Month: October 2014

Baan the Deathlord

Slayer of men, Baan the Deathlord,
Most fearsome of the dragon horde.
The harbinger of violence,
He’s a killer of innocence.

For thousands of years he has soared,
Slayer of men, Baan the Deathlord,
Plucking infants from mother’s arms
With no remorse for those he harms.

Few who behold him live to tell
The story of their brush with hell.
Slayer of men, Baan the Deathlord,
He’s immune to a mortal’s sword.

In charred rubble he leaves behind
The ruination of mankind.
A wrathful beast to be abhorred,
Slayer of men, Baan the Deathlord.

~Baan the Deathlord will make his return. Watch for upcoming posts in the “Mayhem Universe” category. Our superheroes will be joining forces soon. Their combined powers will draw attention and ire from Baan.

Photo Subject: Spike-Backed River Dragon by Arend Smith, a magnificent ArtPrize 2014 entry. Mayhem Universe’s Baan is a red dragon, so I sullied Mr. Smith’s masterpiece with a bit of photo editing. Here is his stunning creation in its intended color.

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Exposed

The pic attached to this post was taken last October (Breast Cancer Awareness month) in response to a friend’s “Go Braless Day” photo challenge. I’m also getting kicked around by rejection after rejection, which is the topic of the poem. Those things considered, I couldn’t find a more perfect Throwback Thursday reblog.

Carrie Mayhem

My soul is on display
All the world’s a critic,
Subject to their judgment
Vicious and sadistic.

Navigating within this dream
Vulnerable and naked,
Put before prying eyes
Only to be degraded.

Shackled by the fully veiled
The ridicule they impose,
If I could, I’d run away
And put back on my clothes.

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If Only I Could Fly

If only I could fly,
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t see.
The world couldn’t pass me by,
It’d barely keep up with me.

There’s nothing that I wouldn’t see.
I’d soar around the planet.
It’d barely keep up with me,
I would pilot lands that span it.

I’d soar around the planet.
I would rocket to the moon.
I would pilot lands that span it,
Then I’d be gone too soon.

I would rocket to the moon,
Ascending toward the sun.
Then I’d be gone too soon
On to my next mission.

Ascending toward the sun
With my sights upon the stars.
On to my next mission,
Navigating quasars.

With my sights upon the stars,
The world couldn’t pass me by.
Navigating quasars,
If only I could fly.

After I thought I completed this poem, it occurred to me: if I add stanzas detailing each “stop”, it might make a decent children’s book. So, add that to the list of open projects. Finish this poem as a children’s book. Find someone to illustrate it.

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Fading

Fleeting
Recollection,
Your face fading away.
I remember your touch, your voice,
Your kiss…
But my memory betrays me
When I try to conjure
Any vision
Of you.

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Gigi’s Promise

I, Gigi, solemnly swear,
Limitless love, utmost care,
This promised pledge I affirm.
You’ll be spoiled, I can confirm.
I will keep you free from harm,
You will never know alarm.
…Rest easy, my little Love…

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