Plain Letter

 I dove headfirst as I always do, into a wonderful world of digital avatars at war; crafting magical fables, Epics, and adorned with Legendary Artifacts. In this journey, I found a crumpled, discarded Plain Letter while transversing Coldheart Interstitia.

The parchment was dripping with Arcane Residue, and inscribed upon the page was a series of enchanted sigils that forced my vision to peer through the in-between, my hearing to listen to the ineffable. With mind untethered by the shackles of prose, I slipped into the realm of metaphor to give you a transcription...

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-{[Dear <Master Warlock>,]}-

<Elune-Adore, Thero'shan.

Bal'a dash, malanore.

Ishnu-dal-dieb,

(Selama ashal'anore!)>

Ritual of Summoning to make magical memories

Across the continent, what a beautiful tune,

"The world is filled with mysteries,

Be alive, with utmost Reverence to Elune!"

"No more Blood and Thunder then,"

I mused, as I turned my coat Red to Blue,

Buried my hatchets and rerolled Human,

Even though I used to eat Gnomes as a rule.

We both sank to our knees and crawled,

Edged along the Chains of Domination

Soaking in Cleansing Pain on bared souls,

All before the Banshee Queen's Redemption.

We both descended into abstraction,

Among the geometric realm of numerology;

Arcane Intellect burning in your gaze,

You grinned, "Destruction over Demonology."

We both love to survive (thrive in combat),

Therefore we declared an endless duel;

With Bloodlust we Time Warped,

Each sparr adding explosive fuel.

While you began your true training at Sire...

I was molded by Onyxia and Ragnaros,

I have studied every item and castable skill,

And I fought back reflexively, I suppose.

Need I remind you? Subjugate doesn't work

on a Real Player who's not a Demon

When you bent that rule, I tried all abilities.

Shaping realities is simple for a student of Riemann!

---[Sorry not sorry != SOS]---

[Sorry not sorry (White),]

for the Mind Vision and Power Word: Shield,

What am I to do when facing Conflagrate?

Psychic Scream to escape (but never Mind Control),

Just before you disintegrate me with Incinerate.

[SNS (Tan),]

for Spell Reflect, Shield Wall, and Last Stand,

The first resource I learned was Rage;

At least no Mortal Strike nor Execute,

Just Defensive Stance while locked in a cage.

[SNS (Navy),]

for calling upon my Ancestral Spirit and Reincarnation,

I will never stop using Far Sight,

Astral Recall brings memories of Heroism,

Even for a momentary delight.

[SNS (Blue),]

for the Blizzard and Counter Spells;

I have a talent for the Lonely Winter.

At least I never Polymorphed you;

Ice Block just to stop a Succubus's flogger.

[SNS (Dark Magenta),]

for the Sigil of Silence and Thick Skin,

Spectral Sight allows me to see thru deceit;

Banish only works for six seconds, quick:

Double Jump and Glide to a quick retreat.

[SNS (Purple),]

for nullifying your Fear and Death Coil,

I know Curse of Tongues as a Demonologist;

Drain Life to turn me into a Soulshard?

That requires killing blow on a duelist.

[SNS (Pink),]

for Rebuke under a Shield of Virtue;

Chaos Bolt wounds can be gory!

At least I never chose Retribution,

Unto you I still sing the Word of Glory.

[SNS (Red),]

for riding On a Pale Horse to Raise Ally;

You demanded a Sacrifical Pact,

But truth bending makes my Blood Boil,

So I Asphyxiate the manipulation space with just fact!

[SNS (Orange),]

for my Thick Hide and Lightening Reflexes

You dropped an Inferno (might makes right)

Survival Instincts kicked in for both of us,

(I shapeshift to Flight Form rather than fight.)

[SNS (Yellow),]

for stun locking using a pure logic Combo;

I knew the risks yet still, Rolled the Dice,

Even though I knew your Tricks of the Trade,

Vanish is more appropriate than Slice and Dice.

[SNS (Spring Green),]

for maintaining a Brewmaster's Balance,

Just trying to Detox from Corruption

Leaving my spirit behind, in Transcendence,

Seeking refuge in Zen Meditation.

[SNS (Green),]

for a critical Steady Shot to regain Focus, 

Running away with Aspect of the Cheetah.

(At least no Feign Death, just Disengage)

Euclid will guide like Krishna in Bhagavad-gita.

-----{Pondering like Arjuna}-----

This duel ceased to be honorable

When you threatened to send summons

For all the Stormwind City Patrollers

(Stockades to be my new commons?!)

I'm still learning how to play a Healer.

Tried to replace Vampiric Embrace with Prayer of Mending;

Such challenge, meditating on Apotheosis!

Holy Shock overwhelmed a Circle of Healing.

The Party is disbanded, yet not all is lost.

Necromancy palely imitates Resurrection,

Yet Monks can still Resustitate (But at what Cost?)

Maybe one day we will all learn Absolution.

-------{∅}-------

Winds be at your back;

May the Light embrace you,

May your blades never dull,

May the Stars Guide you.

-{[<(Ru shallora enudoril)>]}-,

Monoid the Confessor, Healer in Training

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Hard Questions

Ancient hands etched hard questions
Upon baked tortoise shells with mirth,
(On the infinity of love, through divinations.)

The sage was acclimated to mute spirits of Earth;
Queries were left unanswered for eternities,
(Oracle bones accumulated, beside the hearth.)

Now deciphered pieces of mystic history
the auguries filled me with wonder,
(Heart heavy, with thoughts of calamity)

Tracing the lines with my fingers,
My doubts mirrored in the artifacts;
(I understand, my dear ancestors.)

Denial

Fragmented refraction of
          reflections and recollections
Slit brightly across the deluding irides
          Shattered, like
                    Raging Hail through a heartless sandstorm,
                              Globes of punishment;
          [EARTH TO EARTH]

Figment of a stoic-
          static and stable
Slipped righteously through the deceitful lips
          Smattered, like
                    Distant Sun through a icy blizzard,
                              Rays of mockery;
                                        [ASHES TO ASHES]

Filaments of bountiful Amor
          bind us and blind us (so beautiful us)
Strangled nightly around the delirious hearts
          Scattered, by
                    Shrill Winds through a unsympathetic snowfall,
                              Gusts of judgement.
                                                                      [DUST TO DUST]

Can a heart stay warm,
buffeted and deformed
by the ire of the storm?

Meditation

The flames of wrath
burned ever so tall,
Each flickering thought
scorching the mind with licks of frustration...
The reflective pools of memory,
Time and space within all,
Tampered the red hot psyche into cold hard steel.

With stone like resolve,
I sharpen the edge -

Warrior's meditation -
will the blade
skewer, sever;
Or parry, protect?

Rock (Skipping) Solo

No one cares about the individual pebbles -
Be they sonnets, polished and smooth
or free verse, rough like a rebel,


The intent of creation does not perturb nor sooth
Pure enjoyment of the motion of pen on paper, like power pitches:
Add spin, just to scratch the cranial itches ---

The occasional one that hops with wit or rhyme
(Like sensational songs that drop and disappear with time)

Somber or playful, skip away into the ambivalent ambiance.

Caterwaul Ensemble

The warm belly,

The blue collar,

The uncounted, unmistakable scents of domestication,

The incessant jingle,

Unmasking every near invisible,

Prowling step     -

-.

All is an accompaniment,

To the Caterwaul Ensemble - soon to begin - 

                                                - ready to Pounce -

Ferally, impatiently ponderous (in estrus?)

Gambling nothing and all,

for an indefinite, improbable, impalpable imperfection:

Just the right scars,

                Entwined and locked, fitted like keys with

Just the right flaws.

Demolition

Those calloused hands trembled;

Hands that labored to heal wounds long harbored,
Weeding out scar-induced emotions
for an eventually happily ever after-

Those tired arms quivered;
Arms that toiled over the sands of the soul,
Solidifying the foundation
for an eventually happily ever after-

That knotted back shuddered
Back that shouldered hope pebbles and dream boulders,
Arranging the imagination
for an eventually happily ever after.

*            *            *

This hearth survived calamities,
endured floods of tragedies
(And the fallout of the failed ultimatum strategy)

Though the castle was built with bricks of pure honesty, 
Masks cannot forever contain cumulative malcontent.

*             *             *

The stoned faced demolition team
Remained silently statuesque ---
all could crumble without a whimper or scream.

In the name of the improbable eventually,
We lament the demolition of the picturesque.

Contamination

The maggots of sedation
crawl merrily in the corpse of willpower;
decomposing every last cell of resistance
into the black tars of addiction.

Psychosis containment unit breached
mental meltdown imminent.

All personnel please evacuate the cerebrum;
and avoid the temporal lobes looping toxic reminiscence.

Mending a Mirror

Neither tarnished the mirror 
by words untrue;
The perfect, smooth surface
Refracted mirages -
a remembrance of candid banter;
a thought of unspoken ardor

Reflecting on the skirmish last fought
upon that battlefield - (smell the gunpowder?)
Heated words whistled past
like fragmentation artillery shells
And the rioting mind wildly tossed Molotov moods
into the tenderest memories
The flickering tongues of wrathful flame
consumed even the most beautiful--

The icy troops of logic begun their work:
Digging the trenches for small sanctuary
from the mind-numbing guilt
Filling moats with unadulterated honesty
(truth so clean you can swim in it.)
Promoting platonic philosophies with morose prose
concocted by purely heartless inductions
And destroying the cross-boarder longing letters
long before the verses
become Siren songs only meant for
your appreciation.

The charred memory-scape,
once unmarred, now
Shattered by our own doing -
Such Art!
Beautiful scars, each sharp enough
to puncture a tear duct.
Now the mirror bore faults like jagged grins,
a smile that's stained with antiquity.

Nevermind the bloody fingers
and the infinite shards of countless hurts -
I am content mending the mirror for the rest of history(if only your reflection can linger another half an eternity.)

Defeat - 10/30/2009

Distant laughter intermingled

with birdsongs

haunt

the dead city as the fog of

subtle absence of human sounds

no cars

or even footsteps or heartbeats

only a mild sun

and embers of orange leaves

surfing upon a dull autumn breeze

*     *     *

My childhood idly moped about

a desolate crossroads upon memory lane

under a night-blue sky

The fire shimmered

into nothingness in the west

The stars shrouded

the sunlit swingsets

and curious pebbles

in moonshine sunsets

and snow-melted springs

I stirred, slurred the reflected

pools of moonlit memories

on the rocks,

and the earth

rumbled and thundered

sundered and crumbled

as armies with unsigned search warrants

hammered through the

sun baked dirt walls

like the tide on a child's sandcastle

and flames hailed from

the nothingness of the cosmos,

meteorites striking magically true

to the wombs of women

and the tombs of heroes.

The gentle whisper of

a silent city once so beautiful

covered now

with moss and unearthed corpses

Merciful Love, save us. 

Public Speaking

I was chasing the skirt of Liberty on the history channel, in a class at Laney college out of curiosity - a class on Public Speaking

---

The shredded Magna Carta

blew across the

once prosperous

now smoldering

American Dream

while

Uncle Sam cannibalized

Lady Liberty,

grinning back with

bloodstained fingertips.

Children's toys crunched

under unwitting

solders soles upon the

promise land

Mothers' gardens ravaged

by savage

bayonets across the

manifest destiny.

The ruthless executioners

weld the scythe

forged from stainless steel

soiled with civilian sweat

And brothers,

once hopscotch friends,

Now deceived through blind believe

pour the gasoline

on our own crops

pillage the seeds

from our neighbors farms.

I have never imagined we'd

throw away the letters

and signatures signified

in a guarantee of freedom

for the indentured servants

from the imperialistic symbolic throne

so quickly (only after 200 years?)

Now the bond with

the leeching economic machines

is parasitic

and their venom sedates

even the cerebral intellectuals

Meanwhile, time stood still

As word artists

visual poets

sound sculptors

stood on soapboxes screaming truth

through the vice induced coma --

Wake up my love,

wake up.

Detective

After writing that last string of characters, I woke up next to a volcanic sized herbal bonfire, friends roasting fungus and fuzzy marshmallows, just mellowing through the clueless hueless smoky cloudy sky. I drifted pass the melodic confusion of our minor section, the choleric selection by our children's generation, a univocal voice of student Detectives.

---

I overheard

eavesdropped

over the slow

trashcan newspaper bonfire,

The screams from

a body of evidence

his hand, digits of terrific terror

clawing, towering skywards.

The bugs inside were distorted

by the nested loops of

imaginary money multipliers within the

Goldman Sachs mainframes

The evidence is clear

the machine is real

its massive voice booming through T.V.s

And its will is baptized in the senators' eyes

after a simple donation

The mechanical inhumane digits

steers the nation's fate --

"Wake up, Stand up for the common folk"

Now the academia,

we demand the entangled nobles in congress

to end the oppressive regime

of the merchant class,

Before the capital owners

      crack the whip

to permanently enslave

our youths' minds

      burn the books

for shareholder profit

marking tomes obsolete by the semester

I hear the evidence scream from the shadows,

While termite banks ate away

our future structure

that support the aged and weak

we are bound to become

Pray that the true predatory

lenders have mercy before

they snuff the light out of humanity's eyes.

We have elected hope and change

but oh,

Your Majesty, by the title of

Commander in Chief of Arms

Sire, stay true to your course

                  our cause,

lest the old ganglords

and warrior dukes

raise banners of ancient feuds

and set our bountiful land afire

Apologize

for the unexcused use of

civilians as cannon fodder,

and the unforgiving casual tones

on uncasual casualties .

Give us liberty,

period.

Represent our piece

of peaceful mind.

Chaotic Stance

I was chilling on Wikipedia reading about Chaos theory and I meandered across the Egyptian god and also Warmaster Horus's personal disambiguation page.

I then mangled the memories of martial arts and the Heretic's contribution to the drunken dancing fists in Chaotic Stance.

---

The blunt impact of your hammer of vengeful words

breached the gate

pass the moat of fictitious allegations

into the tender heart of laughter

Your mindless slaughter of

my frontal atrium

tainted the house

of revered superheroes

from innocent times

Blinded with

the grey mists of indecision

I unsheathed my words

and gunpowdered my mind

Dodged your concocted potions

of acidic flashcard phrases

I remain unmarred

      undaunted

raised my slightly roasted arm to

      toast

another fiery glass in honor of

bittersweet forgetfulness.

Extra-terra-xenophobia

Today we heard the embodiment of Audrey Hepburn in voice, and I do feel oh so fine. Yet I will dare bring another news segment from Planet Earth, transmitted by Wordsmith.

Extra-terra-xenophobia

Bards have woven

epics upon sonnets

pierced the

fabric with only ink on

the tip of their pens

For both Just and Sinful

      Pious and Blasphemous

So let us set foot upon the journey

pass rabbit holes

holes in fences

white picket and

yellow bricks or submarines

Ponder the wonders of

evanescent music from

adolescence

lovers and heartbreaks from

countless lifetimes,

and history of fictional past

I confess the secrets of beauty

without waterboards

      or advertisement

and wave the magic wand

to seed lightening in the clouds

with only a button

See the Fnords

trapped in the tapestry of reality

within infinite dimensions

Beyond humanity and Earth, the

Heavens smile back, with

faces on asteroids and pentagonal

pyramids on the forge of Ares,

Even a hexagon crown on the Fallen Titan

Saturn's head!

Now the infants who

stole the fire

fell from grace

claim to overthrow

the old gods of stars and crosses

prayers and rituals with the

new faith in egocentric sciences

and theories untested

Just you wait!

The end is coming home.

Sunset of Armageddon

I shinned through the

      lush gardens of scientific beauty

scattered pass the

      rolling rivers of conjured pasts

reflected upon the

      mountaintops of poetic words

Just to watch the

beads of refracted lavender light

scatter like liquid glass

upon your sunburnt skin

(San Francisco!)

undertoned with an omnipresent backdrop

      of auburn urban sunsets

While the approaching

armies of fear

with swords at the ready,

sanguine light dancing on the tip of the blades;

Blood on tooth, in nail;

The first whiff of sulfur and a sparked fuse;

all weigh heavy on the mind,

we still held hands

and smiled till the end of days.

20th Century

Sobriety is such an uncommon wish, especially now, and even in the 20th century

---

The emptiness

      after the supernova

marking the death

of a nightingale

The only bird who

sang the soundtrack

for the eternal

escape into moonlit romance

for the grandiose quest

of innocent beauty

The bird skipped along downtown

avoiding broken adults

like an ever-so-slow obstacle course

While everything morphed

The walls of financial towers

      castles in the sky

The puddles hugging gutters

      ponds for frog princes

The nylon neon clothing

      gowns fit for royalty

      the bird

danced on the head of a pin

walked on the moon backwards

vicariously lived through NOTHING

Even sank into the quicksands of love

swam in the wine and smoke

Just for You

Ethanol

I want to dedicate this one to Ethanol, the chemical name for the alcohol in your drink.

Ethanol

Optimizing opium

with a little blood

the heroine of my fairytale

simply floating in my coffee mug

Lustful thoughts of body

then

filled up my cup

mixed up with sin

tasting of metallic wine

Late night Dinner

in the morgue

Just to convince myself I'm not-a-not-a

China, Chinadoll on the shelf anymore.

I drank the liquor

letting it burn

burn holes deep in my brain

letting it down

drown my stomach empty of worms

Walking down the alley

with a handy hearty filling

bottle of pure fire,

A fight,

between sorrow and esctacy

      pleasure and pain

convincing myself I've seen

God's ugly white ass

I wish I am sober.