Christmas Poem

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Peace and Love

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From Imaginings

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Prologue - Squeaky Tails - Crusaders of Golanthia

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Squeaky Tails

Crusaders of Golanthia

Finally The Crusade Begins - Book release- Join the epic Struggle

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Welcomes You

Join The Crusade

Evening Light

Life in the wilds of Golanthia

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Welcomes you
Crusader

Is There More Then There Seems

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Challenges can be overcome

This is the true test

Golanthia exists because it does. It always has, and as far as anyone living upon its surface is concerned always will. There is no distinguishing right from wrong, Golanthia does not judge. It simply sets the stage for the advancement of its own wordless truth. The untamed wilds spread outwards; this influence on all is unquestioned. Lingering behind this glowing sight, the sun bends from below the sky, bringing darkness instead of light. Radiantly shifting through its endless course, Golanthia presents its self to the shining light of eternity.

Squeaky Tails

Crusaders of Golanthia

 G.E.Graves

Available December 11 2014 from Tin Cup Studios

It’s not that little Binder is a brave or strong mouse. However, events have forced him to go beyond anything previously thought possible. Reaching out into the unknown, he finds is the true essence of life and living. There are no words for such truths; words often cloud their meaning. However, when opening one’s self to the inexplicable, their substance can magically be felt. With a peculiar combination of fear and excitement, he prepares to face his personal unspoken truth.

There is little that is more exciting, than to witness the unbelievable become believable. When one takes up sword and shield, risking life for another, it truly becomes a sight to behold. This and more we’ll see, as our fearless crusaders, battling adversity, forge new and rebuild forgotten friendships in the wilderness.

Loyalty and comradeship can have different meanings and neither should go unappreciated.

                                                                                                                                                                                                

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 The current environment of writing

Is it so much different now?

G.E.Graves

Writing, in its many forms, is intended to capture one’s imagination. The telling of one’s essence, the sharing in verse is primal. Consider prehistoric cave paintings. They, without any words, share a dramatic event, an event possessing a profound effect upon their lives. Writing today is much the same as those ancient picture-glyphs. It remains an attempt to express the inexpressible in words.

This, in one way or another, is what all writing strives to accomplish. Writing is an attempt at taking what we all possess inside and try tapping into the reader’s soul, into their experiences, in a way that truly strikes a chord. All this may sound easy, and actually it is, but it is not as clear-cut as it seems.

There are many different people with vastly different experiences, but there are commonalities. We all live, breathe, love, hate, and desire, these tie the bind us all together. Humanity, from its earliest days, has found ways of communicating these feelings, these emotions to others. Now though, with invent of written language, we can express these sentiments in a consistent and considered way. This does not remove the primal, the primitive, or the brute power of our expressions. In many ways, it enhances how we articulate.

This is writing, the ability to compress intense emotion and expressive thought into words that resonate with others. Much like the cave paintings, writing strives to produce, combine, and add to our experiences and understandings of the world.

Many other forces have played a part in how literature has evolved. Moving forward, within the constraints of society, writing has been shaped by the economics of our culture into a tool. Filtered through a publisher, words have become well crafted into what is deemed quality. Unfortunately, in many cases, what is published is designed to fit a certain target, a certain ambition. Of course this deliberate control is not productive. It leads to self-serving goals that are profit, political, or idealistically driven. Only free expression, free thinking, can advance the cause of creativity. Trying to fit expression to any given arena hinders what we direly crave. Yet, this is the world of traditional publishing. Where they, the publisher, for reasons all their own, decide what will be put to press.

Now, with the computer age, print on demand, and self-publishing authors, the art of writing may seem to have changed, but it has not. All that has changed is the ability to publish without imposed constraints. It has been said, at least in the beginning, that this newly formed platform of writing could be considered of poor quality. However, who is to judge quality? It is, as it should be, the readers that decide what is worthy writing.

Writing continues to be an expression, a way to put forth ideas for others to enjoy and appreciate; much like the cave paintings of the past. However, advancements have been made. Improvements in the method of sharing, transmitting, may have changed, but not the actual purpose for writing.

We now live in a world lost in the buzz of content everywhere. However, is it that different from our primitive relatives? Let us keep in mind that essentially nothing has changed, except the methods of communications. Now, as before, the ability to express is the true essence of creativeness. 

Besieged by pelting rain, filled with trepidation from the crashing and flashing of tormented skies, our intrepid crusaders move forward into the undisclosed wilderness. Flowing maze like before this most dangerous of places, bending and pressing to unknown forces, grasses glisten in the moonlight. Seeming to glow between each emergence of the growing storm, standing out eerily in the impending darkness, the barren branches of a great tree reach up toward the night. 

Fearlessly and fearfully looking into the darkness, knowing that the way back is shut, our crusaders press forward. With little regard to consequences, with no alternative other than facing the unknown, our gallant crew discovers it’s only through personal experiences that any true understanding may be found.

It’s not that little Binder is a brave or strong mouse. However, events have forced him to go beyond anything previously thought possible. Reaching out into the unknown, he finds is the true essence of life and living. There are no words for such truths, words often cloud their meaning. However, when opening one’s self to the inexplicable, their substance can magically be felt. With a peculiar combination of fear and excitement, he prepares to face his personal unspoken truth.

There is little that is more exciting, than to witness the unbelievable become believable. When one takes up sword and shield, risking life for another, it truly becomes a sight to behold. This and more we’ll see, as our fearless crusaders, battling adversity, forge new and rebuild forgotten friendships in the wilderness.

Loyalty and comradeship can have vastly different meanings, however neither should go unappreciated.

Come join The Crusaders of Golanthia, as they learn that life is much more than simple continuance.

Forever

Days of flowers

Displaying to every view

Pass the summer with a smile

Fresh and oh so new

Now with all to see

Raised to some new sight

We see the flowering of our rose

Lost in summers lope

Is thy bloom removed?

So the passing of the night

Moon light beams remorse

As the days we wasted for

Are and then no more

Alas and now to see

Lost within our sight

We sadly gain

What was so lost before

Forever is a time

Promoting in new ways

Clear vision of a summer’s day

That holds us in its gleam

G.E.Graves

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Oh for wrenched days

So grand and yet so new

I find myself upon my way

Lost within thoughts of you

Fresh the image inside my mind

Replace this crowning life

With sadly missed and forgotten tales

Shining with your light

So with much ado

Midnight had its way

I wait the coming light of day

Missing only you

G.E.Graves

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Enjoy 

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To Thou

Bellowing clouds adrift

Lazily cross the sky

And with so much ado

Display before my eyes

With the air so fresh

Sunlight casts so warm

Thoughts begin to form

Against my white blue mind

In the remote horizon

Growing black through time

Amid a distant rumble

Shadows spread across the sky

Flashing now with light

Resounding with such a fright

Thoughts begin to wonder

Why you across my mind

Now the blue is gone

The clouds no longer white

Thoughts begin to marvel

At your fresh bright light

G.E.Graves

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Reap and Sow

So how come we to times as these

Beseech with lordly frown

Stabled to a wonders way

Those that bore the crown

Sunlight spreads across the sky

With summers days so few

We sport about on endless ways

With our crown so new

Though the summer has its way

We spend our time anew

For what we sought we seldom we see

Is a crown so true

We find the crown we hold

Glimmers bright and gay

Yet for us this seeming day

Our deeds will have their say

G.E.Graves
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Missing you

Sitting sill in silence

Beneath a moon glow beam

Shading the day with darkness

Alone within my dream

Hence, the moon glow shines

Filling the night with sight

I see your image waver

Within the moon glow bright

Shadows still haunt me

Playing upon my mind

As distant cloudy reminders

That I am alone again this night

Therefore, the morning breaks

Dismissing what was then

As a silent minder

Of what we were for then

G.E.Graves
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Qinglan

To me there is no light

Shining as brilliantly as your eyes

Yet your cheeks of rose

Painted with colors so gay

Play false those fields of green

For in a life so gay

Only your dazzle

Illuminations my day

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Happy Valentine’s Day

My darling

G.E.Graves