Archive for December, 2013

A Fable for Thought.

Posted in Justice, On the Gods on December 17, 2013 by Tyrienne

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…An old man came over from Scandinavia with his brother to seek his family in America.  Having no car, he walked from city to city, his face partially obscured with a wide-brimmed hat- and his brother became tan and dark in the Southern sun.  Two hounds at their feet as they traveled, up and down the Appalachian trail, through major cities, and through the smallest towns- looking for anybody who shared their blood.

On a particularly cold night, the travelers came upon a house in the woods. At this point he had walked long, his shoes had holes and his beard was unkempt- the hounds were thin with hunger, and his brother was dark like the wick of a candle with hair bright as flame.

The old man knocked, and a man and woman answered, the woman wore a hammer around her neck and the man was covered in tattoos of old stories the man himself liked to tell.

In accented English he spoke: “Greetings, my friends- the cold is growing bitter and my brother and I were looking for a place to spend the evening.  We have traveled a very long way and are incredibly tired- will you allow us in?”

The man sneered at the old man’s brother- “Not with a fucking NIGGER with you, we won’t- How do you travel with someone you can’t trust not to steal from you?”

“I do not know this term “Nigger”-  I can assure you this man is my sworn brother! As for potential theft, as you can see I have nothing worth stealing….and if I did, I would gladly share all I had with my brother equally without being asked.”

The dark man spoke: “Are you wearing a hammer around your neck, lady?”

The woman replied proudly “Why yes, I am! It’s a symbol of my faith and the traditions of my ancestors!”

The dark man replied “Well then!  I suppose you should know that without me, that symbol would not exist.”

The woman twisted the hammer in her hands uncertainly and said “If that is true, I was taught not to trust you- you are evil and cruel, and will be the downfall of everything and of our people.”

“Is that what you have been taught and have been teaching your children?” asked the old man…

Both the man and woman assented.

The old man looked to his brother and said, “It seems our trip to America has been wasted,  we have come looking for our family and we have found no one….for this has happened in every home we have visited.”

With that, the old man bowed low and removed his hat- two ravens flew from beneath: and it could be seen, now, that the old man had only one eye…. one of the hounds howled revealing sharp teeth.

As the couple stared as the old man, the wolves, and his brother walked away never to return.

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I Can give you Everything…

Posted in About me on December 17, 2013 by Tyrienne

You followed Me…and death stalked you
like a panther in the shadows she followed
each footstep- letting you grow in her terror
Her growls echoed in your ears only
to hear her hunger, her desire
for your demise

You followed me, and she loved you
as best as she was able
through foolish words in many tongues
she told you her secrets
and showed you her world
that was hidden behind ties
and fallen half-faces

You followed me and you traveled
Alone to distant cities
with nothing but your camera
And your personal gravity
weighing down to Earth
touching paintings of saints
and finding other Gods in the stars

You followed me, and I showed you the world
I gave you love, and I gave you roses
red like fire, flaming crimson and gold
I put my arm around you, and called you my own
and gave you all I could give you
Home, safety, a life, and love

But naked and alone in the dark
I see you writing-
pain and struggle your constant companions
like two ravens on each shoulder
screaming like banshee, or like regret

I hear you calling me, and I try to reply
But I have nothing more to say
Nothing more to give
and no more prayers that I can answer

I can say I am Sorry
I harm all I love
break all that I touch
Alienation is my copilot

But, follow Me, and I will listen
I can turn your doubts into silver
and hair into gold
I can win the heart of a Den mother
and charm virgins into passions

Follow me- the road is hard
and the mind is weary
but in the end, I will
catch you. In the end
I will save you; in the end
all will be well and better
than it ever was.