of stars, of tales that endure,
of light persisting, of promises pure?
And how is it possible for any man,
let alone a Hobbit,
to tread to Mordor’s smoking pit,
up to Mount Doom where nothing but shadow looms,
to bear the unbearable—
the One Ring that whispers its seduction,
too enticing, too powerful,
as to rule creatures and all—
without a friend against all enemies,
whose loyalty as deep as ancient roots?
Impossible. Unimaginable.
Yet however unlikely to win against the odds without aid,
the Hobbit shall stand and brave the gathering storm,
even if the fellowship ceases to exist,
for it’s the Masterful Weaver who holds fate’s thread,
He crafts a tale where heroes small find victory as He intends
No matter the trials, the losses, the cost,
the Hobbitses shall not be lost—
even in the sorrow of parting’s riposte.
Not all tears are evil, some guide to the Undying Lands
where peace harks and wounds find complete healing.
Dec 22, 2023
Dec 22, 2023 at 8:59 PM UTC
I am a prisoner to the rings magic,
As the elves sing a tale so tragic,
A fellowship of friends embark from the city of elves,
And on the path to a red glowing hell.
He gave me this ring with fear in his eyes,
A powerful magic that filled our heads with lies,
I must throw it into the fires of doom,
No matter the cost,
Leaving the shire, i must depart soon.
For I am a Baggins,
And we may wander,
But never get lost.
Look for me in the sky,
Look for me under the ground,
Look for me on the back of an eagle,
You will find me going westbound.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 7:31 AM UTC
Snowing in mountains
Howling wind answers to none
The lost ruins calls
Frozen time collapse
Sleeping child rests before Falls
Mirror lake commands
To see the unseen
Promise of first Autumn Moon
Shall show you the way
But beware, my friend
Inside the Mountain's stomach
Riches of sickness
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
You are precious to me.
Much like that fateful ring though, you bring me much pain.
How can someone that brings so much joy into my life bring me so much pain?
The same way the ring does of course.
Being with you is such a high
That being without you is worse than death.
I would do anything to keep you.
Not only that, but the ring desires its true owner,
All others are simply a temporary placeholder.
The trouble is, I know I'm not the final destination,
Which means it is only a matter of time until you will be gone forever, never to return.
Still, I would travel through Mordor for you,
Although I fear I won't be as fortunate as Frodo.
I would risk my life, go through all the pain.
All you have to do is ask.
The chance of me making it through this journey is probably about the same of Frodo succeeding without Sam's help;
It just ain't gonna happen.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
It's my day off
even-though so was yesterday I feel I deserve a rest.
I cleaned the washroom
I did my reading
I even exercised in the basement,
a little longer than usual.
Man am I great!
Then comes the lazy hesitance,
"this is not the end, begin."
Content with what I've done. I can do no more,
Well I could but I think I'll just play video games.
the lazy hesitance with a silent call a draw to do,
"one more thing"
Be wise with these urges it could steer me wrong, again!
But it says, "go out", not **** your neighbor.
The heavy lazy hesitance,
coupled with the silent push to do one more,
"just go out the door, just out the door that's all honest."
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
I dunno, should I go jogging?
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
A friend of mine asks,
“Why do you only ever write about romance lately?”
Well, the answer is quite simple, really. It is because I have tasted it.
I tasted it when my eyes first drank the light from his grace when he stood tall above me
His saturnine windows called out to me behind flesh curtains whenever he spoke, ever asking me to join him in his ecstasy
He, from a distance, darted towards me and pressed our sides together—letting myself melt in the velveteen touch of fabric skin
There was a shower of momentary light that night but only his radiance did I bask in.
I tasted it in the heart of the stone city where usurpers of old stood on polished stone
The Bulwark’s adobe reach embraced our reverie as memories from sleep stories become reality
He, in the confines of that venerable fortress, made me vulnerable for I was secure in his arms
His fingers are in between my own like woven mithril unbreakable lest he broke its bond himself
It is in this kingdom of carven stone and handmade walls that he sang of ardor with a dragon’s petrifying gaze.
I tasted it in yuletide storms where men and women waged war with happiness and grief
When the armies of pain and suffering fell at our clasped hands and cheeks red from amorous verve you said you were to journey home
But you did not let go of my grasp
With me you remained and in your arms I stayed
As the bitter winds of bigoted mouths blew, as the fire from damnation is declared by self-righteous souls, we stood fast in the storm.
I tasted it when he said our love he could no longer endure
There we sat, on a tarnished vehicle, as the last of our love gave into rust
What is frightening to me peeked from his saturnine eyes and he closed his curtains shut for the downpour of despondency was to come
We flooded our façades and the rivers quaked our emotional integrity
He held my hand for one final chance before we ripped our wrappings forever apart and he kissed me tender
Our lips made love—like the first they ever met in weathered heat—for the last time.
I tasted it when I told him “Just do so, when your appetite roars to love me again,” and until now I am waiting.
So, why do I ever only write about romance lately?
Well, the reason is quite complicated, really. But–but it is because I’ve tasted it.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
and isn't strange
that i'm sitting in my car
in a parking garage
thinking of you and missing
your stupid plumb apple face
or maybe it's carved from soap
or shaved glass
fragmented by pieces
collected in bindles
followed by bundles
of the joy i used to have
of the sleep i used to get
of the energy i used to take
and isn't it strange how
i have no desire to have you
all to myself for you are
an automous being that
breathes and thinks and acts
wholy different than me
but i can't help but miss you
and your kiwi colored eyes
with the seeds cut out
dipped in a ring of gold
and like smegal i yearn to
hold that precious ring of gold
in my shriveled hands
even though i know
it'll corrupt me
but i'm drawn to mordor
all the same
that's what it's like
missing you
wanting to go there
even when I shouldn't
and isn't it strange
that my world is shifting
complicit and complicated
a deficit of the senses
a pull from the void
a shake of the head
with such filigree i am sated
but blinded by such yearning
to touch your hot skin
feel it rest
against mine
again but
maybe i'm too addicted to sparks
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
In a hand
Soft and small
A deadly band
To rule them all
My Master calls
Please don't let go
From hand I fall
Must this be so?
Down I go
Through dark and deep
Towards fire
And never ending sleep
The fire, it melts
My soul destroyed
My hope is gone
Here comes the void
For ever and after
Thus we remain
My Master and I
No longer twain
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
In mighty kingdoms far away
Grew an elven king, stern and wise
Whose young daughter grew in the fields
with eyes as blue as the clearest skies
Elenir, was the daughters name
who danced amongst leaves like gold
whose laughter rang like a thousand bells
whose fair skin would never grow or old
There a traveller came from mountains
and lost, he wandered beneath the trees
he drank from nameless rivers
and voyaged across the savage seas
They met under the sheets of stars
as she saved him from himself
he touched her hair, felt her voice
and till death, he stayed with the elf
His human life frayed away
After a mere blink of years
She watched and stroked his aging face
and wiped away her tears
And when he passed, she could not bear
the pain that she felt inside
the once swaying trees that danced
felt empty, old and dried
She traveled up to the clifftops
Elenir cried her lovers name
She threw herself into the raging oceans
for her life was never the same
The elven king was despaired to see
the loss of his cherished daughter
He cursed the lands
Set fire blazing
and froze the wicked waters
He hide away his treasured kingdom
and watched as the world around him burned
His soldiers pleaded, his people begged
to not leave the world so spurned
But his heartbreak was too great to deal
The world fell into darkness
and with the once-beautiful Elenirs death
the skies grew black and starless
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
I leave this place.
The clouds of humiliation hang heavy,
drenching my naked skin.
The air damp with shame.
Looking back at the town
called worry and torment.
My naked form ridiculed and put in stocks
as the towns folk aimed their best.
My time was served
for no crime that I committed.
And I am now leaving.
To wander the hills and woodland once again.
To find my peace.
My rucksack now packed with my hopes,
like Lambas bread.
A small cake of it
would feed a grown man for a day,
even with a hard march ahead.
I know there are many in my bag.
Enough to last a lifetime.
My water skin filled with laughter,
drinking deeply to quench my thirst.
I know the clear springs I find
will fill my bottle to the brim.
My dreams are worn about me,
as the finest cloth,
To give me warmth at night
and to hide me from my foe.
Their colour indiscernible,
neither grey nor green.
The soft Hithlain hangs about my shoulders
clasped with a broach of comfort.
I wear my friendships under my garments,
keeping them close to my heart.
As strong as Mithril.
And just as beautiful.
My map shows the way to happiness,
just over the horizon.
Away from this town.
The sun shines through the trees,
showing me the way.
The only thing I can trust is that it will rise in the east
and will set in the west.
Everything else will be met with caution.
A lesson well learned.
My heart is light,
my mind clear,
I know the way ahead will be led
only by my own footsteps.
Walking barefoot to the new lands that await me.
Running,
happy,
waving my map...
I'M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!!!!
:O)
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
You wasn't there for me
In truth I don't make it easy
You wasn't there for me
In all honesty I didn't expect you to be
You wasn't there for me
And part of me really wished you woulda been
You wasn't there for me
But I'm starting to believe that I didn't need you to be
Cause when was you there for me?
When it suited your needs?
When was you there for me?
You wasn't
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
Swords flash with a mystical brilliance
For enemies, it only means demise
Bright blue eyes that look into the distance
Deep as the sea and bluer than the skies
Skin, like ivory, paler than the moon
Hair, that is almost like woven sunbeams
From light rose colored lips come Elven tunes
Perfect armor over his shoulders gleams
His aim is never off--he hits his mark
Whether it be enemies or my heart
There is no one sweeter--it flees--the dark
If ever we should meet, we would not part
This is Legolas, of the woodland realm
When I see him, my heart, he overwhelms.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
With a sigh you turn away
With a deepening heart
No more words to say
You will find that the world
Has changed forever
And the trees are now turning
From green to gold
And the sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you closer
Time and tide will sweep away.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
*This thing, all things devours; Birds, beasts, flowers
Gnaws iron, bites steel
Grinds hard stones to meal
Slays kings, ruins towns
And beats high mountains down.*
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC