Poetry

My Cage

Locked in a prison with no file,
An agoraphobic exile
Misplaced in a world that’s a stage.
I rattle the bars of my cage.

A leper locked away alone,
Becoming feral on my own.
With tears of frustration and rage,
I rattle the bars of my cage.

I write to reclaim sanity,
What’s left of it inside of me.
Words scream silent upon the page.
I rattle the bars of my cage.

 

 

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Waterbender, part 2

This epic begins with Waterbender, part 1. I encourage you to read that first if you have not already.

His progress was slow but
He was not crestfallen.
He labored, persevered,
Hard work did not stall him.
He would never have dreamt
To ask more of the moon,
Had it not been for
A destructive typhoon.
The cyclone struck
With all of its might,
Leaving carnage and fires
That lit up the night.
His village in flames,
He escaped to the bay,
But he was not strong enough
To keep the inferno away.
He watched helpless,
The forest was consumed.
He had to do something or
They were all doomed.
His voice pierced the darkness,
His tone do-or-die,
“Great Mentor please help,
You are stronger than I!”
The moon responded
To his desperate plea,
“The time has come,
Listen closely to me.
You are the hero
That your people need.
You have shown great honor,
Shunned excess and greed.
The incantation I utter
That shall now be cast,
Charges you with alone
With responsibility so vast…
I, Moon, agent of Mother Nature,
Powerful orb of the night,
Celestial body and
Earth’s sole satellite,
Recognize you, Brandon,
To be the Cosmos’ son.
You’re a bender of fluids,
Your planet’s Chosen One.
I bestow upon you
Capacity without limit
To protect your world,
And all that live in it.
For let it be known,
I bequeath upon thee,
The gift of the righteous
And control of the sea.
He felt it immediately,
Vim coursed through his veins.
Finally his powers
Had broken their chains.
He lifted his hands
A mammoth wall gave rise,
This one so tall
Water stretched to the skies.
So diligently he had
Perfected his technique,
He feared not this potency,
He need not be meek.
With immense confidence
He doused the great blaze,
Reducing an inferno
To a mere smoky haze.
The villagers rejoiced.
A champion was born.
His gallant tale was spread
Before darkness became morn.

 

This poem & its character have spawned a new hero universe. New paladins are in the works, plus stories begin to intertwine as the waterbender meets the weather controller soon. Please check back as the saga continues and let me know what you think!

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You Left Me

You left me to endure alone,
The only love I’d ever known.
You enticed me, pulled me astray,
Tore out my soul, left it to fray.
I am withering on my own.

There is no fire and no brimstone.
There’s just a world of monotone.
Void of color, my skies are gray.
…You left me…

Adrift within the great unknown,
My senses deadened to the bone.
You are a thief; I was your prey.
You stole my heart and went away,
A bandit with a core of stone.
…You left me…

 

 

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Only Love

Blissfully unaware that the
World has gone mad.
Within their tranquil realm,
There is only love.

Footsteps

Follow not where
Others have led.
On the road to greatness
There is no
Shortcut. No new
Truths will be
Exposed by tracing the
Path of another.
Seek your own legacy.

 

 

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