Vir + Light - Loss of Dreams

The boy waits under a star, watching it in awe

To him it's not far.

He can feel her warmth on his skin

Because of her he'll always find north.

His guardian The Fishermen calls out to him;

He says "It's past your bedtime little champion."

The boy never sleeps with ease he'll take any measure 

Just to stay awake awhile longer.

But the boy can barely keep his eyes open. 

So The Fishermen carefully lays him in his hammock.

But the boy is as restless as an ocean wave. 

"I wanna stay awake!" He pleads.

"Why not stay awake in your dreams?" replies The Fishermen.

The boy tells him he can't,

Streams of darkness are the only surprise

When he closes his eyes. 

The Fishermen old and wise

Takes pity on the boy,

For he can never see the wonders

Which flowers from deep within his mind.

If the boy cannot dream in his sleep 

Then The Fishermen shall tell him a tale;

So that he may while awake. 

The tale of a knight The Hero 

Who did not fight for a king ,

But for the sake of others.

He was clad in colours of red and gold,

Biting evil's hand in every corner of the land. 

It captured the boy's imagination,

Becoming his desired vocation.

The Fishermen wished him well,

And watched him drift into an empty shell.

But The Fishermen could tell, 

That the boy's dream was merely lost,

And would only need to be found.

By Daniel Dean Russo

The Crane Fly & It's Web!

The other day, I came across something that made me stop in my tracks and got me periodically thinking. What I saw before me, was a crane fly that had seemingly hung himself, by the remains of a spiders web.

The thing that got me thinking, was how symbolic this scene was. For those of you who are unaware, the crane fly is often referred to (more often through confusion) as a ‘Daddy-Long-Legs.’ The irony in this case, is that a daddy-long-legs would have survived and escaped the web, whereas this fly died. What I’m really getting at here, is that this insect had lived his life deceiving many people (essentially lying about his race) before being killed in this web of lies.

The analogy of the crane fly and the web could so easily be translated to the types of liars and deceivers we have in our world.

Now we’ve all told the odd white lie here and there, to get ourselves out of a situation we’d rather not find ourselves in; but there are people out there who I class as professional liars. These are the kind of people who can’t help themselves but lie and deceive others. It’s more than likely you’ve already come across one of these types of people in your lifetime – and if you haven’t, then you’re bound to sooner or later.

Could we not compare these kind of people to the crane fly who deceive so many with just their appearance? Sooner or later they could all end up in a web of their own lies, or perhaps a trap left behind by a smarter other.

I guess you could say the morale of story is, tell enough lies and you could find yourself trapped or hanged in a very sticky web!

- From The Inquisitive Mind Of Ed

Strangers

The line is blurred between the morning and night

No warning for when tomorrow may come.

The only light you see is the invite for sorrow,

The only colour you know is snow.

The dream is never the same,

In it you endeavour the nightmare.

The ones you knew never stay,

Their remembrance your shackle,

You choose to stray,

Numb to condolence.  

To live is to win;

You’ve no kin.

The only solace is in solitude.

Safety is not a number,

It’s you.

Only you can watch over yourself while you slumber.

Only you can stop the hunger burned in to your stomach like a dagger.

Only you can follow the road away from the aching cries

Only you deserve to wallow,

As you disguise the pain you feel,

By locking away your eyes.

The person you can’t see before you isn’t real,

The two of you aren’t brothers or sisters;

We’re nothing more than strangers.

By Daniel Dean Russo

Vir + Light - The Boy in the Forest

This like most stories is about a boy and a girl,

Its about quite a few in fact.

Our story begins in paradise

But it's abstract affair

Is akin to a nightmare.

Rainfall is all that greets the island

With two peaks.

Fish by the boat load is all those who visit crave above all.

Where its sand was once white and all effulgent

 Its now a sorry sight with violent waves abundant.

It is here and now where a young boy finds solace in the forest,

Kept at bay from joy by his peers that torment in chorus.

An extrovert forced into the role of an introvert,

The boy's nature is to venture.

Turning the palm tress in to climbing frames,

And making the animals take part in his fun and games.

What was once a quite existence,

Must one day become a pursuit for the truth

 spanning across an unordinary distance  

The only fuel; persistence. 

By Daniel Dean Russo

Detective Poetry: Plants in the Pants

Driving through this winding avenue

Slamming the gas on this boiler

Leaving behind a trail of scorch marks and speeding tickets.

SHIT!!!

I nearly hit that lady off her own porch.

  Wait was that a lady? No its a drag queen.

I must still be in that part of town. 

...

Where did they go?

Better ask the nearest daddy-o for the 213,

I pull up beside this teen; 

I catch him like a deer in the head lights

I didn't mean to make the kids voice drop

I just wanted him to lend me an ear. 

He shoves his hand down his pants faster than a sheikh in the west.

64 BIT STREET!

Follow the adventures of a young boy and his best friend through the glitch riddled 64 BIT STREET! 

Retro Glitch: Symphony of the Night Pt. III

Welcome to Retro Glitch, a retrospective of the gaming industry’s most shining moments prior to the advent of DLC, micro transactions and online multiplayer. In this entry we’ll be taking an in depths look at the process and circumstances that led to Konami’s masterpiece Castlevania: Symphony of the Night; as well as its narrative, themes, characters and aftermath.