Reaching for the Cleaver

daughter of thunder · Reaching for the Cleaver

Banana cream maybe?

Apple a la mode, obviously 

Mango and Rumberries, to me

But always a browned-butter crust.

The purpose of the American Pie is just that:

First, it’s going to taste the way 

temptation teased it would

And then?

It’s going to kill you.

The poison isn’t the pie, per se

But the going back for more

3 Haiku on Belonging

daughter of thunder · 3 Haiku on Belonging

I

Hood in the heavens 

Pack among the prophets, a

Lone wolf would have died

II

We want to go home

Said: take us to your leader.

Alien be(longing)

III

Although, look at God!

Sisterhood a mended heart

Every brother a blessing

2 Thessalonians 2:13- we are obligated always to thank God for you, brothers loved by Jehovah

post script// what if the science fiction genre needed to create the concept of  "aliens” to make sense of the heavenly spirit realm?

post2// I'm thoroughly and utterly in love

Siren of Pavlov

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Mother’s voice

G-flat in the key of fear major hums:

“They are incapable of a love this deep”

can you hear it ring truth?

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P o p

idolized and fiendin’

for her next big hit 

the bell a vivid reminder of what happens 

when the hit hit back

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Who a vivid reminder of

When what happened where

and 

With whom

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Bell disobedient to the body’s language!

Does not recognize a crooked smirk from 

a clenched fist 

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A hand grazing my butt

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Or predator crouched in the underbrush

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A paycheck that will not cum

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Upon waking from someone else’s dream

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Relieved

Another woman’s husband sighs

with her heart in his hands and his

Boot on my neck

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And squeeze

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The bell teaches the guillotine 

when to swing

But Who should we hold responsible 

for the song the sirens sing?

About// the behavioral conditioning of women; Homer’s sirens

An Act of Defiance

daughter of thunder · An Act of Defiance

The moral decay of man 

Lurch forward 

putrid breath hot on the slick of my neck

Rumor has it—  if you peer into its one gunky eye for

more than eight seconds 

Disillusionment will strike fangs to the jugular before you can bat a lash 

(the veil lifts 

again

and again

And)

Come dawn 

every. morning.

there are horrors anew.

In the same palette where 108 shades of ruby 

Intimate the intimate journey of life receding from the aorta

I see only amaryllis and mums bubbling forth 

loud and 

very much alive

A whole field of them waving their bright bulbous arms

At the homicide, the herbicide and the other side alike

In spite of that which seeks to sap succor from the sinews

They wave,

(Again 

And again)

Smiling even,

In warm welcome

of all who defy what is seen for what is really there.

1 Timothy 6:19

Two Truths and A Lie

daughter of thunder · Two Truths and a Lie

Irony is how desperately one human needs to know another 

that he is dizzy spinning stories:

1. The whole earth could be a gleaming sphere of Jupiter moon
    lit by the speed of Saturnic cyclones
2. I knew truth before I could see him 
3. And when finally I could see him
    he flickered like wire burnt and dissipated 

Did you spot the lie the earth could never tell?

The trick is to try and focus on what cannot be seen;

dig out all the holes of context fuzzy

and waiting for you:

1. Look again at the earth.
   This time it is the mottled photograph
    buried beneath your sock drawer
   of the people you need the most
2. Good and evil were born entirely from the heart of man 
3. The heart of man is held captive by the fate of his own hands

Everyone knows the human heart cannot be morassed by morality 

Last one, are you ready?

1. Take a magnifying glass
    to the home of a billion bleeding creatures
    all of them motivated by an internal tick and
2. You can see the microscope cannot lie:
    they each sigh according to a hum drum resounding 
3. One voice is not enough,
   but it is the choir that reigns victorious 

Of course one voice is enough.
Your one small voice is more powerful an army
 than all the galaxies combined.

about: perception matters, but so does the objective truth

What it Never Was

daughter of thunder · What It Never Was

The answer was always no

Was never any wriggling our way into an alternate reality 

Or

Could I for five minutes 

Just five uninterrupted moments

Mend the mortal grief that confronts my every thought?

No.

I fear that if I cannot accept it,

Am I really any better than the men who raped me?

No.

I am all out of your favorite shade 

trying to maneuver a mango gold into a searing red

Of well if everyone is calling the peach a gooseberry 

Whose to say it isn’t at least a bit sour?

No, and shut down the gaslight on your way out.

No, who once tried to inch its way toward a 

sorta-kinda-maybe (?)

But collapsed before the presence of prophecy

No is exactly what it looks like.

I am exactly what I look like.

Bombs May Fall.

That which is longing to kill me may well have her day in court.

The mere state of my silver sliver is not

what is being balanced on the scales of time and reason.

Speak your truth;

But should that two-lettered brute 

Happen to pry the way out its jawbone jailhouse,

To try and train it, already born, bourne 

and on its way to ruin?

To conquer its fate now is too tenuous a task

that only time could possibly tell.

about// The worst sort of liars are the ones lying to themselves

The Apple Tree

daughter of thunder · The Apple Tree

 Foremost, the hunger.

So the fruit juice driveled down while the seed was swallowed whole

Could feel it germinate a warm hum against my kidney

fibrous arms wrapped tendrils around the loops of each bowel

Boy or bosc? Pear, clementine or a sweet baby girl?

I baked round basking in the morning glory.

The waiting, that delicious want

Womb expanding with wonder

To try and escape the grit now? Mud brown 

bittersweet the core bore

Chromosomes neat and tucked 

between bits of bark in the teeth

Why even bother?

Just like his father before him

I close my eyes,

Dream of the orchard at my feet

Who else could I ever be?

about// because the apple cannot fall from the tree