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Central Fall by Dusk-Vanguard, literature

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Central Fall

Carrion soul, fortune feasting favours the few flawed. Conniptions exhaled breathless; flinching nightingale eschewed and unfathomed within storeys levelled. Stone skull cracked in weathered heartbeats, fragmented followings; acolyte exonerated ahead of an aging system against which no barrier stands. Were there periods upon which answers fell from the fairytale books and primed leverage? Pages gilded in rot where no eye bleeds into itself without refrain. Eyelash. Eyelash. Eye lash.

The Slate Carapace Field by Dusk-Vanguard, literature

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The Slate Carapace Field

The Scarabs – spawned from the sand of the Eternal Hourglass – were the custodians of the pre stages of Time. They kept aspects in motion, and avoided paradoxical elements, which in turn could distort or corrupt the flow of ages. In these earliest of periods before sentient dominance, they were regularly at war with the embodiments of Inertia – an element living outside of Time, which could not interact directly with Time itself, but instead utilised the planes of the Fourth Dimension, and sent scores of interventions to conflict with the natural flow. As they were conjured by Inertia, these embodiments were capable of moving w

An Untitled Appreciation for the Outdoors by Dusk-Vanguard, literature

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An Untitled Appreciation for the Outdoors

The light on his back. The wind in the trees. The clouds in the sky. The stones on the sand. The rhythms and reels they dance in the streets, signalling the appropriation of the new season. The rains and the woes of the bitter months subside. In the sunshine, they find peace. In the heat, they find happiness. On those dry, mild evenings, they take to glades and hillocks, and gaze at the stars, a million miles from their suburbia. In the morning, they march home, contented that within the browning of the leaves, their fondness and memories of what transpired will pull them through tomorrow. In the summertime, life begins.

The Ash in the Hourglass by Dusk-Vanguard, literature

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The Ash in the Hourglass

Once-supple beams gnarled in remission. From within the foliage, the eyes of the world happen to catch a glance, a sight, of time escaping. The sand trickles from silvery boughs, bleached white in the wake of their own mortality. The glade shimmers in silence, its breath muted in sunlight, held in reflective repose. Into night, disquieting winds summon a storm at dusk. The debris of ages becomes engulfed in the torrent. Fragments of monolithic ruins stumble, shatter, disperse. Sand seeps through the cracks brought about by the morn. The grains give themselves to the wind. From the fragmented shadow, the trunk makes no so

Blood Inside by Dusk-Vanguard, literature

Evergreen by Dusk-Vanguard, literature

Remorse is Mechanical by Dusk-Vanguard, literature

Celt by Dusk-Vanguard, literature

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Celt

The dead do not sleep. Sleep is for the living. I left my land with that memory in my heart, And now I have returned to the world of yesteryear. Rain pelts battered shields. Broken spears splinter the glade. Those drums of war, their skins once so taut, Loosed and lost to winds so long ago. The pipes call from behind the hills, Their sound a jarring sword in the side. Betrayal fought the battle, avarice its edge. Those men of honour? They do not sleep. I see this world now; The bloodshed has washed away. The sun paints the dewy grass in dappled rays. The pipes call from behind my memory. Those who did not sleep are gone. Tho

Perdition City by Dusk-Vanguard, literature

Missing Wolf by Dusk-Vanguard, literature

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Missing Wolf

Industry beats cold tonight. Seven a.m., the streets awash in wintry mist. Strangers in silence, walking nowhere paths to tomorrow's never. Time rears its head behind powdered cloud. Sunlight sifts through terminal star-shine. Concrete, drunk with rain, damp under the foot of worn leather support. Inhale cold air, and exhale a vision. The last dying lamps are snuffed out in perfect synchronicity. The memory drops from the shelf, along with the years. The frost. The day-job.

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United Kingdom
Deviant for 20 years
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"The tower of time is your life’s work; the magnum opus inescapable."

Favourite Movies

The Godfather, The Big Lebowski, Edward Scissorhands, Annie Hall, There Will Be Blood, Blade Runner, The Wrestler, Planet of the Apes, No Country For Old Men, A Hard Day's Night.

Favourite TV Shows

Battlestar Galactica, King of the Hill, Frasier, House, Transformers, Seinfeld, Deadwood, Batman: The Animated Series, Twin Peaks, Game of Thrones, A Bit of Fry and Laurie, Dilbert.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Devin Townsend, Ulver.

Favourite Books

The Dark Tower series, Cerebus, William Blake's 'The Marriage of Heaven and Hell', Goethe's Faust, Prose Edda, any K.J. Parker.

Favourite Writers

Dylan Thomas, Ted Hughes, Ian Crockatt, K.J. Parker, Stephen King.

Favourite Games

Warcraft, Starcraft, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Golden Axe, Streets of Rage, Sonic, Street Fighter, Portal, Elder Scrolls.

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC.

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Dusk-Vanguard

May 4, 2010

The curse of deprivation.

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We feign sleep in a Swiss airport, while Sinead OConner attempts to lull us in ambivalent, false security. Why does an internal coffee conglomerate require parasols? My stomach lurches as my heart skips a beat. Skips as Susannah sees the dead. The man snores in heavy-set brushstrokes where ambience is broken by a relentless escalator, and the rise of tinnitus. Muted conversation in an unspoken language, trying desperately to find its place in Zurichs complex mechanism. Complexanism. Escalating schism as compassion was all but wiped out when the curtain descended, opting for a brief glance before turning away, as the old woman did

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Dusk-Vanguard

Mar 12, 2009

Oh, snap.

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A poem got a favourite, minutes after being initially submitted. I think I owe the world a Coke. *EDIT* And two? I owe everything prior to the Asteroid Belt a large Coke.

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ossianstorm15

Mar 9, 2010

"To burst like a fist through glass" -
To be the fist, to be the glass.

To be opened by that searing sun-shaft again, again. As utterly as I give, to recieve.

greetings, Dusk-Vanguard