Even if I gave you the attention that you crave still, still, still, this is how you would behave Even if I let you bury me in a deep, dark cave still, still, still, it would not be my grave. Even if I told you to change the way that you act nothing would ever change fact, fact, fact

Folly’s Poem Written by Emperor Talimai’s Fool  in the year 15 T.R. Oh thy sweet city built upon hills, built upon stones and bones, release me into the throes of succulent bitterness which dives and weeps upon man’s betrothed courier who sends messages from the moon of Zaradar, the moon of an eternally embracing planet circling lazily upon its star. This land seeks to be what it shan’t be. The empire weeps tears that aren’t forthwith, she was laid, ripped and splayed like a urchin ne’er do well with honey tipped fingers. An assassin lays waste to those important (thought safe) Some are lying headless upon amber thrones as the whole Union shimmers and quivers, retching up volatile cries of retribution, caustic. But who seeks the assassin? Only the river hunters of the deepest carnal forests. They go forth with their blades, willing their kind to slow immaculate corrosion. Meanwhile, a muse thrusts a knife into the wo...

Two little girls sitting up at night, Whispering secrets under the moon, Watching shadows in candlelight, Inhaling scents of a southern June. Two young ladies walking in the sun, Sharing promises only they know, Chatting and laughing, making fun, Comforting each other as they grow. Two grown women living far apart, Learning and struggling to be on their own; Each one holding the other in her heart, Both of them feeling very alone. Two best friends home to reunite, Excitedly sharing stories of the past, Kneeling hand in hand by the firelight, Enjoying the love and making it last.