Am I a Dreamer?

Am I a Dreamer...

By B.T. Smith
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August 2014

So many people dream;

so many dreams that coalesce into the nights sky like a gathering of fireflies.

They swim through the atmosphere to come to a point like a bonfires center.... But in that night so many get lost, and the dreams fade and so too their light.

Too many people dream only to let such fire that burns within them... like internal furnaces that cool down to a less luminance brown dwarf star, until finally the fires are extinguished by its own pressure into a cold barren husk of life of which it once was begotten by.

Am I dreamer? Will I ever know, if my fires are to extinguish or burn truly bright?

Am I afraid to set a lit something that's greater than my own self-worth?

So many people dream;

So to can we fly in the night, with feelings and thoughts so truly bright.

They can shape who we truly are, or help someone else look within.

Greatness is deep when it helps not only themselves but others in flight...

Am I dreamer? Not only here to exist but also to shine?

Am I afraid to put down fear and try something that's with out training wheels?

So many people dream;

so many dreams get lost, will mine? Will I? When do I know that it's time to step out, and walk on knowing I've done whats worth?

Will they ever know what I dream if not?

Am I dreamer? Does it matter if I have better others even if not my own life?

Will I continue to be afraid? Will I stress about things that matter not once I'm gone again.

Are my dreams worth dreaming again once they cease to be bright...

So many questions that kill those dreams that could have saved a life... So much doubt that stifles the creativity and ingenuity of humanity... To that end, isn't it to us then to fly bright?

Let's Play Catch Up & Random Thoughts # 2

                                                    Catch Up :D

So once again months go by and I haven't updated, or posted anything worthwhile on here . Yet again I find myself apologizing.

More recently, while the place I work at remains the same, the times and days that I work did and do not and I have been adjusting my schedule accordingly as it starts to become more steady hopefully I'll have more time to be here and with writing non ONS Gaming stuff...

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Considering I have in a week about 40 scattered hours to myself, majority of that time about 37-8 hours are spent on ONS Gaming; for ONS Gaming I am a chief writer, artist, format editor, tumblr blogger, video editor, creative force and chief contributor liaison. So you can understand why I haven't been here specially not as much as I like. ONS Gaming for me is like an enduring love, and I don't want to see that love (project) fail so I put in more work than the other three founders. That's an issue that I have been trying to fix to little to no major change, but there is headway and that's whats important; we're also fortunate in the few and far between but very important contributors that have aided us in growth.

ONS Gaming continues to expand and grow and we have hit over 2,250 views in under a year which is exciting. If you're into video games I suggest, no I request that you please check out the website, I'm certain you will find something you like and in the rare chance that you don't you can leave an anonymous request for whatever it is you'd like talked about. http://theonsgaming.com

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I have been working on the main novel of which most of the planing has been done for and even a few thousand words have been put to paper. To date it is my most hardest project to complete, while steeped in a world of magic and unnatural or supernatural things it is the most realistic piece I have ever worked on.

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Random Thoughts II


Recently I was watching Wrestlemania and I marveled at how very much the storylines were how they were in the attitude era only toned down. But then I realized that in the world of professional wrestling its a common and accepted practice to re use story lines after 5-8 years and in some cases much sooner. It's kind of weird but that's true for a lot of things, trends as it were.

This last year I have to be honest about I really could and in fact almost did swear that the moon was going to pull a Majora's Mask on us, right around October it seemed to be at it's closest if I can recall correctly and it had looked about two times the size it normally did... So of course my wild imaginative mind started to think about it pulling a Majora's Mask and how sucky that would be.



Fortunately neither the moon nor zombies occurred this year.

I kind of think the Godzilla movie that's coming out this year as well as the Winter Soldier one may very well be the two best movies of this year. We will have to see.

I find I'm more productive in writing on rainy days and less productive on sunny or cloudy days, kind of weird.

Its interesting to see what Nintendo will do int he wake of the WiiU; will they go for a third Wii, or will they go for something new and out there? or something tried and true;

I got to say the best advice I got for writing was simply this: Never Stop.

Epiphany in the Dark: You're Twisted

You twisted your purpose.
Left everything in a downturn.
A world perverse.
(You twisted your purpose.)

A world left full of dirt & ash.
Lives gone or destroyed.
All for your burning greed.
(You twisted your purpose)
Can't you see.

Now we all suffer...
Now we're all slaves.
You twisted your purpose.
You'll burn in your greed.

Beg on your knees.
As death won't come pain free.
In a perverted world,
your purpose long twisted.
Now you're just like those lives taken.

Sneak Peak:::: War of the Roses: The Red Book

As promised in that Quick update, it's not long so forgive me but I hope you enjoy!

                      War of the Roses:

                         The Red Book

   By: B.T. Smith

‘Chapter 1: Father of Mine’

“If you won’t take the crown outright then you should wait and let them fight it out. Support both sides from the shadows and th-“ the old man gasped for air clutching his chest and shifting in bed to sit up more. “Then… grab the crown for yourself when the moments right.” The old man started into a coughing fit for a minute before the young man in the room turned around to stare down at him.

“No.”

The old man’s head tweaked at the words and his one eye widened. “What do you mean no?” he said in a raspy losing voice.

“I care not for the crown, it matters not a thing to me but worrying woes. I would rather be rid of it and make safe my sanity, besides the safety of the people is paramount, I would but cause more damage.” The young man messed with his short dark hair.

“You fool the crown…” the old man drew breath harder before setting into another coughing fit. “The crown, it means everything. Power, that is what it is, and safety of the people too. All that matters is..”

The young man stepped closer to the crippled ailing life aged man before shaking his head. He then turned abruptly around and started to walk away towards the door.

The old man again coughs, as blood trickles out the corner of his mouth and nose. “Where are you going; that crown is your birth right! That right which the hands of fate from your house stole.  Whisked away by death of your great grandfather the King, lost to your grandfather by design and taken from your father, from me!”

“With your death, Father; is it freed from the hands of a tyrant?” The old man’s face boiled red as blood leaked more.

“Truth be told Father, our forefathers weep in the heavens above at how low you stooped; without provocation and only of wanton avarice. I rejoice the sad fallen nature of our house. The honor of our forbearers is lost on you even now at death’s door. Your shady backstabbing dealings in the dark have left us naught but barren estates. Our name once glorious is now tainted due to all the deceit and death bringing only ire and distrust.

The ailing father coughs up blood onto the bed sheets. “How dare you be so insulting, it’s because of those dark dealings you will have any power once I die. Because of that you will have estates and land at all. Be more grateful to the dead.”

“I’ll be more gracious when you’ve taken your last embrace with breath and are truly dead… Father.” The son leaves the room before closing the door.