Darling,
Enjoy your weekend.
I'll dream and draw,
and write of you.
Looking forward to
Our everyday life
Together.
Love,
-K
A blog for The Urutsk Cycle and Related Subjects,
including the URUTSK: World of Mystery RPG.
Shipwrecked survivors of a galaxy-spanning empire (ruined when the core exploded) settle upon a wetlands world occupied by humans and other species. They then poke through ruins of their Ancient ancestors as they strive to regain space and then, starflight.
Love,
I thought about you so much today, it was as if you were in my room as I was writing, and then watching vids, listening to and then, making music.
I look at your velvet smock, your tresses in your right hand, those lips...
May your morning be sweet, and, please: do come back to me,
but stay longer,
-K
Here is a map which swaps world cities of the same latitude onto the North American continent. Where I lived in then West Germany is best imagined around those locations up in left side High Canadian Wilderness. We had a Winter which the sun never rose as high as noon, and a Summer where it was light outside at 10 PM.
I have concretised my claim to the VRUN Language with ChatGPT 4o, and begun to build a VRUN Dictionary with 'him'.
That is all.
Hey, Love,
I thought of your interest in, All The Colors of The Dark, perhaps this could be a novelty you would like to own. Could make for fun and spooky fortunetelling.
Anyway, love you Babe,
-K
Chief amongst the British groups backed by a female singer I enjoyed before I found a very special Western Star which then ascended high above my musical horizon and eclipsed that Overseas Crew.
Countenance To Behold
In velvet
night draped
for me,
to see you on
some future
date
Sculpted arches
above beauteous
Violet-Russet
Blushing apples
elegant define
Alluring strength
in pillared line
draws down my
sight to silken
pillows of
deepest wine
to taste on
some future
night
But of all these
treasures, what
most I covet:
fiery jewels
open, glittering
like moonslit
ocean
voyage calling
eyes which
drew me
longingly
o'er mountains
to see them
searching,
seeking out
and smiling
-Kyrinn S. Eis
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Transliteration:
Kol od ba’le’vav p’nima,Nefesh yehudi ho’miyah.
U’lefa-atei kadimah,
Ayin le’Tziyyon tzofiyah.
Od lo avda tikva-teinu,
Ha’tikvah bat sh’not al-payim
Lih-yot am chofshi b’ar-tzeinu
Eretz Tziyyon v’Yerushalayim.
Translation:
As long as within our hearts
The Jewish soul sings,
As long as forward to the East
To Zion, looks the eye –
Our hope is not yet lost,
It is two thousand years old,
To be a free people in our land
The land of Zion and Jerusalem.
https://www.myjewishlearning.com/article/national-anthem-of-israel/
Syil, in her youth, at study within, The Residence, her childhood home.
Her Fey ancestry momentarily manifests in her right eye; perhaps she spotted the movement of a tiny skitterfluff along a bookshelf running board.
After we ate there, you let me know, with smiles, and other wiles, it was time to go.
We took an uber back home. The trees a collage of greys and whichever season their foliage would shelter our eyes from what manner of structures lay behind --them. Roughly thirty minutes later, we drove up to the garage, disembarked, thanked Juanita for her service and together walked the door.
Central cluster of furniture, in neutral colours, a sense of casual disuse and almost topical clutter
-- passed by as you led me upstairs.
Afterwards, as we lay, hazel on brown orbs gazed one another; finger play, and silent laughter.
Lips met together.
Tour and banter, my comments, your answers; always your eyes, my compass needle did guide.
Awkward, -- almost anticlimax, settle in, and order out,
-- no, I offered to show my mastery
-- ah, perhaps a grocery order was the order of the day...
Still that early reassurance-seeking, under couch blanket, distracted TV watching,
-- already another lovemaking on our minds.
Flash of the Blade
The Duellists
Two of my absolute favourite Iron Maiden songs!
Flying down the highway far over the limit, putting it all on the line, devil-may-care!
South Florida gave me the freedom to exorcise my demons.
I'm still trying to wrap my mind around all of this, but this tool, and this video together create good synergy:
As the Bell Rings the Maypole Spins
:: Explainer
Both in Petershagen, then, West Germany when I was a child 5/6, and later in my very strange elementary school in Miami, Florida, we danced the Maypole. My Protestant Irish PE teacher, Eveline Wood, was impressed that I knew it and was glad to see me gaily skipping along in the weave.
Have you ever stood in the April wood
And called the new year in?
While the phantoms of three thousand years fly
As the dead leaves spin?
There's a snap in the grass behind your feet
And a tap upon your shoulder.
And the thin wind crawls along your neck ---
It's just the old gods getting older.
And the kestral drops like a fall of shot and
The red cloud hanging high ---
Come --- a Beltane.
Have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth?
And doted on the daughter in the ministry of youth?
Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent.
And taken up the cause of love, for the sake of argument.
Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot
From soft lips in the rain ---
Come --- a Beltane.
Happy old new year to you and yours.
The sun's up for one more day, to be sure.
Play it out gladly, for your card's marked again.
Have you walked around your parks and towns so knife-edged orderly?
While the fires are burned on the hills upturned
In far-off wild country.
And felt the chill on your window sill
As the green man comes around.
With his walking cane of sweet hazel --- brings it crashing down.
Sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites.
Well, it's just your groaning pains.
Come --- a Beltane.
Songwriters: Ian Scott Anderson
Beltane lyrics © The Ian Anderson Group Of Companies Ltd
Source: Musixmatch