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Be The Dream…

Posted in Music, Walt Disney with tags , on November 18, 2014 by darkjade68

blue-star1Be The Dream…

(When You Wish Upon A Star)

by Leigh Harline

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you.

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do.

Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through.
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true

When a star is born
They possess a gift or two.
One of them is this
They have the power to make a wish come true.

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you,

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do.

Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing.

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through.
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true.


Posted in Entertainment, Inspiration, Life, Poem, Poetry, Scribblings with tags , , on June 9, 2012 by darkjade68


Spare Yourself The Light…

Step Instead Within Dark Footprints

Of The One’s Yet Unknown

Like Water, The Air Drips from your Fingertips…

The Cold Like White Light Against a Cold Red Sky

You Submerse…

Breath Held… And yet not needed

Open Eyes, You Embrace The Truths that Lie Beyond The Morn

Shallow Steps… You Fall to your knees

And Release The Thoughts from your Mind…


Like Teardrops of Life Rain

You Cling… No Grasp The Meanings of The Sun

Your Sun…

The one that keeps you Warm Within Your Days Blood

Like Shattered Stars you yearn to set them free…

Free to Cast Their Glow Upon the Thousand Passing Ships Amongst The Darkened Sea…

A Sea Devoid of Pain…

And Full of Dreams That Lay…

Hopes that Long to Stay





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Chess With Agatha (Chapter 2.5) – Hemmingbyrd’s Dream

Posted in Chess With Agatha, Entertainment, Fantasy, Fiction, Novel, Writing with tags , , on January 8, 2012 by darkjade68

Chess With Agatha…

and the Dark Fortress of Doom

A Novel by DarkJade


CHAPTER TWO (Part Two) – Hemmingbyrd’s Dream



The Blue Wizard Hemmingbyrd finds himself suddenly awake at a most ungodly hour.

“I woke in a tussle that night…

“Body… Covered in the sweat of the Gods…”

“As I will surely do their bidding…”

“And soon I think…”

Hemmingbyrd sits up, legs over the side of his dark wood four post bed, and stretches as he wipes away the slumber from his eyes.

At first glance, one might not realize how young he looks, in his mid to late twenties at most, because of his white hair which he has in a braid that runs down his back.

But in reality, he is indeed quite old… For soon he shall see his five hundred and eleventh Birthday…

But he would rather not speak on that…

As Wizards don’t oft live beyond seven hundred and twelve…

And so he finds this most distressing…

So much left to do.

Hemmingbyrd stands and pulls his freshly washed blue robe over his head… And steps in large, uneven strides to the thick grey drapes that cover his great tower window…

He opens them to an early morning blue, purple and black sky…

“Ob it!” he exclaims, as he is often making up his own words and obscenities.

He had hoped that all things foul and evil had removed themselves without the help of him, or the Dark Fortress of Doom… For that is where he residess… Within the Dark Black Walls of this Great Fortress…

But of course, that was not the case… Evil… Awaits.

He shuts the drapes “Pfft” he sighs.

Something else that you wouldn’t notice at first about Hemmingbyrd, is the fact that he has light lavender eyes… Most unusual. And some say they actually darken when he is angry… Which he seldom is.

“But enough of all this” he speaks out loud to himself as he leaves his chamber…

Always making sure to break the length and rhythm of his steps and strides…

“To be unpredictable…”, or so he says “can be quite guiseful”, another one of his made up words.

His hands behind his back, he makes his long uneven steps down the dark and dismal corridor…

“How is it that I came into service to this Dark and Dreary place… The fact that I can not remember, is quite alarming” he continues thinking to himself.

Soon he will reach the Great and currently Empty Hall, of his once Noble King…

Who as we speak is imprisoned deep in the Dark Dungeons of Norawyn, hanging by chains, with but a beam of sunlight to keep him company…


But this part of the story will come later… Beyond her arrival.

Suddenly Hemmingbyrd takes out his Yellow Crystal Ball, some 4 inches in diameter, and sets it afloat before him as he walks…

Oh how he gazes at it most profusely… But there is not a thing.

And so he snatches it back out of the air and says…

“Round it!” which of course makes no sense.

As he enters The King’s abandoned Hall, pushing the Great Doors wide open… He proclaims these words…

“I had a Dream…” only to be terribly disappointed to see Iliad, The King’s Fool, standing upon the Great Thrown, dancing and singing in false gayety in order to entertain Jodan and Morr, The King’s Rooks as it were, who sat in chairs clapping and cheering him on.

“FOOL! BE GONE!!” Hemmingbyrd commanded as he approached the Thrown.

As Iliad runs out of the Thrown Room Hemmingbyrd grabs his shoulder as he runs by him, and brings his ear directly a spec away from his whispering mouth.

“Did you tell her about the Knights??” Hemmingbyrd inquires.

“I did… I did My Lord…” the fool replies.

“And what of the Magicians…” Hemmingbyrd continues.

“Indeed… Indeed My Lord… Two of each… As you say” he replied once more.

“Two?” Hemmingbyrd holds up two fingers inches from Iliad’s face.

“Yes” Iliad replies “Two…”.

“Be gone Fool!” Hemmingbyrd demanded once more, and Iliad runs off.

Jodan suddenly steps forward “We can no longer wait for this “Chosen” one to arrive Wizard…”.

Jodan is a dark brown haired, grizzly bearded fellow, and yet appears a bit noble.

Meanwhile the black haired, pale skinned Morr merely stirs his dark red drink, with his dagger, and smiles in his typical menacing way… Never looking up at Hemmingbyrd.

“Don’t you see!!” Hemmingbyrd proclaims.

“WE MUST!!” he insists as he waves his hands around.

“The Game Must Be Played!!!” he insists.

Jodan grimaces in disagreement, and returns to his seat.

Meanwhile, Hemmingbyrd suddenly freezes and speaks softly to himself.

“The Game? Must be played…” he says.

“THAT’S IT!!” he suddenly bellows, to Morr and Jodan’s dismay.

“SHE HAS YET TO PLAY THE GAME!!!” with this Hemmingbyrd turns and departs still speaking as he goes…

“I must consult the Stones…” are the last words that can be made out as he goes.

Jodan looks over at Morr who has finished his drink in one foul gulp…

“The old man’s mad…” and smiles at Morr.

“HAHAHAHA!!” They both begin to laugh maniacally.


PICTURE CREDIT – The Blue Wizard


Chapter One – The Protector

Chapter Two – Another Life

Chapter Three – Check

Chapter Four – Hunting for Unicorns

Chapter Five – The Coming of Agatha

Chapter 5.5  – A Fool’s Heart

Chapter Six – Table Manners

Chapter Seven – Elias

Chapter Eight – West Bound

Chapter Nine – Red And Blue Forest

Chapter X – Yokade Labyrinth

Chapter XI – Vanishing Sky

Chapter XII – The Curse

Chapter XIII – The Minotaur Orft

Chapter XIV – Queen Sorceress Olamna

Chapter XV – The Final Piece

Chapter XVI – Agatha Rising

Chapter XVII – The Dragon Truth

Chapter XVIII – The Grey Dragon Tu Masa

Chapter XIX – The Stand In King

Chapter XX – The Game

Chapter XXI – Infiltrate

Chapter XXII – Into The Belly of The Beast



Other Works by DarkJade;

Novel In Progress – One Knight

2011 Writing Project (Novella/First Draft) – I Died Once (I.D.O.)

I.D.O. Chapter Four – Dream State

Posted in Fiction, I Died Once, Novel, Story, Writing with tags , , , on October 11, 2011 by darkjade68

“I Died Once” – Writing Project

by DarkJade

CHAPTER FOUR – Dream State


A Young dark haired Girl, maybe three, plays with a beach ball by the pool of Mady’s Mother’s estate.

As She plays, she is distracted by the sounds of fighting within her home.

The ball becomes loose, and bounces towards the pool. The little girl pursues it and grabs it just before it falls into the water.

The Fighting continues.

She turns towards the house where she sees a man and woman fighting in the living room of the home.

The little girl takes a step backwards, and is in the pool.

As she falls, she lets go of the ball, and so sinks slowly to the bottom.

She stares upward through the water, but does not breathe. Not one bubble.

Suddenly a man is in the pool, and pulls her out.

“Mady!!”. “Are you alright!!?” he says frantically, the woman stands behind him and watches.


“I can not stay here Scarlet… I must go” are the last words she hears before…


I am awake. I find myself laying inside of some sort of tent. I ascertain that it must be night, as the tent walls glow a wobbling yellow. Like fire light.

I grab a sweater, and step outside.

My Father… Er… Sam…

Has started a campfire, and appears to be cooking something. His back is turned to me.

“Boy you really passed out…” he spoke.

“Mmm” I replied as I approached the fire.

He looked at me, whilst also cooking something on a stick.

“Bad dreams…” interesting that he wasn’t asking, he was simply stating it like a truth.

“Perhaps…” I replied.

Much silence went by, save the clanker of the tin plate as he dished me up some local meat, and greens.

“Thank you”.

The sounds of the African night were… Well… Torrential to the senses.

But to the darkened soul, what else would they be.

It was at this point that he started to interrogate me again… Or rather… Make conversation.

“So… Pool… Last breath… Anything?”. This surprised me, only because of the dream I had just had.

“Was my mother’s name Scarlet?” I replied.

He simply sat there staring at me.

“It used to be… Yes”.

“You didn’t know your mother’s name?”

“No…” I solemnly replied.

“Fred insisted on calling her Mrs. Holden” as that was, er is, Fred’s last name. Frederich Walter Holden the Third. Argh.

“And she insisted that I call her Mother”.

“Well… Yes… Scarlet Violet Monroe… Er… Vanderbelle, was her maiden name”.

“What a tremendous name” I proclaimed.

“Yeah, well, with a great name, came a lot of pressure from her parents… And in the end, her Grandmother Edith Donday Vanderbelle” with this he seemed to almost growl.

“I see”.

“Before you ask me a third time about not breathing in the pool, you might consider talking to me about something trivial…”

“Trivial?” he replied.

“Yes… Like, where I got these boots… Or…” I rise to fetch a glass of water, he hands it to me. “Thank you”.

“Why I never wear my reading glasses, and instead set a book on my desk, and use the telescope from Uncle Henry to read them, whilst I sit in the comfort of my bed…”

He stood “I don’t do trivial…”. With this he cleaned up and headed for a blanket he had laid out on the ground for himself.

I simply watched. Well, no wonder he left my mother, if he doesn’t do trivial, then he couldn’t have possibly “done” her, as the whole of who she was was trivial. I went to bed.

End of Chapter Four



Sweet Embrace

Posted in Evanescense, Love, Poem, Poetry, Scribblings, Writing with tags , , , on September 5, 2011 by darkjade68

~Sweet Embrace~

If not you… Than Who

If Not Now… Then When

I Run Across the Vacant Room, Arms Extended…

My Movement becomes slower and slower

My Eyes Wide Open, and yet… I can not see

Robbed Again of All that is Glorious

Longing… Oh so Longing

The Wall Comes forward… The Blackness

I slide and cannot stop

My Eyes Open again…

This Time My Self… My Child

Tugs at my Much Too Long Sleeves…

Calling Me… beckoning

Her Eyes Tell me… Her Eye’s Bleed

Please she says… please

As I turn to her… My head shaking…

The Rain has fallen

Black Tears from mine Eyes



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