A Speech by Robert Allen

     I've stumbled upon a speech by Robert Allen, his entry into his Grade 11 public speaking competition. This was not sent to me; I found it while trying to scan the internet to find in what places this quote of mine appears, and it has truly overwhelmed me. To have been able to give to this young man's life, to add to his life, through my words— I feel incredibly grateful to God! I'm so thankful that I am able to give these gifts to people! You will probably cry and smile while you read it; it's heartwarming and inspiring. My heart is so warmed and full of thankfulness. And of course, my eyes are full of tears. Thank you, God! For making me this way! I don't see myself as someone who has so many things; but when I see what I'm able to give, it truly overwhelms me! I think I might be rich, after all!


     When I started out writing this poem, I didn't realise I would, in a minute, be choking back tears! I never really know what I'm going to write until I am done writing it, and this one is a perfect example of that! Do enjoy your read!


Why are you constrained
To such degrees as this?
Taking as step t’wards the East
You fear maybe you should have
Stepped t’wards the West
When you turn your face to
The setting Sun
There is a prick in your heart
Feeling like probably
You should have turned your face
To the dawn instead

You bind yourself with strings

Why do you wrap your arms
In strings?
Why do your entangle your wings
In strings?
They are so thin, so forgettable
The strings, they are so
Needle-thin, thinner than needles
You stand there, dancing slowly
A turn and a step
Calculating how to
Bind your own feet with these threads!
To make yourself better
To make yourself right
You try to make you good enough

The sinister dance of strings

A slow, calculated dance
You try to make you good enough
But I will see the day
When you fold your arms
And these strings break off!
They will fall onto pavement
Because I will see the day
When you unfurl your wings
And the strings pop silently into the air
These forgettable threads
That you once held so tightly to your mind
Will be blown far away
By the dusty city winds
But I will see the moment
When your feet take the step
And the twirl
That you did not lay out in threads
You will trample the strings
Once laid out in patterns
On that day
You will still be good enough

You always have been

Copyright © 2014 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved. 



There is a garden amongst
These cement walls
Amongst all these people
And buildings
There is a garden of trees
And flowers
Where kittens roam
And snakes fall from tree branches
But there is nothing to fear
The snakes are the friends
Of the kittens
The snakes won’t bite you
They only eat flowers
I wanted to kill them too
But then I saw them
Playing with the kittens
And munching on flowers

Copyright © 2014 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.

The Siege of Snowveil (A Short Story by My Son)

I'm so excited! Below is the short story assignment that my son had in his English class. I discovered it right before he passed it! I asked him why he didn't show it to me and he said that if he showed it to me, I might share it to my audience and that they might find it mediocre, thus "tainting" my "C. JoyBell C. name"! He didn't want to ruin my reputation as an author by being a son who produces "mediocre stories"! I told him, "Are you nuts? This is great! You have a better vocabulary than mine and I want to read the rest of this story, already! Where did you learn to write like this? This sounds like Old Norse legend! All these names of characters and place names sound like they're real and like they actually exist! And all of this magic! It sounds mastered!" I was truly blown away, I had no idea my son could write like this! I mean, just because I'm a writer, that doesn't mean he has to be good at writing, too! But lo and behold! I am so excited to share with you my 13-year-old's short story English class assignment! You'll probably not enjoy it as much as I did, since I'm his mother, but I do hope you'll enjoy it very much so! And thank you for being there to read the things that I write and now to read something which my son has written! Grazia di Dio.

The story had to end rather abruptly, because it is just an assignment and he was constrained by time, so I hope you are not too surprised by the ending; just remember it's an English class desk assignment, so it just couldn't go on forever! And now feeling very honoured to be his mother, I give you my son's, The Siege of Snowveil:

 The Siege of Snowveil 




Chapter One: The Inquisition


         So my fellow bar patrons, you ask me to tell you a story of a time long past, the turning point of the revolution, and the greatest victory of the Blackwolf resistance. Well ok then, thirty years ago before the siege, Snowveil was the most wealthy and powerful kingdom across the whole of Shimmermist, a small continent with wet climate and towering waterfalls. It was the main base of operation for the Inquisition, the most oppressive empire that ever existed since the Dusk Era. The Inquisition would dispatch platoons of legionnaires to ransack small towns and villages to drive fear into the minds of the people, and they would even perform public executions for the most petty of crimes! Over the years a couple of small resistance fighters rose up and fought for their freedom, but ultimately any attempt to overthrow them failed. It seemed impossible that the Inquisition would ever fall; they had one of the most powerful armies across all the nine continents. Their swords were forged with the infamous Skyshard steel, their sorcerers casted the deadliest spells and hexes ever witnessed, and all of the Inquisitions’ financial needs were met immediately by the other kingdoms out of fear of being purged off the map.
         In case you were wondering where this Inquisition came from, they were originally a division of the Order of Celestials tasked with seeking out those who do ill deeds, to deliver justice unto these. The Inquisition was originally made up of three main inquisitors chosen for their adept skill in both combat and arcane arts. All three were Celestials or more commonly known as Moon Elves.
         Balthar was a high ranking officer and war hero of the Orders Legion’s home continent of Stillwater, a very mysterious continent with an almost supernatural climate and creatures unfathomable by one’s imagination. Olquar was a renowned sorcerer, famous around Stillwater for his research into ancient magic throughout all the nine continents. Lastly there’s Valmar, he spent most of his life as a mercenary carrying out contracts throughout Stillwater and the other continents, he later found his way to the Orders Legion and climbed his way up their ranks. The three of them formed the Inquisition, and through the months and years, they grew larger and stronger. However, the Inquisitions’ ways of delivering “justice” got out of hand, their interrogations involved the use of forbidden hexes and the way they would track down, pursue, and slay criminals strayed away from the code of honour that they took before becoming the Inquisition. The Orders Legion had no choice but to exile them from Stillwater to the quiet continent of Shimmermist, where they built the kingdom which we know as Snowveil, and rose into power.
         When the two hundred or so Inquisition refugees arrived, they went straight for Greywind Keep, which would prove a sizeable base for them and it lacked in defenses, which made it an easy picking for them. Olquar and the other sorcerers rained down bolts of lighting onto the keep, allowing Balthar and Valmar to storm in with the rest of the Inquisition. However the bolts of lighting caused severe damage to the structures and left most smaller buildings in ruin. They were forced to rebuild most of the city with the resources that they plundered from nearby towns and bandit camps. With the reconstruction of the kingdom being aided by magic, they were able to build the glorious kingdom of Snowveil, from the ruins of Greywind, within half a year! Shortly after the construction, Snowveil became recognised throughout the nine continents and the Inquisition acknowledged as the rulers of Shimmermist.

Chapter 2: Resist


         The Inquisition ruled with an iron fist, and though most citizens of Shimmermist lived in fear of them, there were those brave souls that were bold enough to revolt against them. Amongst all the resistances that stood against them, the Blackwolf resistance was the most successful, in fact the Blackwolves were the ones who lead the final charge into Snowveil. The Blackwolf resistance was headed by Yvistaar “the Brute” Blackwolf, he began recruiting and training the first batches of resistance fighters that began opposing the Inquisition. Yvistaar grew up in a foster family in the small town of Winterberry located near the towering Skyfrost Waterfall, in the far northern part of Shimmermist. The town of Winterberry fell victim to a brutal bandit attack that left the town up in flames, Yvistaar and his foster parents managed to escape but somewhere along the way they were separated. Scared and confused, the young Yvistaar ran and ran until he reached Birchwood Inn, near the border of Shimmermist. The kind inn keepers took him in and provided for him until he was able to carry an axe and shield. From then on, he made a living off being a hired muscle all around the nine continents. Life as a mercenary was quite lucrative for Yvistaar, due to his innate strength and skill in battle. Upon making a decent fortune out of his contracts, he decided to settle down in his home continent of Shimmermist, though luck didn’t favour his decision, as the time that he arrived back in his home continent, was the time the Inquisition was at rule!
         Having witnessed the oppression and abuse upon returning, Yvistaar felt the need to act! He spent a few months in the continent observing the Inquisitions’ activity and gathering information from the several towns and villages dotting Shimmermist’s landscape. He learned of a safe haven hidden away in the mountains, called Bleakwind Ridge, which was full of able-bodied men that were just waiting for a call to arms! He arrived at Bleakwind Ridge to find out that it was an abandoned prison tucked away in the mountainside. As he approached the entrance, two hulking guards bearing large war hammers walked up to Yvistaar and asked, “What is your business coming here to the only safe place left on Shimmermist?” Yvistaar then replied, “I come knowing that there are a handful of able-bodied fighters camped out here just waiting for a chance to strike against the Inquisition.” The two guards nodded and escorted him into the cave-like safe house of Bleakwind, and they spoke to him as they walked: “This place used to be a prison, used to hold the most notorious of criminals; now it’s a safe haven for all men, women and children seeking a place far from the Inquisition’s reach.” As Yvistaar walked through Bleakwind, he saw a decent stash of weapons and supplies, and refugees itching for a fight! He made his way to a podium in the centre of the camp, ready to rally the people! It wasn’t hard for Yvistaar to get the attention of the people as the light shining off of his armour and battle-axe illuminated the room, and made everyone aware of his presence. Before long, the crowd of people faced him as he stood boldly in the centre of the camp and said, “I am Yvistaar Blackwolf, and not long ago I was a child playing in the fields with the other children, catching snow rabbits and drinking from the Skyfrost Waterfall, now this land is ruled by fear and oppression! The humble people of our land do not deserve to be under the fear of the Inquisition, under fear of some castaway division of the Orders Legion! I just returned to Shimmermist a few months ago and I was sickened by the way the people are being treated like dogs by their so-called rulers! Then I thought, it's about time my people and I stand up against these evil tyrants and take back our home! The people stood in a moment of pin drop silence before jumping off of their seats chanting and cheering, “Resist, resist, resist!”

Chapter 3: Siege on Snowveil


         Yvistaar began training and recruiting more people to join the newly forged Blackwolf Resistance and over the months more and more people joined in to fight and give whatever support they could, pledging their allegiance to their united battle! The cave of Bleakwind Ridge needed to be dug deeper in order to make room for more resistance fighters, companies of Blackwolve fighters would intercept Inquisition caravans, and raid Inquisition camps to plunder resources and extract information. Resistance scouts would get as close as they could to Snowveil to learn about the enemy’s movements, and aspiring scholars would master spells and hexes so that they could better combat the tyrants.
         Once the Blackwolve’s numbers were great enough, Yvistaar proposed a plan to go for all or nothing and strike the heart of the Inquisition— Snowveil! Yvistaar gathered the resistance fighters and showed them a top down view of Snowveil and its perimeter, the plan was for the sorcerers to break down the walls with breakage spells, to give clearer shots for the archers and to provide an entrance for the ground units leading the main charge.
         The night of Teridas 13 c5Era was the night that the people of Shimmermist became free from the rule of Balthar, Olquar and Valmar! The siege began with a volley of fireballs hurled around the west walls of Snowveil, the enemy soldiers began chafing out of the west side only to be pinned down by a shower of poison-tipped arrows! Small groups of resistance foot soldiers thinned the numbers of enemy soldiers on the left side while providing a distraction for one sorcerer to hurl a massive, meteor-like fireball at the East side, providing the perfect opportunity for the hundreds of resistance ground units headed by Yvistaar, to lead a full charge against the undefended east side of Snowveil. Yvistaar made his way to the Throne Room of Snowveil, where he would find Balthar, Olquar, and Valmar. Yvistaar managed to reach the entrance of the Throne Room with only seven other resistance fighters by his side, they saw the three inquisitors and began charging in for the final battle, the fight that would determine the fate of Shimmermist, the....

“Oh shut up already, we all know how the story ends! Yvistaar beheads all three inquisitors and then walks out of the throne room as the new day dawns, holding the banner of the Blackwolf resistance!”

Hmmm... you do seem to know the story well, yes that is how it ended, but it’s a shame, a real shame, because if you did not interrupt me, you would have heard the whole story of the siege on Snowveil from the old Mead-loving war hero, Yvistaar Blackwolf, himself!


 Copyright © 2014 Gil Luca. All rights reserved.

Two Speeches To Chew On

I'd like to share these two great speeches with you, today. They are both worth contemplating on. Do enjoy!

Glitter Glue

Glitter Glue

Men can get carried away
With the idea of saving someone
They can fall in love with the idea
Of being a saviour
Or a hero
But what if you don’t need
To be saved?
What if you’re already happy?
What’s wrong with letting yourself
Be happy
Even without an other half?
What if you don’t need a knight?
What if you are your own knight?
What’s wrong with being a knight
For yourself?
There’s nothing wrong
With being a happy knight
And you can have your own
Shining armour
It can shine with glitters
You can glue on the glitters yourself!

But I think a guy can get carried away
With the idea of saving you
But what if you’ve already
Saved yourself?
What if you already did that on your own?
There’s nothing wrong with that!
Love doesn’t have to be
Only for the weak
Love doesn’t need to be
Only for the lost
What if you’re not lost anymore?
Because what if you found yourself
Inside of yourself?
Or what if you found your way
On your own?
And what if you’re happy?
Love is for the happy, too!
Love is also for the happy
And the unlost
Love is also for the unforgotten

So be a knight
Climb a tree
Eat a cherry
And be happy
Love will come

Copyright © 2014 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.


       The worst belief, I think, that has ever been propagated amongst mankind, is the belief that "we are all the same." Whether it was concocted and propagated out of sheer naiveté or out of evil cunning— I don't know— but what I do know is that this is a massively damaging way of thinking. And this way of thinking has been distributed and cloaked on the tablecloths and under the blankets of such wonderful things called humanity, dignity, harmony and unity. This is all a lie, all of it. The truth is that we are not all the same; we are in fact all different. In a world filled with billions of people, few are the same and the majority are different. Then after that step of truth, we continue onto the next step, which is that we do not need to be the same. Never. We will never need to be all the same.
       When we create a mindset in children, adults, societies as a whole, that moves on the notion that we are all the same and we need to be all the same, what this does, is create a need to either make other people become like us, or make ourselves become like other people. Because in actuality we are not the same in the colour of our skin and when we do happen to be the same in the colour of our skin, we are not the same in our beliefs and when we do happen to be the same in the colour of our skin and in our beliefs, we are still not the same in mind, heart, spirit, soul. We do not have the same desires and when we do join into a group in order to achieve like desires, we have different ideas of how to achieve them. And when we do have unity in both desire and method of achievement, we have different methods of expressions. When we do happen to have the same desires, methods of achievement, and expressions, we will have different ways of implementing these expressions in our own lives, because, all of our lives are a different story. We are not all living in the same story! Each of our lives is a different story, and that's okay. And so you see, the current mindset of unity does not produce unity, at all, because it is fake; it is not real. It is unreal, it is unreal, it is false, it is fake. We do not need to make others like ourselves and we do not need to make ourselves like others; not in religion, not in deed, not in mind, not in heart. Peace and unity, harmony and oneness— these are not achieved by imagining something to be there when it is not there, or by imagining something to not be there when it is in fact there! These are achieved by the acceptance of all of these differences and by the genuine desire to understand and learn from these differences. 
       Too often, I have had conversations with people wherein I have pointed out that something appears different to me because my culture is like this, and something feels different to me because my story is like that— so on and so forth— only to be met with a blankness and the same cookie-cutter answer, "Oh I don't see you as different, what does any of that have to do with anything at all? I just see you as you and that has nothing to do with anything" and these people are actually convinced that they are acting out of love, out of a "higher place" when in fact, they are only acting as directed by the error of a single propagated mindset that has successfully bred in the minds of the masses of people the world over! I am in fact telling them that they need to look at this fact about me, in order to understand that what they are saying is not going to have the same effect upon me as it would have upon them, because we are in fact different! Because that is how empathy and understanding is created! We do not empathise and understand people by telling them that we do not consider or even see how we are any different! No! We empathise and understand people by saying, "Hey, your story looks a lot different, you must be coming from a really different place and this must feel a whole lot different to you than it does to me because of how you have come to understand the world, which is totally different from how I came to understand the world, so why don't I listen to you and stop and think about what your story is, how it feels like, and then I will come to learn from our differences and learn to know you." That is how empathy happens, that is how unity, harmony and peace happens. It doesn't happen by saying that we are all the same, or by wanting all of us to be the same.
       They say that in the eyes of God, we are all the same, but I do not believe this. I think that if any pair of eyes is most aware of every single one of our minute differences, that would be God's pair of eyes! What in the world is so wonderful about the idea of everyone being the same, anyway? There is nothing appealing to me in that thought! I believe that God is aware of all of our smallest, intermediate and biggest differences and He's totally fine with that! In fact, I think it is the gap in between these differences that produces the incense of worship that raises into the heavens! If there is a form of collective worship to any Heaven, anywhere, I believe that is in the beauty of the human existence, existing for and of what it is.


       I think that religion is fine and I don't think that it needs to be outlawed or banished. I also think that it is okay to raise children on a religiously principled path. However, I do believe that children should be allowed and even encouraged to question the history of their religious principles and to dig into the history archives to find out how exactly these religions came into being, so on and so forth. Do not discourage the further inquiry into the integrity of any religion. Is anyone afraid, that maybe to question the history of a religious belief means to spite God and to be outcast? Or means to hurt God's heart and to be dismissed by God? If so, my friend, you are living on the premise of man-made fear. It is not even God who has placed that bondage in your heart— it is the human founders, clergy and laymen of your religions who have done this, for purposes of financial gain and psychological influence.
       As for me, I believe that God has no religion, that all religions were created by man for financial gain and power, I believe that what rawly exists is truth that has been spread out and handed out through the many, many ages, through different windows/ different ways of being, in order to reach people of different mindsets, cultures and tongues. Then the people, somewhere along the way, decided that each of their truths needed to be the only truth, the only one way, thus creating hate and intolerance. I believe that the truth is, that there are many paths to one truth, spoken in different languages, by different peoples, and I believe that truth has never called for intolerance and hatred of any other belief or group of people. If there is a belief that calls for intolerance of other people— that belief is not of God. If there is any belief that calls for one to judge one's fellowman— that belief is not of God. The only truth for mankind, must be the truth that all are free and all are different. We are not the same and we do not need to be the same. The only evil is the lack of empathy for another human being, the lack of mercy and kindness. The absence of those things is the mark of evil. If any of your religious beliefs lead you into a mindset that lacks empathy, mercy and kindness— these religious beliefs are not truth.
       Many of the religious belief systems of today were heavily influenced along the way, throughout the ages, by man and woman. And even your religions in their "purity", if you examine their history, you will find, that they are all a blend of one another. And there are very ancient systems of spirituality, existing long before the major religions of today, that when examined, will render up the fact that the major religions of today are simply reinventions of those earlier spiritualities, recreated and remodelled in order to appease a certain so and so in power, in order to speak to a popular mainstream mindset of the day, and so on and so forth. Seriously. You need to study history, you need to know, you need to be informed! And does any of this disprove the existence of the spirit, of truth, of myth, of God? No. Spirit and truth and myth and God— these are not disproved by the falling apart of the pedestals of religion! For these things have simply been reinvented throughout the ages, some more heavily influenced by humans than others. And these things have not called unto religion! Religion has drawn from these things to create systems in order to appease, control and gain from— fellow man.
        Just look at the English names for the days of the week, for example! The days of the week are named after Heathen Gods! Thursday comes from Thorr! Sunday from the Goddess Sunna! Wednesday is from "Woden's Day" (Odinn's Day) meaning the God Odinn! And so on and so forth. Oh and I could delve into this even further, to show how actually all the names of days and months, in many languages, are after Pagan Gods! Even the planets, stars and constellations are named after these! And so many people are living every day, convinced of the "purity" of their religions and spiritual beliefs, while marking their calendars every week, unaware that they are paying their odes to Heathen gods while doing so! And what is wrong with having these Heathen Gods in our calendars and in our stars and planets and months and in our children's fables and everywhere all around us, even in the original forms of our religions? Nothing! Nothing is "wrong" with that, because that is just the facts of life!
      Why are people so afraid to be free? Why are people so afraid to question and to know? Question, search, study, know, be free.

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