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Wander soul | Spiritual l Poet l Interested in #poetry || #books #vss #WritingCommunity | #art #photography Masters of Science follow #space #tech & #AI || love sports #tennis #golf riding #motorcycles

The gods of the game world were capricious, fickle and largely ambivalent to the woes of the people. Not so much #divine as disingenuous and duplicitous. Always up to games and tricks. Rory had dealt with more than a few of them in his time, some were fun, playful, others downright evil. #vss365

False promises spun to hide a past full of sins, slandering what once was pure, #divine. Lies were told for fortunes and for gold, a soul was bought, a soul was sold, and his ego grew bitter, cold. flames of change, spurned, came back to raise the fallen souls. ~rev #vss365

Hemming down my emotions, sliding into a dismissive being My mind stills, my soul, tranquil Do I aspire for more within this quiet grace? What is it that I yearn for the farmer in me needs #fertile land, yielding grain Deep inside I hear nothing but silence again ~rev #vss365

Dodgy & Iffy walk into a #bar Sketchy was workin' that night says Sketchy to Iffy, Drink 'em up in a jiffy cause Shifty is itchin' to fight Dodgy says, No we will not go today is my birthday ya see so pour Shifty a shot the best shot you've got & say it's from Iffy & me #inkmine #poetry

I leave my books, few torn letters. Words held back written on notes crumpled and thrown under our bed. Scattered, half-written poems born of #chaos which kept my soul peaceful and strong. We shall meet again in a place far beyond prejudice and wrong. ~rev #vss365

This was supposed to be a #fertile area of the game world but, frankly, apart from a few sparse fields it looked little different to any other areas Rory could find throughout the game. A few more rats, of course. But, being a fantasy game, they were really, really big ones. Huge, in fact. #vss365

Hemming down my emotions, sliding into a dismissive being My mind stills, my soul, tranquil Do I aspire for more within this quiet grace? What is it that I yearn for the farmer in me needs #fertile land, yielding grain Deep inside I hear nothing but silence again ~rev #vss365

The A5s were the first to give birth, weaned off the pain of the world, attuned to the beat of its dying heart. They were formed from the colors of #chaos. They were seeds of hope, planted beneath a leaden sky, barren of tears. Flowers rising from the bone dry earth. #vss365

My poetry Dark, rich chocolate with fruit and nuts. My love crumbles like warm cookies, molten at the core. My humour is dry powder guns loaded, safety on. My style dignified, sturdy, Soul speaks through poetry. The smile says it all. ~rev #vss365 #fruit

Lit lanterns on the porch he sat in the courtyard admiring the brilliance through the wooden grooves. She smiled softly acknowledging his presence a chemistry of compassion. Clad in white she tended to a journey of penance while he yearned for her incandescent essence. ~rev #friendshipday #vss365

I leave my books, few torn letters. Words held back written on notes crumpled and thrown under our bed. Scattered, half-written poems born of #chaos which kept my soul peaceful and strong. We shall meet again in a place far beyond prejudice and wrong. ~rev #vss365

In the attendant #chaos of the fracas with the world boss, several characters died, winked out of existence and soon came scurrying back, but Rory was smarter than that. He used Esme’s skills from a distance, providing aid and succour to those afflicted with stupidity to get too close. #vss365