little hands

a wand, a crown, and a dress
a nap, a snack, and then a mess

a song, and then a dance
my heart never had a chance

born between the trees
bringing laughter and tears with ease

your every moment is the most grand
how I melt when I hold your hand


your soothing sultry seduction subdues my stalwart stubbornness
while wildly wondrous wildebeests wash warm watermelons wistfully
inside inanities invading irritatingly idiotic idioms
meanwhile, menacingly marvelous men meditate on mediocrity meticulously

Ch. 11, Path of the Warrior

다나고 거 므그하 하요 마러
야 우어 가야 마아 가지 다지
야 자여 그바 다나슈 마러

tanako ke mukuha hayo male
ya ua’e kaya ma’a katsi tatsi
ya tsaye kupa tanasue male

/tanaːko kɛ mukuːha haːjo maːlɛ
ja waːʔe kaːja maːʔa kaːt͡ʃi taːt͡ʃɪ
ja t͡saːje kuːpa tanaːʃʷe maːlɛ/

fight-AG O blade-AUG 3s.GEN display
VOC above earth with dignity stand
VOC until death fight-PREP display

The Warrior shows his Sword
Stand up with dignity over the earth
Show that you are ready to fight until death.

From Path of the Warrior, by Lucas E. Schultz


A reminder of what ’94-’95 was all about. Peace.

Ch. 10, Path of the Warrior

다나고 조뇨고
구마 다나고 하기터 하마 마 조뇨 마 토손고
타 머즘바허 냐어 아냐기 나허

tanako tsonyonko
kuama tanako hakitle hama ma tsonyo ma tlosonko
tla metsumpahe nya’e anyaki nahe

/tanaːko t͡ʃoɲoːko
kʷaːma tanaːko hakiːt͡ɬɛ haːma ma t͡ʃoːɲo ma t͡ɬosoːᵑko
t͡ɬa met͡suᵐpaːɦe ɲaːʔe aɲaːki naːɦɛ/

fight-AG be.alert-CONT
always fight-AG real-REL guard and be.alert and stalk-CONT
4sg open.eye-much-NEC see-REFL insdie

The Warrior Stays Alert
A real warrior stays always guarding, always alert, stalking. You must keep your eyes wide open in order to be able to look inside yourself.

From Path of the Warrior, by Lucas E. Schultz


careful being so bold
while your words are sold
better to wisely hold
your tongue in the cold
and keep from seeming cantankerously old

So, my phone died today.

It wasn’t anything special, no glorious bells or whistles, but it did have quite a bit of info on it; info that I use when I’m developing ideas for my conlangs, ideas for poetry, ideas that I often end up posting here.

I can’t say that I’m too shattered by this as I have notebooks galore, google backup and most of my real work saved in various email accounts. What really disturbed me, for about ten minutes, was the idea that I was completely without a means to reach the outside world. You see, my phone died as the power went out, and because my home phone, internet, and cable are of course all tied to this power source, I was indeed very much shutoff from the outside world.

This only lasted ten minutes because I took myself to a very vulnerable place, a place that I haven’t been to often in my life, but one that is still very real and very much ingrained in my psyche. I was homeless for a short time in my youth and without any means to communicate with anyone other than face-to-face interaction.

This simple reminder of what it truly means to be alone was actually comforting after my momentary lapse in perspective. In light of that, I propose anyone that reads this, set aside twenty minutes a day, and just unplug. No, I don’t mean set your phone down, or just turn the computer off, I mean completely unplug…turn the power off, be utterly alone with your thoughts and feelings (of course, going for a walk without any devices meets this goal very easily).

You are not a bad person if you do not accept this challenge, but I honestly think that if you were to do this, you would learn to appreciate the quiet, the calm, the solace of being with yourself, and realize that the things you look to are no more powerful or resonant than what you already possess within.