At Wrest

daughter of thunder · At Wrest

Certainty is the weight on your chest

Even at wrest, cannot catch your breath

The absolute bottom of the barrel 

Bad Guy to end all bad guys

But why does he have your same left thigh birthmark?

Or why does her sharp wit

Cut glass in the same backward blade as yours?

The mirror knows what the reflection refuses to see.

The Pharisee, a champion against time and mercy

The father feeding his family from the table of demons,

The most well-fed woman in the world 

Who convinced her husband of their hunger:

Is not God, Himself, their Villain? 

Imagine that is the truth you have chosen to believe.

James 1:23-25

Culture Culture

daughter of thunder · Culture Culture

All it takes is a sample of society

slicked smooth sliver of it really

to understand

science is not salvation.

The petri dish swarming in spilt blood

Cannot cure itself of the

lust for more blood.

Even as the skin or the very spine of

the river ran dry,

Still the physicist tries to

heal immorality.

Hands

Clasped

Desperately

at the beaker in prayer,

Cut glass poking through the flesh

of their 

very last hope.

about: from an anthropological standpoint, people will cling to their culture (whether born from semen or science) even if it's killing them.

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?

**

P o p

idolized and fiendin’

for her next big hit 

the bell a vivid reminder of what happens 

when the hit hit back

**

Who a vivid reminder of

When what happened where

and 

With whom

**

Bell disobedient to the body’s language!

Does not recognize a crooked smirk from 

a clenched fist 

**

A hand grazing my butt

**

Or predator crouched in the underbrush

**

A paycheck that will not cum

**

Upon waking from someone else’s dream

**

Relieved

Another woman’s husband sighs

with her heart in his hands and his

Boot on my neck

**

And squeeze

**

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