Annotations Of A Light Bearer

Part 1 - Never forget the fallen.
hearing the crickets,pacing across the floor
i found the way i was searching for.
glass reflections,stumble sounds
outside i wait,under mist and clouds.
hear her name,see figures of black
not going alone,touching the wall with my back.
from the heavens they fall, march knights of light
excessive breathing before they fight,

before their contact,one knight of light calls
my name,I am the one he's been looking for
Adrin of Martha, I tell you this
five generations after, will rise a kid
with powers of good, looks and might
this teenage boy will rise, and fight.
torn from his speech comes king of dread
a lord of torture which wreaks of the dead
mind and body these colossal men fought
but im ashamed to say, the knight of light falls
slain by the sword of the king of dread
he goes to a region where no man dares to tread
a place of anguish, not for the weak or cold
a place which is filled with dead and foes.
once the battle begins, a cry for help
a knight on the cold ground with a blade nearly heart deep.
seeing all this happen, inside my head
i wonder as i wake from my bed.
this glimpse of fable,
has showed me how,
the actions I must take and the power I must have.
this vision was meant to happen, like everything else,
just like you.

My Recent Lucid Dream Experience

The night of the 21st of March, 2012 I experienced a dream like no other. A lucid dream.
I was able to become concious in my dream state by the awareness of my subconscious mind stating a phrase I knew too well by now,"Am I In A Dream?".
As soon as I responded in my head I was broken free from the tight, strong chains of my unconcious dream journey into a story I was now able to create myself.
Being broken free was a great experience as I know had the choice to do whatever I pleased  with as little a thinking of it.

One of my first things to do was make my friend aware that he was dreaming, I said ''Rory, you are dreaming...wake up in this dream''
When he realised he was dreaming an expression of joy came across his face, he was now aware of his dream state and went to begin his concious journey elsewhere.
I'm presumming he transported to a dream place where he was comfortable and interested in, because I no longer saw him in my travels.
When I was travelling deeper into my lucid dream I came across bad energy in which I fought till they were destroyed on a stage, weird huh? I fought an enimy on a stage on the place in which I was dreaming. ( I found this to be really funny for some reason)
Although I did fly whilst defeating these negative energies, (which were most likely conjured by me for a desire of battle) I could no longer fly when I tried, perhaps I didn't picture myself able to, or I thought it was too real so I could not even fly.
(knowing one cannot fly in the physical plane was the biggest factor maybe in which I could not succeed in flying at my will.)
Soon after this I had no other interests in this dream so I began to quickly lose lucidity of this dream, and like an instant I found myslef dreaming again, unable to change anything.

Its Been A While...

So its been a while since ive been on this, i hope to post more in the future but anyways ill tell you what ive been doing as this is my school holidays. I've recently started on a guitar project with my dad, we are both making an electric out of red gum, which is starting to look really cool i just love the look of the wood, But its heavier than most other woods used for a guitar body.I will post the pictures on as soon as i finish but this may take a while as i only get around to the guitar sometimes, lets just hope by next month *cross your fingers*.
Other than that its been a pretty plain holiday, just listening to music and spending countless hours on the compter :P.

Starting line, Finished mine :)

well ive done more to my wish for wings vocalist drawing, and i must say my brother was right, i could do a better job:) its looking alot better and im continuing in drawing new pictures atm.

Here is a poem/whatever it is about what i thought about the unknown a while back..

The Unknown-by Samuel Fardon

Its fear and dread,

what we expected,

everything went wrong

from the beginning,to the end.

each soul had a new path,

each night a new moon,

but how can we determine, what fate we recieve.

You cant, but honestly some do,

its the difference between us and the unknown.

They were the more,and the less,

better because they decide, rulers over kings, queens and time,

lords of light, dark and the fray.

Countless hours, fixed to seconds,

canvas with no art, filled to seeing wonders.

Vagabonds they stand, with every town or city at their next,

open minds,corrupted times,

with one hand empty.

taking their hand on the other side,was your choice, but some see it as the only,

your way with words, is my failure to speak.

Actions chosen by humans, was all that it would take,

upset one and you upset the two, carry on and you lose that hope to move.

follow me into the lake.

Sloppy drawings of the vocalist for House Vs Hurricane(on left) and for Wish For Wings vocalist(on right) :)
havent really finished the one on the right but i just got over it:P
maybe ill get back to it some day.