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 Good.
OK 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. Really. 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 OK
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 Roughness. But more to make things Vibrant. 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!
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 Blessings. So, I wait and I think. I know all is good, Getting better, too. But how to share this certainty?
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
Beauty. 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 Mattered. Now, if you will excuse me, I think I have some pressing matters At hand. I have to welcome the Future. Congratulations, sexy.
“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. Wow! 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. Yarrrrrrrrrrrr!
