Cotton
Below me is a sea of cotton
Above me, a wisp of smoke.
Tears can not help express what I am feeling,
Not for me.
I smile as I think of the good times I shared with those now behind me.
I hold on to those memories & yearn for them as they try to wrestle my grip and escape me.
What a fair time that was,
which now seems so long ago
Although we said goodbye, but yesterday I think.
Farewell my friends
Until time hastens,
And we have grown much
I have gained more then you can know from you,
And I thank you.
I stare into the distance
As my little island of happiness fades out of sight, swallowed,
By a sea of cotton.
Nightbringer
Monstrous Beast
Lord of Death
Bane of all
Master of the Stars!
Who can contest such unmatchable power?
Who can stand before with still knees?
Silently he appears
Fear precedes him; Darkness follows him.
Cries, Cries all around
Clouded Confusion
Terrifying glimpses
And Death.
Dark is his will
Revenge gnaws at the edge of his mind always
Powerful are his ways
Obstacles concern him not
None shall survive.
But wait!
Below on the cleft!
A hero challenges him!
The one tears apart dozens of enemies to get to the boastful hero
The two clash bloodily together
The Grey hero holds back death itself.
The fight wages on for hours
Lesser brethren of the hero join the epic battle
Others try to help with the Monstrosity
But they are driven away by its unspeakable terror and dread
Finally the hero delivers a blow!
The lesser Grey ones cheer with admiration of their unbeatable hero
But the one does not fall
With one deadly swipe the hero collapses under the one’s potent strength
The Grey ones fall silent, seeing their fate to die at the hands of the terrible one.
They lose their cheer of battle
And realize the foolishness of even hoping to beat the one.
None shall survive.
All grows dark and even the bravest of heart are drained of strength
The first two breathe their last breath
The rest fall to their knees, shaking in fear.
The one passes over the hero as he hovers towards the remnant
Suddenly the hero thrusts his sword up into the beast in a last burst of courage and a deep desire to defeat the beast
The others see the time to fight is now
They leap in the air, swords drawn.
As one they strike
The hero drives his sword in all the more
And they hack and hack
And when the one has fallen
Who is left alive?
And for those left alive,
Who can hope to stand?
Who can face Necrodermis?
For they all fell on that day,
Fighting for their lives and others,
Fighting to kill
The Nightbringer.
-By Nick Broce
7/19/11
A Thought
Everywhere we go, we make new friends. Thats one way to look at it. I look at it as everywhere we go, we leave others behind.
-Nick
10/7/11
Random...
To a man upon being asked if he could make known what he had felt.
"Let me put it in simple terms. Have you ever had to cross a freezing, rushing river, after having worked a hard and excruciatingly long day, far beyond the point of exhastion? Has your body ever been so fatigued, that you could only trudge on because if you stopped to think about the pain, you would cry?Added to this, the constant shadow of thought, ever swelling in the back of your mind that you will never see your brothers, or your sisters, ever again. Your parents, close friends, dear mentors. Have you ever brought up their faces in your mind and tryed to imagine them as a thing of the past which will never again be yours?"
Abashed the man answered a sorry, "No."
"Then you cannot know."
-Nick
11/15/11
Below me is a sea of cotton
Above me, a wisp of smoke.
Tears can not help express what I am feeling,
Not for me.
I smile as I think of the good times I shared with those now behind me.
I hold on to those memories & yearn for them as they try to wrestle my grip and escape me.
What a fair time that was,
which now seems so long ago
Although we said goodbye, but yesterday I think.
Farewell my friends
Until time hastens,
And we have grown much
I have gained more then you can know from you,
And I thank you.
I stare into the distance
As my little island of happiness fades out of sight, swallowed,
By a sea of cotton.
-Nick
(A farewell poem to my friends as I flew out of Guatemala in a plane.)
11/27/11
(A farewell poem to my friends as I flew out of Guatemala in a plane.)
11/27/11
Nightbringer
Monstrous Beast
Lord of Death
Bane of all
Master of the Stars!
Who can contest such unmatchable power?
Who can stand before with still knees?
Silently he appears
Fear precedes him; Darkness follows him.
Cries, Cries all around
Clouded Confusion
Terrifying glimpses
And Death.
Dark is his will
Revenge gnaws at the edge of his mind always
Powerful are his ways
Obstacles concern him not
None shall survive.
But wait!
Below on the cleft!
A hero challenges him!
The one tears apart dozens of enemies to get to the boastful hero
The two clash bloodily together
The Grey hero holds back death itself.
The fight wages on for hours
Lesser brethren of the hero join the epic battle
Others try to help with the Monstrosity
But they are driven away by its unspeakable terror and dread
Finally the hero delivers a blow!
The lesser Grey ones cheer with admiration of their unbeatable hero
But the one does not fall
With one deadly swipe the hero collapses under the one’s potent strength
The Grey ones fall silent, seeing their fate to die at the hands of the terrible one.
They lose their cheer of battle
And realize the foolishness of even hoping to beat the one.
None shall survive.
All grows dark and even the bravest of heart are drained of strength
The first two breathe their last breath
The rest fall to their knees, shaking in fear.
The one passes over the hero as he hovers towards the remnant
Suddenly the hero thrusts his sword up into the beast in a last burst of courage and a deep desire to defeat the beast
The others see the time to fight is now
They leap in the air, swords drawn.
As one they strike
The hero drives his sword in all the more
And they hack and hack
And when the one has fallen
Who is left alive?
And for those left alive,
Who can hope to stand?
Who can face Necrodermis?
For they all fell on that day,
Fighting for their lives and others,
Fighting to kill
The Nightbringer.
-By Nick Broce
7/19/11
A Thought
Everywhere we go, we make new friends. Thats one way to look at it. I look at it as everywhere we go, we leave others behind.
-Nick
10/7/11
Random...
To a man upon being asked if he could make known what he had felt.
"Let me put it in simple terms. Have you ever had to cross a freezing, rushing river, after having worked a hard and excruciatingly long day, far beyond the point of exhastion? Has your body ever been so fatigued, that you could only trudge on because if you stopped to think about the pain, you would cry?Added to this, the constant shadow of thought, ever swelling in the back of your mind that you will never see your brothers, or your sisters, ever again. Your parents, close friends, dear mentors. Have you ever brought up their faces in your mind and tryed to imagine them as a thing of the past which will never again be yours?"
Abashed the man answered a sorry, "No."
"Then you cannot know."
-Nick
11/15/11
