Twin Helix Comet Vision

Were you nearly snatched by claws of death,

Would Mine be the first flesh to feel your breath?

Would you throw your arms around my neck,

And squeeze me tight til there was nothing left?

/

I’ve seen the chaos in the stars and light,

By witches’ peril— that also their might,

I’ve crossed the veil between my mind and sight,

So hear me well, together: this, our plight.

/

Battles both within and those without,

Rocking cages, inside is our bout,

Can’t live with, but cannot thrive without,

Banish now, all that remains in doubt.

/

The steps are taken, path is walked aflame,

And burn together, one, our spirits’ name,

There is a test, but heed my words: no game,

Together we will pass or fail the same.

Hermetic Lover’s Parallax

An ever-growing addendum

To the madness of illogic’s throne

I see you sitting regally

Still searching for a home.

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Piercing eyes, they scan the world

An atom at a time,

Laser precision cuts through space

But the scan is easy to side-step.

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Here I stand, here I stand,

Made vulnerable to you.

I don’t want to live the way we do,

I know you feel it deep inside of you.

Here I am, here I am,

The Riddle of Jendariel

The Riddle of Jendariel

As the problems of the world grew to an ultimate tumult, an angel appeared to its inhabitants. It spoke:

“I am Jendariel: avatar to the One most high.

I have come as harbinger of the Creator’s latest great gift to your mortal kind.

I am imbued with the power to answer any single question, and you have as much time as you like to think of it. I appear simultaneously elsewhere on your planet, that other cultures may also ask a question most relevant to them. One of me appears to Australia, one to Africa, three to Eurasia, and one to each of the Americas. Know this: you each have one question, and only one. Asking questions in such a way as to get more questions, will result in the offer for your gift being rescinded.

Take your time and ask carefully. I await your question.”

The people of the world took months to come up with their questions. They convened amongst each other and agreed not to ask any question which would bring harm to the others, and after what felt like a lifetime of debate, the North Americans finally asked their question:

“How can we fix all the problems in our society?”

Jendariel replied, “Your question is large and worthy. The answer however, is too long and complex for any of you to remember, and even if you were to record it perfectly, you will bicker and war over precisely how to interpret my words, exactly as your have done over your ‘Bible’. Instead, I will answer you in the way which will be the most accurate, truthful, and helpful, for you to understand and employ it; this way, you may truly fix all the problems in your particular society. That answer, as many of the most important answers of your world, comes in the form of another question:

‘What do the words “Slut, King,” and “Racism” have in common?’

Once you understand the answer to that, you will understand how to fix all of your problems.”

A present mortal objected, “Wait! That’s even worse than if you just gave us a long answer to argue over!”

Another shouted, “How’s that going to help us solve starvation and homelessness?!”

Yet another shouted, “Or whether we should allow gun rights or abortions?!”

Another interjected, “I TOLD YOU ALL we should have asked about the afterlife!”

Jendariel replied flatly, “You will fight less over this, than you would have over the long answer. Do you think to question the omniscient?”

The mortals began to protest again, but in the next instant the angel was already gone, with nothing left but its cryptic answer:

What do the words “slut, king,” and “racism” have in common?

Thought: Abashed

For all the evil and horror in this world, I stand abashed, and on the verge of tears, in the wake of its staggering beauty and goodness.

Hate Speech

All black people: hate whites. White people: hate yourselves, since you didn’t have to be prompted to hate everyone else. Men: never listen to anything a woman says, and women: generalise everything and blame and hate all men for all of it (it’s true anyway).

Non-gun-owners: don’t stop at “gun control”, get all guns taken away from everyone who has them, because something unimportant to you can’t possibly be important for any reason. Gun owners: keep giving the non-gun-owners fuel by refusing to compromise on anything, no matter how much sense it makes.

Pro-abortionists: never admit to any moral responsibility for ending a feasible human life, and anti-abortionists: never admit that there’s ever a time when it might be necessary– or even just make a lot of fucking sense– for someone who doesn’t want or can’t bear a healthy child, to terminate a pregnancy.

Coal workers: you’re doing great, I’ve got nothing to say to you folks who are making a living on the energy-source of double-edged death. Keep it up! Alternative-energy folks: what are you, pussies? You don’t want to get grabbed by the president, do you? You deserve to pay a 3000% markup due to arbitrarily-increased solar-panel tarifs, Lord Dampnut did everyone a favour!

If you’re a person I’ve missed and/or you have no idea what I’m talking about, then argue over some shit that doesn’t matter. Whose sports team is sportsing hardest right now? I bet it’s not yours, those other guys sports way harder. We have to hate each other now. Also The Big Sunny Philadelphia is way funnier than It’s Always in Bang Theory– or whatever false-dichotomy sit-com pair is most relevant right now.

Now tear each other up for my amusement and the glee of our puppet-masters. We want to see blood… and sexual fluids.

A Druid’s Love-Note

Lo, elusive Dryad,

Yes, I see you there!

Frolicking about the copse,

Sky-clad without care!

 

Greetings little Dryad,

Hath thou come to dance?

Pink and pretty petals part,

When thou deign’st romance.

 

Happy little Dryad,

Leaves so soft and lush,

Feel my whispers ‘twixt thy boughs,

Worry not, to blush.

 

Mischievous One, Dryad,

Sparkling so gay!

I shall teach thee how I please,

Solid, woody ways.

 

Concupiscent Dryad,

Moss so damp with dew,

Biting nicer than thy bark,

Mine be as that, too.

 

Sweet and gracile Dryad,

Let us plant this seed,

Be now mine, and I be thine,

Sating each one’s need.

Argen Fluxx

This concept was created specifically for Pathfinder the tabletop RPG, but could easily be adapted to any fantasy RPG or story setting.

Core Concept: Elven Hunter/Cultist

Devout Lawful-Good member of a branching cult of Erastil, Argen is particularly dedicated to the lunar archetype.

Summer Oath

We soon will face a trial like none before,

A separation meant to test our will,

Although we can’t know what else lies in store,

Your countenance will rest in my mind, still.

My love for you is like a Northern snow,

It coats and brightens everything I see,

While you’re away I long for you to know,

I’ll keep your treasured heart so close to me.

It won’t be long until we’re joined again,

Despite the parting sorrow that we face,

This may feel like a distance without end,

For you, forever, my soul holds a place.

Don’t forget the tests we’ve overcome,

The love between us cannot be undone.

Facebook Warrior

Facebook warrior

Must post gorier

Pictures to worry ‘er,

Fashion true stories or

Blast to prehistory.

Last knew: insistently

Grass roots intensity.

Presidents for people, free.

Not today, it’s “Mr. Me”.

Small-hands, orange-fisted creep.

Puppetmaster while puppets sleep.

“Fire” excerpt from “Secret Manual of the Unknown Shinobi: Yuureihana”

Chapter 3: Metaphysics – The Four Basic Elements

a. Fire –

Fire is perhaps, the first most important of all the elements to discuss, because it is the most misunderstood, and its true nature is too often taken for granted. Obviously, it is an element of destruction, capable of ravaging all from a child’s wooden sword, to the entire lumber supply of a kingdom. Yet how often do you look up in the sky, notice the sun,