2x Blog IDs
2x Comment boxes…
Should I?
Should I not?
I won’t be mean…
1x Ordinary T
1x Mystical Saturn/ Muscle brained Mars
Innocent Fun or a Path to Destruction?
An alter ego tempts me
Can it set me free?
All the world’s a stage
And I’ve got two characters a page
I won’t be acting really
I’ll still be me, but surely
A different aspect
Considering
My change of name
And profile pic
A different aura
A different interpretation
Believe because you have faith
And faith is not knowing
It is trusting
Impossible without love
Where do I stand?
I who knock on the door
Which is not answered
While hopelessness
Seizes the territory
Around me
My faith shakes
The stars were alligned
They had been much maligned
By the protagonist
Who had put them on his ‘Fuck Off!’ list
But he had grown wiser
The stars shone brighter
The tides went crazy
He was no longer lazy
The earth quaked
He returned to that which he had unmade
Strange portents filled the land
As he stared at the dropping sand
For Mars met Saturn once more
Letting our protagonist soar
Skipping on constellations
And making new relations
With the spirits he had spurned
In a fit of sanity
tl;dr : I’m back. This will not be my main blog, but I will be following a theme here. I feel like I have to split my writing now. I probably won’t get many subscribers here, but that’s okay. If you want to subscribe you are more than welcome to do so…if you don’t, that’s okay too. I am not playing that game any more.
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Man wrestled a gator and got bit
He bit back until the gator quit
A dancing bear escaped the circus
Prescribed Prozac for loss of purpose
An alien mothership surfaced
Green men exited the lift: service
PanAm aircraft 914 back
From the Bermuda Triangle in fact
A Dyson sphere spotted light years away
Along with some Martians gone to sun bathe
Putin and Trump talking nuclear disarmament
Talks being held in secret freight cargo compartment
The White House is being painted blue
By Banksy and the rest of his crew
Chief mistakes manatee for his mermaid wife
His calypso crab sings about marital strife
A prince seeks girl with lost glass slipper
Finds her in SF smoking a tipper
Back in the saddle and reins
Not on a strong destrier
Or a fancy Arab mare
I’m not out for some campaign
I’m just riding in the rain
My horse is the worse for wear
It’s hauling more than its fair share
As we wander this bloody plain
The pack horse is in some pain
It needs some urgent health care
We can’t give in to despair
While tied to this mortal chain
My horse goes lame and my efforts of aid in vain
Only kindness left is a bullet to the brain
But after the second shot it runs yet again
Sweet sakura song
No deception in music
From cherry blossom
Sharp steel Katana
Too deadly to use indoors
Slice wind in garden
Wakizashi sheathed
Pink blossoms settle on hilt
His Katana flows
Hattori Hanzo
Leaping on dojo rooftops
Stops to breathe cherry
Under cherry tree
Friends become firm blood brothers
With sake and true oaths
Sekigehara
Red blossoms flow like rivers
Ieyasu bathes
Near sakura tree
Truth heals wounded warrior
While he spars with wind
Image: https://goo.gl/images/H6faJo
Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold
Porridge turned alcoholic
Ten days old
Some like it hot
Some like it cold
Some like it with tater tots
Lying in the hold
Exorcism is a dangerous thing,
That only a mad mad man would attempt
To put it physically, it’s like the One Ring
But you can’t just throw it in the pyro tent
You have to jump in with it, a scalding visit
To Mount Doom, purgatory, not a Room with a View
Tackle the demon and not let your grip slacken
As you fall together and watch the world blacken
The journey turns you into something ugly
A chimera that even you despise
Until you come out to do it again.
Image: https://goo.gl/images/zBaA3X
Honey from the hive, unrefined, two fifty a kilo
The tapper has brought a bucket before I can say no
Filled with that sweet golden liquid, wax and dead worker bees
He puts some of it in water, to test the purity
And gives me a broken comb to chew on, it’s just like gum
He’s a shrewd businessman, bargains ensue with his honeyed tongue
I buy ten kilos for a thirty percent discount, when really I wanted none
(Maybe I can try to brew some mead, or add it to my tea)
Image: Nat Geo
Muscles ache, eyes weary, the war was lost, we run, we flee
A hay bed beckons my head in a stable, horses neigh
Sleep at last, my eyes close, glimpsing nightmares, my memories
My parents’ unavenged murder, and friends I was forced to slay
My companions wake me, we’re being chased,
They point to the next hill, at a torch trail
A fiery snake
A thousand riders
To catch five survivors
We who survived the fire lake
We split up to confuse the trail
Riding as fast as we dare
Without light, without bronze (and) mail
Fear fills me everywhere
Our pursuers do not split,
They chase after me with unity
My fear then transforms
Anger feeds my storm
My horse topples down and I wait for the enemy
One against a thousand, the odds are against me
An owl screams from the trees, “Noo Noo, easy peasy”
I chose my spot, and wait with moon sword and sun shield
As dawn breaks I kill the last man while he tries to yield.
Last Stand Music:
Whispers of the Universe 