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The Dragon Riders Saga II
The Dragon had returned to the clearing where he'd left his rider near neardeath
Hearing the strange tale brought mission purpose back and fire to his breath
A healer had found his friend somehow from the the universe of magic unknown
Now time was precious and running out their mission together again had grown
Just then to the Dragon came a voice upon the wind, was this sorcery?
A voice he had heard before long ago and was not mistakable or a forgery
His rider was the only one to ever communicate this way, prophecy had sworn
Something that was trained into them from the time they both were born
I'm the Princess of the Elves, you may know my name as I'm Oshshewelle
I have returned life to your rider he's now alive and will do well
The Dragon listened closely and his riders heart was now beating so strong
He thought can I trust this elf and what if I may be foolish and wrong
My rider and I are ready to fight again he thought back to the elven princess
To defeat this spell of evil darkness will be the end and our success
I gave your rider a talisman for the magic you'll need to win this fight
To Blood Mountain Lake you two must make this battle in flight this night
Take the Golden Armor and shield forged by magic wizardry in the art of steel
To protect you from the magic of the Mage's spells he will cast with zeal
To break the blackest enchantment it's guardian you two must defeat
Like you, a Dragon born of legend, there it's Taricrex you'll meet
Tis insanity that you speak of the Dragon screamed to the Princess elf
Tis suicide you ask of us! This quest of yours is purest madness itself
Even if we have the Golden Armor, shield, and antiquities rune inscribed sword
You know prophecy, the only one to wield them must by birthright be a lord
Not for may centuries has there been one with royal blood flowing in his veins
Tis magic trickery you speak with, I have long known there are none who remains
Your rider has all these and you were never told for good reason he has the blood too
He was not born a rider, he was hidden, I speak only the truth to you
This secret is entrusted to you for right now, with your rider it's not yet shared
For this he cannot yet know, and surly not until he is much more prepared
- - - Fading - - -
The mighty oak once standing strong
Now lying still upon the giving ground.
It’s leaves in wind, they carried song.
Of which, of this, no longer found.
The facial hairs have turned to gray.
Hair frizzing up and turning white.
Joints commanded ‘move’ but stiffened stay.
Eyes and mind now search Eternal Night.
Common sense – a gift through learning.
Truth once held its weight in Gold.
Love by test through time - not through yearning.
Wisdom gone with the dead-grown-old.
The lie now truth - wrong is right.
Forgery now changes dark to day.
A belligerent mouth holds strength and might.
Suddenly, seems, we've lost our way.
Hard to sleep so close to death.
Must hold fast to the original Me.
Arguing Evils muddle with each wheezing breath.
Must wake as whole – as was born to be.
The brutality of Life continues on.
Nothing now is what it seems.
All the ‘knowing’ - - dying – gone.
Life fades to whispers – Chaos screams.
Shadow Seeker March 2023
Beyond the skills of escorts
and the appeal of other playthings,
smolders the need of the soul
infused to best every man.
Twelve years have taken
the scars out of the memories,
from the last time I was
up and through
just to come down and out
to find every fairy tale
extends it’s hand
to some tragedy.
The odds don’t warrant
the time of practical effort.
Too keen to the liabilities,
always calculating ends.
It is not the demands of over
or having to start something new
rather, better to remain alone
than to be let down again.
But now I see you,
and it makes me pause
so still, with the whisper --
Are you sure?
Falls into a deafening singularity
forbidding even a scream, it’s escape.
I sit and can only see
the touch of Heaven
reaching across the Caribbean
to color your face.
As your smile holds the songs
of every dawn’s temptress,
under the soft disposition
of your eyes
rests a divine spirit’s symmetry,
smoothing features
while lensing each strand
the perfect frame.
That once moved a favored King
to murder a man, only to bring
the sword into his own house.
Enabled an army to take
a strong city with just one horse.
And enslaved the envy of Venus
to sharpen leaden arrows,
but fury slipped her hands
and bled her wrists out.
Blood clotted on the cold muck
of her grave, a suffocating cocoon.
Immersed the viewer becomes,
and timeless the window
of the heart that is God’s craft,
denying the deceiver’s forgery
of any singed carnality.
As if proximity has been given
within the mist of your perfume,
in just this one picture
of your face.
They know your face
Your body
You turned on the camera
You let them in
Unknown editors
When they asked for more
You gave it freely
You didn't know
You were a blank paper
They pry for more
To see more
To get more
To know more
To write more
You were drawn to the attention like paper and ink
You let them pour into you
Their wants, desires
Their stains
Anything and everything
You let them have it
You let them in
Stained paper
You press block
It's the end
You can erase the ink
You fight with the scuffs that remain
You shut them out
It's the end
The ink streaks still visible
But you feel their eyes
Their pens
What they saw
What they added in
You let them in
You let them mark
Disfigured writing
Pen strokes of depravity
Are they still in
Question marks, accusations
This what you wanted
You let them have it
You stamped the letter
Shut the laptop
You close the browser
Return to sender
Yet they're still there and you feel them now
It's not real
The paper wasn't there
It's everywhere
You know it is
You're crumpled and folded
No one cares
No one can know
Push it to the back
You were theirs
What they wanted
How they wanted you to be
What you became
A letter of what
Who's your author
Hidden writers of the past
The cover up with normality
The masks made of edits
Erasures not truly hidden
Is it you
Or only forgery
Is there a world stranger?
A place needless to comprehend time?
Perhaps death lays the ultimate answer
Or is there truth I’m left behind?
It belongs an inspiring bewilderment
The awe and the aspiring thought
Perhaps even an encouraging boredom
Is there then to see the truth or not?
A truth far from realism
A forgery only those chosen would see
An opposition to be freed from freedom
Yet what surpasses the endless mystery?
It was an end to a beginning to begin
It was a beginning to an end to change
Memories and dreams need nevermore remain
A thought simply yet never a game
Acceptance for the way of stranger things
Allowing time to fade into selfless prime
Remembering and letting go the endless dreams
Perhaps myself will every tomorrow I’ll find
I am not wondering you set up different institutions
I don’t care how many new laws you have issued
The supreme high in the sky or low one on the ground
Because you make by hands and destroy by your feet
The value of your rules is just to use and reject
In the name of a country’s owner, where is my Right?
Let me elect my reps to issue the laws
To protect me, to secure me,
To insure me in case of sickness,
To pay back to my labor,
Let me speak, listen, watch, and read whatever I want!
I don’t care how many experts, lawyers you used
I don’t care your fake definition, nor hoax theories
I don’t want to hear your golden bell from universe
Because you have not accepted my elected reps
You have abstracted and destroyed my right
By your armed force and by your forgery rules
And most important: People have not elected you!
Since we all are human being
If you destroyed my right, I can destroy yours
If you rejected my right, I can reject yours
I have full right to end your dictatorship
Because we all human being!
Look into my eyes and what do you see; genuine sadness,
Look into my face and tell me what you feel; blatant madness!
Take a look at how I walk and doubt will you see; true ambiguity,
Just listen to the words I speak carefully; they are words of anxiety!
Take my hand and feel it trembling; signs of insecurity,
Touch my body and feel the scars; they are souvenirs of agony!
Don’t stand there and watch me cry; I just need a shoulder,
Put your head on my chest, hear my heart beat; it pounds louder!
Look at my smile, the ends of my lips are forced up; pure forgery,
The expression on my face says another thing; I need sympathy!
Look at the tears in my eyes; do I give the notion of being okay?
The beads of sweat on my forehead; they can even reflect a ray!
I cry myself to sleep every night; it’s my favorite night cup,
I wake up on a bright day; but I always wish I had never woken up!
I fear the world because it poses nothing; but threat and harm,
A child of anguish and distress; that is who I really am!
but to seize
the gold of
your
splintered sun,
must I
m o v e dreams
across
tables of trickery
placed with
forks of forgery
and chalices of deceit
c r a
d l
i n g
the
dust of life and
ticking truth
s l i
t h e r
i n g in silk
among writhing serpents
awaiting the
stroke of
midnight thorns?
and to confuse
my patience with
a pawn is a
miscalculated mistake
for I refuse to
be chained
in citrines~
engrossed in
cruelty
served in
sinister spoons;
threats from
an egomaniac
soaked in
m u
s k s
of dusk
so tonight,
I bid adieu
to
the
eccentric accent
of a ruthless strategist;
the end tastes
sweeter than
sips of silence~
your speech mocking
the stem
of an aching rose,
illustrating p e
t a
l s
glazed by the moon~
as maleficence
in the
narcissistic narratives
there is no
line of empathy
in my arcade of angst~
for the fallen star
armored with daggers
protecting the
cave
of chaos.
There comes the EAST, against the SOUTH
The WEST against the SOUTH
Again the NORTH, all against the SOUTH
Just to use, manipulate and enslave
our minds, One said music is all
I say
The growth of a country
Depends on the knowledge Of the youths
But money makes everything worthwhile
Them songs; Bursting Up the speakers
The knowledge birthed, connections for elevation
My money bossing up, Mi world
They call me
A LAZY GOLD DIGGER NO i am
A POET, I was a once a hustler
Here comes another, they said...
Laughter is everything, It keeps you entertained
I said; Laughter without, happiness and contentment
From within is Forgery, For social connection
Money makes it enduring and complete
Them jokes and movies, all over the NATION
With Global recognition
My people Living La vida loca (the crazy life)
La Bella vida (The beautiful life)
Amidst all hate and denials, they labelled us SCAMMERS
No we are messengers of Love, Oneness was our message.
da vida (life-giving) vida Feliz (happy life)
There came
The other, boosting of their. strengths and powers
I told them
It's not by power, neither myth but
Consistency without resistance
Money makes whole, It adds honor
We all will die one day, but not certain
Now they got
The military With armed forces, ARMY
Forcing, forging lies and flogging us to
Move their ways, my people
Still showing love, amidst the tortures
They call us vultures with cultures
No we are healers and seers
Which they keep seeking, Unknowingly
Silence and discernment was Our weapons
Their perception of us, Was a reflection of them.
All them wishes On us was to be their
Sheep for slaughter
Copycat to navigate the negative poles
Propelling the heroes, Within
The Sleeping LIONS, they awakened
Now My people roar for;
Absolute freedom, greatness comes from it
We SOUTHERNERS also deserve power
We want to own our resources
And Our Fundamental Human Rights
JUSTICE and FREEDOM IS THE SOUND
AS WE ROAR FOR GREATNESS!!
I drained life of its fullness...
not pricing its worthiness,
leaving nicks in the prime of youth:
deceitful tricks to ignore every truth.
I imitated parody to conceal identity,
thus making it forgery my priority;
and the masked nobleman acted out his
infamous burlesque play, ridiculing Fay...
knowing that her unrhymed lines
were intently borrowed from clowns,
not from gifted writers with clever minds;
did they bray when they were blamed for the delay?
My intent was not a merited Godsent or lofty thought
perceived by a gladiator who held the wilt
of his sword proportioned to his solid built,
but rather ridden by a guilt which had a powerful force to jilt
me when I was reduced to tears by my peers for my peculiar tilt.
Written on 12/12/2016