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A Seeker

If you’re reading this it means I might be dead, 

Was I out or laying in my bed, 

Life flashing in front of my eyes, 

All the things unsaid, 

Did I die of natural causes, 

Or killed by a fed, 

Soul is leaving my body, 

A glooming dread, 

Taking my time, 

To think about my crime, 

The past caught up to me, 

So I am looking ahead, 

All the mysteries revealed, 

I surrender and yield, 

Should I be feeling regret instead, 

But there is no remorse in me, 

Broken shackles, now I am free, 

To be, to see, to flee, 

To blink, to think, of thee, 

Marvel at her sight, 

So ravishing, her majesty, 

These songs I sing, 

Often of love, 

Sometimes of theory of string, 

This universe in the multiverse, 

Mind singing, captured in verse, 

The dimensions are thirteen, 

The ever learning observer so keen, 

The possibilities are infinite, 

Expanding every second in every minute, 

Surrounded by darkness of space, 

Don’t be shy, do not hide your face, 

But there is also light, 

Nebulas and Quasars and Polaris in sight, 

Spinning at a magical pace,

The mega clusters of galaxies in a race, 

Sucked into black holes, and spit out of white holes, 

Meeting some aliens and asked them their life goals,

No languages needed,

Threats from extra terrestrial unheeded,

Communicating through our minds,

When one seeks something, he always finds,

So I am an observer, a seeker,

A wanderer, a secret keeper,

A dying man, on pale blue dot,

Or a memory, in someone’s thought. 

Fare thee well, my honey

When love is gone now, I think,
Was it worth it, or not, who can tell,
In these cries and woes, I slowly sink,
When my wings burnt, where I fell,

Where I dwell now, in a small town,
Shattered pieces, of my heart broken,
In these cries and wors, I slowly drown,
Would that it be a dream, I’d be woken,

When joy is gone now, my laughs are fake,
I am a shell now, of my former glory,
In these cries and woes, I slowly break,
Who’d know my tragic tale, my sad story,

How life is a mess now, absent dream,
Absent ambition, absent aim, absent fire,
In these cries and woes, I slowly scream,
When you were gone, I lost desire,

This mind singing, this pen and paper,
How I am broke now, I have no money,
My passing life, in smoke and vapor,
In these cries and woes, I ‘fare thee well oh honey’.

Find Her Gone

Been thinking so much and doing so little,
I am happy with life and not being bitter,  

The challenges that come, I face them head on,
People who leave, just do not belong,  

But life is so short, you can do no wrong,
Don’t live with regrets, just smile and move on,  

All the experiences, the flirts,
the choices, the voices, the hurts,
You can pick up the pen and make a song,  

Then you sing it for you, for her,  for them,
And fill the night sky with every gem,
To live and love and show them you’re strong,  

She smiles and takes your breath away,
You think of her in night and day,
Only to wake and find her gone.

A Song

I am walking here and walking along,
Thinking of life, waiting the dawn,
People who left, people who are gone,
Best friends forever? No I was so wrong,
But life goes on,
I gotta be strong,
I have to move on,
They didn’t belong,
so I sit here and write this song,
With my herb in the bong,

Baginssis

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. His name was Baginssis. Baginssis lived a quiet, calm, peaceful life in Hobbiton, passing his days taking part in the town politics, smoking his pipe-weed, and staying late in the green dragon inn and having long discussions about golf and other sports. He was a very respectable hobbit and that meant he had never been on an adventure or did anything unexpected. But soon his life was about to change forever.

One day while he was returning home at night, he felt a sudden cold, the air became chilled, he could see his own breath, an unseen fear tookk hold of him. Baginssis pulled his hood over his head. Suddenly he heard the hoofs of a horse, so he hid behind a tree and saw the large black man appear on his black horse. Behind him, he could spot three more of the riders in black. They seemed to have not noticed him, afterall hobbits can be quite stealth when they want to.

There behind the tree in silence, he saw the black riders move towards Bag End. He followed them quietly and carefully, as to not draw any attention to himself. They went into Bag End, with Baginssis close behind them. He couldnt hear them but it seemed that they didnt find what they were looking for. They mounted up again and rode off.

Baginssis didnt know who they were or what to make of the whole scene, he kept replaying the whole scene in his dead when he went to bed that night. Strange, very strange. Tomorrow when he woke up, he wanted to go and inquire what business did Mr. Frodo have with these large black riders. But he was quite disappointed to not find Frodo in his home.

A few more days passed, Baginssis went to check if Frodo was back at his home but he found no sign of him. It was quite unlike Frodo to disappear like this. He wondered if those black riders had anything to do with it. One day while he was at Green Dragon, having a drink, he heard someone say that Frodo along with 3 others was gone to live in Buckland. This came as quite a surprise to Baginssis as he had always considered Frodo a friend. Why wouldnt he tell me if he is moving to Buckland. So he decided that he would go to Buckland and confront Frodo about this. You do not treat a friend like that.

So Baginssis prepared a back pack and put on his travelling cloak and set out for Buckland. When he reached there he was quite disappointed to find out that Mr. Frodo was not there. When he questioned Fredegar Bolger about Mr. Frodo, he would say nothing. But after much questioning and assuring him that Frodo was a very dear friend, He finally told him that Frodo and the company had went into the Old Forest. Now why on earrth would he go there for?

But he had come all the way to Buckland to find Mr. Frodo, he could not give up the search now, so he decided to go into the Old Forest. He had heard strange stories about this place, the walking trees and dangerous wolves. But I cant stop now, I must keep going. He walked and he walked, deep into the forest, the trees grew thick, the air became denser, but Baginssis was determined to confront his so called friend. Each year, each year I gave him an excellent gift on his birthday and this is what he does to me. Leaving without a word! 

After much walk, he finally came across an old man who was dancing and singing and dancing and dancing and singing. The words didnt make much sense to Baginssis, but if nothing else, Baginssis was a courteous hobbit,

“Hello good sire! My name is Baginssis and I am looking for my friend Frodo, who I was told has come into this forest, would you happen to know anything about it?”, he asked.

“Hey do merry do my hearty! Tom Bombadillo knows everything that goes in and out of this forest, oh yes he does, the forest has trees, and trees have leaves, and leaves fall. but Tom Bombadill never falls with his shoes which are blue and his jacket yellow, oh merry fellow”, he replied?

“umm, so do you know anything about Frodo? He is my friend and then he just disappears and I hosted all his parties and was always there for him when his uncle left”

“Frodo, oh yes Frodo and Sam and Merry and Pippin, oh yeah, the four little hobbits on dangerous mission, oh yeah, Tom loves little hobbits, oh yes he does, but who are you merry do my hearty?”

Dangerous missions?! What dangerous missions? Has Frodo gone crazy like old Mr. Bilbo? “Oh I am a hobbit do, but could you please tell me where they are? I really need to speak with Frodo”, Baginssis asked.

“The four little merry hobbit, oh yes merry do my hearty, Tom knows where they go, Tom helped them oh yes he did, Tom loves little hobbits, he saved them from the wights, oh yes, the dead men who walk, oh Tom helped the hobbits, oh yes Tom loves to help, his boots are blue and his jacket is yellow, oh yes merry do”

Walking dead men?! Oh Frodo, what are you up to?! “Where are they now?”

“Safe in Bree, Tom thinks, yes safe in Bree, yes yes my hearty, safe in Bree”

Bree! Thats where I must go. “Thank you Tom, it was nice meeting you, Good Bye. I must go to Bree”

“Good Bye merry fellow, Mr. Baginssis, but remember if you need Tom, he will come for you, oh yes he will precious, Farewell merry do my hearty”, Tom sang and danced his way up to his house in the woods.

Walking dead men! Dangerous mission! I must go north towards the main road to Bree.

The main road was quite deserted, other then a few companies of dwarves and a hobbit or two on business journeys. He finally reached Bree, and check into Prancing Pony. He was eager to find Frodo, but there was no sign of the company there. But he was quite surprised to find the old grey wizard there. Gandalf had a reputation for bringing trouble to the hobbits, but Baginssis must ask him if he knew of this dangerous mission of Frodo and these walking dead men.

To Be Continued…

Casual Stroll

When I was bored of playing,

and slaying, the deeds became boring,

so i started exploring, the middle earth,

the beautiful earth, and all its mystery,

the history, I enjoy the ales

and tales, and the role play,

and lore play, a break from questing,

just resting, in hall of fire, 

by the fire, with desire, and a passion,

no more traveling ration, so everyone come,

welcome, please do come, with Estel-Ali,

or Dgenx-Ali, with all these merry elves,

the singing elves, the dancing elves,

the Tolkien’s elves and Bilbo,

or was it Bingo, I dont remember, 

but you are a member, of this community, of players,

the LOTRO Players, who got the news,

and share their views, what they’ve been doing,

and pursuing, so listen to them conveying,

when you are bored of playing.

A Memory

I am sitting here all alone,
thinking about you and the times gone,
I gave you everything i had,
but you still always made me sad,
there were so many times i wanted to leave,
but your tears always made me feel so bad,
it was my mistake to stay with you,
but i am glad It wasn’t me who betrayed you,

so now i move on and be free,
and leave you behind like a memory..

-Ali