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.
Categories:
final fantasy, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
final fantasy, computer,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
final fantasy, allegory, angel, angst, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
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...
Categories:
final fantasy, introspection, life, on writing
Form: Free verse