Its Life
-Arden Randall-
Cherish the moments.
The rainbow sparkle of the sun off morning dew.
The faint pleasure of the sweet smell of a rose
or the longing scent of jasmine
as the wind caresses your cheek.
Think of the pleasures.
The feel of her warm, soft skin.
The smile as she looks at you.
The small things she does,
the love in her eyes.
Look back at what has been
and what could be what will be.
Too many times we do not stop
in the now and appreciate the present.
Why will my hands not type?
Why will my voice not speak?
The body fails, it may cease to obey
but I am here. I think. I know.
The way people look,
the s
Alexander Slept Here
-Arden Randall-
Star struck comet streaks across the sky,
To die and burn out long before its time.
The brief glimpse of greatness
lighting the hearts and minds
of those that remain behind.
Live long, great sprit.
You are not forgotten.
You can never be lost now.
You are of the ages and
passed into loving memory,
Inspiring those that follow.
To dream
To be.
To go beyond what others have before,
To follow the steps of the great Alexander.
To dream
To exist,
and pass on to all, that burning spirit
to march and sail beyond the known edges.
Of life.
Of living
the dreams and hopes we have before our
To the right was dried wood and to the
left were clay jars, one with the top open. She peered inside at the
dark thick mass inside. "Pitch."
"Ok, so I start a fire."
When it was burning bright and her coat was almost dry, she turned to
her backpack. "What else did you pack, trickster?" She opened and
unrolled it. Three large seeds from The Great Tree were there. She sat
them aside wondering on that one.
Gramma's comb. She smiled. remembering all the times she had combed
Gramma's hair. Sometimes they would chat or she would teach.
Mina
By: Arden Randall
"Mina."
"Wake up little sleepy whiskers!"
A small nose peeked out from under the sleepcovers a lump moved under
them.
"Do you remember what day this is?"
A furry face, bleary with sleep peered out from under the covers, puffy
eyes closed more than open.
"It's Festday, little one. Get up or you will sleep through it," the
voice seemed to smile as it chided her.
Sitting up suddenly, eyes blinking, Mina threw back the cover,
A Small Note To Self
=Arden Randall=
Tal!
I Have had a moment of weakness. The only one to see it was me, but I know it was there.
My own words eat at me already... what I said yesterday, walking away is the easy course. Not only was I false for a moment to myself, but I was false to others in that moment of doubt.
I thought I had a place I belonged. "I do not know them and they do not know me yet, so I am not honor pledged yet to stay," I told myself.
"If a man cant fit in and be comfortable, it is time to move on," I said. "They might feel I am abandoning them... but the last week or so I have seen nothing to pledge to except kids
Commitment
=Arden Randall=
Bonds made.
Bonds broken.
To be reforged
in the heat of trials
and tribulations.
Face to face
in friendship.
Back to back
in the face trouble.
Blood mingled,
blood on the ground,
Friend
Family
Forever.
Commitment to each other
for the good of all.
Words of the heart
bind stronger than steel
that cannot be broken
untill the cities of dust
calls us home.
Transistions
-Arden Randall-
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Heart to heart.
We all go through loss.
Of loved ones,
Of love.
Of self worth,
Of opportunities lost.
Wandering down the dark halls of memories,
Flaring a brief light here and there
Clearing cobwebs off of thoughts.
A smile, or suddenly crying, sometimes both.
Moving on, thinking of past and future things.
Choices made, both bad and good.
Looking through the debris
of a life passed on:
A soldiers uniform,
Marching boots still polished,
Ribbons and honors held,
The Purple Heart,
An infantry button.
Tales told of of the bridge at Remagen,
marching for days in f
Twitch at The Land's End by ArdenRandall, literature
Literature
Twitch at The Land's End
Twitch approaches the unshaven, stinking, one eyed guard standing at the entrance to The Roads End. The guard eyes him as he does and shifts into a more defensive posture to allow a quick strike if need be.
"Good evening, my good man. I take it you are the official greeter of this fine establishment of connoisseur repasts of such onerous clientele." The Guard blinks a moment, as if trying to understand the speech of a Kiff. "Ah, allow me to introduce myself, I am Twitch, procurer of iniquities and provocation." Whipping out a card and handing it to the guard he continues in his rapid fire monologue, gesticulating as he does, "My Card. As I s
The blood on the snow passes away,
but the blood red moon remains.
Choices
-Arden Randall-
What is better?
to pursue our dreams,
never to see them come true?
Or never to have even tried..
To give our all, only
to find it is not enough?
Or to lay waste to
all our hopes,
all we have loved,
to see it all die
before our eyes?
Or to have never found
the truth in things?
The blood on the snow passes away.
but the blood red moon remains.
To have given and known?
or to have never reached
at all for that we wanted?
What lies at the end of the road
we walk, forged from the choices
we made in the past?
Our time is short
What Happens When Angel Falls by ArdenRandall, literature
Literature
What Happens When Angel Falls
What happens when an angel falls?
Arden Randall
Sept 2004
What happens when an angel falls?
Does the heavens weep
or do they care?
What becomes of the halo crowned?
Do they weep
or do they rejoice?
What would cause the turmoil
when there is no soul
to worry about.?
There are angels in heaven
And there are angels in hell,
Did man divide the difference?
If there is no soul,
is there a heaven?
Is there a hell?
What happens when an angels falls?
Does a sun go out?
Is the void just forgotten?
What becomes of the halo crowned?
Is it grieved
or is it noticed?
If man is not aware,
does it happen at all.
If God is not awar
The Stars Weep
Arden Randall
They Say the stars have eyes.
Do they weep?
I think they do, not as a man does,
but they weep their life force for the universe.
We see it in the night sky.
We see it in the death shrouds of fallen stars.
We see it in the birth anew of those
that use the star stuff of the dead and dying.
Yes, the stars weep.
They are alive and know of their existence.
Inspired: Art of Jordan Greywo by ArdenRandall, literature
Literature
Inspired: Art of Jordan Greywo
Inspired by the artwork of Jordan Greywolf:
by Arden Randall
What beauty the mind can make.
What worlds turn on a thought
or a muse of the moment.
Light and shadow
transferred to Earth
by talent that
transcends us.
Tears flow, of love
and emotions held
on the wisp
of a thought.
Worlds born from darkness
that light up existence;
To inspire us to move
beyond our limitations.
What brave world we stand
in, that such can exist;
To lead, to follow,
to create.
To be.
To place into existence
part of our own beauty,
our own self.
Saying
I am.
Thw Charge of the Mall Brigade by ArdenRandall, literature
Literature
Thw Charge of the Mall Brigade
The Charge of the Mall Brigade
a parody buy Arden Randall
I.
1 Half a mall, half a mall,
2 Half a mall onward,
3 All in the shops of Death
4 Stormed the thronged crowds.
5 `Forward, Christmas shoppers!
6 Charge for the gifts!' he said:
7 Into the shops of Death
8 Stormed the thronged crowds.
II.
9 `Forward, the Christmas shoppers!'
10 Was there a man dismay'd?
11 Not tho' the shopper knew
12 Some one had blunder'd:
13 Their's not to think,
14 Their's not to reason why,
15 Their's but to shop and die:
16 Into the mall of Death
17 Stormed the th
Worlds within worlds exist within us
Worlds without worlds exist within us
Wheels in wheels
cogs in cogs
moving
leftrightupdown
Which stops and which continues?
Where is the beginning?
Where is the end?
Questions within questions
Clarity moves in circles
Circles move in clarity
A moment in time
Time in a moment
Perceptions receptions inceptions
How are you today?
Bull Manure Weapons Program
reported by United Worlds Press
byline: Arden Allen
Since the 2030's the Democratic Peoples Republic of Kittrea (DPRK) has been proceeding with a bull manure development program to strengthen its interworld status and to communize the entire space sector. North Kittrea maintains bull manure fields with four million tons of exploitable high-quality bull manure. In the mid-2030s, it established a large-scale bull manure energy research complex in Bangyang and trained specialists from students who had studied in the Grech Tok Union (GTU). Under the cooperation agreement concluded between the GTU and the DPRK, a bul
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By: Arden Randall
In the blink of an eye
A moment frozen in time;
the sun paled.
The heavens opened up
All ceased to exist;
winds of change.
The land it groaned as
the sky spat fire on us;
a world died.
A heartbeats rendering
All as one voice called;
cry for us.
There is no tomorrow now
Today has passed away;
look at us.
Ashes scattered in the wind
Shadows fused with stone;
have we survived?
No morning sun rises
Black rain falls down;
we ask why?
The land calls out its pain
People left join in sorrow;
are we alone?
More fall to slow death
Dull eyes and burned flesh;
no thirst slaked.
No will to continue now
Inspired: Art of Jordan Greywo by ArdenRandall, literature
Literature
Inspired: Art of Jordan Greywo
Inspired by the artwork of Jordan Greywolf:
by Arden Randall
What beauty the mind can make.
What worlds turn on a thought
or a muse of the moment.
Light and shadow
transferred to Earth
by talent that
transcends us.
Tears flow, of love
and emotions held
on the wisp
of a thought.
Worlds born from darkness
that light up existence;
To inspire us to move
beyond our limitations.
What brave world we stand
in, that such can exist;
To lead, to follow,
to create.
To be.
To place into existence
part of our own beauty,
our own self.
Saying
I am.
Current Residence: In the garden of my mind. Favourite genre of music: Pick any but whiney C&W Favourite photographer: Ansel Favourite style of art: anything not crappy. :) Operating System: xp, by microsoft, the worlds largest virus. Shell of choice: Nautilus ;) Oh you mean Op system... Wallpaper of choice: Radiance Skin of choice: wolfwood Favourite cartoon character: thats a tough one.. ties, Stewie Griffith, Bender, Cartman, Brock Samson Personal Quote: What this country needs is a good 5 cent temple.
Favourite Visual Artist
Demon-gun on Deviantart
Favourite Movies
Cowboy Bebop
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Pick a band, any band.
Favourite Writers
Me? Im kinda partial. Other than that, no one really.
First demon-gun and I worked hard to get the first issue out of PotCm manga, then my Dad died Nov 8th, so ive been regrouping a bit, soon Ill start posting more stuff so dont think Ive dropped off the face of the earth :)
Be well, will see you all soon.
Well, Im kinda having fun right now. My son flew in from dallas a couple of days ago for a 2 week vivist while we work on PotC Manga.. Been over six months since zIve seen him, so its kinda nice, even thought he missed connecting flight and spent 8 hours at the Charlotte airport.
But he got here so everythings cool.
When we send it off to the publisher, we will posta couple of pages here for all to see.
well was just an update.. see you all later.
Hi all,
Just posted two poems today
Someone Came Calling:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11423235/
The Closet:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11412270/
its been a good month so far, at least one item a day between normal life and chat :) And thank you to all that have posted comments and crtitiques. They are very helpful.
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Thank you for your desciptive comment - it means a hell of a lot to me.
Maybe I should be drawing more anthro - I know I enjoy working on projects with them.