GUEST POST // Hunter/Death by Purple Creature

The Night is coming,
The Hunter smiles a sly smile.
Darkness is his friend,
Stillness is his anthem.
The Hunter will descend upon you
With the quickness of lightening,
And the power of Thor’s might hammer.
Don’t be afraid,
Take comfort in knowing,
He is here specifically for you.
The Hunter,
Has been tracking you,
Has been watching you,
And now has come for you.
Before your body collapses to the floor,
If you concentrate, for a fleeting moment,
You will be able to smell the sweetness
Of the Hunters aroma,
Just before he draws your last breath.
Into his mouth,
Into his Soul,
Where you will now reside FOREVERMORE…

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014

Maybe (Through the Looking-Glass)

Maybe… maybe it’s time to shout ‘Mayday!’
Maybe… maybe it’s time to break off your fake play!

I’m sick of beating these walls of morals!
Their tips are less droll than the Gregorian Chorales!

Maybe… Maybe… Maybe…
Please, Alice, please, stop to flee!

Maybe it’s time to step through the Looking-Glass.
Alice, I beg, show me your sass!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

a Refuge

please, let me to lay
on this cold granitic stone
between grey and grey.

please, let me to say –
I’m exhausted and alone
I feel total splay.

please, let me to flay
I’m ready to give a feast,
I’ll wait birds of prey.

please, let me to stay!
I found my latest refuge
between grey and grey…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

a Rite

The Vermilion Moon… I lift up my arms.
Chandra Namaskar. My Saint Vitus’s dance.

My stream is smooth. My breath is deep.
I count pulse. I curve and slip.
Another circle… a bow… a leap…
My rite is done. It’s time to reap.

The Moon is glad. It smiles and winks.
It drips on sheets like bleeding inks…

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!