The Serious Merchant

“When he met Masćyma his youthful innocence was fully intact, uncorrupted, undisturbed by the nature of her burden.” #HillsofExile

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Frolis, to Die For

“We are going to die with the Frolis!” A young lad and his lover recently redeemed by Mercy spoke from the white horse…

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Haven’t You Learn Anything?

“Are you out there? Are you hearing me? Haven’t you learn your lesson? Are you falling in love again?”

“Yes!”

“But!–”

“I want to live not die.”

“All those wounds are you sure?”

“Yes and you should join me. Trust me it changes everything.”

“I don’t want to change unless I can be healed.

“It will brings you back to innocence.”

“Well then, in that case…I am coming.”

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Things That Kill

As she lied, her last breath fluttered lightly.  “your fragility will depend on how much you love. Don’t give your love unless you want to die.”

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A Dark Laughter: The wolves were spotted (this time) wearing sheep clothes

I have seen the light.

It wasn’t bright, it wasn’t dark.

Neutrality fades away so quickly,

It was never even a light, but an illusion.

So many haters fill this wall

I can hear their shadows screaming envy.

Their laughter, cacophony!

There’s no euphony here

And it will only take one man with dead vision

To plummet the system out of existence.

Just as much as it takes one hater to pollute the minds

Of the thin headed it must take the same.

A strong soul left out in the dark shall strive head high.

Just as much as it takes a hater, a dead vision,

It must take the strong soul

To pollute the minds of the thin headed positively.

I have surrendered to the notion that only those who you believe in

Have the sharpest sword to pluck

Deep into your dreams and if your are not strong you might falter

And they will laugh even if your blood runs a stream.

Beware! Beware! Beware!

Not all those who laugh with you have good intentions.

The Story of Us

          Written many years ago, this did not come with a menu and I had to mold you by my own hands. It was not easy because I was innocent too, still searching for that youthful touch. Sometimes you fell to the ground and cracked your skull and I had to use the molding pan and spin that potter wheel. Sometimes you though it was harsh, sometimes you thought I was mean, but look at you now. You don’t have to say a word I can see it in your eyes how graceful you’ve become.

            Long ago we drove the bus together on I-95 and you told me there was better days ahead and that book you held up confidently proclaiming its truth, I am not sure it was prophecy then but you turned out ok when I kissed you on the cheek and breathed in the air of fatherly pride.

            College was not easy but yeah it was reality. All those broken hearts and those late night calls I was your father and accepted the challenge; you where heading for something great and I was glad to be a part of. We may recount our sorrows and lament some wasted times. But dear child, that’s vanity. The story of us is filled with memories that I can tell you we will be fine. I can see a divine hand happily steering us to the finish line.

 

–McNonwuun