Airports

A family of yellow skin swine,

Using their fleshy bodies as a selfish shield, squeezing and pushing in hot pursuit of cutting my god damn line. 

They are loud and have no sense of humanity, no sense of society.

Loud and cheap they shriek and scream, as pale men, and paler women simply stare, as I hurry to slip my laptop back into my bag,

Before greedy, grimy fingers do. 

A throng of hooded women and goatee men sweep and saturate the boarding hall with the intoxicating and indescribable smell...

And the monotonous sound of the meek mouthed lady, announces the  opening of the gate,

The worst attribute of humanity is unleashed, the one I most hate,

The surge of human bodies crushing and shoving against each other, as if their only purpose of life is to be in that plane.

Some linger back as if they knew I was judging. In reality they were only waiting,

For a moment to intercept that queue, oh those selfish few...

I do despise flying.

Triumvirs

-How certain art thou that fair and nobel Antony shall lose his third to the slippery Caesar?

-As certain as the Sun shall set in the west, and arise tomorrow, on the horizon of the east.

-I shall forgive thou for witchcraft, soothsayer for thou has caused treason. 

-I have not Othello, I am merely reading for the book Nature has prized in secrecy.

  

-How does thou say with such vigor and confidence, Caesar shall be victorious?

-I declare it, as I see it. Fortune's knave shall forever, reign in triumph. As one mortal, though a great one be it, has no credit in the halls and the wheels of Fortune's bias gaze.

-Then why does thou sound bitter? For there is great authority in the scarce-bearded Caesar. Shall he not rule with a passionate, and strong fist?

-Aye, but what Caesar lacks is not the authority; his scarcity comes not only upon his face, but his mind. Whatever strides he shall bring, will bring prosperity, but great ruling succumbs easy minds. Caesar bears no trait of negotiation, nor the gift of democracy. As dutifully to Fortune, he shall dutifully doom this great nation for one cannot encompass all, especially the likes of Caesar.

-Treason! How dare you speak-ill of our great leader?

-I speak not sickness, merely the truth. I take no pleasure in seeing this empire fall. But, Fortune shall overbear all. Antony, though driven by mortal passion, could drive similarly towards the benefit of this nation. He is also fruitful in the ways he treasures scales of equality, and the nobility of his words can be strengthen by all he keeps loyal. But yet, Fortune is powerful and unjust. 

-Lepidus? Does he have no ounce of a better fortune than ill-fated Antony?

-I dare say he does, although would be a poorer substitute, for he lacks both the will of authority, and the label of justice.

-What if queer Esther overturns this tide of tragic fortune?

-No, for she does not find mirth nor finds comfort in seeing only an independent state succeed, she much prefer to benefit from a global celebration. 

-Then there can be nothing, to change?

-I foresee it as being so, though I feel wrongful for doing so.     

Oubliettes of you and I

My prince,
How far below the wretched ground,
Does your oubliettes lie?
Are they hidden away to hide some scandal,
Far too demeaning and far too crude for the ears of mine?
Or nay, they are too beautiful and glimmering for my mortal view?
Are they placed beyond the borders of your heart,
Or deep within folds of the many layers of your soul?
Must I seek these hidden chambers that shadow the secrets you hold so dear?
Or shall it remain a mystery that shall last forever?

Beloved,
Do you seek to find mine own oubliettes?
The ones, even I fear to unlock?
The ones I have buried in hopes of forgetting them?
The ones that hide more dark that I imagine the world has light,
Ones placed in plain urban sight, avoided to save simple grace,
Left to rot, in hopes their contents do thus similar.
I worry you shall find them, my king,
And although you have rule over all my heart,
When you fall into the caves I have considered dungeons,
Will you emerge without a taint of my sins?
Or will the blackest blood flow, both over and under your fairer skins?

Erotic

Lord Eros, Sweet Eros, Most anything Eros,

I beseech thee. 

Grant me a lover,

That takes not interest in figs,

But one of noses.

Let not him heat my blood,

Nor heat his own liver,

Will him to have been raised not by savages,

But by the daintily hands.

Dear Lord, allow me this absolute contentment.

Good Aphrodite, Most absolute Aphrodite, 

Dear Goddess, 

Though many would make themselves whores,

To lay upon I a fortune fit for the wrenches,

Keep decorum and hear,

This prayer.

Give me a man, 

And let us in privy sheets die,

But keep him loyal,

And even he may hence fleet,

Here shall remain him.

Holy Goddess, I request prithee.

Grant me the grace with Lovely Fortune,

And turn her wheel,

In favour of thy loyal homager.

And thee shall allow thy,

Mere mortal, a drink of mandragora,

That I might sleep out this,

Great gap of time,

In awaiting my Antony.

This I beseech,

Amen.      

   

WE HAVE SURVIVED

I AM SO DONE WITH PEOPLE VICTIMISING THEMSELVES.
Gays embrace yourself, but realise that not everybody will understand,
But that does not make them homophobes.
Maybe if you try to show them we are normal people,
They'll understand, because what I see is portrayed by many is this,
excessive need to prove our individuality,
And insatiable want to flaut and express our differences.
But to prove is to show that we are not what stereotypes defined us as,
We are defined by ourselves, and it is fine if you identify with the 'conventional'
But we need to be part of society for people to see that we are not aliens,
Although we can embrace it, we don't have too.
A community founded our of oppression and turmoil can blossom,
Without needing to be reminded of our past constantly,
Without having to prove that we are special,
Not to the world, because we all are,
Every single one. But, we are also very similar, which is why we are all humans.
And we need to show them a different side to us and to our culture,
Because we are not promoting something crude but something vaguely and barely different.
We are promoting equality, and we should not deviate form that.

Dear Meninist,

It vexes me a great deal,
That you do not agree with feminism,
"Meninist' is not a thing,
It even autocorrects to Leninist,
Which is ironically,
More justifiable.
Please take off your big manly boots,
And wriggle, and squeeze,
Into what the french call "talons",
And try to walk, wobbly, stumble and fall,
As you try to comprehend the life of a women,
A life you have been fortunate enough to have escaped.
Imagine growing up,
And the world telling you,
"Dress like a lady,"
"That's not what a girl would do,"
"Don't be a slut,"
But you can't can you?
No because your childhood was filled with,
"BE THE MAN"
"You are so strong"
"You are the best"
Nobody tells you that,
"You shouldn't sexualise women."
"You should treat them with respect"
"Don't be horny bastards"
Women want to be able to express themselves,
Through whatever they choose.
"A bag" left open,
Should not be touched,
Because that is stealing on two fronts,
Taking away whatever morals have been taught to you,
Removing the fact that you are entitled,
And exposing that you are self-centred,
And ignorant
Choosing to lie to yourself,
To say that what women are fighting for is fake,
But what is fake is the fact that you cannot admit,
That you are simply too horny to keep it in your jeans.
It is frustrating that men are allowed,
To say and call and insult women,
Even though they are the ones that want,
To see a little more leg,
A little more breast,
A little less everything.
But what is actually lacking,
Is the morals you men have,
For being unable to keep your own sexual frustration,
And keep it to yourself,
And blaming it on women.
Shame on you.
Be the man,
And tell yourself, to have more self control.
There is no reason why you should be better,
And there is no reason we cannot be equal,
Stop being selfish and stop monopolising,
The rights all people should have,
Women are not taking away your rights,
They simply want what is rightfully theirs.
You can take those heels off now,
And drop that act,
And stop pretending that problems like this,
Don't exist,
It is that mentality that should be non-existant.

( )

(I think I remembered you that day,
It was a stunning day, I dare say,
The clouds were soft and the trees were lush,
The air filled and saturated by this content and overwhelming hush.
It was as if the world knew,
And the earth, who saw and agreed, said, "I should fall in love with you.")

Wait, actually it was...

(I think I remembered it as a cool Autumn afternoon,
It was a nice early evening, I remembered that the moon would have been out soon,
The leaves a kaleidoscope of earthy tones, the grass a soft yellow,
The breeze carried with it this sense of ease and the air was mellow.
It was as if the dying day,
And the dying seasons, who saw and agreed, said, "Go on and kiss him before he gets away.")

Wait no, no I think it was...

(Now I think it was a cloudy, winter day,
It was wet and cold and I think I wouldn't have had it any other way.
The sky a monotone of grey, the trees black and bare,
The atmosphere filled with dread and despair,
But it was alright, cozy by the fire,
And the stoned hearted ice, even said, "If you say you don't like him, you'll be a liar.")

Wait no I think it didn't actually happen.
Never mind.