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I decided to finally get off my…and start publishing again.

First, with a bit of editing and a couple paragraphs added I republished the Cleansing War under the title of the War Forward. Call it the 20th year anniversary edition, it is hard to believe that it has been so long. But at any rate, it is available again. I will still have a link to the Pdf of it over on the SharToKor page.

The War Forward: SharToKor, or simply the Colonies was a land destroyed in a nuclear attack. Those that settled there had learned not only to survive but to thrive by using the ‘new science’. Manipulating the radiation in a way in which some would see as magic, and some would be able to do this with their mind. Their society would be based around this ‘new science.’ For centuries, empires rose and fell, and those of SharToKor believed they all who remained of humanity. But then they were attacked by those who still used the old technology. The War Forward is a telling of the heroes that rose in the Colonies to fight the invaders, and in doing altered the native’s view of themselves.

And as for the new book, The Shadow in the Mirror: Twenty years after the CeitiAkor’s failed invasion of the Colonies, life was starting to return to normal. The politics of the northern lands were settling, and the Southern Nations were once again being openly hostile with one another. For almost two thousand years, the name Shadoa represented the embodiment of evil and tyranny, and it was well known that someday the Shadow would return and bring destruction to the Colonies. Few understood that the Tecmen’s invasion was the War Forward that would mark the beginning of the prophecy. The War of Fire and Blood was about to start, and would bring with it the long and bloody fight for the future of the Colonies.

A Dream Called Life

The Muse, so timid

Her Inspiration, so fragile

Her visage, so perfect

Her caress, so fleeting

Like an unremembered dream

Art, life, and love

All combined in an instant

Moments shared, then gone

Memory trapped, always free

Like an unbound dream

Hopes, desires, and wishes

Living forever, making plans

The tomorrows of yesteryears

Time unknown, until it passes

Like the dream called life

Honest Eyes

Actions reveal mouths would lie

Of the truths our hearts might tell

Of anger unspoken, of love unvoiced

Of mercy, pain, and misery 

In the double-mind of desiring to stop desire, 

Where is the mouth which speaks such truth?

Where is this ear that hears my thoughts?

Where is this eye that sees such inward ugliness?

The mouth cannot hear, the ear cannot speak,

And the eye cannot see itself,

So the face we ought to be,

is the mirror of honest reflection

With honest eyes we may see

The truths other hearts might tell

Of anger unspoken, of love unvoiced

Of their mercy, pain, and misery

The Heart of the Romantic

I cry out with a lonely heart,

For a love that is greater than the pain.

Where are you, my true love?

Do you feel me through space and time?

I have loved you from the beginning of my days.

I have waited while so many years pass.

A lifetime is a small price to pay,

For the love I know we share.

There are times when I lose my hope.

Thinking you but a romantic illusion.

Naming the poets of love as liars,

But you are always there to call me back.

Do you cry out with a lonely heart,

For a love that is greater than the pain?

Asking where I am, your true love,

Wondering if I feel you through space and time?

I do, and it aids my faith of the poets.

Still, there are times when the pain is strong.

When I try to forge others into you,

But my heart has always belonged to you.

I no longer cry because we have never met,

For we already have a love greater than the pain.

One that radiates through space and time,

Which is more than most can say.

The Muse

Caged in the fears and sorrows of our own making

But the night can never last forever

For her eyes are the light of the coming dawn

Clouds thick in our mind, winter’s bight all around

But the flowers of spring still bloom in our heart

For her smile is the warmth of our life

Dreams of yesterdays and tomorrows, of hopes and desires

But the waking world is where we want to be

For paradise is found when her laughter is in the air

An artist insanity brought on by perfection unexpressed

But she is in every song, painting and sculpture

For hers is the beauty at the heart of every masterpiece

To love, to want, and then she is gone  

But the happiness she inspired remains

For that is the gift the Muse left behind