“somethings got to give…”

They will all wonder

“What was it? That broke

the camel’s back?”

But those that only remain

pensive and passive are blinded by

Their feather-beds to see

It’s been a long time comin’….

We got radar better than ever before

And if you close your eyes to

the hurricane of agony that’s been

brewing and churning

The niños are gone; in their place

you’ve left horror-filled people

that are so close, so willing to martyr

For the long-denied justice.

And your horror-filled looks do

Nothing to me.

There will be no empty prayers from me,

For the headless Man-of-Letters

Has visited me, in my dreams.

And I’ve, for so long, wanted to avoid

The path once taken.

But you’ve crushed the teacup, sirs and madams.

And so you shall now find me

Hammering the nails into the soon-to-be

Maiden, tall and fair.

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questing for what exactly?

High above, on grounds that

Shouldn’t be touched,

I lead a children’s crusade

Against enemies I seek

to displace from Nature’s order.

Oh, strangeness does not care for

the feel of it on one’s skin nor the horns

you may grow; but the cruelty that

you hide behind narrowing eyes,

steady breaths,

Is clear as the day when I was

Tasked with the mission that

Will end as soon as my lungs

Release one last breath.

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Softest blue (Run away from me)

I couldn’t stare back, you’d

Ripped into me, destroyed the matrix

that defines me, bits, bites, bytes

are scattered, no more, since half of them

Are just concepts, existence dependent

On electrical shocks thrown by buildings

made in different dimensions, theorems

That exists beyond my care.

I got you good, you believed it and

it didn’t take a different reality for you

to fall into my trap; it’s called love

baby, and just like man-made things

I can break it, honey.

I got you staring into tinted glass, plastic words

And poisoning the waters that fuel you,

And your words are garbled, I can’t hear them

But you’ll always hear me.

I got the lights on you, and the shadows

crawl to comfort me, child-like lies

make me forget your sweet truths.

NaPoWriMo Day 30 – Razia Sultan

xxx

Again and again

Passion, unbridled, rules

Our very souls and minds, and our laments

Are that of those who will suffer and

Continue to suffer until

The greed born from intensity

So human, so fragile

That one small crack against it-

And we’re trapped, we

Are gone.

 

And again, and again, I will have

Divested it in favor of those

Who would call me their king,

What would I not do for them?

Perhaps that, would be my death.

To die at the hands of

Passion from greed, from hate, from dominance.

NaPoWriMo Day 29 – Harapsili, Queen of the Hatti

xxix

 

Speak not to me of betrayal,

For it is in my blood.

 

When the father of my father of my fathers

Killed to be the highest star for the storm-god,

We knew, we knew what was fabled

For our line, oh the gods would flood

And see us drowned for our discordance.

 

Do not remind me of kin-slaying,

For the brothers, and my very own mother

Have been disloyal children,

Have cause a ruckus, have fallen

To the lies and greed of never-pleased men.

 

Remind me not of back-stabbing

For I fear the fate of my lord-brother-king

Have I led to the never-ending succession,

Of endless death?

Will we perish to each other forever, will

Anitta not release us from his curse?