Nothing But ThisBeyond all sights the world could show,Nothing But This1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Above the things that money could own,
Out of the reach that power could grant,
Amongst every challenge in which knowledge can tramp,
Past the time a clock could tick,
Away from the grave mortality gives,
Without precious attention only fame beholds,
Despite all the things that I betrothe,
Far from these is the love that I miss,
Within my wants I dream of nothing but this.
A Minor InconvenienceThe vast red and blue surface of the BetaXenos homeworld hung paralyzed in miniature in the live feed camera view on the bridge of the Milky Way Battlegroup's flagship THE LIBERATOR. Grand Admiral William Johnson, a well built and stately man of about eighty and hero of the Xenos War, looked on with satisfaction as the vast swarm of human ships maneuvered into position around the enemy world. Putting an entire planet under siege was tricky business, and at the beginning of the campaign the fleet had been quite dreadful at it. Despite the decades of research and theorizing on the matter that had been done during the Terran/Martian Cold War, when they had actually tried to execute those initial attacks they found theories and research to be grossly inadequate. Simple agricultural words (and even colonized moons!) had taken them MONTHS to capture. The fleet bad been unable to quickly take positions around the planet and eveA Minor Inconvenience8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Snow Warfare DreamsSnow Warfare Dreams.Snow Warfare Dreams7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tiny white unique soldiers floating down from Heaven's gates.
Each and every with it's own path, tempting the fates.
Bundled up and warm, I gaze upward.
Watching and contemplating my next move against the on coming horde.
Daydreaming of hot chocolate, and a little vibrating ball of fur sitting contently on my lap.
His golden eyes shut, deep in a nap.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, the white warriors have fallen to my size eight and a half vehicles of mass destruction.
Soon I will be home to make my daydream a true life vision.
Glorious TlazolteotlGlorious TlazolteotlGlorious Tlazolteotl4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Glorious, glorious Tlazolteotl,
Your gem-covered hide, both cephalic and caudal,
Reveals the contagion pulsating within you,
A glowing green phage you will spread and continue.
To glory, to glory the blesséd Plaguemother,
Your dedicated calling before any other,
You loudly proclaim without hesitation
Her Love for the world, the Plague for All Nations.
And never shall you rest, unless you are tired,
Until her Holy Plague has infected each shire.
And then you'll rejoice, with pride and celebration,
And hopefully, too, learn the art of procreation.
(© 2013 Cassander)
(Tlazolteotl © NeoGeen)
John at 3:16Dear Jesus Christ,John at 3:161 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I went to bed at 3:16 last night and started thinking about JohnJohn who pissed away every paycheck he ever made and only fucked virgins, John who beat up a woman's husband and spent a Christmas in jail, John who shot himself on the front porch of his mother's house. I don't think anyone shed a tear except her. I heard she shed many tears as she cleaned up the mess.
I thought about when I first met him. It was at church. He and I were both eight. He sat next to me and we stared at that stained glass image of you in your white robe with your outstretched, loving arms, and he leaned into me and asked, "Do you believe in Jesus?"
"Of course," I said. "Don't you?"
He didn't answer. But it was Communion that day and he ate your body and drank your blood just like everyone else, and I thought he had to believe in you because you were inside of him.
I asked him once, Jesus Christ, I asked him if he believed in you and he said, "I want to. But everyone says I have
GermanI told Johann that German was a disgusting languageGerman8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
full of grunts and hairballs and
harsh hateful aryan marches
and anger and terror
and words that got caught in the back of your mouth
like old toosie rolls and crunchy peanut butter
And he spoke to me in German
of an intimate and romantic language
of patent engineers huddled over brilliant inventions
of piano tuners listening intently
tenderly coaxing strings little by little
of musicians that transcribed the beauty and simplicity of little stone chapels
he spoke German
like it was a mysteriously lovely poem
with fierce pride and protection in his voice
he spoke German
and his eyes softened with affection for his nation
he spoke German
and it was quiet
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