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[Balthezar Arith]'s diary

974359 Link to this entry
Written about Sunday 2007-09-09
Written: (6083 days ago)

Time Simply Is
It cannot be ‘Spent’
It cannot be ‘Wasted’
It cannot ‘fly’
And It cannot
In Any Way
Be ‘Money’
Time is ‘Time’
If there is such a thing
You wear it on you wrist
You see it in every room
And it Haunts You
Day and Night
In the ‘Morning’
Dark at ‘Night’
At your Work
In your School
Even in your ‘Spare’ ‘Time’
What is ‘Time’
It cannot be ‘Early’
It cannot be ‘Late’
It Arrives ‘when’ it Arrives
It Arrives ‘Now’
It does not ‘Pass’
It does not ‘Wait’
Time Simply Is

969413 Link to this entry
Written about Wednesday 2007-08-22
Written: (6101 days ago)

Have you ever had one of those dreams? YOu know, the kind that makes you think about it all day? I had ome. It was about a girl who reminded me much of Mallory and Raven. When I dreamt it up, It was though I was reading the whole thing from a book, and when I got to the end, I felt as if I had skipped a couple chapters, so here is just a sum up of what I remember.

She started off as a normal quite person, but slowly started to poses abilites no one could explain, like being able to detect cloaked ships, and swimming underwater without air. Eventually she could even turn herself invisible, as well as make objects around her seem like emtey space (which is how she could swim: by turning the water into space around her). Once her abilites were revealed to her in the fullest, she came accross a group of people just like her, who give her a choice to throw away everything and everyone she has ever known to join them, or to live her life alone, as she would have without the gift they offored. After reading the story, the readers hate the choice she makes. She chooses to go with the group that found her. She symbolicly throws a bracelet and neclace charm into the ocean, one from her best friend, and the other from her mom (once passed). Things she kept with her at all times. Afterwards you learn that the group of mystical people are actually slaves to an old man who treats them like crap, but that she chose to go anyways.

oh wells... its not supposed to be thrilling, just enough to get you inspired...

949921 Link to this entry
Written about Wednesday 2007-06-20
Written: (6164 days ago)

the 1,100 centurians

(V1)

This is the song
of eleven hundred men
fighting for glory,
free from sin

living for death,
fearing nothing but life
they turned thier fear
into others' strife

(C1)
For these are the men who have died
they left their homes, and said goodbye
these are the men who lived thier lives
giving up what they had lost.

(V2)
This is the song
of eleven hundred souls.
dieing for freedom
so stories could be told

they fought the battle
that took their life
so that thier friends
wouldnt pay the price

(C2)
'couse these are the men who have fell
they left thier homes, and went to hell
these are the me for whom the bell
tolls for the ones that are gone.

(V3)
Sitting in darkness
but not alone
eleven hundred men
now call this home

the town they left
it still stands tall
but all had not been
but for thier fall

(C1)
(C2)

655662 Link to this entry
Written about Monday 2005-08-29
Written: (6824 days ago)

WHEN IM DOWN
UR ALWAYS AROUND
I LOVE U SOOO MUCH
I KNOW U CAN FEEL IT IN MY TOUCH
I KNOW U FEEL THE SAME
I WAS VERY SAD UNTIL U CAME
AND TOOK AWAY THE PAIN
THAT ALMOST DROVE ME INSANE
NOW IM SOOO HAPPY AND UR SOOO DIVINE
UR WORTH MORE THAN A MILLION GOLD MINES
I HOPE WE STAY TOGETHER
AND MAYBE EVEN FOR EVER
I KNOW THIS IS TURE LOVE
I REALLY BELIEVE U WERE SENT TO ME FROM UP ABOVE
I KNOW WE WERE MEANT TO BE
FOR MY HEART U HAVE THE KEY
I KNOW U FEEL THE SAME
I USE TO THINK LOVE WAS LAME
U MAKE MY HEART SING
U MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE WINGS

-by one, once loved...

602435 Link to this entry
Written about Wednesday 2005-06-22
Written: (6895 days ago)

Here I keep mine thoughts closed to thee...
For mine thoughts keep awake thine night...
Your bed with crawling fears, would bee...
Should you know mine un-known fright...

Mine songs although... thy will know.
For they, the key is always found
Please read, pass on, and under go.
To hear my songs, heard far around.

But Nay, mine thoughts are sealed...
And nought for thou to seed...
Book locked up, pages peeled...
And tightly wraped, as not to bleed...

Thou shall never know mine thoughts...
So, this I sign, the Dragon well...
Should thy find a key un-lost...
This book shall go to Hell!!!

608503 Link to this entry
Written about Tuesday 2005-06-21
Written: (6888 days ago)

Town of Stick

(V1)
The beasts are many
inside my head
i fight them off
when i know i should be dead

terror streaks
the wonder lies
fire burns
hell in the skies

I watch my skin
melt to the ground
the synging smell
and the burning of the sound...

There's no need
to state thier name
I hear thier roar
and I see thier flame

(V2)
The dragons come
i know them well
the blue from ice
and the red from hell

They burn the town
and make it fall
they torch the roofs
and crush the walls

and this I sign
the monk of stick
I write my last
in my manifist:

When I die
and die I will
my body will lie
beneath the forgoten hill

(interlude)
Why should it matter?
Why should they care?
They dont know where were going
they dont know were here

Why does it matter?
why do they care?
they dont know where were going
they dont even know we are here...

(V3)
The beasts are gone
the bodies fled
Im on the hill
where the monk once said

You'll never know
what others yearn
in ashes now
the city still burns

and now it's gone
and lost below
the cities now
that will never know

the town of stick
it tried to tell
about the death
and the city the dragons fell

604318 Link to this entry
Written about Tuesday 2005-06-21
Written: (6893 days ago)

The Cute Bright Orange Fox

When you dont know
what you want me to say
you've been walking so slowly
you're walking away

but i know that you mean it
you dont want to show
but you're walking so slowly
and dont know where to go...

chorus:
when the fires are burning
and the skies are turning to black
cant go -back-... -to- -the-

days where we lived
for reasons no one ever knew
luck... drawn from a hat...

(v2)
there, you are waiting...
you're just sitting there
with the lonelyest wind
blowing though your hair

you just smile and wait
but you dont care to look
hoping something will happen
like something from a book...

(chorus)

(V3)
licking yourself
trying not to care
making sure that you clean
all your perfect hair

you just talk to yourself
in your own private spot
making me think you look like

the cute bright orange fox...

604316 Link to this entry
Written about Tuesday 2005-06-21
Written: (6893 days ago)

DRAGON'S VALHALLA

(v1)
sitting in my dragons lair
my breath is cold, my cave is bare
frosted smoke and moon-lit air
is all that surrounds me here

never knowing of my own
i am the last, or so im told
sitting here im growing cold
my hate for love is getting old

my ledgend's lost forever
locked in an un-told age
you'll never read about me
on a blank, un-written page

chorus:

stories of our lives
about our pain and strives
never would we try
just to live to be alive

written to be heard
spoken to be seen
seen to understand
but understood to be believed...

(v2)
I look into my hollow head
my dreams are gone, my soul is dead
im nothing now with out you here
the emptyness is all i fear

i hate the sound of silence
like death is in the air
i'll find her now, but must i fall
back to my dragon's lair?

I rescued her from darkness
from harot's house of slain
all i want is her for this
for going through the pain

(chorus)

(v3)
who will hear about this
these past and present wars
to them they never happend
they dont know what they were for

the men who died for fighting me
were lost and scatered in the sea
just so that i could live for free
in peace and love with my Airee

they hate us now for trying
but no one knows just why
we run away by flying
must the last two dragon's die?...

(bridge/guitar solo)

(v4)
why does it matter now
it will not matter then
these wars we keep on fighting
neither side will ever win

we are the last of us
but no one ever knew
how love could kill so many men
ten thousand against two

the dragons were forgotten
they were the omega
but now they live in what we call:
Dragon's Valhalla...

...Balthezar's song...

603231 Link to this entry
Written about Sunday 2005-06-19
Written: (6894 days ago)

SANDMAN'S NIGHTMARE:

(v1)
there's something in my dream
it's hard to find and hard to see
always here and after me
making it so hard to breath

im looking for it though and through
its hard to find like oceans blue
i should have known i should have knew
it's comming for you...

it's never seen yet its in my way
in this darkness i think i will stay
but come to find with breaking day
my dreams they seem to go away...

chorus:

nightmares haunt me in my dreams
evil comes like crystal gleams
no one ever seems to seem to see
he's after me...

(v2)
seems like things were going right
in my bed and sleeping tight
but then he found me during the night
and struck me with a bolt of light

trapped inside this cage of mine
meneath the waves and the water line
feeling as useless as a nine cent dime
because im drowning in my dream this time

falling from the sky of doom
ground is comming up so soon
tonight he found me in my room
i dreamed i died by falling to my tomb...

(chorus)

(v3)
the creature comes to haunt me still
but now i know that he isnt real
i know the darkness that i shoud feel
but its his fate that i will seal

now i look for him instead
i hear him now, he's only in my head
he'll never find me again when i'm in bed
to me he's dead...

when i have children of my own
all of thier dreams will be right at home
the creature has no place to roam
between me and him, he's the one alone...

(chorus) X2

DONE!

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