Chittering Rumors

Skitter, skitter
Little Ratatosk.
Spread the tongue of the Root Chewer
Across the World Tree’s branches
To the eagle on its perch.
Stop not to heed Hunin and Munin
As their word is but Odin’s to hear.

Touchpad begins to touch us,
As lines of text illuminate
Not just our faces,
But our minds.
When a screen makes you
Smile
Laugh
Cry
And for those of us weak hearted enough to hope,
Love…
They are no longer tappings on a keyboard,
They are what boldly define us.
Not as an individual
But as a race.
A race of dreamers,
Crafting circuits and diodes
Into our own hopes and aspirations
Made, if not quite real,
Tangible.

Real Monsters Smile Sweetly

Some secret writhing creature
Far beneath the sea
Sliding ‘cross the sand
As your skin touches me
Perhaps your claws are sharper
Perhaps my bite more firm
Though the serpent slithers
It was we who bit and learned
The Kraken’s kiss more soft
The Medusa’s gaze more kind
Devil’s glance less alluring
To your meek and simple mind.

Neptune’s Remorse

Not high enough to touch her
But she’s always moving me
Push and pull in the rising sea
I feel the rivers rushing
But I also feel it’s not to be

So at night, when dolphins play
And frigates fight
I swing my waves at young sailor men
and show Poseidon’s might

With the fury of a tribal god
Krakens whip, and sharks do gnaw
Waves drag children into the gasping maw

So fear the foaming, frothing tide
Because even as my strength so broad
My girth do wide
Never shall I have my bride

Shimmer brightly down
She does shine
Dancing reflections amongst the brine

And sad I am as she does fall
Listen careful, you will hear my killer’s call

As the sun does shine again
And so do I thrash and throw
Little men across the bow and blow
Tearing sails and sinking slow

So fear my wrath
Fear my tides
As even as my strength so broad
My girth so wide
Never shall I have my bride
Shimmer softly in my mind
For never shall I have you by my side.

Modern Demonologist

So you say you have a spirit
Deep inside your head
I’ll mix up an elixir
And send you right to bed

You say it isn’t helping
All these things that I have done
So hand me that there scalpel,
And let’s have a little fun.

Take my modern medicine
A pill, a patch, a shock,
I guess I’ve done all I can,
So last of all, let’s sit down and talk.

Girl, you seem a bit overweight,
Sir the hair a bit thin,
Well I’ll put you under the knife
So you can both grow it back again.

I’ll drill a hole in your head,
And let all the demons in,
So watch this here commercial,
And let therapy begin.

In the last year, I have come through a few major revelations about myself. I used to be always so conflicted, so torn between things. There always seemed to be this eternal tug of war between the 'light' and 'dark' as I used to call them. I felt like I had to personify them so I could more easily deal with them as concepts. I always felt like I was walking a very thin line between some kind of universal morality and some universal evil. I would always try to err on the side of the 'light'.

It felt like I was in this seat, trying to command my actions, and all around me were these temptations, peering in at me from behind a glass wall. There was this dark figure just tapping on the glass, trying to get in. I felt so cold and alone on the inside of that little glass box, so lost and confused. I thought that the unstable state of mind I was in, trying to force myself into these constraints that affected who I was and how I acted, was the right thing to do. I felt like I was always just on the brink of going crazy.

But then I learned something. I thought that the dark voice was a demon trying to influence me, but actually... it was just me. It was the REAL me, telling me what I wanted, who I WAS. I had the vision reversed. The man on the inside of the box was this poor, disfigured thing, a perversion of my true self. It was the real me looking in and judging from the unknown, tapping of the fringes of my mind, trying to get my conscious to listen.

It was the way I really am, and not in a twisted or distorted way either. I embraced my own evils, I drank the poison I had poured into my own glass, and I killed that thing that was behind these eyes. I let that disfigured fool crumble up and dissolve as I took control of myself. I saw the world in new eyes, clean of the lies and fallacies I had forced myself to believe. There is no darkness, no light. There is only the self, pure and untainted with the tinted lenses of contradiction and confusion.

People have said I have become 'worse' over this last year. Less caring, more aggressive. But what's really happening is that I don't lie to myself about whom and what I do and do not like, about how the way I am! I may steal, I may cheat and lie, but I hold the values of family and friends just as dear. I still love, but I can now hate. I have become so much more alive, so much happier after I just accepted who I am.

I may not be a good person, but I am happy, and I am myself.