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UntitledA pine needle grows on the end of its branch
Amongst its many siblings.
It’s the soft kind, the long kind,
Not the short and spiky ones which bite
Deep when you grab them.
I reach up and touch her, marveling
At the smooth surface, the
Light give of her back when I ruffle
Her gently with but a fingertip.
I run my fingers through the others,
Their cool faces a contrast
To the rough, fragrant bark they cling to.
Today is a day of strange breezes,
The breed which are not stiff, yet
Not quite gentle. The kind that don’t seem
To know where they’re blowing.
“Hello, little needle! How I know
What it is to be tossed about on the
Winds of life! How tedious,
But we all hang on somehow!”
My eyes watch the sun as it flicks over
The tree’s many broad arms, the lower branches
Dappled in muted shades of green. The contrast
Is deliciously striking.
I think this is what artists bleed for,
A silent beauty that is louder
Than the human world around it.
You Made Me -- For My ParentsYou made me. One of you lent the seed,
The other the fertile ground in which I took root,
Together creating an earthen cradle in which I
Grew until I was ready for the world.
You made me. Together, you tended me,
In times which I remember not,
When I was but a young sprout in a world of trees
And equal wildfire.
You made me. You raised me up to a
Young sapling, my branches new but
Sturdy in your giant’s grip,
Confident in your confidence in me.
You made me. Patient, you guided my growth
Like skilled botanists, pushing my branches
In directions most suitable, and most appreciated.
You made me. You brought me into
A world which is unkind, yet showed me kindness
And raised me in love. I stand strong on the roots
Of your creation, stand confident in the shape
You made me.
You made me.
Madame InnocenceSnow White stands at the brothel window,
Her red lips voluptuous in a face of white china.
Her black hair shines deep purple in the candlelight,
Her tresses flowing generously, the red hairband long gone,
The strands curling invitingly in their freedom.
Her brown eyes flicker in the flame’s soft light,
And she smiles at her reflection. Her dress was
Retailored, the blue of the top caressing well-defined
Breasts, a body which Prince Charming knew not how to handle.
Fabric shimmering silk, cool to the touch.
Doc, the oldest dwarf, stands at her back,
Hair slicked, body clad in black leather, a thick chain
Of silver and ruby mined by his own hands
Hanging lightly around his muscled neck. “Madame,”
He interrupts, “There’s someone here to see you.”
Snow White smiles, her lips red, delicious. “Ah,” she whispers, her voice
Curling the toes of every one of the dwarves in the place,
“She’s come. Send the old girl in. You boys’ll
The Party[He calls out invitingly from the front step of a large house, looking dashingly perfect in a brilliant black tux and jeweled rings on his fingers, eyes bright and his hair dark, every individual hair in place] Welcome to the party! Drinks and food are on the table, but there's not enough for everyone, and some of the food and drink is contaminated (but it's safe, I swear.) [He winks almost playfully, coughing quietly] Pardon me. That does remind me though; there's only one doctor in the house and with there being so very many of you, if something goes wrong or someone gets sick I'm afraid you may very well be out of luck. You may show yourself out or you may allow someone else to remove you from the premises. I would personally recommend waiting.
[He smiles, slight furrows in his skin branching from the corners of his eyes, which are losing their spark] The music is great, the company grand, and the love here is sweeter than you can imagine. Watch who you love however; you might be ki
Silence of the SensesTell me, can you see it?
No, of course you cannot;
The world is moving too swiftly
For your narrowed sight
To discern the lies
Which are set before it.
Tell me, can you hear it?
No, it's not possible;
The sounds here are simply too pure
For your pained ears,
Stained and damaged by
The earth's painful whimper.
Tell me, can you smell it?
No, there's simply no way;
The sweet scents of this quiet place
Are hidden by Man's
Stench of greed and folly.
Tell me, can you feel it?
No, it's out of your reach;
Your hands are burned with insolence,
Your heart obscured by
A lack of compassion.
Tell me, can you taste it?
No, you are unable;
The flavor here is trivial
To the cutting taste
Of your acrid dissent.
Do you yet understand?
No, you are unaware;
You do not see how the world
Is connected, that we
Are in this together.
It is this ignorance
Which will destroy you,
And you will take us with you
For we are all One
Upon a dying world.
Prayer to Nut
Dear Goddess of the Sky,
May you protect us from harm
As your body of perfection
Arcs above our lives below.
May your passion and kindness
Infuse our lives with love
And desire that is pure and
Clean in its innocent intent.
Dearest Nut, daughter of Ra,
May your eyes watch us in
Life, and then in Death,
Until we are born again.
Prayer to Hathor
Goddess of Moon and Sky,
Of Motherhood and Fertility,
May your gifts touch those of us you see.
May we always be open to your
Sweet touch and embrace,
To your love which has no end
And breathes fresh energy
Into our lives.
Hathor, Goddess of Many Things,
May your presence protect us,
Cradled between your ivory horns,
And may you care for us
When the sun of this life sets
And we are left to our Afterlife.
Prayer to Ma'at
Goddess of Order,
May you hold my life
In Balance and Harmony
As you hold the universe.
May your Honesty and Truth
Help me to see through
That which is false and misleading
And to perceive only what is Truth.
Goddess of Justice,
May your hand guide
My own and keep me from
Disturbing my Balance of Self.
This Love You Never Knew
Every time my heart does beat
It sings a melody,
For every time my heart does beat
It sings a song for thee.
As sweet as early morning dew,
And soft as whispers sweet,
It spins a loving tale for you
And lays it at your feet.
And at your feet the tale still sings
Of love and faith both true.
Aloud and clear above all things:
A love you never knew.
It sings in sun and moonlight,
It sings in rain or snow.
It warbles out with all its might
And yet you'll never know...
You'll never know how pure it is,
How truly sweet the sound;
For it's so deep, it truly is
Your name is whispered through my veins,
Your eyes shine in the night
Reflected in the window panes
Amid the pale moonlight.
The sweetened chords of love are yours
For now and ever more.
The heart for which mine beats is yours;
It's you whom I adore.
Forever now, and then a day
My heart will sing for you.
My love for you will never stray,
This love you never knew.
to the powers of secrecythe silhouette suggests
a whiff of
chloroform or dior;
could still be black;
taste of power
is in the wound
still fresh but-hidden;
this wellspring is eternal,
deepening the curves
& shadowing the sheets;
you into undressing;
there isn’t much; a fine mixture of
What if GodWhat if God…
…cares about what you care about?
…was proud of your every achievement?
…actually wanted to thank you?
…is excited for you?
…believes in you?
...keeps His end of the deal even when you don’t?
…sympathizes with you?
…is on your side every time, whether you’re right or wrong?
…encourages your crazy goals that others say are stupid?
…is your biggest fan?
…is still rooting for you?
…won’t forget you, even long after you die?
…understands you better than your own parents?
…loves you more than your own partner does?
…loves you more than you love yourself?
What if God was everything we are looking for in other people, and ten times that?
Would we approach Him then?
Prayer to Wodenwisdom, guile and ecstasy
these things I pray You give to me
poet’s share – sweet Mead from Heaven
another drink of inspiration
Runes are cut from ancient trees
sigils, signs now come with ease
flowing blood and gushing soul
we move along in Frija’s web
the God will teach
as the Goddess shapes us
a union born of polarity
blessed hearthfire’s duality
Wōden, Wotan; Father God
I seek craft and witching words
teach me gifts of sweet seduction
and so catharsis of noble Will
Lord of Gallows, wandering bard
countless dead and so reborn
bring me now to wit’s sweet end
and teach me how to walk again
ending, ending, never-ending
it has no start to take away
born in Aegis, shaped by Aeons
given wit by Odin’s brethren
oh my soul, my life, my mind
I pledge them all to wisdom’s God
to seek and eke, to strive and conquer
and so to rise above the mindful now
I will seek the Overman
the promise of sweet Wisdom throned
a life beyond the bold horizon
Vacate! And disentangle
from the old familiar shadow-works,
from slim Siamese deflecting light,
from facets miring in our clock-face
from the tribal hum of sheetrock,
recurrent trumpets maddening
our corners of the cosmic cog.
Separation is the rite of birth,
discovery and flight!
Head north and west, for higher sky
and find a porthole, red summer stone
where winds will rush through the fleshmaker’s mouth
slowing our feral, atomic brume
to the comfortable gait of gravitons
dangling just beneath our soles
in the Garden of the Gods.
Island BluesBarren rocks embraced by blue
Towering in salty storm
Take me home with ocean winds
Make me one with you
Holy TrinityThe solidness of beginning
An eternity of summers
A sweet delicious immortality
A sparkling rivulet entering a meadow brook
Life giving rushing river to oceans of jumping fish and cresting giants
Flashing wet in the sun
Sunlight warm on us all
The molecules of time drifting apart
Gently seeing through those things that were solid
Spaces big enough to walk through
Ending in mist, asking: Why?
An Embrace in the DarkAn Embrace in the Dark
Your reasoning is true, you logic right
My flaw is forgiven by ethereal light
Make our scarlet sins bleed anew
Make them crystal as morning dew
And though I sin, I still understand
That all I want is to be part of your plan
Blood so crimson, akin to twilit sky
At last I am free, on angel’s wings I fly
Connecting StarsThere are arbitrary lines between the stars
In triangles and rectangles
But everything’s circular
Cyclical, rotating, transforming into
and out of shape.
I am connected to the cycles
I am circular in my essence
Transforming in cycles
The stars cannot be observed without me,
I am stars and the lines in between.
EnlightenmentWaking from your dreams
You see life as a gleam of light
Not knowing which way it will reflect
from the mirrors of reality
You struggle with your faith
Your soul has been torn
As you get up, disbelieving in fate and trudging on
You feel a guiding force that mends your soul
and takes you to a world of bliss
Where dreams are anything but dreams
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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