На ощупь

Наша призрачная связь –
Полустертый иероглиф.
Неразборчивая вязь.
Еретический апокриф.
Нам не хватит слов понятных,
В темноте идем на ощупь.

Может, повернуть обратно?
Так, возможно, будет проще.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

a Mess on the sky (Fragment #029)

It was a mess on the sky…

I was designated for the visual arts. I was accurately planned but I was impatient. I was fidgeting and knocking. Our breed was losing its own positions at an alarming rate. My parents were studying tarot, the manuscripts and natal charts thoroughly… they couldn’t goof again. I was made with a mechanical precision. A day, an hour… Yuck! I don’t even want to imagine this sterile and dull process!

Sun Opposition or Square Pluto.
Mercury Sextile or Trine Neptune.

The degrees, the angles, the seconds. It was a big mess on the sky.

Pluto had a hangover syndrome. Why? It was because of… Hey! It’s not your funeral! I promised to keep this secret! Venus, like every woman, was running late. Mars, as always, was on the routine of war…

Uranus came first. He sat with Scorpio and smoked. “Your generation is noted for their willingness to dispel social taboos of all kinds. You push the boundaries of accepted behavior. Fanaticism is a common trait in your generation.”

Jupiter and Cancer. I don’t like either of them. I’m usually playing hooky during their lectures… “Your warmth and willingness to accept all people for who they truly are makes even the most inhibited people feel comfortable around you. You strive to bring those who feel disenfranchised from life back into the fold of humanity.”

Wow! Bingo! Venus and Mars came! “Your powerful emotions make you a lover of the arts as well. You feel music and art speaks to you. Generally beauty of any kind has an affect on you.” “Because you feel you are a natural leader you do much better giving orders than you do taking them.”

It was a hellish mess on the sky! 

I appeared without warning. Uranus dropped his tobacco pipe. Scorpio and Cancer stopped playing chess. Venus squealed. Only Mars, like a true warrior, was calm and gazed at Venus’s boobs. I was accurately planned. I was designated for the visual arts. But I was impatient. My parents fucked up again. (to be continued)

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

My special thanks to Cyan Ryan
for the grammar corrections and improvement this essay!

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Whispered Words

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© All rights reserved 2014

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I stand on the precipice of darkness, overlooking the world,
Reborn, a metamorphosis complete…
I walk naked and exposed in the forest of life…
Searching for my equal… my soul… my mate…
Cognizant of my mortality and nakedness
I remain undeterred and continue to walk.
Thorns are ripping my flesh as I walk
Insects are feasting on my blood, and yet
Unfettered I continue on my journey.
It will soon be dark… I will be walking blind soon,
But every journey has its trials and tribulations,
Mine is no different…
Growing dizzy… growing faint…
Crawling on my hands and knees…
A noise is abuzz in the forest
It’s getting louder… it’s getting closer
A shadow is looming in the forest
Growing bigger and bigger
My journey is coming to an end…
Lying on my back now,
Covered in sweat and blood,
I await the noise, I await the shadow…
The die of my life has been cast…
I open my arms, I spread my legs…
I cry out, “I am here”
I await my destiny…
Good or Bad, is not for me to judge…
I am who I am, and that’s all I can be…

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014