As a child she was promised shiny dreams
But the dream bearer left without a word
As a young woman she was promised shiny dreams
But the dream bearer then was too coward
Now she is promised shiny dreams
But the Sun is where the dream bearer flies toward
The three wise men bring dreams
Bare darkness
The three wise men
Bare all
How many times can the child be abandoned
How many times can she fall
One wise old woman holds her heart
Sets off along glittery streams
Pushing aside each wise man
As she reaches toward her dreams.
Category: Humans
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Who the fuck does she think she is?
Let’s give her a session of TRE
Let’s get together with the broken rabbit
One one we pulled apart by habit
The one we maimed mute
The one we pushed in soot
The one that saw my colours true
While I’m so busy manipulating you
Come let’s do a ceremony
Come cut these ties
Around my neck
Let’s burn the skies
While the rabbit in her hole
Let’s have a day
Wandering the town
And begin to play
Pretend all is ok
The world doesn’t exist
I am the queen of all of this
I’ll act innocent
Though I broke female code
Stabbing a sister
When she clearly said no
Pushing my needs
Because they’re more important
“I’ve had hard times
Come comfort me Seagoat“
“Is she ok? Oh I understand
Go go go
Go be her man“
I’ve put my stamp
She knows your loyalty
Let’s give her more trauma
To hold eternally. -
The warrior stares at the space
Where her arm used to be
Warm by the fire
Yet still feeling so empty
Riches all around
But still in her mind
Is the battle she lost
Where she lost her pride
Abandoned in battle
Fighting alone
The memories a torture
As she sits back at home
The sadness in her veins
The tears will not flow
The emptiness fill
Her darkest shadow
The queen played her cards
A damsel in distress
Pulling on the strings
Where ceremonies caress
The king chose his queen
When the crier spoke out
“Fighting for what?“
The warrior did shout
Her heart molten lava
Her pain like the current
Pulling her under
The destitute torrent
There will come a day
When the warrior will face the queen
Will vengeance play out
Will she rip out her spleen
Or will the king get in the way
And even the score
The warrior waits patiently
Because she knows this means war… -
Marooned on a desert island
Despairing how she got here
Thankfully she’s not alone
At her side her good friend Fear
Fear looks on with kind eyes
Soothing the relentless shadow
Feeding island coconuts
Making soup out of her bone marrow
The soup tastes so good to the ever delirious
They reminisce of times gone past
They hug until the moon does rise
Then Fear decides she wants to dance
In her frenzy she kills the fire
And accidentally spills the fresh water
It’s ok, it’s not your fault
She tries not to scold her
But Fear is in her element
A whirling dervish in the moon light
Helplessly a surrender takes place
With a gentle fade, Fear wins the night -
How much time has passed
She doesn’t know
She’s been lifelessly in limbo
The clock keeps ticking
As for her heart
She thinks it stopped a while ago
Her hands are cold
Though the sun shines strong
The days go on without her
No desire to breathe
There’s something wrong
But fixing it is beyond her
She closes her eyes
But it doesn’t matter
No rest is found, no slumber
Her slow demise
Her delicate flame
Reduced to a mere ember -
The warrior stands there panting
Bodies sprawled in blood
Was this battle worth it
Was it worth it for this mud
She looks across the horizon
Her heart filled with pain
She brings her eyes in closer
To see a child with bloodied veins
Palms turned over, she’s shaking
She crumbles to her knees
Let’s out a mighty howl
The sound echoes through the trees
The tone of pure despair
From her deepest corners
A memory from her childhood
Glazes her eyes for a moment
She remembers playing in these fields
Laughing, joking, running
Now her eyes turn to her friend
Who is no longer breathing
She inhales deep, gathers herself
Her energy has shifted
Back to what she came to do
For this she will be gifted
The last battle done, she can retire
She longs for the tranquil ocean
Sitting on a quiet beach
Watching the waves in motion
She turns away and grabs the flag
Walks towards her horse that waits
They both have done enough today
And they leave the city gates. -
She watched the little donkey
Looking at the egg
He didn’t understand how to boil it
She gave him the pan
And a simple plan
But the donkey just couldn’t relay it
With a roll of her eyes
She offered to help
As dozens of eggs had been broken
With his clumsy hooves
She wanted to prove
His appendages weren’t the problem
The issue was the story he told himself
The useless victim ass
Repeating old stories
It got very boring
She thought he’d never pass the class
Children came and went
But the little donkey stayed put
Focused on this oval mystery
How can something hard
Be runny inside
His brain delved into history
“Which came first the chicken or the egg?“
She looked at him in dispair
“We’re just boiling an egg!
For the love of a Greggs!
Can you get your head in gear?“
The donkey bowed his head
A tear hit the floor
She really did feel awful
Maybe she didn’t have the patience
To teach this delinquent
The tears started to pour
She left the room
Left the donkey inside
And went into the garden
Breathed the fresh air
As a fly went past her hair
Suddenly she noticed her face had hardened
She wondered how long she had been frowning like that
Forehead furrowed and stern
She closed her eyes
Let out a huge sigh
Ready with her self back in alignment
She packed all her tools
Walked out of the school
And let someone else deal with that donkeys assigment. -
There was a man who lived on the sea
Who had a dying wife
Each day he would serenade her
And warm her heart each night
She got sicker and sicker
But little did he know
Since the smile that shone out of her
Dazzled the darkest boats
So the man went to the port
And met a young lady
They had their way on the beach
While the wife lay in pain
The man returned and told his wife
He felt confused by his actions
But the wife simply passed away
Her soul abandoned her in seconds
Looking down she watched them
No longer who they were
Saddened by this tragedy
Both beyond repair
She looked across the bed frame
And up towards the night
There was his soul opposite
His eyes blue like the sky
No words came out of their mouths
But so much was shared
Without their bodies
Only love was heard
It filled the sky like an explosion
It warmed the earth for days
They wondered as they floated back
Could they survive this phase
They slowly returned to atoms
Into denseness they were cramped
She opened her eyes as he held her hand
And for life they did thank. -
The wind blew through her hair
Her breath deep and full
She stood atop the mountain
Gazing over the landscape still
Her feet started to edge forward
A walk became a run
And suddenly she was sprinting
Down the mountain side for fun
High pitched excitement escaped her face
Her arms flailing wildly
Until she reached the bottom
And looked back up so gladly
Out of breathe and panting
She started back up the mountain
Until she reached the top again
And tumbled down it like a fountain -
There was a little snail
Who had a big dream
To cross the algae pond
The little snail thought
It would find a leaf of sort
To glide to the lilly and beyond
The little snail gathered
A few different leaves
It wanted to test them on water
But out of the blue
Another snail rushed through
Now two snails stood at the port
There were two snails
Who had big dreams
To cross the algae pond
The little snails thought
They’d find leaves of sort
To glide to the lilly and beyond
The little snails looked
At their collection of leaves
And started to test them at port
One jumped on a leaf
It bounced with glee
And they sailed across the water
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