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)

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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.

Flesh and Spirit

The spirit is strong,

The flesh is weak,

The spirit thinks,

The flesh speaks.

The soul doth yearn,

And the body aches,

The spirit wrestles,

And the body quakes.

But spirit and flesh,

Unified and whole,

Are slivers of divine,
Embryos of deific soul. Ω

Terra, Ar e Mar

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A minha terra bela,

Verde, por chover demais,

Não há terra como ela

Que tem qualidades tais.

O ar é meu alento,

Sussurrando pelos pulmões,

O fôlego vivo vive dentro,

Suspirando minhas paixões.

O mar é minha alma,

Flutuando nos sonhos meus,

Identidade tranqüila e calma,

Onde as beiras combinam com os céus. Ω

Strength of Mind-- Originally written 2006

The shadow descends,
Furrowing your brow.
The dark thoughts enter,
Hammer at your resistance, your defenses,
Your mental armor, your happiness.

Love--Originally Written 2008

A burning; the burning.
None can compare, nothing competes.
Such feelings of fulfillment, of completeness,
Are unique to the warmth, the passion, the intensity.
The soul-binding cadence matches the rhythmic beat of the fervent heart.
Intensity: all-controlling, all-consuming; fiery, free.
Controlling, incomparable, unstoppable.
Driving, compelling, needing.
Subtle strength infinite,
Unforgettable.
The burning:
Unyielding,
Powerful,
Ardent.
Found.
Lost.
Ω

Power Struggle--Originally Written February 2010

If every cut on my body is a tear in my heart,

Then how scarred my love is.

Beaten, ragged, thrown away and besmirched.

Unwanted: used, then destroyed,

Unfixable lest a new heart be given.

My love is useless.

The Life of a Word

Conceived in the mind,
Beginning as naught but thought,
The embryo doth grow,
Embodied notion is caught.

Branded Fool

Who defines a fool?

Wee Little Man

Wee little man,
Wee little man,
You've such a giant heart.
Why any other man
Would give his right hand,
To be in the place of you.

The Dragonfly Queen--Part 1

     Her dame was thought to be the first drop of dew, and her sire to be last ray of Sunset's light. How those two ever met was an enigma in the first place, which made their daughter all the more mystifying. She certainly appeared to be of exotic parentage, delicate yet fiery, cool yet fervid, and completely uncontainable. Her face was that of the sun, a golden hue to her vibrant features, beautiful in their passionate expressions. Her hair was that of her sire's, shifting 'twixt shades of purples and pinks, oranges and reds, like the clouds at dusk. Her body was long and lithe, bespeaking the delicacy of her dame, and the power of her sire. Perhaps most breathtaking were the wings on her back. They flowed like water, but appeared as great fire, sharp and keen, crimson red with streaks of blue slicing through the dancing blaze. They seemed insubstantial, yet were as tangible as any dewdrop, and bright as any star. Her presence both soothed and invigorated, and she knew no enemy amongst the flora or fauna. With such parentage came brilliance of mind, and coolness of character, harnessed ardor of nature.  She was certainly the most glorious of all faerie; none could deny that.

Paradox of Life

The paradox of life:
Life consumes you,
Life takes away your life,
Like a mantis eating her mate.
Life runs through your veins,
Like a cobra's venom.

Day of Birth

What did I do?
Survived another year,
Breathed enough to avoid
Death by suffocation,
Ate enough to add
A healthy chub to my visage.
Does not everyone do the same,
Or at least attempt it?
Should we not all be lauded
For the mundane fact of living?

The Respected Man

There the he stands,
Respected for all that he represents;
But for all the regard,
He is not accepted,
But stands apart,
Isolated for an unseen cause,
Respect not equating to love
Or interaction.

Dance of Death

Sliding, slashing,
Vicious dance;
Turning, twirling,
Twisting trance.

Loony Teens

Oh the joys of adolescence,

Of prepubescence,

A time of awkward strain;

A time of stampeding,

Of pesky bleating,

A time of hormonal pain. Ω