A New Light, A New Day

Wow, so here we are, my own real web page and our first real blog. Where to start? I have been writing for years, I used to keep an active blog on Myspace. Does anybody remember Myspace? Shesh, I am old right. After that, I got a Live Journal, I admit no one ever read that but not because I wasn’t interesting. I barely ever posted. I always kept a journal growing up, too. My first “diary” I was eleven. I loved writing, would write stories and poetry as a kid.
We have started The Shade of Writing as a Shadow’s Lair family venture. The Shadow’s Lair Family is a family of two dads and two kids, not to unusual. We love to travel, and will post about our travels, everyday lives, fantasy writings, and just a general hodgepodge of things. We also have a goal to one day own a family farm and shop. We will use this blog to update our progress on this goal. For those of you who found this after following the Shadow’s Lair for years, thank you for your continued support. If this is your first time reading our writing, welcome and thank you. Feel free to follow us on Patreon.

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Left to Right Cera, Jayson, Damien, Aaron, 2011 Maryland Hiking trip

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Unreal Face

At day’s end who am I?
A wanderer? A poet? Artist?
I am a lost soul painting
On the canvas of the heart
Word are my colours, imagery
These stories faded memories

Who am I really?
A broken dreamer, unreal
Hoping to be so

When the day comes I find me
Starimg back in the bathroom mirror
I might seek to love again
Who is she? that face isn’t me
the void is such a constant misery
I know with time i’ll be free

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The Potter and The Merchants Daughter.

Why am I haunted so by these phantoms
Story after story, verse after verse
I can’t help feeling this deep agony
Long ago a man lived in Scandinavia
A potter, a warrior, he traveled many lands
And it was there he met her to the east
Upon a merchants road, she longed for home
Yes, I’ve dreamt of him, through his eyes
Know his love of the morning sky
And his love of her cherry blossoms
Which she described lovingly to him
That she begged he come and see
That he live with her in the rising sun
Under the watchful sakura trees
The man who never seen such things
Would not leave his village isle
To live so far from Odin’s gaze
So young merchant daughter became
His devoted viking maiden
And together a son they did raise
To create simple tools from simple clay
How long ago, how many lifetimes now
And I am a simple man yet still
Is that merchants daughter out there now?
Is she in the rising sun, or is she yue
Perhaps I know what she means by “Hanzu”
Zhengou? the people of Han, like Waigong Lee?
Alas, maiden of dreams, finding you will set me free.

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Nī zái nā lī?

I think of that dream once more
Where she messages me
Sweet face framed with dark curls
These dreams I can’t be set free
Last night exhausted I slept
With Sora’s name on my lips
My blossom, my Hoa, my Sakura
And spring is soon to bloom
I hope with it so will our love
Last night I saw her, once more inquired
Doko ni imasu ka? Where are you?
Her voice ever sweet “Hanzu”
Confused I ask Nī zái nā lī?
“Hanzu.” She sighes, “Where are you?”
Each dream we call to eachother
My heart is a weary voided space
Sora, only you will fill this void
Where are you? I want to see your face

Morning Drive With Cera

For a moment I was lost in time
As I glanced to my passenger side
Hair as painted as an orange sunrise
My little angel apple of my eye
Singing Johnny Cash, windows down
We laugh as the breeze blows through
Ah with her here how could I think to frown
This darling scarlet child glows
How delighted and most fortunate am I
That I get to watch her grow
So very proud of this daughter of mine

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His Queen

Caged inside lovely palace walls
The king sits next to empty throne
A man so dignified he has it all
But must he tend it all alone?

How it he dwells upon the maiden fair
The one who stole his heart away
If only she were sitting there
Alas all he’s ever loved they never stay

Yet patient he rests upon his arm
Watching those large dark doors
For he is certain she isn’t far
Soon he’ll have the lady he adores

A queen so noble worth the wait
Her eyes as green as the sea
In firm gaze sets him straight
A prayer this maiden he soon might see

Until then caged inside his loneliness
The skáld king whiles away the hours
Writing stories of love and happiness
For his queen the elegant flower

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Lighthouse

I ever seek the troubled moon
My desire the summer storms
My passion burns away the noon
It seems I never learn
Here I am and perhaps I’ll be safe port
Not today, or even tomorrow
As she is still so far from shore
Yet I know as time passes
One day it just might be
Safe enough to rest without worry
For now it’s raging seas
Just know that in the distance
The light house remains a-glow
That even a-far it’s guide
Pulsing will let her know
Should the ship wish to dock
Safe passage can be had here
I wait love in heart and soul
With open arms and open ear

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Heartless

Like ice she leaves me cold, lonely
Filled with a despair when I remember
I am always stand by, back up
Certain she was talking to other men
Only to return when they leave
I swallow, cold, erect my walls
She broke the contract long ago
I won’t give her my heart
My head reasons away emotion
She faked such devotion
With false affections I mistrust
Every return she makes to me
When will I accept the truth
That I’m miserable with you

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