Portcullis Made of Shadow in the Fleeting Continuum of Time

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What is white, black, and refractory all over?
Its rhetorical don’t answer.
The dream is the riddle.
The Gateway can only be opened by the footsteps of the chosen one.

A freaking descendant of Heyzues.
This photograph proves it.
Purchased on Zapatos.com.
Shoes fit for the offspring of Hashem.

These hybrid sneaks.
These sandals of advanced footwear theory.
These shoes of enlightenment.
Known on the streets as “The Mirror Breakers”.

Disintegrate enchanted porcelain road.
Fractured galaxies turned into fragmented glass.
Layers of a black and white tide die.
Worn by eons on the bend.

I’m sold size twelve please.
There is one thing that is bothering me though.
Would the creator really want his children to wear socks with sandals?
What tomfoolery!

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To Draft Amongst Kings

onionringofpowerA sports minded hobbit sets his fantasy football lineups.
Then places his weekly lottery tickets into an envelope.
A wax seal emblem pressed: The House of Freshness represented.
Mailed to the Giants at the Meadow Lands delivered by the “Quick Post”.
Shipped by the boats of the Southron Buccaneers in the bay of Tampa.
The Eagles watch over the financials along the arduous travel.
Then flown to “The Bank” by the Ravens, Edgar, Allan, and Poe.
The all seeing eye embossed in flame always watching.
The nameless fear that sports the prestigious Burger King crown.
He who enchants his legendary lineups with the Palantír (Great seeing stones of statistical advantage).
A shadowy figure cooks twenty Onion Rings in the heart of Mount Doom.
Three Onion Rings given out to the Elven-kings under the sky of Hail Mary.
Seven Onion Rings given out to the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of analytic sports mining.
Nine Onion Rings given out to the Mortal Men of gambling addiction doomed to be broke.
All of whom were deceived.
One Onion Ring for the Dark Draft King.
In the noxious landscape of online weekly fantasy football draft farms.
One Onion Ring to rule them all.
One Onion ring to find out what lineups the people of middle earth will start each week.
One Onion Ring to bring them all and in the gamble fleece them.
In the land of the Internet where the owners of Draft Kings and Fanduel lie.
The One Onion Ring of power forged in the deepest fryers of Mordor where the shadows devour “The Whoppers”.
As time passed the scripture engraved on the One Onion Ring to rule them all faded.
Only when dipped in heated zesty Onion Ring sauce would the ancient elvish scripture illuminate in a fiery red glow.
The translation: Concept of the four leaf clover.
In the high stakes den’s of Bree.
At the Prancing Pony.
A place where they have pitted fans against fans in a duel to the monetary death.
Shire folk wager with wizards, rangers, elves, dwarfs, and men from all over Middle Earth.
Their silver pennies, pence, and various precious metals the stake.
Wagered over games of linguistic riddles, dice, cards, and of course football.
The contestants eagerly watch games of lateral pig skin movement.
On pools of reflection.

*  “To Draft Amongst Kings” is a reflection of how I feel about the illegal market of insider analytics trading.  Draft Kings and Fan Duel are two major players in the weekly fantasy football market.  According to one source that I read there are allegations that employees of each site traded analytic information and had access to this analytic information when they created their lineups which won over $350,000 last week.    Employees of both companies have access to statistical data that allow them to have a incredible edge over the average player.  They have access to what percentage of people are playing certain players.  Also, they are responsible for setting the draft prices for each player.  This is an example of insider trading and can’t be tolerated.  Both companies have issued a statement, which included an apology, and a promise that in the future employees will not be able to play in any weekly fantasy football tournaments on either of the weekly fantasy football draft farms.  There is in fact a class action lawsuit and if you would like to find out more about it here is a link.

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Mogwai

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On a segment of my blog known as, “Arbitrary Information About a Ghost,” a wonderful blogger that goes by the moniker of Carisa Adrienne was kind enough to leave a comment of encouragement!  She blogs at Sometimes Silver Linings are Blue and I recommend that you check it out.  After a day of allowing the comment to sink in I decided to let my ability to write or lack there of do the correspondence.  If you would like to check out the original comment chain it can be found on “Arbitrary Information About a Ghost.”

This is the comment chain I speak of…

You made my night! I laughed so much  🙂 (She used the actual smiley face emoticon and if anyone would be so kind to tell me how to put in such emoticon I would be happy to fully recreate her comment) You are talented ❤️ (Apparently you can copy and paste the heart emoticon).

jfreshly says:

***smiles*** you are so talented. You have no idea how much I love this. You have made my day once again. ❤️

Why is this in the comment section and not a post?

Ummmmmm, I think you should post it!
Btw…. I make up words too. : )
I’m going to go and find me some jelly belly oh telly 🙂

Also.. Since you didn’t add the ***heart*** I will. ❤️

P.S. Thank you so much Carisa!  Have a wonderful weekend!!!

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Kami

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Kami

Rhythm of the biosphere

The Real Mckoi fish

Swim in a sacred pond

Spirit of the sun

Spirit of the moon

Push and pull

From a distance

In unison with the constant

Are drawn to the dance

Cosmic force of life

These two ancient adversaries

Communicate

Language is of an ancient dialect

Their verbal usage

Shot out into the darkness

Sonic

Faint

Pulsating

Like whales speaking to each other

Over vast distances

In the dark depths

To coexist In the supernatural

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Mangerines

Jenga

There is a fine line between,

Dream and fascination,

Beauty and perception,

Greed and perfection,

Love and affection,

Affairs and temptation,

Laws and regulation.

The world is a floating puzzle orb.

The pieces are comprised of DNA modules.

The crossroads of the crossword.

Where lines of thought intersect with curiosity.

ACROSS

  1. Architectural consists of 54 blocks.

In a frequency of elegance.

Energy in the virtuoso.

I want my vocal chord pattern to mutter one phrase.

JENGA!

But, she beat me to it.

Based on my interpretation of the moment.

If you read between the lines.

This is what they call;

True and romance.

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Ghost Writer

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A finial is doused in a fiery impulse.
The ballpoint pen is the weapon of choice.
Shadows of the past.
Origin of the ghost writer.
It was somewhere in Oswego, New York.
When a contingent of like minded Phish fans bounced around the room.
A young Peter Parker Esq took a potent dose of hallucination.
As Lucy in the sky with diamonds tried to co-exist with the leprechaun from the Lucky Charms box.
The writer struggled in the cataclysm of his new reality.
A Latin tongue spoke in foreign linguistics.
Delusions of Grandeur.
Tempted by darkness.
Psychological thriller.
A man with Georgia peaches approached the campsite carrying an Amish styled fiddle case.
With a sinister grin, a stoic figure put down his wares, and pulled out his Uni-Ball Signo DX 0.38.
The lower tube was engraved with an gold felt elvish scripture. (This device was most likely forged in Mordor.)
His intentions became clear.
The devil had come to challenge this connoisseur of Modern Linguistics.
The Gauntlet had been laid down. (Elf needs food badly.)
Freestyle write by the fireside.
If the writer was victorious the demon would release him from the “Jedi Trip” and give him the coveted pen of the ghost writer.
If this apparition of the devil could spit hot fire and win the duel of freestyle; the writer would have to come through the erratic portal and re-write what would you do for a Klondike bar commercials throughout the duration of the existence of his soul. (Apparently demons are very fond of Klondike bars.)
Failure was not an option.
He became empowered to speak words in an order that seemed agreeable.
The writer was known to rap tight during full moon hikes and on this occasion just like many others he streamed his consciousness to the beat in a manner of perfection.
Timing.
Ferocity.
Concise delivery in a viscous manner.
This man was raised by literary animals.
On that night he literally devoured this devil like he was a cannibal.
Words flowed with hype as his rage became maniacal.
The man picked up his fiddle case and walked away in the moon glow.
Some say they overheard the demon whisper to his master.
I’ve done everything you have asked for please don’t hold me liable.
To beat Jfreshly in a freestyle battle is just not viable.

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Mad Hatter

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It was somewhere in-between The Dick Van Dyke Show and The Lucile Ball Show when the LSD began kicking in

The television had been wide asleep since its conception

A ghost in the shell

Levitation is mesmerizing

Poltergeists play for keeps

These floating ghosts sure are a hungry bunch

Hacked into the old-school A & P commercials

And are now balls deep in the marshmallows on isle 6

The scheduled program is now the feature

Lucy’s ginger glory is up in smoke

The idea of vapor is emanating from the television

Eyes are popping out of the socket

As a young girl is encompassed by the invisible smog

What a long and crazy trip its been.

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Bogarden2 vs Bogarden3 AN EPIC CONFRONTATION

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I wanted to give some love to my good friend at https://waldendrive.wordpress.com/ French Tree (markeliotwrites).  On a blog post “CHAT: Bogarden3” we have had a very fun and interesting comment chain.  I wanted to share as a blog post because I rather enjoyed it and this blog “Modern Linguistics” is all about sharing creativity.  If you don’t play Magic: The Gathering or never have then this may seem a bit foreign to you.  Never the less you should enjoy it!  Feel free to continue with the epic battle in the comment section!  We’re closing in on Bogarden2 its only a matter of time!  If you’re interested in getting caught up on what is going on here is the link to the original post. https://jfreshly.wordpress.com/2015/05/30/chat-bogarden3/

Key: Bogarden3 and or French Tree’s parts are in Bold.  Sofaknight and or Jfreshly’s part is italicized.

Yeah, had to bury Bogarden1
But Bogarden2 is still on the loose
Just like my play
Need to tighten it up
It’s all about the gang-affiliated hype
Seeking the treasure with the rest of the brethren
Bound for the Lonestar state to participate in the origin of the masses
And rise from the ashes
A glowing bird

Just got an address for Bogarden2. Rendezvous at the land of lakes. If my memory serves correctly there will be attractive Indian women offering butter. I’ll make sure to bring dough for biscuits. As for Bogarden2: level 2 protocol is in order. I have initiated Voltron Strike Force Activate on Bogarden2. I did not want to be the one to break this too you. They are holding the entire Welch’s Grape Jelly plant hostage. I’m not sure how it leaked sir. But, they have got the jelly.

We must convene with the five orbs to summon the most dastardly of butter dragons to spit flames of canola upon the planeswalker they call Bogarden2…

This just in: a merfolk from Welch’s has tapped out a signal to our Ghitu encampment. It appears that Bogarden2 was cloned by a devious Vesuvian – shapeshifting with the blood moon … Howling beyond lung capacity until he went berserk… Only to be miraculously recovered – stronger than ever, poured on popcorn like primordial ooze … Devoured in an eyeblight massacre by an army of 400 deep shadow elves… I don’t know how they were able to get this signal out, but I can only assume it was in a fog… We must prepare our Voltron forces to strike before the fog wears off and darkness sets in… Are you with me?

I hear you loud and clear sir. We’re fighting tooth and nail down here and were almost out of mana. That Zuran Orb we stole from the trinket mage has left our supplies completely depleted. It got us through the worst of times converting all that sour jelly from the great Welch’s siege into a usable food resource. Now I fear we must strike based on your counter intelligence . How you were able to delve through the enemy’s Intel to dig through the time tables was next to a miracle. As for the Elves of the Deep Shadow your numbers were a bit off. It was over 4,000 but they have been dealt with. Get two birds stoned at once is the saying here at Modern Linguistics: legend of the five orbs portal. We once again called upon Eladamri to allow us to use his legions of Birchlore Rangers to tap down the Elves of the Deep Shadow. (Bow Chicka Bow Wow…Bow Chicka Bow Wow indeed) those Bircholore Rangers have always been effective for us this time the results were concise and victorious. All that tapping left the Vesuvian Shapeshifter completely depleted and when he called upon the trinket mage to gather his Zuran Orb…Well I think you don’t need me to paint that picture for you. Lets just say its safe to say he won’t be doing any mo tinkering soon yo. The time is now to Voltron Strike Force Activate. To finally rid us of this cowardly Bogarden2 that has thus far slipped through the grasp of the legion of the five orbs. May your prayers be with we us and your calculations accurate. For we strike at your word of command.

A CARRIER PIGEON HAS ARRIVED CARRYING A MERCHANT SCROLL. It’s written in blood! Please sofaknight – please decode this omen before the force of veil descend upon our city of brass…

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Dumplings

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Stoney silence

Contained in this cage

Confounded by dumplings

Karmic Justice

For a crime against the forgotten

Which end of the pendulum do you swing?

Detached from the real

Imposed solidarity

Come to terms with the past

For if you delve into the previous continuum too often

You may become just another looped crescendo

That has been playing over and over as the record skips

The smooth operator has left the building

Obsessed by the monotonous

Or perhaps it could be

When the record finally stops

Brainwashed in the madness

Morph into a gaseous form

The great white pearly gates open in the big blue sky

No matter how far those visions of half truths become compressed

An Old Boy you will always be…

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