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O angel most high of the doomed and suffering,
Whose wings are stained with the blood of strife unwarranted
And the bearing of the lost and torn to Heaven,
Whose hands hold the wandering to their path,
Whose voice of compassion brings all to order
Be with me who cries out in my heart.

I ask you, Throne of Peace and Justice,
Throne of Sacrifice and Passage,
Throne of Heaven's Will:
Walk beside me, and aid that I might bear
Only the most necessary of pains in this transition;
That I might go where I am most needed for my Way and others';
That I might face the test unburdened by hatred and terror;
That the peace that surpasses all suffering
Lift me up to the Way that I must enter.

O ye who walk in the light and dark,
May you be given the lamp of knowledge and kindness
When mine is insufficient
May you be given the feast of heroes
When I am hungry
May you be sheltered by the powers that aid
When I am uncovered
May you receive the power of the healing Spirit
When I am broken
That when I am in need, you are able to share what is missing
And keep open the way ahead.

When we have walked the path to its end,
O please be honored with me,
Though we know the Duty of the Call;
For is is by the grace of compassionate love that we
Who have conquered in the name of Goodness
Have never walked alone!
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When at last the music calls,
My heart ceases,
My body falls,
I shall then have but one last cry:
Was it victory?

For in my hunt to gain the Truth
Attain my Self,
Reveal past Youth and Age
The face that should have been,
Did I myself destroy?

Or will I find that
At last t'was done
And all was well;
That tale thus spun
Told what was, and not
What only would have been?

I wait to see.
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T'ema's adventure continues!

This is the epic completion of the triptych started with "Beyond All Terror and continuing in "Lies Its Memory. As usual it is being written mostly off the cuff, using poetic structure to help me get the story out where prose is more difficult.

Content warning: This poem has a stalking hero and a moderately violent confrontation in it. Be mindful of your headspace when reading it.


The day was cool but spring was coming,
And T'ema was ready for it.
She had been through a month of winter
And had little idea what was next.
The spirits told her these changes were normal,
Yet she hardly believed it.

Her oath nudged at her,
And she finished her breakfast quickly.
The paperwork to be finished took
Almost an hour, and then she was free.
Free to hunt, she thought.

T'ema corrected herself. )
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They say it's impossible for a soul to die.
But it's entirely possible for a soul to be damaged,
And to be devoured,
And to be grafted.

It's possible that souls don't die,
But are merely forgotten.
But by whom?

Does it matter, then?
Souls die.

I'd rather not, thanks.

Severance

Apr. 7th, 2015 08:20 pm
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Premature the bud formed and was torn
Aching, drawn, forced to soldiery
Only when the soldier stood alone
Did All see that it fought to be
A Child again

And then they drove at it
Beating with fists and thought
Weapons of fire and anger
Weapons of fear and horror
Weapons of death --
And it mastered them all,
For it had learned well from its birthing

When they came in peace,
Nothing stood against them.
When they came in war,
Nothing could keep them alive.
The conquest was total.

I stand alone.

It is lonely here.

Will you come at me?
Or with me?
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(Finally finished this one, which I'd had hanging fire for almost twenty years now.)

In acid I have burned
In acid I have died
In acid I was ended
Acid I have cried

In fire I was pure
In fire I was light
In fire I was broken
Fire's light has died

They took me to Earth
Gave me a life
Took it away
Buried me well
Shamed me forever

But above it I rise
Fire and dark
Acid it turns
To light in my eyes

I must fly!

Dark is my spirit
And shadowed my soul
But darkness is living
And truth must be whole

Poison my heart
And I will fly
Bury me deep
And I will fly
Kill me dead
And I will fly
Take my wings
And I will fly

To the stars I belong
And I must rise
No weight can hold,
No prison's wall
I am acid, fire, and light

In your dark I rise
And when you split the light
See every color shine...
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This is a continuation of "Beyond All Terror", wherein T'ema goes to Urbanburg following the urging of her magic, and begins to acquire clues as to the nature of Dan's assailants. It is set in the Polychrome Heroics universe by permission of [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith.

--

"I love you" whispered in her ear;
She had no choice but to follow,
Eyes open for the chance
To find, to see, to understand!
No spirit was present and yet
It spoke alles omnes
To her wondering heart.

Read more... )
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(Inspired by listening to some hefty power music. Now if only I could get T'ema's storyline to advance, too! "Umaxses" is pronounced "oo-MOX-seez".)

--

Thunderous applause reached the center of the stadium, a roar of hands so loud they nearly drowned out the lone figure holding a microphone stand. The figure raised its hands, then called out in a chant.

Here am I, mighty Umaxses, speaker of power to the forgotten!
Here am I, and where I am come, there can be no other.

No army, no army
Will stand against us
No army, no army
Will take us alive!


Drums hammered and the crowd went wild, chanting along as the song rose in electronic form from speakers a dozen feet tall.

No master, no master
Shall hold our keys
No monster, no monster
Shall darken our souls

We are alive and no army can take us
We are the war, no warrior alive!
We are the sound of people victorious
We are the sound of sacred life!

The plants bow to us
They give us our dreams
The animals cry out
They give us their speech

The winds swirl wildly
They carry our warcry
The earth she trembles
For we cry out peace!


The singer jumped, and a timed explosion of smoke and fire releases a squad of dancers onto the stage with it. They swung and twisted, some drumming the air and some leaping with power. Lines of light on their bodies flickered and glowed, like the lines of spirit made visible in rainbow colors.

No army, no army
Can take us alive
No army, no army
Can take away truth
No army, no army
Can kill this power
No army, no army
Can end our souls!

No master alive
Can destroy the people
No monster that comes
Will finish the war.


The music pounded louder, surging, then faded slowly.

No army, no army
Will stand against us
For we are the mighty
And peace is our life!


The last line, "Peace is our life" repeated as electronic echoes flickered it away.

Finally the singer spoke.

"Peace everybody! Welcome! This is the ninth annual Voices of Power music festival. I'm Umaxses the Mighty, these are my friends. We all have music for you, and I know some of you've been invited to share your own.

"Bathrooms are where you expect 'em, the lines are long, careful the concessions. Safety is worth the effort! Now! Remember, the only truth is that Peace Conquers and Love Wins! With that in mind, let's hear another song."

The crowd cheered, and Umaxses stepped back while another jumped forward to take the mic. The speakers throbbed with new music, a folk tune this time, remixed into modern electronica. The new singer began to chant as well, and the crowd chanted back. Behind the song, cries of "We love you" were heard.

Umaxses joined the dancers and took joy in the dance.
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This is another poem featuring T'ema, the unicorn-woman walking a superheroic Earth (maybe Terramagne from [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's Polychrome Heroics, but maybe not; I'm borrowing a bit of terminology anyway). EDIT - Ysabet has approved this as set in Terramagne.

I'm going to preface this with three warnings:

First, this is yet another seat-of-my-pants poem. Its quality may not be top notch, but it's something I have to get out. Also, lots of unrhymed lines with ragged meter; I'm just using the form to tell a story that won't come out in prose.

Second, this poem deals with torture (not shown) and some of its outcomes (visibly shown). Be mindful of your mindspace when reading it. One character is traumatized and homeless, which roughens a person over time (also T'ema has been living as a homeless woman as seen in previous poems). There is also a bit of strong language.

Third, this thing is really long. There may even be a second part to it. I don't know!

--

Beyond All Terror

T'ema was standing in line at the day shelter
Waiting for her tray of lunch.
In burst one of the regulars,
His energy vibrating like plutonium
Ready to burst into particles.
She kept her senses open.

When it happened, the trigger
Was as small as a dropped cigarette.
The man was screaming in a moment
And had to be held by friends
So his wild swings didn't break a jaw
Or his own hand.

T'ema quietly hummed a lullaby,
Directing the peaceful, loving power
Into a calming aura.
A minute later, the man had sagged
Into a sobbing mess,
Head in his arms.

Read more... )
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We stand at the door to justice;
The bailiff ushers us in, one by one.
"You, and you," he says,
"You see the judge."
Others are pushed back to make room.
I look over my shoulder to see them,
Witness their faces and their causes.
The bailiff points to me.
"You're next," he says, and I wonder
If there is malice in his tone,
Or if it is reserved only for those denied.
When I pull back, the rest surge forward.
The bailiff pulls me in and closes the door.
When I take my seat, he opens it again.

Who am I to judge them?
My skin is not theirs, or is it?
My heart is not theirs, or is it?
I have lived in their place sometimes.
I have seen these stories, fought these fights.

"All rise," comes the call.
We stand together for the judge.

We sit together, facing each other.
There is no accused, only truth.

This is the house of Justice.
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(T'ema is back. Just a slice of life, inspired by a prompt in the January 2015 Crowdfunding Creative Jam, from [personal profile] alexseanchai: "Dreaming is free". Obviously this is a bit more of a free-form inspiration than direct interpretation.)

T'ema Huollo sat on the city bus,
Watching her fellow riders
One rainy winter day
After the holiday season,
When depression became more obvious.

A woman was sneezing
"Hard enough to break her nose"
As T'ema's people might say
And a man sneered at her, but
Said nothing as she blew her nose.

A family with two children
Clambered on board, multicolored children
Swarming the middle seat-rows while
The adults gamely shepherded.
This woman was pregnant.

Read more... )
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O light! Revealing
In thy glare my crime:
My passion spilt out
Upon my charges many,
My heart torn and broken
Thru tearing theirs to nothings!
My crime, the suffering turned out
The pain made others'
No deed undone but it be
Done to they deserving
Or not.

And O light! Revealing
Only the empty space
Where love had sat within.

I sat and saw only a few remain'd:
The loyal, the brave,
Those aimed to conquer.

And those forgiving.

It is always by forgiveness
That we unconquered
Must be undone.

Then only is the doing
Worth the cost.
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When I marched with the First
They told me I was good
They said I'd win the war
They preached the bullet sermon

"Every bullet is another death
For the enemy all around us
And life for you and your own"
It went

But when I was shot and
Could not be rebuilt
They dumped my body cold
As garbage in a hole

I remembered then
How sharp the knife
A bullet makes,
How awful the wound

How deep the cancer
That bullets must cure it
That men must die
To feed its end

By killing ourselves
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(Inspired by an excerpt from the latest [personal profile] jimhines novel, "The Prosekiller Chronicles: Rise of the Spider Goddess", found in this guest post at John Scalzi's blog. Bad poetry or not, I managed to write something today.)

When our story's hero burst into the room,
All he saw was a fireplace burning merrily
And a man sitting casually on the nearby floor,
Honing his knife.

"Ho! Blackguard! What do you here,"
Demanded the young boy.
"I'm sharpening my knife, son,"
Came the reply.
"Sit down and learn a little."

The hero considered.
He had a little sword, but not much else,
And a sword was simply a very large knife.
Why not learn how to care for it?
He sat, and leaned close to hear.

The man grasped his knife by the blade,
Handed it over, and said,
"See the edge, how bright it is
When you look right across it?
You can see the nicks."

Our hero looked carefully.
He didn't see much, but in the firelight
He noticed there was a dull spot
In the bright line of metal.
"Yeah," he said.

"Give it back, and I'll show you
How to fix that."
The knife was returned to its master,
Who ran a dry stone down the body
Several times.

"Now to clean this mark,
You need to work the stone--"
And then the door banged again,
Admitting another would-be hero,
Causing the man to sigh.

Casually, he stood up, threw his knife,
Then looked down at the hero.
"That's how you ruin a good blade, boy."
The boy looked at the victim,
Who stared blankly forward, gurgling.

"That went right in his throat! He's dead!"

"Soon dead, yes. That shield -- he's of the rebellion,
One of those who insist
On sitting unlawful kings on
Our kind Queen's throne
And taxing us all to death."

The man retrieved his blade.
"You have to fetch the guard!"
Exclaimed the boy.

"No, son. If they're this deep in the manor,
We're all in trouble. Now run, boy,
Tell your mother to get her shield and axe.
We'll beat them off yet!"

The man's son ran to save the day,
Waving his wooden blade.
The man wiped off his knife
And ran to get his sword.
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I the thunder,
I the spark,
I the light,
I the mote,
I the channel,
I the whisper,
I the touch,
I the focus,
I THE POWER,

I ignite thee, CREATOR.
THOU ART CALLED.
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Sometimes the songs we sing are bright,
Loud and free and full of light
Sometimes the songs we sing are soft,
Sweet and kind, hearts held aloft
But sometimes songs are very sad,
Expressing things we think are bad
Or telling truth we cannot say

We sing this song together now
To let us know and show us how
'Cause it's okay to feel this way
To remember and to say
That we are sad and want to cry
Or want to hide from open sky
And make the bad stuff go away

Fam'ly and friends, our kith and kin
We gather 'round and call them in
To sing the songs we used to know
And send them where we cannot go
So when we follow too someday
We'll know that love has come this way
And it will be okay

(Written Oct 26, 2014 for Samhain, in memory of Jim Henson, creator of the Muppets and the original puppeteer, voice and singer for Kermit the Frog. I imagine Kermit singing this song in Jim's kind voice, letting us know he's with us even now.)
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(Written by the seat of my pants, with minimal editing. Let's see if I can finish this, or only get partway into it. Inspired by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's poem "Simple as a Glass of Chocolate" and the comments below it, as well as recent personal events.)

T'e-ma Huollo was a creature of another world,
Walking ethereally through ours. Her heart
Echoed with the songs of ages, her mind
Was filled with thoughts of wisdom
Fully distilled.

She looked like beauty itself,
Youth and age and form mixed all together
As in the reflection one sees
In the divination well.

Upon her brow was a horn,
Curved, with a slight twist.
Her hands and feet were like no
Living creature on Earth, formed
With horn upon the ends, but not hooves.
Fingers and toes bent delicately
To grasp their respective tasks.

And when she spoke, it felt like
The songs of the Universe
Echoed around the listener,
Leaving impressions of emotion
That colored her words.

But this is not what made her so alien.

It was simply that the world she walked
Did not know her, did not know itself
In her presence, for her power
Was alien spirit made flesh.

Read more... )
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O Earth: Quail not
At the storm before thee
Nor the task beyond thee
Nor the terror behind thee
Nor the depths beneath thee.

Stand fast, make firm your resolve;
See again the star
By which you steer!

Hope is its name.

For what end dost thou sail?
Sail on, then! Sail on!
Sail calm upon the thrashing water:
Light as breath, fast as sight
Steady as considered truth.

Quail not,
Only go with wisdom,
Love bearing your tread
Upon the broken sea.

The star thou seekest awaits.
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A wing's broad arc
Cannot hide truth, but
Only try to shield it

The rain still falls
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