Queen of Isles and Oceans
Prince of Song and Dance
War waged of large proportions
A head hung on the lance
Once a love unbreakable
Once a love so pure
But ambition is corruptible
Not even bonds can cure
Tsunami upon the city
The jesters did flee and cry
Spare the Queen your pity
For she’s the reason why
Son waged war on mother
Songs sung to fight the seas
Writhing tentacles did smother
The once calm and warming breeze
The sword against the serpent sting
Blood upon the sand
The shore is surely weeping
With carnage on command
A wizard used his magic
The Prince delved into the deep
Air woven in his fabric
His mother he did seek
She h
my parents spoke languages of the great and grandest:
they were left cryptic symbols I could not pronounce
nor comprehend - I was merely a jester, a kid in a temple
of adamant logic and holy symmetry; what I remember
are delta-phi-sigmas inscribΣd Φn the ωΔlls, forming
a score of astral melodies, a perfect pitch sound.
Euclid stood by the altar, Pythagoras was the priest
at funerals of fallacies buried deep underneath
remnants of uncertain theories; they were plucking
off pages enwrapping the ripe fruit of wisdom
only to break humanity's savage, primordial teeth
on its tough seed. I used to hear my father join
the chantin
He hides in his shell the teacher did tell,
Family shrugged-maturity crosses wisdom,
Smile scarred onto his lips, a turtle locked in death grips,
A tortoise on its back, shell buried in wet sand,
A trapped, caged, screaming band,
shell shock from hell
Tank not cocoon-weaponized not marooned,
Ammo vanished before nuptial battles,
What was a clash turned to slaughter,
As the chrysalis burned in fire
Heads above and down between; two,
Strikes to vulnerable twins brought the end to,
As quick as surely penetrating, shell rot spreading through
Mind above and only one there too,
Flip the animal onto a back tattooed with words,
Awestruck aren't y
Mother,
Why did you pour your love into me?
Poured tears born into rivers, but dams I built in front,
Drowning before your onslaught... my sole reaction a raging shrug
Mother,
I discarded your baggage, ruthlessly sacrificed you as garbage,
Love I put in the shredder, what came out-I shudder,
Mother, oh mother, I wonder what became of our time together?
Mother,
Reconciliation: I tried but failed,
It seems I only hugged your corpse, what remained; rivers no longer flowed,
Tears gone, seems I'm the only one left to make them go
Mother,
The pain I feel will not repent, the guilt leaves nothing but the dams I built,
Fast asleep, will you never
"Next in line please..." I whisper out loud, before the massive tumbling... dead empty crowd,
The vehicle still empty, the clock was ticking, I must encourage myself to think much much more quickly
"Alright..." I count to four... I take the deepest breath before reaching out once more,
"Forgot the line everyone, please come aboard. We're off to lands that simply none have yet to explore. An adventure amazing, exquisite, bounties, treasures to grab and maybe even life to restore"
I scan the platform in desperation, my mind's shards are not yet crystalline, my vision blurred... and there's nobody listening,
Imaginary friends I have in showers
The blood of the covenant
Is thicker than the water of the womb
Blood is thicker than water
The woman screams at her daughter
Who is trying to leave
Again
The empty bottles cover the floor
The woman's breath stinks
She has no job
Couldn't keep one
Never leaves the house
She wouldn't have
If not for the daughter
She shrieks about dept
and responsibility
and hardship
The daughter works 3 jobs
She didn't go to school
She couldn't leave the woman alone
She's running ragged
Giving more than she can
Wisps of hair free from their bun
Dark circles under her eyes
She holds no love for the woman
Not anymore
Only resent for her impromptu jailer
Yet s