Scars
Like little ladders laid along the lengths of my arms.
Scars
My regrets incarnate
Permanent potrail of prepubescence adjustment; illustrations of a teen struggling with how she feels.
Scars perhaps made more lasting by their timing aligning with the surgery that would steal my right ovary instead of its purpose which was to heal an appendix gone bad that I then had to deal with, slowly bleeding inside of me until someone would diagnose it. That took 15 years it turned out.
I lament that my body must have been busy adjusting to that, rather than healing those wounds. So they sit forever, recent looking, as if they're new.
My body adapting to its lack of hormones as my brain was then tricked into thinking it was in menopause.
As if middle school wasnt cause enough for self destructive fauxpaws, I cut because it made sense of my pain.
My mental decline understandable but it was less permanent than the marks on my skin.
Nowadays I'm exteriorly judged within minutes of meeting me, the cuts cut me off from opportunity and make others uncomfortable while making me uncomfortable as a professional in the summertime because I’ll guaranteed be wearing long sleeves and ignoring the confused glances of all who pass me and those jokers who tease me.
Better than those when they notice my scars.
over a decade in my past but still a big part of how I'm viewed.
Regret doesn't cover it and thinking about it
Reminds me that I can't change what I've been through.
Actual Magic
Magic is a fruit of action
Magus in Latin born from
Maguš , the Older Persian root.
Yet magic at its core is woven deeper and is found pure within our interaction with the very world around us and our fraction of this whole sonorous existence.
Magic is the only thing that makes sense when we get things done.
To get back to its beginnings we have to plunge further back from the future of 4500 B.C and catch a glyph or riff of (PIE).
Proto-Indo-European that is!
Sounded from onomonosylabic roots indicative of actions needing to be depicted at the time this long gone lingo held within it a welding of letters forming the base of the now modern magic of man.
Maugh.
Maugh simply meant “to be able”.
And thusly it means to be capable.
Therefore magic is in all that we do.
It is all we can do and what’s more;
It is the backbone of potiential
And this world couldnt have more.
So I implore you to see the magic in you and this life.
see that magic is all we do getting recognized,
And for that there is no price,
only value.
Magic feeds life, and is free, so harness yours within and find what you’re
Able to be.
Way
i design flat bread
with love, compassion
what i hold within.
whenever sunrise of happiness
come along with it
while rolling the dough with rolling pin.
everytime make me feel
complete,
because i always try to think,
memorize good feelings, happenings of past
thoughts of goodness
even i am in distressed situation
while designing flat bread with rolling pin.
so that
real design of good vibes popup on designed
flat bread when someone will take that.
Dear Beloved
my beloved and me
both are maths professor
but what we do
teaches different level of education.
i in school and she is home tutor
but when i initiated for her new sail
come along with me and teach where ever you like.
she accepted that she can teach at more level high
with the rising tide.
what she found in her heart with firm determination
that she should teach at college level.
more higher then my own level
this is firm acceptance
from my side that my beloved is more
research oriented who can analyze the moving wind
and found out solution for that.
but with my strong support she decided to break the chain of timidness and fear
housed her.
she came out of closet formed by her own .
with my acceptance and her acceptance in varied form.
and my support turned the new path of her own progress
in naive form.
You
Ocean filled with blue water
currents like curves of your bodice.
Beautiful coral sea shells,
scattered on your ocean bed.
In whatever form i feel those must be laid,
that make me i own ocean the great.
As deep ocean vent up
a arrange coral reefs, sea shells
in new form .
While snorkeling deep down on you
make me filled with gratitude.
because that is almighty who created
you for me and me for you.
Versified adventures i register
as i dive in deep sea
amusements, feeling, emotions
i felt after thoughts now you
can read how much beautiful
experiences i had while exploring you.
Goodnight
Words begin to
Trickle, crumble and fade
like faint ghosts of the past
...bittersweet memories seem
to hold out the longest
as I ponder the choices I made
there are regrets and tears
for
there was laughter and pain
and choices that even now remain, unchosen,
as the courage to decide never appeared
Ah~
Such bittersweet memories...
swirling around my ever slowing mind,
like a thousand Sakura petals dancing in the middle of a raging twister
as I fall off to my final sleep
somewhere deep within regret lingers
for not having the courage to make a choice
~ but ah well I'm fading now
this is my final goodnight~
The Vigil
Lord Domic stood vigil over his fallen king, and watched silently all of the enemies surrounding him.
The priests, with their attempts at reviving the king with prayers and divine interventions.
The magi, with their spellworks and their conjurings.
The alchemists, with their potions and elixirs.
The artificers, with their damnable machines.
The docktors, with their strange medicines.
The prophets stood vigil too, to transcribe which group succeeded, if any did.
For the prophecy states that the one that shall restore the king to his former glory, will be the primary path the kingdom takes.
Lord Domic watches them all, like vultures waiting to unseat the others in their balance of power.
Lor Domic suddenly sees his king and friend stir back to life, and fears which talent was the one to do it.