Thursday, 17 April 2014

2014 NaPoWriMo Day 17

To the Cats We Have Lost


Rogue


My lovable boy,
a constant joy to my heart
'til a car killed you.


Renn


Love starved cat - we hoped
by taking you from abuse,
that you would be safe.


Gimli


My grouchy old man,
I am sorry you fell ill
before we found you.

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

2014 NaPoWriMo Day 14, 15 & 16


Day 14 - Listen to the Herons

Legend says that
Heaven’s Net is wide.
No matter what action you take,
there will always be a price.
A price for Crossing
the Nightingale Floor of Life -
no sound, no sight, no feeling -
only death.
Each step
a lost sound,
a lost moment,
a lost consequence.
A heart that follows love
is often followed by tragedy.
Ironic
that Peace only follows after War.
After, not a battle of Light and Dark,
but a battle of Greys -
shifting shades, shifting alliances.
But the Peace never lasts,
for there will always be bloodshed.
The Weasel’s Dance goes on and on.

And you, sweet Warrior Boy
will only learn this many years from now
on the day you die.
And so now you rest,
unawares with your lover
under the Brilliance of the Moon,
grass for your pillow
and the Harsh Cry of the Herons
lulling you to sleep.

Day 15 - Path of the Ghost

Many moons ago in a vibrant land
of plenty, two tribes of warriors fought
one pale as ghosts, one dark as river sand.

A boy of the ghosts – abandoned – was taught
the ways of his adoptive people. Part
of but outcast, in a trap he was caught.

A man now, Ghost longed to win his love’s heart.
But is he worthy of the Pathfinder’s
daughter? Is he worthy of the tribe’s heart?

But Winter comes, the land cast in blinder’s
glow. The pale ones come in their Dragon ships.
A clang of steel sends out harsh reminders

to the native elders of the hardships
in the battle against the ghosts. Battles
of fire beaten steel, hardened arrow tips

against wooden spears and claymore rattles.
Ghost of two worlds carries his father’s sword.
Jester follows, to no one he prattles.

They fight valiantly against the horde
but captured they be, their lives threatened
for the father of Ghost was a Great Lord.

“Join us, my brother,” the General beckoned.
“Join us; show us where these savages hide.
You land your friends live if our trust is earned.”

Over cliffs they climb, death only a slide
away – as is treachery only steps
away. The quickest death is to be tied

to your fellow soldier when he missteps
off the cliff to instant death, you follow
unwilling – sacrificial lamb off steps.

The men fall, diving down like a dead swallow.
A battle between the General and Ghost,
narrow and fierce. Ghost is left to wallow

the death of both his people, to his post
he is called, with his love reunited.
He is Protector, Watcher of the Coast.

No longer outcast, they are united.
With his lover, the tribe, he will command.
The land now at P
eace, all are delighted.

Day 16 - My Expression

Why do you judge me?
For expressing my true self,
taking my insides,
placing it on the outside.
Why do you fear ink on skin?

Sunday, 13 April 2014

2014 NaPoWriMo Day 13


Love and Hate

 

Love -
joyful,
volatile
and deceitful -
a feeling that brings more sorrow than joy.

 

Hate -
angry
bubble of
fear and chaos -
growing a bitter wall around your heart.

Saturday, 12 April 2014

2014 NaPoWriMo Day 10, 11 & 12


Day 10 - Freak Accidents

Kitty jumps off fridge,
door handle catches her tight -
ends with broken paw.

Day 11 - Unbelievable

You call after a
year – to invite me –your wed
-ding – it’s in two weeks.


Day 12 - Sacrificial

Like lambs to the slaughter,
you would sacrifice our lives -
our families and humanity.
Because you fear what you must do.
Because you still fear the man you must stop.
We suffer -
wanting and waiting -
patience growing thin.
Stop being scared children and fight for what’s right.
Fight for a new day.
Fight to rebuild.
Cut away the evil that threatens us all.
Fight for us
and for yourselves.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

2014 NaPoWriMo Day 9


Work is Hell

 

These days I lose both
my mind and my temper on
a daily basis,
putting up with too many
ID-ten-tees. I hate it.

 

Between the ass kiss-
ers and the lazy co-work-
ers, no wonder I
live on rescue and headache
tablets. I should invoice them.

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

2014 NaPoWriMo Day 8


Eating Alone

 

You told me you loved me
countless times.
You were my light
after endless dark days.
My comfort
when I thought about my father.

 

But you had flaws
I could not accept.


You had no respect for me or my time,
two in the afternoon is not morning.

Did you really think
that poking me in the butt
with your cock,
while I was sleeping,
would put me in the mood?

That is the reason
I would get up early
to go read on the couch.
You were a selfish mommy’s boy,
jumping to act every time
she opened her mouth.
You had the audacity to break up with me
on Valentine’s Day.


I know now
that I was just a convenient sex doll.


So now you are gone
and I am neither happy
nor am I sad.
And so every morning
I sit in my kitchen
and eat my oatmeal alone.

Monday, 7 April 2014

2014 NaPoWriMo Day 7


Books

 

My books –
my unending
love, my everlasting
comfort, my undying light in
the dark.

 

The dark
ways of the world
are softened by words that
speak to the deepest hollows of
my soul.

 

My soul
cries for those worlds
that make reality
and humanity unwelcome –
surreal.

 

Surreal –
books wake your dreams
and imagination.
They call to me like a lover –
my books.