What is a mermaid?
What is a mermaid? It’s me. I have brown eyes, brown hair, brown skin, and a green mertail similar to the Disney animated Ariel, The Little Mermaid. A mermaid is Wonder; her world is a tropic paradise—and that’s whether you’re awake or asleep, whether you believe or don’t, whether myth or legend. Merworsl suffer because they are personified. Mermen dominate the merworld of mermaids to mergils. There are no bounds here, everything is fight of the fittest, kill or be killed—or mermaned! Poseidon looks. Eh, that is his query? King Triton’s my father? Oh, my dear, what of that? I take flight is Paine’s warrier garment grid pretending, dreaming, imagining things as the famed YRP of Final Fantasy X-2 as I venture on-land with my dreams inside my room. Bored, huh? This is my world…A world I created with the art of Imaginary Science I’ve invented. All it is is dreaming and imagining things along with those voices I hear from my schizophrenia—A schizophrenic gift from Mary Magdekene from the Bible. Ah…life…
Cupid
Cupid's arrows wiltered me; they hasten the Death of Man
Cupid's arrows wiltered me; they hasten the death of Men
Although Allah is bewildered, the Titans grow ever so near.
Lurking beneath Mercury's shoulders, is Cait Sith of Final Fantasy near.
My cat, Cloudy, is mid-portioned grey not black. A Cait Sith, perhaps? indeed, Cloudy...
Little Angel.
Cupid, you Devil!
Cid once said that I was his Final Fantasy
Cid lied...or did he?
I am thinking of all the sweet cucumber melon frits I have eaten.
And as a strenuous Soul once said to the Earth Goddess, "I am impeccable.", I roared back, "Impudity."
For I once was a seagull, high in dementia. Now I'm a porecilan pear just barely stinging TO dementia; my collar bone has no quarries. I am alone in this vast world unraveling, unwavering itself as a steady snail's pace at me, unto me. Unto ME.
For why in the world am I in such worry, Fizzle-Mc-Drizzle? Why am I seeing myself grope and sweep and sweat the night away into musty odors fit like a king of Barnaely?
Have I no compassion? The voice I hear as my echoing consciousness from Spirit World seems to think so.
For what world have I come from, strange inaudible Titan Atlas and Atticus still murmuring over the book, "To kill a Mockingbird?" Am I THAT preconscious?
Have I no compassion? The voice I hear inside my echoing head seems to think so from Spirit World.
Oh! Spitit Word...! Oh, of WGAT?
He came to me in a rhythm, an ordinary Black American woman, age 33
spilling gentile and Pinesol, and debris of his knee\
A couple of diamonds and pearls, said the dream, "Is the dreaming Awakening me, dearie?"
He showed me his face, his Rabbit hair, like a knight in the king's corner of a sultry, satin fair/
a couple of downy llamas and a few more Pinesol, please
I was in Alice in Wonderland's Labyrinth with a bunny-RABBIT, ahem. Please//
His name was Bugs Bunny, that rascally rabbit. He suited up and wore his gauntlet grid and familiarized himself with his Virginian, er, um, Virginity?
He called himself Shuyin, from Final Fantasy X-2, and the added prequel came from me, the Author and the Narrator of the Story.
Hideous..! he speaketh. His name was Abe of Jabob.
His tongue was black of Ivory
his skin as florescent as the new moon
Hideous..! he spaketh again, mocking the molden doll, Sally
His eyes curve wide in the threshold of his magnificence--jester?
Oh, no, no, no, no!!!!!
This is Ernest Cumminway, the legendary Jack Sparrow the Skellington's...cousin.
He was still living, living in a molt-town World, where dreams collide of parallel wings that jester you into the Obvious things
And what of his dreams? they dare awaken. Whereas Jack Skellington dares remove his Pumpkin-like skeleton head on that wintery, autumn night. For they live in a world that plays and preys on their sleeping Dreams...or at least it seems...a Sin... They was the fayth of Final Fantasy VII thru IX, amidst 11 and 12 deliver us to neigh.
War between mother and daughter
Queen Brahne of Alexandria shows certifiable behavior
Daughter Garnet is ready to take her down, and out if necessary
It may sound dark, but just part of a final fantasy that is begging to be released.
Mothers and daughters for centuries have been on similar quests,
annihilating each other, so they can both live independently.
Airships lie in wait for instructions, wondering which one will be ousted.
Will the daughter be imprisoned for life?
Will the mother’s sporadic behavior continue?
How far will each go to remain or become the queen?
The red eye of Gaia stays awake, to watch the war between nations.
Kyja and Necron must be defeated in order to begin.
Death and destruction toward the making of the Queen of Alexandria.
The Death Of A Flower Girl
"If hope hath flown away in a dream or in none, is it therefore the less
GONE?"
I met you in a Church garden, my crude-crafted polygonal character
crashing into your lovely high-definition pre-rendered flower-bed.
You tended me like one of your daffodils
Healing me with one of your white magic spells.
I knew from that first moment
That our love would be all too brief.
But little did I know that you would be stolen away
Long before the slick end sequence...
Sweet heroine, with footsteps so soft you hopped into my heart,
I wasn't ready for any love but yours.
Why, oh why, Sephiroth - you, who I otherwise loved also as a character -
did you have to cut her down ? From that day forth, everything in my life
turned black...
How I searched the internet, hoping to undo
The fateful work of that terrible blade,
Hopelessly cheated and betrayed by fake promises of resurrection...
Aeris- your name still hangs on my lips, ringing with tears and regrets my
childish recollection
A Sea of Dreams - 06.01.2018
We dream within fantasy
Will this be the final one?
Beyond the sea
This sea of dreams
A mobius loop infinite
Mercy, a mercy kind given
The fear of waking up
The fear of standing up
The fear of losing hold
The fear of growing old
Beyond the sea
This sea of dreams
Places of secret wisdom
Smile, a smile kindly given
This is our final fantasy
Redeem us within sleep
No more stories to share
No clear advise imparted
None left here to ensnare
No realm for the departed
Goodbye
So leave us now back to slumber
To keep at bay a nightly ghost ship
To dream ourselves in ambient deep
This troubled world we choose to skip
Hello.
- The Fallen of A Tragic Kingdom
Charles Reese 8/21/14
When a player goes on line
To play a game or two
But you find him missing meals
He's addicted through and through
He's says that he will be okay
That he's just having fun
Today you see the chair he bought
It has a potty for the bum.
Now addiction he won't admit
Though it's plane for anyone to see
He still lives at home with momma
Playing with his xbox though he's thirty three
He used to have a job
Plus a girlfriend who loved him too
Then came another Final Fantasy
Now his games is all he'll do.
This final fantasy is hard to play
When you choose to run away
Do I love you?
It's hard to say
Luckily I know which way to turn
When our love comes to a burn
You tend to hide away
In the fray of losing control
When I bow my head to pray
This final fantasy rips me in two
Heartbreaks & lies leave me beaten & battered
On the outskirts of town
Counting down the memories
Till only a phantom remains
Lost within the fantasy.
Dragon’s skin reflects and is as vast as imagination
Reaching every place space or nation
It is the recoil of creation
One that slides through trans phase that breaks all limits in one incantation
When its majesty with soul will agree
It is the final fantasy
Uncontrolled by any boundary
Uncanny and eerie
Yet beautiful and dreamy
It is ridden without a seal
But getting there still takes a skill
When one rides it through expanse one will feel
Completely and utterly surreal
(Inspiration was Sephiroth from Final Fantasy)
The darkness inside me has been growing,
Not even the light from you can pierce its veil,
From the look on your face I can tell you have seen my dark wing,
While it pierces the skin and my faces goes pale.
My eyes turn black along with my soul,
I am no longer one of your kind,
It seems my hatred has taken toll,
I have lost control.
Shame passes through my heart,
As I realize what I have done,
I attempt to regain control over my self and it rips me apart,
I have tainted myself now forever I am blackened.
My pulse stops and the transformation is complete,
I am now forever a dark angel.
surf the universe let the wave carry your soul forget time, calendar, your phone, dollars ,
even death don’t let the material things on earth be your final fantasy
words travel miles
in herds
dripping waterfalls of tears
filled with irrational excuses
conveying untold sorrow
scurvy of soul
multicolored by disease
intangible to touch
but tasted in depths
of forlorn poetry
floating on pages
of background laughter
definitions abstract
among defined emotions
searching superior shadows
for elusive daylight
finding only
prompted screams
in every line
sweetly sour phrases
rich in texture
yet void of hope
dwell in margins
horrid percentages
conveying a poet's
blunted blindness
to forced cheerfulness
concluded distress
written in indelible ink
on minds and hearts
penned with perception
that suicide is never
painless
only a poet's
final fantasy...
She is consumed from the fires of her afflictions
Riddling her mind with chaotic tunes and depictions.
Following the signs to new inscriptions
She ventures through this valley gorge
Coming to the river Styx with no fiord
While swimming in these waters; only strength restored.
She cries out, "Ganga your rapids, too great, why must you imprison me?
Is there a way to to cross and eat from the Manna Tree?
Is there a way to sing again and fulfill my destiny?"
Upon no answer, her only hope, to await the 7th Trumpet to sound
When all the earth will feel the pulse of the ground.
And in time the music will shake these rocks from yonder mountain ridge
Fall into these stolen waters and build her a bridge.
Forget the Jolly Roger of her past
Into the eternal flame she will cast.
Never to sail that ship again
Repent for those days of habitual sin.
While resting in the shade of the Manna Tree
She shall learn the wisdom of the Final Fantasy.
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