ng aking tsinelas.
Nawala ang aking medyas.
Sobrang super pa at napako pa ang kalyo ko.
Syeteng buhay pa,
at na apakan pa ng pagka at malaman na ebak,
na diko alam kung pano hugasan.
Pero in a way,
kelangan ko na maging honest to myself.
Kasi if not,
I can try na malinisan naman.
Knowing how to make things work para naman,
alam ko in the next time around.
I can be with or without tsinelas.
I can always try na linisan ang aking paa,
at wag mag paa.
In any case, I can go just like so,
and never be anymore like any halfling.
I will not go in that smuck ridden turds of farmer Giles’
shrooms that is so ever enticing and so warm under my tongue.
Rohan me a gap,
where all mine were Moira’s.
Why Mordor all that which has no Shire,
only which a precious one ring,
that burzum a lugburz that hate this grishnack of an elven Ent.
Why do I always Lewis that Tolkein,
Damn you Morris.
If it weren’t for your essay on Fangorn,
I’d be running a long like rabbit out of Mirkwood
into that night,
where Alice would at least drink a cup of alcohol tea,
and loving one to two hoopla of my Lewis into all these.
A history of the things we can share,
a love that may have fallen out of our own Eden.
Yours went west,
as mine went Merry and Pippin to Isengard.
of all timber and water of debris.
I was still hacking and slashing what was left over.
I saw pale riders came up and told me in my thoughtless memory.
“Go back Go back,
Before how much your own,
Go back Go back.
Before your face is not yours,
anymore to no one.”
What mind can work,
when its fue! is toxic.
What can a heart take,
when its oi! radiates a poison.
Then to take nothing of any cake,
Turn the sugar as an additive
than be diabetic of it.
Only when those things
can be a nutrient and supplements
the root of it all;
my attitude and behavior towards
the life I want,
the life I need,
the life I have to take.
the life I need to want and shall stop
all my mind’s journey towards the mountain
of all Balrogs I can face.
The weight of this mask is unbearable.
As with Frodo ‘s thinly smile wavers in and out,
Sam will always be cheerful as Mordor lies over my heart.
This light sword I take,
As with Aragorn’s buckler on his left,
By the side of Legolas’ knocked tips,
To Gimli’s chuckle.
My feet will run,
My mind sprint,
My heart will walk
Until I see none only to be at the road far side from Mirkwood to Fangorn.
My mind will rest easy,
If Saruman will grin with an evil laugh with Sauron at his heel,
And keep all orcs at bay.
Go ahead and smoke um, Pippin.
Go ahead eat them all Merry.
Purse your lips, so all of us want to kiss you, Legolas.
Swoon and sing me a smirk a cute blush under, mighty Aragorn.
Why am I so stuck here, with a monocle with a bleak smile
As I keep reading and watching.
Aah for the love of being a nerd, a dweeb and would love Eowyn with all
her dirt ash blonde by my side.
The joys of a world,
in a world,
that was never,
in New Zealand.
Pencil rough to outline
Finished without enhancement.
… the memory of a pen
that fills this page,
a pencil went looking
for it’s future.
It saw the memory
of the vale of Kor-tirion,
it ached and gasp tears
of graphite fears.
9 days equals to half a week to get me through.
9 nights, 9 days did Odin got through and be Runic about it.
9 men turned into something new because of one, that
9 fingered Frodo left us with a fantasy compared to none.
@rt by @rtsydhude
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