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What He Means to MeWhat He Means to Me
An Ode to my Beloved
Dictated by Puabi
"In the Name of Love"
What does my lover mean to me?
He means, to me, heaven and earth.
It seems that his kindness has no limits;
His soul has a noble birth,
A value beyond all worldly worth.
He keeps his body strong, to defend me.
His keeps his big heart filled with warm love.
His embrace feels to me, when I am in it,
Like a gigantic and protecting glove.
Oh! I am thrilled to stay beside him.
I am certain all heaven hears my song.
Certainly that alone will prove
That loving him cannot be wrong.
For his love has shown me that I am right
When we lie together every night.
Dark Side of Christmas: The DiscoveryThe Dark Side of Christmas
Everyone [claims to] know that Saint Nicholas resides in the North Pole. He has a team of elves who manufacture the toys that he gives away to good children on Christmas Eve. But who can say that they know the fate of naughty children? Oh, we warn children that they must be good or they cannot receive what they want on Christmas Eve. Nobody ever tells them that “if they are naughty, they will get what they don’t want” or worse.
It happened on one very foggy night in December; some days before Saint Nicholas was due to leave the North Pole, that the toy factory discovered that the raw materials were almost gone. So a small team of three elves headed out to search for materials. They spread out to scan the area and after a few hours, they assembled. One reported finding something like a hatch and he led the team to the spot. There it was. A large hatch of Elmwood. They worked together, struggling to lift it and, after an ho
Miles Away Verse 4Miles Away Verse 4
In the Name of Love
“Beloved! Please come and enjoy with Puabi.”
Physically remote from all their hullabaloo,
Cocooned in the serenity of my room,
There is naught for my mind to dwell upon,
And memories fade to oblivion
Resting my head upon her thighs,
I feel the touch of her hands.
Alas! What I know and feel,
Who will really know?
Time alone will reveal
How long remains before I go.
I have only here and now,
No day except today.
All will dissolve into the night,
When I shall be miles away.
Rave New WorldRave New World
From Huxley's novel, "Brave New World"
In the style of Tagorean* verse
I often wonder what world this is, that I have come to. The third world, maybe? All the
Vestiges of underdevelopment, vividly lying before our eyes. And what a sight to see.
Garbage and leftover food on the streets, much of it at the bases of waste baskets.
There are coffee shops and cafes here and there, but some are in the strangest places__
Auto repairs, petrol pumps, taxi stands...
Every where where the simpler commoner soul can reach, but sadly,
It lies out of reach of us high-borns.
I sit in one for only a second or two, and they wander in [mayhap from a gutter
At the crossroad?] and rave. Over all and sundry, but nothing worth a penny.
What world is this, at last. I think I know it now.
It is a Rave new world.
Table for Two -Part 3Table for Two, Part 3
"In the Name of Love" edition
"Stop! In the name of Love,
Before you make me deaf..!"
It seems, that no matter where we go,
To sit alone and listen to sweet words,
Some simple, common, cheap life walks in,
And all we say goes unheard.
Perhaps Love is just an entry in their dictionary;
It hardly seems to rise after they marry.
Well! It cannot be found in the mouth,
If it is not deep in the heart,
What a shame that France and Britain gave this land up.
They might have taught that Love is an art.
We will have to wait or go else where.
Common, cheap, simple souls never seem to care.
Love Potion No.999Love Potion No. 999
In the remotest corner of a wood
In a cottage made of pine
A woman of rare beauty* stood
Busy with tasks whether for evil or for good
After all, 't was her design
She was not a very tall person
She stood only 4 feet 9
Before her stood a cauldron of iron
Into which she sprinkled many things
Flower petals, aspen twigs,
Fragrant tidbits, pieces of figs,
Most of all, butterfly wings
Then she stood and blended them
Until she was certain it would be fine
"Ahhhh, it will be ready soon,
My love potion 999!"
Then she hurried off to find her lover
We all know what was in her mind
"Beloved! Try this for me, please!"
Sleeping BeautySleeping Beauty
[Puabi Edition for "In the Name of Love"]
Nobody knows exactly
Who or what had made her sleep
Not for 100 years
Not for 200 years
Not for 500 years
Her petite, graceful figure lay in slumber
Awaiting the kiss of her true lover
To awaken her to life again
So she passed the ages
Neither seeing nor hearing, nor knowing
Until one day
Her true lover arrived
He leaned over her bed gently
He kissed her lips softly
He embraced her tenderly
Her eye lids fluttered
Her eyes opened
She saw him standing
Dinner at HomeDinner at Home
In the Name of Love
These days wandering makes me weary
There are not so many places I want to go
I would rather stay at home
To reward my sweetheart for her patience
Her tender heart would want it so
She never begs me
Nay, she never needs to beg
My outdoor life makes me return
To stay long.
Her tender sighs
Her soft, sweet eyes
Tell me more than her voice alone
So from now on,
It is dinner with wine
The World's Best MedicineThe World's Best Medicine
Dictated by Puabi
Reprise to Why Men Must Come Home
He will go out the door each day
I simply sit back and wait
I need not to beg him to return
I know he must and will
He meets many things in his life
That will make him tired and sad
Life has many lessons to be learned
So when his heart is filled
He comes through that door again
To lie beside me and forget
Our love will cure all cares and pains
It is the world's finest pill.
Just For YouJust for you,
A poisoned rose.
Breathe it in,
The fatal fragrance.
Just for you,
A poisoned apple.
Take a bite,
And fall down senseless.
Just for you,
A deadly needle.
Just one prick,
Just for you,
An enchanted dagger.
Take a stab,
A human no longer.
Just for you,
A golden shoe.
Slip it on,
And watch it bleed.
Just for you,
A crimson hood.
Put it on,
And get devoured.
Just for you,
A golden key.
Use it once,
Your fate is sealed.
Soon You Will Have Peace Forever
People live to be alive.
The dead die because they leave.
Not because they should go now,
But because they want it so.
Life was beautiful, like the sea,
Yet hatred repressed it very much again.
With mighty wings comes the angel,
Explains life’s mistakes and lacks
Until you stop confronting the life
And you want only your peace.
He leads you away with Black Guard,
Away in your huge coffin,
Takes you to the realm of the dead,
Your body, your soul and your mind.
You have called for him and now he is here,
The angel of death as your courier.
Spares you your grief and your pain
And let you brag of your future.
The past – the life – already forgotten,
You have to compete with the death now.
Now, you stand there in the dark of the night,
Christmas snowflakes dancing around you.
“Did I want to die?” – “Why am I here?”
I can tell you, life was hard.
Slowly you become tired and you get very weak.
Now, you are not awake any longer.
Finally, it is th
Demon-Queen of Blackened FireShe came in a flash of fire and rage
Black-clothed, horns curling upwards,
White skin, red eyes, metal cage over her face.
Everything burned, even the Goddess,
The tall tree at the edge of the ocean.
Children wander now, lost and alone.
Adults with haggard faces cling
To relics of the past they can’t let go.
Teapots, baby shoes, glass bottles,
Memories of green and buildings and swans.
Now the sun bronzes bare rock
Ground littered with new growth and pebbles.
Humanity survived, hiding in sanctuaries.
Fields of cotton, a windmill, women in
Bulky coats or slinky dresses wander.
It took the final power of the Tree Goddess,
Hidden in pyramids only the powerful could see,
To vanquish the demon of blackened fire
Who hid in abandoned offices, ruined schools,
And old, dusty homes no one lives in anymore.
There’s hope now, children and women laughing
Making homes in green-painted buildings
Where no one had considered living.
The swans flew back, the earth bloomed slowly
And new life
Doctor PouliDoctor Pouli
The Doctor stands, suited in his garments black,
Staring, watching, as the bodies stack.
The bell tower chimes, a Sunfall dies,
The river breaks and carries demise.
The bird beak protects us from the hollow grave,
Keeps out the disease that wishes to stay.
The rain is falling upon the shallow holes,
The wretched lives the Queen has stol’n.
Dark master, keep the birds at bay,
Within the gutter where the children lay.
The roofs are slick and wet with blood,
Of those who speak of the morning Sun.
Fair Doctor, heavy boots upon the ground,
Twist your head, and mark your sounds,
Keep the bells ringing all around,
The chime echoes the Heart that pounds.
The eyes watch and the Queen receives,
Her tower of coal and empty thieves.
Her children, Sickness, Pain, and Death,
Sing merry songs with toxic breath.
A festival made of sugary tears,
Iron flows like dreamer’s fears.
Leave the Rosemary by the tower door,
Remember her even as you go to war.
SustainBare your bleeding heart to the world baby
With dripping veins of violet poison
Love, I promise I will tear you apart
Teeth gnashing and shredding transparent skin
Such stunning eyes of heartbreak red
They shimmer and glow under pale moonlight
Do you wish that you were dead instead
As toxic thorns stab at your lungs
Heave your splintered ribs in your chest cavity
Feel them shift into your shattered glass soul
Tell me you taste death on my tongue
Because darling I'm ending the charades tonight
I can hear the hope in your thoughts as it spirals
Cracked fingernails reaching out to clutch it close
Manipulation, fall victim to the sound of this song
Dance with your head on the ground sweetheart
The fact you've endured me so long is unnerving.
Her SilenceHer silence is perfection, golden and wondrous
She used to be such an irritating little chatterbox
But all of that ended when fate brought her to me
I kneel before her, my hands resting on her knees
And, as she always does, she pulls away
Her big, dark eyes sparkling with tears
She's been crying so often lately...
I'm sick of seeing her constantly in tears
I think I'll take her eyes next
Love and CupcakesCupcakes are perfect.
More orderly than cake.
No one complains that they
Didn't get the big piece
When it's all nicely compacted
In a tiny paper cup.
So artful and
Sweet, perfect for friendship or
So of course it was perfect
If not more than he deserved
For him to die
With the cupcake on his breath.
He was just like many
In the news after years
The face of abuse
Dragging them along like
Helpless rag dolls.
Their faces were sunken their
Bruises showed and
Everyone noticed but
No one asked.
He smiled ordinarily as
He ordered from me while
They in their fear hid
Behind his massive shadow.
Why one like him was
Questionable but I did notice
That he ordered
One chance to change it all.
I smiled very wide and
Said that I'd be back.
And as I retrieved his order I
Chose a cupcake
And spare ingredient.
I handed it to him and
He paid and huffed as though
I couldn't touch him.
The secret, of course, is love.
I watched as he c
JuneAll dead and gone like the spring flowers
Withered and crushed by June
A glass tear fell from my eyes and shattered on your cheek
Tearing a hole into your fragile skin
A maggot crawled out and fell onto my skirt
I kissed your parched lips
And tangled my shaking hands into your soft hair
Leaving an imprint in your skull
I rested my weary head on your chest
And heard nothing in the hollow cage called your heart
My fingernail snagged on your stomach
Spilling the rotting contents like desperate butterflies
So eager to get out, but drenched in the cold fluids
I wonder what your dreams would say
When they realize I couldn't carry you to the grave
Because you withered and collapsed before June.
Lines on Y'ha-NthleiLines
Far below the ocean's surface,
At the ocean's floor,
In a vast and uncharted region,
Where divers have never gone before;
Where the fish and sea animals shun;
Where the submarines do not wander;
There lies an antiquated city
Of awe and wonder.
In the corridors of that dark city,
Unseen and unheard by men,
The inhabitants sing praises
To Father Dagon and his mate;
Occasionally, they may come ashore.
Sources in the town of Innsmouth
Claim to have seen them then,
In the far corners of the town,
To establish an Order of devotion
And their reign on the world_
Alas! for-ever more.
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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