Terrified, you cried
and told us the news -
the lumps weren't imaginary boogie men
the nightmare was real.
Surgery, it seemed,
went by quickly.
They went in,
poked, prodded,
groped and mauled,
and cleaned you out -
no more lumps,
no more nightmares
no more being afraid.
Hours, days,
weeks went by -
time seemed to slow
as we lay in wait -
the tests, they said,
will come back as soon as they're
done -
we all know that
we aged with each day -
trying to hold it together,
facing a potential grim reality-
is it back? did it go away?
chemo? no chemo?
will she lose her mom?
will I lose my grandma?
Phoenix,
how you destroyed yourself so
violently,
only to be reborn
within the ashes of your
own death.
A call.
Hushed whispers.
Chaos around me,
life whizzing by,
passers pushing through,
you called.
After all that work,
after all that stress,
after all the worry and wait,
after the poking and prodding,
you called the game -
the home team won.
Survivor,
you outwitted,
outplayed,
outlasted
those veritable lumps
of nightmarish cancer-flesh -
no longer afraid of your shadow
or of the dark -
Phoenix reborn,
you stood up to the stars
and conquered the darkest night -
Phoenix Reborn,
it's time to summit
the sun
rise.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Life's Veritable Heirloom
The old, weathered minds
watch the young hearts
die
unlit and passionless -
small babes cry tears
seasoned
by over-moroseness and inner salt lakes
-
salt lake beds bleeding into youthful
rolling streams carving faithful deltas
on psyches and snap-dragon skins.
While pulling back to throw your
stones,
view the meager handfuls of
dirt
thrown on your autumnal
silken bed -
remember that as you judge
so too will you be judged -
not with what you have done
or earned -
but with the inner coil strength
of your potential
maleficent being.
Lament and lacrimosa,
requiem for not what was
but for the what could
have been.
Death, acting as time's
greatest traitor -
defiler of the oceans of
innocence within the eyes
of our young -
the silence of the bell-snuff
against the low-orange
flame of the
autumnal.
Quiet & contemplative & absent
-
death and life -
boisterous & rambunctious &
present -
old and young -
yesterday & tomorrow.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Greek Goddess Lolinolixia
While I know that this isn't exactly poetry, it is for my Greek Mythology class, and I figured I'd put it on here for your enjoyment!
Lolinolixia
or
The
Goddess of the Internet
as
translated by Michael West III
from
the
Lol
Tablets
“Oh,
sweet Muse, tell me, your heaven-bid scribe, upon the great Goddess
known as Lolinolixia. Grant me the wisdom of prosperity upon hearing
your utterance of the sweet mistress of the Internet.”
- Ancient
ritual poem from the Lol cult of Lolinolixia
Lolinolixia,
born of Athena and Hermes, is the Goddess of the Internet or also
known, by the Lol cult, as the “sweet mistress” of the Internet.
Lolinolixia, bearing divinity over cats, the Internet, and online
pirating, bears chaotic goodness upon the world. Holding a sigil and
emblem of the wondrous Grumpy Cat, Lolinolixia is attended by the
Internet nymphs Wikia and Wi-fios, and can be seen riding her
powerful steed named Lan.
Lolinolixia's
birth is recorded in the Lol
Tablets;
“Finding
the world of post-Cold War peace, the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus
decided to get fussed up and primped and proper, and hold a
gathering, with Dionysus providing veritable wines from his vineyards
and Pan headlining as DJ for the get-together. As the hours of the
party continued to float away, the deities found themselves in
groups or pairs, conversing and generally getting along. Many found
themselves coupling up, trysting off in various corners of Zeus'
newest heavenly renovated palace. One such heavenly Olympic couple
found themselves with enough of Dionysus' wine in them that
habitations and clothes left. Both, waking after a night of Pompeian
passion, found themselves at loss of words and holding a basket,
within it a bundle of cloth with the Sweet Mistress of the Internet
laying within....”
The
offspring of Lolinolixia as made known in the Lol
Tablets;
“Lolinolixia,
seeing the Internet as a yet un-proven and un-tilled soil of beauty,
gave birth to a daughter, which she gave the sight of knowledge and
the vast reaches of humanity's knowledge. Upon seeing that her
creation was a beauty, gave her the name of Google. Her sons
Piratebaya and Wikileakxio, sprang up, created by the Sweet Mistress
in times of humanity's wickedness.”
A
challenge to the young Lolinolixia and the Internet, as read in the
Lol
Tablets;
“As
the realm of the Internet was still but young in life, there was a
man, a powerful vice-consul of a once-great nation, who was named
Algorix. Algorix led a campaign through-out the capital city to gain
favor and support in the next assembly vote for consul – as the
previous consuls had come of age of retirement and leisured assisted
living. Algorix, sensing his powerful allies within the senatorial
assembly were finding favor with Algorix' opponents in the
consul-vote, as man named Dubbja. Algorix, then decided to thumb his
nose towards favor and fate of the Gods upon Olympus and make his
own destiny – even if it led to his demise.
Standing
below his counterparts, on the assembly floor, Algorix began to
regale a tale of creation and wonder – of building a vast and
beautiful network, that which being far superior to that of
Lolinolixia. All those gathered, upon hearing his heretical speech,
fell silent in awe of Algorix' heathendom towards the domain of
Lolinolixia.
The
Sweet Mistress, upon hearing Algorix' blasphemous heresy, walked upon
the Earth as a mere woman-child, barely over the age of
first-blood. Standing next to Algorix, the Sweet Mistress bade
Algorix to recant his tale, or else be doomed to failure and
unending ridicule. Algorix, finding his ego to have inflated over his
control, bade no recantation and only merely challenged the
woman-child to silence herself. While temporarily blinding the
assembly, Lolinolixia came upon Algorix in her true Olympic form,
causing Algorix to burn in a Vulcan-powered heat, completely
destroying and killing Algorix upon the spot...”
The
story of a once-great nation and Lolinolixia's favored hero of
humanity;
“Finding
the human world to be up to no good, Lolinolixia found favor upon the
young hero known as Edward Snowden – taking him and sending him
upon the perilous journey of disclosing various political and
governmental discrepancies created by a once-great nation. With
Lolinolixia's guidance and strength, Snowden successfully completed
his journey and adventure to open the eyes of the world to how dark
and previously-unknown the then-great-nation had become. For his
greatness and bravery in the face of innumerable and objectionable
enemies and obstacles, Lolinolixia rewarded her favored hero Edward
Snowden with the gift of Sanctuary within the country of Putinland,
then known as the ancient country of Russia....”
Thus
concludes the inscriptions found upon the Lol
Tablet,
as
the rest of the Tablet
was damaged with no remaining fragments found, as of late.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Letter to daughter : Lacrimosa
I pray thee - see that
my mind is full of
dark and new creatures,
breathing moons and dead
stars. Odile, my fair queen,
lament and know that -
I, of soldier born
and worldly travels,
have failed yet again -
loveless and nameless,
I shall be struck off
of registers known
and widely studied.
Oh, Lacrimosa,
how soulless can I
be? Oh, heavens' pray
that by fading light,
forged from things unknown,
and wielded by they -
my fate be motioned
and held safe till you
may come hither and
liberate my soul.
my mind is full of
dark and new creatures,
breathing moons and dead
stars. Odile, my fair queen,
lament and know that -
I, of soldier born
and worldly travels,
have failed yet again -
loveless and nameless,
I shall be struck off
of registers known
and widely studied.
Oh, Lacrimosa,
how soulless can I
be? Oh, heavens' pray
that by fading light,
forged from things unknown,
and wielded by they -
my fate be motioned
and held safe till you
may come hither and
liberate my soul.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Tear-filled Confessions
When we face our own demons,
we aren't given a Dummies guide,
how to dodge pitfalls and swallow
the pity and pride -
We all feel the Darkness sometime,
when the roofs over our head fall in
and traps us in smotherings of pain.
We all feel the frozen links of
self-loathing and regret fetter
us into pools of dispair -
it is not something to
let go of without a fight -
I know you feel so small,
so weak a-midst stumbling and falls,
Love, this pain is all growing pains,
so say something, don't give up on you -
I'm sorry that it hurts and I can't save you,
you know I follow you into hell and back again,
so please say something, don't just give up on you.
You know I love you, even when the pain
is over our heads, but we're still learning
to love and learning to grow.
When we face our demons alone,
we are at our weakest,
but love, when we face our demons
together,
nothing can tear
our love
apart.
we aren't given a Dummies guide,
how to dodge pitfalls and swallow
the pity and pride -
We all feel the Darkness sometime,
when the roofs over our head fall in
and traps us in smotherings of pain.
We all feel the frozen links of
self-loathing and regret fetter
us into pools of dispair -
it is not something to
let go of without a fight -
I know you feel so small,
so weak a-midst stumbling and falls,
Love, this pain is all growing pains,
so say something, don't give up on you -
I'm sorry that it hurts and I can't save you,
you know I follow you into hell and back again,
so please say something, don't just give up on you.
You know I love you, even when the pain
is over our heads, but we're still learning
to love and learning to grow.
When we face our demons alone,
we are at our weakest,
but love, when we face our demons
together,
nothing can tear
our love
apart.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
The Light Rain in May
My dear, while we may be across opposite ends of a sea,
of frothy white-capped waves -
I still remember your lightning laugh and thunder smile.
I still remember my love with the tiger-lily eyes.
Darling, I am still under the spell
of hearing you whisper
"I love you" on the first
early spring breeze.
I still feel the smooth of your lips
on my neck as your kisses
mixed with misty mid-May rain.
How long will this distance remain
between us?
Will it be until the seas
buckle & fold
and
our paths cross again?
Yes - for
only then will the
white-capped waves
rest.
of frothy white-capped waves -
I still remember your lightning laugh and thunder smile.
I still remember my love with the tiger-lily eyes.
Darling, I am still under the spell
of hearing you whisper
"I love you" on the first
early spring breeze.
I still feel the smooth of your lips
on my neck as your kisses
mixed with misty mid-May rain.
How long will this distance remain
between us?
Will it be until the seas
buckle & fold
and
our paths cross again?
Yes - for
only then will the
white-capped waves
rest.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
For a sister.
For even as the flower petals fall,
the sky darkens,
and the sun grows cold,
know that your heart will break,
but because of my love,
it will mend whole.
the sky darkens,
and the sun grows cold,
know that your heart will break,
but because of my love,
it will mend whole.
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