horizon with a shifting road
wavers under wandering soles
hands reach for steady branch
slipping off and falling lands
everywhere but where desired
left her friends and loves behind
alone the way is lit with pain
struck by lightning again and again
e’er focusing on breath to breath
on things ahead that sad eyes catch
ne’er forgetting she is (barely) alive
forever grateful, curses despite
trodden long on sod soggy with tears
when e’er reflection caught in iced river
she casts a smile out of broken soul
wishing one day it will come all its own
~ Emily C.
some fights are silent
some roars you can’t hear
some nights leave scars
some days birth fear
courage comes each sunrise
bravery in the dark
while you are sleeping pretty
I’ll be swinging a punch
in dreams, I plan my attack
which way to focus aim
how my feet will land
in morning’s sweet refrain
you run about your day
in automated normalcy
you think you know my way
while I confront my enemy
fear may fright my veins
and keep me on the cliff
but willingly I’ll face
my fate and my what-ifs
for only by standing fast
where I feel my very worst
can my faulty feet
learn to walk once again
some fights are mere moments
some roars are salty tears
some nights bring peace
some days birth falling heroes
~ Emily C. 10.19.17
woke up supine in the forest pine
disoriented dizzy drunk…
how I got there, no memory
who I was or where
lost far from home
but even that, now unknown
human form muddy, caked by decay
matted hair in waves of clay
maggots had made their home
on me, expediting fate of death
their fee, I saw my grave
that you must have dug
…if I could remember you
but no, not, never
in my mind
past your prime
my sense of love distorted
by years of heart callously contorted
handed out for dissection, consumption
by souls seeking destruction
little did I know my freeness
would seal my fate
heart slain by hunters’ raid
pillaged in an extravagant display
where you were starring in your own play
I was there for your entertainment
when you were bored
but I must have
finally said no more
for here I am on forest floor
bloodied from the swing of mace
bones broken from a forgotten fight
but eyes open to arboretum’s canopy light
lost and languishing in love’s banishment
no name, no identity, erased for all eternity
but a survivor, free to start over
would I, could I
find my way
I lick my wounds
and head east…
~ Emily C.
Once there was a bully named Donald Trump
he built gold towers and sat on his rump
thought he’d kill Democracy
mocked and threatened Liberty
but Lady Justice gave him the face palm
Gotta love my home city. Bravo to Attorney General Bob Ferguson and his team for suing Trump and DHS and winning! You can watch the ruling here by Federal Judge Robart. It’s almost painful to watch the Justice Department attorney attempt to defend something clearly unlawful and unconstitutional. This judge is a Republican appointed by W in 2004. He shuts down the arguments with some clear facts that this attorney cannot dispute, but she tries.
And to wake up and hear that Trump’s appeal of the decision failed is wonderful news. Granted the courts will be dealing with the matter of ruling it unlawful and unconstitutional still, so it will be some time before it is settled fully.
No one is above the law, including and especially the president.
Some mixed blessings coming out of this debacle are:
1) we are seeing people coming out in droves to support charities, to protest, to learn more about our government and participate
2) we are seeing our democracy put to its ultimate test by a plutocrat/autocrat/tyrant/demagogue/fascist and we are seeing it fight back and reject attempts to dismantle the Constitution
Republicans are starting to condemn his actions and violent unsettling outbursts, his bromance with Putin …and now we need more and more of them to grow some spines and stand up for our democracy and what is right for the country and world.
One fight at a time.
Not only did my state become the first to sue Trump and DHS for the unconstitutional immigrant ban on Muslims, but today, my city of Seattle council just voted to divest $3 billion and cut all ties with Wells Fargo over their position as lender to the Dakota Access Pipeline. The vote was 8-0.
Proud of my community’s stance on and resistance to what appears to be a fascist coup in progress.
I have to say, the propositions to withdraw WA, OR and CA from the union and form a separate country called Cascadia, or join Canada, have never looked more tempting…and this is coming from a patriot who believes in defending the Union. But, of course, reality would make that hard.
Fighting as fast and hard as we can. Each hour matters as we can see from the barrage of damaging news coming from the capitol.
There lived a girl in a tower,
golden locks braided, dropped.
Awaiting rescue from a prince,
she spent her days locked up.
Hours of daylight passed,
staring wistful far and wide
into distances window-framed;
birds flit by on freedom’s wings.
Nights came with silence black,
her heart beat but doubted life.
Time cheated her of longed love,
but not for long, she fought back.
Cut her hair, changed her clothes,
her strength inside rebelling, glows.
Scaled herself down the cobbled wall,
And so, this fairytale ends,
she, her own hero.
I was tagged for the prompt “fairytale” by a friend on Instagram. I decided on a little tweak to a classic. 🙂