Seasons Haikus VI

Does my heart yet stir
The Green Man is drawing near
Kiss me back to life

~ kei
21 December 2014

Winter Solstice Slumber

Your Gift

This harried mind races
From distraction to frustration
In the cold ebony midnight
I’m dizzy on emotion
Overcome with raw feeling
Somehow this feels so right
Though I’ve been trained to chaos
Insanity, lies and inconceivable pain
My heart refuses the chains of doubt
I look at you and his scaly blinders drop
Burned away by the beauty
This light that is your perfect soul

~ kei
29 April 2014

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Cheyenne Sisters – Stream of Conscious Dissonance

My Cheyenne sisters say:
A nation is not defeated until its women’s hearts are on the ground
Looks like the country of you and me didn’t survive the siege
My heart is on the ground. Smashed, crashed, trashed
Boots to the ground, battlefield buried
Praying it’ll hit the ground running
Took its licking, jesus christ! Keep ticking
I wish for death but only in the literary sense
Because it makes no sense to die over something that never was
Besides I’m not a bookish heroine, just a girl dumb enough
To believe in stupid faerytales and dreams come true
Who dies over that?! I’m not that poetical
And so I rise, rise again, rise against, hearing the ten count
The coach in my head is shouting “Get off your knees, girlie girl
Don’t give them the satisfaction!” – but god I feel so frail
Betrayed by a body that used to be so strong
I’m just little and skinny and the hits keep coming
But I’m breathing, heart IS beating, in and out dance a rhythm for me
I was born on the same day as Muhammad Ali
We’re different on the outside but his words are in me
I’m gonna teach myself how to sting like a bee
I am the butterfly you read about, you see
I’ve cried an ocean of tears, while they tore at my wings
But me and Ali got a wicked left hook to swing
So put me in coach, I’m gonna die but not today
I have a nation to rebuild, it’ll be a country for one
And no third rate jester is gonna get over that moat
‘Cause i’ve got frikken sharks with laser beams in there now
So wear your best tinfoil oh ye knights and warriors of the realm
Bring me horses for trade and keep your bullshit parlay
I am mistress of my wigwam and all as far as my eyes can see
And you’re gonna need a platinum passport
To enter into the realm of me

~ kei
13 October 2013