Poetry: Fantasy Fighter

Fantasy Fighter was something I came up with while listening to Pandora and some action music. I had just finished writing a paper from my Wizardry class on how Magick is applied in real life and took concepts from it to craft this paper. The poem is meant to reflect an author who write fantasy fiction and how an ordinary person can relate to the fantasy as a way of dealing with their own personal problems as reflected by characters. It Part I because Part II, III, and IV are in progress. I developed an alphabetical theme to it and wrote in rhythmic meter to vary the sentences while adding some methodical flow. The mood I wrote this in was very energetic… Afterall, two cups of Turkish coffee is bound to get the blood flowing. Nothing can really beat a good cup of coffee, good music, a good mood, and writing!

Fantasy Fighter Part I

Fantasies will always save us,
Fantasies will always be thus,
The Magic that carries us,
Through despair and stress.

Awaken the senses within,
Become the senses throughout,
Challenge the senses of sin,
Defeat the senses of doubt.

Fantasy fighters are forever might,
Moving through valleys of shadow and death,
Tallying enemies left and right,
Ripping apart conflicts of breath.

Evoke the senses chance,
Follow the senses power,
Gather the senses stance.
Harrow the senses tower.

Fantasies come and go,
Ne’er bother till you stow,
Your life without a blow.
From your hearts final show.

Poetry: Thy Hath Not a Title in Thou

Thy Hath not a Title in Thou was written by me in 10^th grade for a Shakespeare poetry class in which I ‘on the spot’ came up with the poem.  I came up with this and throughout the years have crafted it, though I edited a few spots, it was for the most part done. Its purpose is to invoke a sense of never giving up on oneself or the thing/person you love, and the time old saying of “to thine own self be true.” When I wrote this poem I was in a very focused mood and remember the day as if it was yesterday. The teacher gave us the assignment and within ten minutes I had it completed. She was so impressed by it she had me read it in front of the class. In fact, reflecting on that moment I would like to share that it is one of the primary inspirations for me wanting to become a writer in the first place. 

Thy Hath Not a Title in Thou

Alas tis true for thou art lonesome in this bitter world,
Yet to thee true self that thou art live,
Lonesome is but a swept moment dream,
Wither into my artless veins to which I live,
Oh cruel world why leave thou?
For where am I to stand in this bitter lonesome heap?
For that thou art so true,
Yet thy love burns strong within thou flesh!
Wilt I know not thy thought of love?
Or does thy thought I live within...
Murderous thoughts inside me thick skull,
That I ponder without my own satisfaction,
Will surely thou not know?
I only wish upon thy words,
To love and care for thee till me days end,
Oh cruel world fate it leaves me too,
Or does the light from the forbidden Ra gleam in me eyes,
The light from thine sun god must forbid me vision from thou love,
If tis true shall I fight?
Aye, thy fight is within thy self and to thyself I shall stand strong,
For to give in now is to be worsened by thy death,
Never more my love, never more will I cease to pain...
Promise this is to me,
That I shall never leave thou heart and stand true...

Poetry: El Poem De La La La

El Poem De La La La is a satire poem on language and how it is a connecting factor between worlds… Not to mention its importance on the human brain (which I did not get into). I wrote it in one sitting, did not edit anything because it came straight from my heart and felt it was a one-done piece. I was quite happy to write this piece because it was an outlet of my subtle anger that built up over the years for those who are close minded to understanding language as a bridge between worlds (literally).

El Poem De La La La

So many times I hear you complain,

Making the same mistakes over and over again,

About what I am saying it isn’t for shame,

But now here I am speaking for gain.

My language makes your mouth so sour,

Because I know so many words per hour,

That you hesitate to think straight coward,

So bring it on and let’s take this a step louder!

La La La, the poem I can speak,

La La La, c’est French to me but junk to you,

La La La, you dun say ‘Merika

La La La, I say Hysterical.

So take a step back and think,

Before your world dies out in a blink,

All you know and all you are,

Can’t possibly get you very far.

For with lack of respect,

For brothers all around the world,

Causes all this damn disrespect,

Will follow you to the underworld.

La La La, the words that I speak,

La La La, follow me and my path to l33t,

La La La, or get crushed by Russkii Rhythm

La La La, and feel the world as a cataclysm.

Open your mind my friend,

Seek that which has always been within,

Knowledge, language, love and compassion,

Has always been about the human nation.

Je ne sais pas the world is so round,

But entiendo that life is bound,

Za La La La en route,

So just let it all go and shout, shout, shout!