Wounded Birds (first draft)

We sat outside the gas station

comparing wounded birds

Proud of our charity

we felt like eloquent heroes with heroic words.

Mine was found, deserted by her family

Yours broken as some cats cruel plaything

(But all cat’s are cruel, it’s a simple rule)

we bandaged their wings, held them to the winds

to give them the feel of flight

our own feelings kept inside

like broken birds kept safely in their boxes.

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Brennan (First Draft)

Tragic consequences,

Fragile condecending,

words play up my mind

at play, so confusing.

Desperate, seeking answers

to questions coming faster

Deeper thoughts arising with

answers buried in him.

Cut down and brought around

Displayed then cold in the ground.

Days gone, still reflecting on

made decisions still objecting to

Useless questions asking

why we were never listening?

Cut down and brought around

Displayed then cold in the ground.

Holding yourself to ground.

Letting your reasons out.


More work in progress

(just something I have been writing for the creative writing forums of a game I play, figured it deserves to be up here as well)

Today I die.

This is not something I say lightly. Nor is it a declaration of hopeless surrender. I say this because it is the simple truth. Today I die.

The fear of dying drives a lot of mortals on Telara, I have seen more than a few enter dark pacts to try to bargain for as much time as they can gain, this fear is the great equalizer among most of us. Even my people, long-lived as we are, have their own that try to hold on to life. We try to say it is the duty given to us, that we can not leave it for the lesser races, but it is fear. Simple and clear.

My swords parry, then strike. Parry, then strike, never stop. Always in motion.

 To embrace death, to truly accept it, is not giving up  life. It is becoming aware of just how precious and fragile these moments truly are. To become alive and truly live. In accepting my eventual death, I become focused on my task at hand. Standing by the side of my kinsmen and my friends, as the mad king opens a Rift to destroy us all.

This would be a good death.

 In a flash, before my swords can even finish their first, and last, victim. The Shade takes us. We die in the thousands. For the cause of freedom, we die.

It should be over.

Nothing ever ends.

The Vigil awakens me. Awakens others. We become the Ascended, brought back not for our virtue, or our nobility, but for our skill and our might. The desperate act to save a world from eventual death.

All of us are afraid of dying, even the gods it seems. Yet here I stand, alive. I raise my swords in to the air, catching the first rays of the morning sun.

I begin this day of my ascension as I would any other. With a simple declaration.

Today I die.


Work in Progress

So much energy in this night

                     (you wanted me here)

I wanted this faster

                           but I am a lie

You needed me to answer…

So

I will raise my flag

                                          and embrace this night

giving our words

this is our fight

                                           (you needed me to answer)

fire your guns, set it a light, brace yourself, this is our night (you needed me to answer), fire your guns, set it a light, brace yourself, this is our night (you needed me to answer)

fire your guns, set it a light, brace yourself, this is our night (you needed me to answer), fire your guns, set it a light, brace yourself, this is our night (you needed me to answer)

fire your guns, set it a light, brace yourself, this is our night (you needed me to answer), fire your guns, set it a light, brace yourself, this is our night (you needed me to answer)


Langis On (read this backwards)

In the end

we stopped shouting

lying in bed, listening to our breathing

argument echoing

still

No right.

No wrong.

staring at white walls

langis on.

Our nights used to be endless conversations

4am debates that always ended

in sex.

After our vows, we had silence

No right.

No wrong.

Just pictures on the wall

langis on.


There is an angry woman

coming down.

Oh lord, she’s a coming with the rain.

She says she knows

I was a’watching.

Oh lord, I did not see a thing.

But I heard, oh lord,

I heard such things

Have a tendancy to come with the rain.

    Sometime ago

    A woman was a child

    And a child was a victim.

    I sat in a room, not seeing a thing.

Oh lord, now I know

An angry woman is

a coming down.

A coming with the rain.

And how is it lord, that now I know,

And still I did not do a thing?

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Vancouver 2006

Rabbits

white rabbits

falling down

holes.

Tempting little girls

    with concepts of time

(and the promise of tea)

I want the cards to play

my hand

In what she has dealt.

As we go deep into Wonderland

among rabbits and Queens

I stand.

A single strand

 of DNA

simple, defective, and clean.

Alice, my little girl

with the shaking hands, her genetics in a twirl.

Follow that white rabbit

down it’s hole

to the end of our world.