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Post by rosepetal on Sept 5, 2014 5:32:12 GMT -5
rosepetal, thanks for sharing your beautiful poem. When I first started writing, just like many other writers I'm sure, it was poetry. And even after I transitioned into prose, I don't think I've completely let go of those poetic roots and beginnings. Recently, I've been writing about a character who is a Warrior-Poet. Warrior-Poets are a special "class" of people who chase after dreams and visions, turning them into reality. Their protectress is the Goddess-Poetess, whose unseen presence guides their footsteps through all dangers and whose divine words soothe their souls and inspire their visions. With a sword in their hand, they battle nightmares; with a song in their heart, they compose poetry. Here is the "rulebook" for Warrior-Poets, words coming from the Goddess-Poetess herself - ten "rules" which guide their life: 1. A poem should not describe reality: leave facts to historians. 2. You cannot compose a poem if you have not lived it first. 3. A poem has the power to transform lies into truth, visions into reality, and death into life. 4. A poem is the temple of your soul: do not enter without a sacrifice. 5. You may lose your life today, but a poem never dies. 6. A poem’s meaning is unlocked with the heart; at the same time, it is the key which unlocks the heart. 7. A poem contains words, but is not bound by them; it is composed not only of words, but also of silence. 8. A poem is like a reflection in water: a changeful image underneath which lies an unknown depth. 9. In a poem, there is no victory, there is no defeat: those are just words. 10. The final poem has not yet been composed. Your story sounds fascinating and love the poem rules, some are so true . I used to write stories but I have so little time now and it requires so much. My problem has always been getting lost in description by the time I'm done Ive even forgotten what my point was ....lol I do sometimes write about true experiences so perhaps I'll be inspired to give it a go. Please keep writing and sharing your work I'm intrigued and look forward to hearing more about the warrior poet.
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 4, 2014 14:49:56 GMT -5
We started a conversation about "boxes" that people put themselves and others in, and I'd like to sort of continue that. Here is something I wrote a while back - a few thoughts about what magic means to me as a writer (the part in violet). I like all fiction genres, but when I write I am almost always drawn to fantasy fiction: I love inventing new worlds or imagining concepts beyond the "reality" of this world. In fantasy fiction, magic often plays an important role, whether we talk about divine beings, supernatural beings, or wizards and sorcerers. Magical powers have fascinated humanity since... forever... and whether magic is a real thing or not is irrelevant for a fantasy fiction writer - because it's all made up anyway. So, what is magic? Magic represents the desire to make impossible - possible, to overcome all limitations and overstep all boundaries, in order to reach absolute freedom, which is otherwise always compromised by the rules and laws that apply to the "ordinary". Magic defies all that by giving us the freedom to create the kind of reality we wouldn't have otherwise dared to dream of. In a way, then, magic also gives us permission to dream beyond what has been dreamt before. And dreaming is the birthplace of originality and innovation. Magic gives us free reign, which makes anything possible: for, not only do we find ourselves out of the proverbial box, but the box ceises to exist entirely. The final sentence here actually refers to that phrase "think outside the box". If the box represents the ordinary and the outside of the box represents the extraordinary or non-ordinary, this means we have another either-or, a binary opposition, if you are one then you cannot be the other, which is actually a concept in a box, so you are still there, in that box. The paradox cannot be resolved unless you realise there is no box - boxes are things your mind creates, but your mind can do anything, so it can also make the box disappear, make it not exist any more. Then anything is possible and there is no paradox: ordinary can be extraordinary and extraordinary can be ordinary.
I love the idea of a world with no boundaries as it applies to the imagination. How true your description of "magic making the impossible possible'' who hasn't wished for the escape that a magical world would bring. If you live, think and feel within the box you limit all possibilities of experiencing the unknown, of truly understanding what the human experience could be. I so hope that you will share more of your wonderful writing with us, for in todays world the ability to transport your fellow man to magical place is such a gift. I am not a professional writer by any means growing up with crazy people inhabits you from understanding what goals are much less attaining them. I married a wonderful boy at the age of 15, 43 years , 2kids and lifetime of love later I have no regrets. But I sometimes wish I had more education and could spend my days writing. Most of the things I write are kind of dark but Adam sometimes inspires me to write something sweet. I wrote this for my husband in a valentine card a few years ago I would like to share it with you. The Magic land of never was, one day came to be, It floated on a rainbow across the deep blue sea, With candy shores and chocolate clouds and honey in the streams. Goodness, hope and kindness and golden moon beams. The people dined on apple pie and washed it down with love, The sky was filled with miracles and the wings of snow white doves. Peace is sprinkled all around and every heart is true, It is a very special place, the place that I found you.
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 3, 2014 10:38:01 GMT -5
Awww eri9 - the agony of the wait is going to so worth it. These are the last two shows in a smaller arena in front of fierce NZ glamberts and Queen fans. The richter scale is going to tremble in Auckland - in the best possible way. Hahaa yeah!!! I was at both Melbourne concerts so I know how amazing it will be! I'm more nervous about tonight tho, cos I have so many Non-Berts friends and family coming! I hope they appreciate the epicness that they will witness tonight! I told a friend today, if she enjoys it 1/10 of the amount I did, it will still the best thing she's ever seen! :D I think tonight's venue is actually bigger than Melbourne!!! NZ crowd should be awesome tho!!!! So excited. Biggest #NZGlitterTribe get-together tonight pre-concert too!!! \o/ I took two self porfessed Queen Bees to my concert it took them less than 5 minute to fall in love with Adam. I worried for no reason.
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 2, 2014 15:09:57 GMT -5
I am very excited, thanks to all who made this possible . I have written poetry my entire life, I grew up in a very bad place with very bad people and it was an escape. As I've gotten older much of my writing had become a statement of things as I see them. I'm often inspired by Adam and social injustice of this world. A lifelong Emily Dickenson fan I sometimes lean toward the subject if death but not the sadness, it's the peace and understanding I feel death brings that I write about . But since we are talking about the moon and darkness I will post a little poem I wrote years ago when I was so unsure what tomorrow would bring Perhaps the night will linger And grace me with its kiss, Tell the dawn it's not welcome. And dry the morning mist, For I'm frighten by tomorrow And yesterday was so sad , That darkness is now my fortress While in its arms I'm clad . It wooes me and comforts me Then whispers in my ear , Rest now my little one For life is drawing near. If only I could stay here Safe from care and harm , But I fear it will not happen For alas here comes the dawn. Ah, rosepetal, so good to see you here! I think you are one of the key inspirations for the launch of a new thread like this one: you asked if there was a place to post original writing at Atop and that sparked a bunch of posts about how much people missed the Moon Garden. So thank you! (For those who didn't see if originally, rosepetal posted a funny poem in response to the picture of Adam doing the Ice Bucket Challenge -- it went like this: I'm a little naughty and seeing Adam drenched in ice water made me think a rather naughty thought, so I wrote a little diddy. Since I'm new this is not allowed please let me know : Here it is:)
Adam doused himself with ice It gave u know who quite a fright , I hope he's fine and will rise above When Adam dons those pants we love. Read more: adamtopia.com/user/2001/recent#ixzz3BcK15inprosepetal, it's lovely how you are able to use poetry to make us laugh, and also to comfort yourself and others -- I did see the lovely poem you posted for mamba6 recently, too ( adamtopia.com/user/2001/recent#ixzz3BcKLRlq9). I love the way you image night and the way it can wrap comfortingly around you like a blanket (also known as a comforter, now I think of it) -- dawn is often used as a symbol of hope and I like the way you turn that on its head here. I am so glad that your writing has helped you make it through such hard times, and I look forward to sharing the journey with you here. Thank you for the warm welcome. I am so looking forward to joining such a wonderful group of fellow glamberts that enjoying creating art if all kinds. I should say that poetry is my the only writing ability I posses, a really good narrative has always escaped me . I can't take decent picture to save my soul , my subjects are usually missing body parts particularly their head. As for quilting or any other type of painting etc. let's just I hate to see a quilt I made a picture I painted . It could be down right frightening. I admire those who can do these things so much and can't wait to see some examples the work all of you do. Lastly I want to thank you on behalf of all my coworkers who will no longer be forced to listened to my poetry.
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 2, 2014 10:46:43 GMT -5
I am very excited, thanks to all who made this possible . I have written poetry my entire life, I grew up in a very bad place with very bad people and it was an escape. As I've gotten older much of my writing had become a statement of things as I see them. I'm often inspired by Adam and social injustice of this world. A lifelong Emily Dickenson fan I sometimes lean toward the subject if death but not the sadness, it's the peace and understanding I feel death brings that I write about . But since we are talking about the moon and darkness I will post a little poem I wrote years ago when I was so unsure what tomorrow would bring Perhaps the night will linger And grace me with its kiss, Tell the dawn it's not welcome. And dry the morning mist, For I'm frighten by tomorrow And yesterday was so sad , That darkness is now my fortress While in its arms I'm clad . It wooes me and comforts me Then whispers in my ear , Rest now my little one For life is drawing near. If only I could stay here Safe from care and harm , But I fear it will not happen For alas here comes the dawn.
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Post by rosepetal on Aug 28, 2014 14:39:42 GMT -5
I have seen GaGa in concert and she is amazing, l love her very talented lady. The thing I thought about when I heard the video is how much different things sound in person. I think the whole thing was suppose to be fun, not a polished earthshattering performance. Gaga got to sing with Queen, Adam got to sing with GaGa...what could go wrong?Well...then good old humanity took over got there scalpels out and stated to dissect .... What a shame :( I'm sorry that Adam had to remind some fans how to behave, when if they just followed his lead the world would be a much nicer place .
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Post by rosepetal on Aug 26, 2014 6:41:06 GMT -5
I just wanted to say thank you for all the fun here.. I've been sitting for the past 3 weeks in the hospital with my husband as he slowly leaves this world and I thank you for all the humor, videos and one-sided conversations. You've brought some relief to tough times. I suspect I'm not the only one lurking here enjoying your good humor and serious analysis of delightful performance art. Please keep it up and carry on. Thank you again. Take good care, mamba6. Glad that Atop is an oasis for you right now, as it is so often for many of us. Although I am new I wanted to send you peace ,light and love, My husband is not well and everyday we share is a blessing . I wrote the following verse for a co worker whose father recently past , I thought you might enjoy it , Sun on a cloudy day. Care and strife washed wash away, Time floats on Gilded wings, Moments in eternity, Music played on golden harps Threads it's way into my heart, Then surrounds my soul with endless peace While angels wait within my reach . Love ...dances openly ,partnered with tranquility , Through hallow halls of ancient grace On clouds of hope for endless days. Joy ...resounds both far and near Filling me with warmth and cheer, I know now I'm not alone He has called ...I'm going home .
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Post by rosepetal on Aug 25, 2014 10:28:20 GMT -5
"Combined with Now I'm Here being an underwhelming opener, the starting sequence left the capacity audience a little cold." Is he fucking kidding? NIH is great song and opener Perhaps he's both deaf and blind as well as being an idiot. Poor thing.
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Post by rosepetal on Aug 24, 2014 9:53:54 GMT -5
There's an awfully lot of pretty goin on here ..., my my beautiful boys.
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Post by rosepetal on Aug 23, 2014 14:03:09 GMT -5
Wasn't there a story just like this about the fan in the car for either the Idol tour or GNT? I remember the comment that the intruder "sat still and just looked straight ahead". If he was traveling with Brian and Roger, why did he have his own car. I'm sure it could happen twice, but urban legends are everywhere. I've seen them in the newspapers before. It wouldn't be the first time. No big deal either way, but it was weird to have the exact same description of the fan's behavior. Anyone else remember that? I do, I remember Adam talking about it an interview . I thought about it as soon as I read the story . Seems to me like an interviewer ask him about encounters with fans and he told the story . But maybe I'm wrong, I fill my head with so much Adam, things could easily get jumbled up .
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