Kalikapsychosis - "Perfection is what its about. When you can feel, the perfection, of creation. The beauty of physics, the wonder of mathematics all the elation of action, and reaction, and that is the kind of perfection that I want to be connected to" - Sam, hooked into the data stream

First, let me just say, regardless of title, Im immensely inspired right now.

Can you feel it, Oh, can you FEEL it, that cold? The humidity has blown away, the air is like ice water...I tell you, if I had nothing else to live for, that silken cold sliding over my warm skin would be enough. I always feel energised and inspired when it gets cold like this, but instead of writing, what have I been doing? Cleaning out the babys room (anyone need baby clothes under size 0?) cleaning out the house, repotting ant infested plants, cleaning out the feed shed, watching the ducks, doing washing....Oh, so much washing.

I have ideas. Dont get me wrong. They're in there, popping up with absurd regularity. I just cant seem to bear to write them down. Its worse than absurd. So even though I have the time and the inspiration, what do I do?

I decide to make my own cat food.

Im going to go into detail about that in another post, but thats my new jag. Another new creative outlet that has nothing to do with pages or lines upon it. That refernce stems from my need to draw, and my new ideas in that medium, but I cant seem to manage that either. I dont know why, really. Last time I sat myself down to write (just before I went back to work in October) I really enjoyed it. That old feeling, back again. But its so hard to start, why?

Perhaps, the onset of the cold weather and longer hours of darkness will help.

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Excerpt - Book Five

January 18th 2012 11:32

Daemondra charged through the undergrowth. Her arms pumped in rythym to her feet thudding dully against the mouldy leaf litter. She loved running - exerting herself fully, like this - normally to run in this way would be enough to have her spirit soaring and that energy of hers throbbing for use.

Now she just felt an ache in her chest. A hot tear squeezed out from one of her hard eyelids. With a low growl that bared a few teeth she leapt forward and pushed herself to new speed.

He had to be there. He HAD to be there!

She was almost there. The crossing over the canal, usually so difficult, she barely remembered. She was in dragon territory now, in the lower quater, very close to the border of the human settlement. Not far to the cave, not far at all.

Their place.

With a final thrust that almost burst her chest she broke through the final broken dry edges of canopy and saw a glimpse of shining, pale green. Her breath escaped in a grateful sob, tears running free now.

"EMERALD!" She screamed.

She barely felt the thud as their bodies came together. All she could feel was his warmth, his arms. He ran a talon over her shoulder, so soft the touch. His claws were fully retracted.

"Emerald" She whispered, kissing the hard shell of his beak between his nostrils and kissing down to the crease of his lips. So soft there. No scales. He could feel every sensation.

"Dee Dee..." He breathed, ruffling her hair gently. "What's the matter?"

"You Fool!" She yelled pushing him away and glaring at him "The attack, it was so...disorganised. I didnt have time to warn you. I didnt know..." She held her sobs in now, when in front of him, letting her chest jolt as she refused to let the tears flow.

He smiled, as dragons smile. All in the eyes, with the slightest crinkling around the edges of his lips. His eyes were so beautiful, so deep and brown. He knew of course, he knew how much she loved him. Even though she was Daemondra, Conquerer of Nations, Poison's right hand, the one to dissolve the boundaries of Divisia, he knew her inside. She bowed her head, tears slipping out as he took her into his arms again, and pulled her close to his chest. So warm, for all that the Harpies called them cold lizards, they were really so warm. He wrapped his wings around her as well, and for some time she was lost in the sensations he wove, that feeling, that energy she gave off at times like this intoxicating him like fine wine would a human.

Afterwards, they lay together on the feather soft grass they had layed there, resting against each other. Every now and then, one would have an involuntary skin flick, and scale would rub on scale, tingling bodies with the pleasure not long past, and still ringing with.

She relaxed against him, tossing her long black hair. "How many did you lose today?" She asked softly. She felt him tense against her.

"Is that a tactical question, or do you really want to know?" He asked harshly. Now she stiffened.

"How can you lie with me then if -"

"Shh, Shh De Dee..." He took her hand and sighed. "The war isnt what it was." His hand tightened "Before, when it started....It was almost....Well, fun wasnt it?" He looked up into her eyes. She nodded. She knew exactly how he felt.

He dropped her hand and stretched back, pulling his wings up and rubbing his eyes. He let forth a huge sigh, knowing he doomed his kin with every breath.

"The army is gone." He said shortly.

"What? But we saw hundreds of you flying away"

He shook his head. "We made a tentative friend in the unicorns. It was an illusion. There was only me, RubyWing and BlueNerain flying away. Rubywing is very badly hurt. Poison will be happy to hear that, Im sure." That last was bitter.

Rubywing was Poison's father.

"I dont report everything you tell me you know" She said softly.

"But he knows! You say that but he knows! Always! And I dont trust you, I dont believe your damn lies and still I come..." He buried his head in his talons and cried. He was really so young. They both were. "And now all my kin are gone....Damn this war!"

She stroked his back softly. There was nothing she could say. It was she who single handedly dealt them a death blow. "You underestimate him" She whispered.

"What" He muttered, "Who?"

"Poison..." She breathed, aware that she was breaking trust, telling secrets, but unable to help herself. "He is now able to track all life forms all over Divisia....I used to believe that he didnt know I was still coming here, but I cant believe that any more. He knows. He must simply allow it."

Emerald looked up at her. "He cant be everywhere at once - he's not omnipotent! Even if he HAS the ability to know where all living things are, he cant track them all at once! No, he needs you, needs you roaming, transmitting, killing. Needs you to come here so he can rip the knowledge from your mind and slaughter us all!"

He raised his head on long coiled neck like he might strike, but she remained relaxed in the curve of his body. His claws werent even out. Even if they were, she was so much faster. He would be dead in an instant.

Except that he was the one she had not been able to kill. Her initial mission had been to seduce and kill the petty generals - a reversal of the old dragon female seducing a man legend in the human village. Rubywing and BlueNerian were alive because they had resisted her. Emerald was alive because she had fallen in love with him.

She had killed the others.

She jumped at the sudden sensation, his claw running down her cheek. She had drifted off into silence, and he tried to follow, as usual.

"How long until you leave for Alcordia?" He asked.

"I'm to ride out tomorrow morning." She looked furtively at the sky.

His dark eyes were hard. "They'll kill you"

"Thats just what you have been raised to believe. No body knows if -"

"Dont give me your goddamn war propaganda!" He screamed. "They CAME from us. WE put them where they are because we KNOW what they are! You cant go there," He gulped, "Dee....You cant....They'll eat you, Oh Lords of Divisia" He wept, his body shuddered, "They will! My beautiful, my lovely Daemondra....They wont care what you are, you look human, and they'll eat you alive...."

"Shhh My Love," She whispered, drawing her palm softly over his face, closing his eyes. He was traumatized from the battle. He was talking nonsense. How could he know anything about the White Serpents? He had never been there - no one had.

She put him into a tranquil sleep with ease. She didnt want him to be awake when she left anyway - he always begged her to run away with him, away from the war. But war was all she was.

She couldnt prevent a small smile of satisfaction. So, the dragons were destroyed? Work well done. She'd keep Emerald safe, so he could live in the new world with her.

After she won, of course.

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Think

June 1st 2011 14:30

Glowing like a smouldering ember....The scent of slowly drying earth....Deep down where bones lay.

I make bones, I shape them in my sleep....Of all their pretty shine, its the dull ones I want to keep.

Runes carved deep, sliced into bone, a knife so sharp too keen is its hone...Keen is song sung by grass in the past...

Keen winds in the grass, example of exemplary character in a book of rich faces and cut out masks this one is a standout even if she is only a stand in....Another page by the same hand reads almost the same but I cant judge that book by its cover or even its blurb. So many words to wade through before I can know the truth of that pudding.....Normally Id never think of wading through a DarkOver particularly and old school version where the words say archaic....But its hard to get hooked.

Its funny the burbled gurglings and she thinks its poetry...Oh, night owl, night owls are big enough, powerful enough to hunt cats oh what have I done raising a night owl...Its all fun and games until mommys back on the night shift and needs you to sleep perchance to sleep and walk in a dream...

We seek each other we seek to sleep in the same room two walkers are we and when she is near I just disappear....Its never been so easy to wander the feilds of dream I just walk, walk away from the earthly ether and into that of other places....Those things ether and enlightenment I named Them Akasha and Zen and they sit with me and demand my attention on this rainy night....

Good to see I still cant spell oh would you recognise me if you saw me if you read me I never thought that I would need but need I do an editor and a guide...

Twisted limbs and naked muscle they glow when there is no moon the Sidhe skin oh the folly of modern man, he says I know how they spoke their ancient words when really he knows nothing, nothing, and there is nothing but the words...I wont be your master just flow through me your cup the vessel is all Ive ever been but fear not, the needle that removes the thorn has come...

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May 4th 2010 03:53

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May 4th 2010 03:41

When Im creating, it has to be original. I dont worry overly much in stories, because some things are tried and true and quite simply, have to be as they are. However, in poetry, or in sketching, its not good enough to do something common. The explanations and imagery in poetry must be spine tingling, the sketches something that makes you turn your head and go..."Um, What?"

Late last year I made aquiantance with the Green Fairy. I knew of Absinthe's reputation, but had never seriously considered trying it. I thought I might have trouble finding it, at least, in its pure form. I did a little research and found that 'Green Fairy Absinth' made in the czech republic is now the common brand. Made with distilled wormwood - the only alcohol made in this way - it utilizes the natural ingrediant of thujone to stimulate the brain and nervous system, instead of depressing it like regular alcohol. Absinthe originally gained a bad rap because it was yummy and soft and could be drunk for hours with very pleasing results. This caused a launch of bootleg brands made imperfectly, and hence, the insanity and death ensued. It was a long time before Absinthe could be sold again

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Hiedi

April 12th 2010 02:31

Hello, friends.

I am a child born of Earth, I live on that green rock placed third from the sun within the Milky Way Galaxy. Of course, all of you from the same planet find all that a bit redundant, dont you? We know where we are. However, things like that become so very important when you find yourself....Elsewhere

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Excerpt - Book six

March 30th 2010 03:59

The halls of Goldenstone Castle were filled with light and revelry.

The throne room was filled with hanging torches and streamers, and the dragons had made cold lights that floated about the castle, banishing any lingering shadows. Four dragons lounged about the throne room itself, eating and talking and playing with the children. One was dancing in the centre of a massive ring of people, stomping claws and waving wings. Denizens of the village were playing their flutes, drums and string instruments with fervour. More dragons alighted on the roof, some spiralling in joy over the castle, some perched, watching the revelry and tapping their claws to the music. Areyemathea was one of these

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Excerpt - Book Four

March 11th 2010 03:15

Andretta's stomach was twisted in excitement and fear. Never had she felt like this - body wrenching from the inside out, sweat trembling on the surface of her skin, heart pounding and breath rasping.

This, she thought, This is what LIVING feels like!
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Excerpt - Book Five

March 10th 2010 01:53

The sounds of revelry faded away behind Stag as he walked from the castle. He had taken the seldom used tunnel under the moat which came out in the woods behind the castle. After all these years, from his ancestors to now, it had never been discovered why Goldenstone castle was so well defended. Certainly, it had never been attacked. All her previous rulers had never questioned it, it was, simply, the way things were. She had been built that way. Perhaps it was because he, himself, had some knowledge of war. Perhaps it was because he, himself, had had to penetrate these very walls.

Despite himself, he grinned. So, She had come under attack, at least once. No matter that it had been her ruling king, and she had welcomed him

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Areyamathea speaks....

March 4th 2010 03:32

There were no such days in Goldenstone such as her early days.

Human and dragon worked side by side to build the village - I and my companions, Aryia and Moccon. Though both were of my eggs and Amythest's seed, they were partnered. Things on Omecka do not work as they do on other planets, though, I have knowledge that on other planets royal lines intermarry to preserve the royal blood. We did nothing so different here, although the lines were much closer together. We trusted in Om

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Xiara's Words

February 18th 2010 03:11

I was not born, I was made.

I am the Queen of GoldenStone. I am Choice

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Areyemathea Speaks...

December 9th 2009 00:53

I was not born, I was made.

Long before I became a legendary dragon under the drawbridge, I was a queen

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The Words of WarSan (3)

November 6th 2009 03:41

For three days, we waited.

The cave on the beach sheltered us, and on that first morning, as the sky began to lighten, I and the tribe went out on to the beach to watch

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November 5th 2009 01:54

So we ran.

All of the earth looked the same, through the rain, there seemed no direction, no place to run to. The sky had darked and it seemed as if the air itself had turned to shadow. I felt as if we were cursed, created to be devoured, chased, hunted. As if the darkness conspired with Kalla and all was bent under her will

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