Ode to the Burned

The sun tans me in the afternoon,

The stove cooks me meals as I need,

Fire warms me at night;

Women just burn me night and day. Ω

Deliberate Subjugation

They rule us with
Every fiber
Of their optics.
Their cables drag us
Into dim-lit dungeons
Where filth-eating mice
Click and chitter.
The windows open
Onto dark scenes,
Not natural light,
But a man-made attempt
At illumination.
And all too often hang
Open without shutters
Or filters.
Their screens don't seem to keep
Anything out,
But only welcome
Intrusions.

Mental Fission

A Question of Stature?

Other Than Avoiding Hives

Are we all just bees?
Buzzing busily,
Venom up our butts,
Used to hurt others,
Regurgitating nectar of knowledge,
Hoping to create satisfaction?

Thorn and Nail

we know not whether to hate ourselves,
or those who used us. me, they shoved
me down, they pressed me into service,
tortured me by torturing, pushed me
too far, drew blood with their efforts.

Rubber Soul

Walked upon, tread down,

Stomped, stamped, and stabbed.

Daily the sole is weathered,

Torn, attacked, and ground.

Tattered and thin,

Whole sole filled with holes.

Mundo do Futuro (World of the Future)

Read more for an english translation:

Que falarão
Sobre a perseguição?
O crime virá justo?

Quem será o herói;
O salvador ou aquele que destrói?
Será que facas serão vistas como cruzes?
Ou as trevas consideradas luzes?
Será que lesar será doutrina?
Ou palavras venenosas consideradas medicinas?
Como ficará esta terra
Quando a paz é igual a gerra? Ω

Ignorance

Their ignorance slaps,

Their ignorance cuts,

Batters, even.

Yet, that is how they decide

To address me:

With ignore-ance. Ω

Stripped

It can't be tightened further,
And it cannot be removed.
Stuck.
Screwed.
The metal turns against
The hands that would move it.
Tight.
Anchored.

No Best Friend for Dogs

           Life as a dog isn't too bad. I get treated pretty well, and my family takes care of me. Except the time they betrayed me. 

           I shoulda known something was up. They gave me extra scraps, good scraps. That’s one of the first perks of doghood, getting the scraps. At the same time, I get the scraps. Don’t get me wrong, they are usually pretty good (who doesn’t love people food?), but do I look like a garbage disposal? Just because you find it revolting does not mean I think it is any better. There is some kind of jacked-up paradigm among humans that just because they walk on two legs and have opposable thumbs certain foods are no longer edible. Apparently, the four-legged creatures have been reduced to the floor lickers, if only for convenience of proximity. It is a testament to my strength and superiority that I can lick the floor, eat the crap…er scraps, tossed to me, and still survive.

Back to my story. My family was all cuddly, and talking in baby voices to me. In hindsight, I think they were trying to put me at ease. But do they really have to talk to me like that, like I am some pre-mobile, infantile pudge-ball? It does not change my ability to comprehend human speech. If I barked like a puppy, would you understand it any better? I mean, seriously, do I look like I am 2 years old? After all, my years are seven times that of my owners. They are the real pups here. Not to mention, they have so many noises and they all just sound like the noises I make when I am about to hurl up my dinner. Anyways.

So, my family gave me an extra warm bath, nice fur-cleaning-bubbles, trimmed my toenails, the whole bowl of kibbles, ya’know? Allow me to say, though, that my ability to give myself a bath whenever I want, wherever I want is another great perk of canine life. And no one freaks out if it’s in public. That can come in real handy. Unfortunately, the only washcloth I have is my tongue. Have you ever licked dog hair? You think it smells bad, well let me tell you, brother, it tastes even worse. But hey, how many people get to lick and sniff their butts without criticism? Not many.

False Light

A light in the eyes!
A brilliant, dazzling sun.
Oh, forgive me,
It is only the reflection
Of the television screen,
The cell-phone light,
Technology's glare
Emitting from vacant
Sockets.

Lady Luck

     "She is here, Father Fortune."
     "Let her enter."
     The great doors opened silently, permitting the lone figure to enter. She strolled in, a whimsical bounce to her step. Despite the hard floor, her hooves did not clatter or clop, but almost silently sung as they touched the jade floor. The girl was humanoid, other than the hooves. Even amongst her kind she was considered a great beauty, and to mortal men she was irresistible. She had brilliant golden hair that hung to her shoulders. Seven braids of different colors swung in her locks, one cut from each of her six sisters, and the seventh being her own. She had a pixie face, with bright eyes that sparkled with unpredictable mischief.
     With jaunty smugness she walked toward her father, who stood with regal surety at the front of the room. His great albatross sat on his shoulder, wings periodically unfurling to their full length, displaying his majestic pinions. Her father had eight braids, one from each of his brothers plus his own. She and he were much alike: the oldest and the last born, but he was from an age more ancient than she.
     Arriving before him, the girl curtsied, then twirled with a vibrant laugh, hair and short skirt splaying out in splendid vividness. Her voice rang out "Oh Father! I am so gad you called me. I have missed you."
     The tall lord raised an eyebrow and responded dubiously, though not unkindly, "While I appreciate the sentiment, daughter, I am sure you have been keeping yourself busy with your countless suitors."
     Her features maintained an impish smirk. "Well, can I not both miss you and enjoy my time away?"
     "Certainly you insist that you do, so it is not a question of whether you can."
     "Especially witty today, are we?"
     "I thought I was witty every day."
     "Normally, your brother takes that role. I think, though, that discussing witticism was not the reason you called me."
     "Usually you prefer the playful banter. Especially rushed today? Alas, you are correct. Daughter, I have summoned you for a very specific reason. Recently there have been some...complaints, more than usual. Complaints in regards to your dealings with your suitors."

Living Entwinement

To embrace is to hold life in our hands.
To carry a child is to bear the future.