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Upon a Cold Winter Night
The winter wind cuts through me as I stand outside on a winters day. My legs tremble through weakness and dismay.
It is hard, so very hard... yet I take my next breath and try in vain to steel myself for the worst.
My wicked foe, Bi-polar scythes me, licking flames of whipping, wicked, fire ensnares and inflames.
He laughs at me as I stumble further onward.
The goddess of the cold winters moon watches me, Chivichne, scowling in warning. I move to avoid her gaze but my enemy keeps me still.
Not seeing my shackles, Chivichne comes down from the sky to punish this insolent man.
A shiver quakes me as her cold invades me, her words enough to freeze marrow alone...
She summons an icy wind that removes all trace of warmth or comfort from my being.
Bi-polar releases his grip, allowing me movement once more, only to face the impending wrath of a goddes insulted.
Her eyes are bright white but there is no colder hell than the wrath held deep within those eyes.
A tear freezes upon my cheek, and I
Prose of a FelineThe light shines through to my eyes this morn... A new day has arrived.
I yawn and stretch and awaken to see my territory, my home.
I scoff... My human is still asleep... Perhaps it is time to remind her just who is boss.
After a few minutes of speaking in her ear she decides to get up, Like a good human she feeds me first and foremost. I sniff the food given and find it to my liking...
After breakfast I decide to patrol my Queendom, After all, A Queen has to protect what is hers, does she not?
After ridding my home of those pesky nuisances that flitter about on tiny wings, I begin to watch from the window on high, My human left but I didn't even bother to say goodbye, knowing full well she will return.
The hours pass and I bide my time, doing whatever comes to mind, and in the late afternoon I doze once again.
I awaken to the sound of my stomach, and since it is late I go to look for my human, but she...isn't here?!
I look on her bed, still made from this morning... I look in the kitc
Poseidon's Mistress...Standing hard on my ship, Grasping the wheel that controls my Juggernaut, Nothing can stop me from going where I wil go...
The rains, they pour, and the salt tastes my lips, from the sprays the Ocean, she gives.
A sly smile paints itself across my face... "I love you too..."
I whisper as though it were prayer.
The waves they move and turn, The Curves of my lover, I long to touch them again...
"Oh Goddess of ocean, My Lover in Waves, Please reveal yourself to me this night. I long for your kiss, I long for your touch... I grow hungry for you my dear..."
And as though it were magic, the storm subsides, the clouds do part, as the Full Moonlight shines, it was in the waves he saw his one...
"My goddess, my Goddess, please call me to you, Please hold me tight, never let go, I've sought you so long, Please hold me fast, I belong to you, Accept your humble servant this night..."
And with that, he released the wheel to his ship, the last barrier between His Mistress and He. The ship, it seemed
LifeWords to describe life...
Life, a concept that can be as beautiful as watching stray rain drops run their course along the branches and flowers of a tree...
Or it could be a trial that tests the very limits of your sanity...
Is it not also in the same instant an endless font of fascination?
Or a relentless assault of the mundane and disturbing?
Life, when singled into only one word, then many facets are being missed or ignored.
Life, when for aeons many have tried to capture thy essence within written text, only folly is shown, for it only proves that the true point has been missed...
Life cannot be captured in any form aside from what it is...
It simply is, and therefore, we are.
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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