Beautifully Imperfect

I thought I was broken
a marionette without strings
slumped on the floor
body in distress.
As I lay there
tears falling like rain to the floor
I find within me
resides this strength
that I had never felt before.
Tentitavely I probe it
afraid that I will be shocked
nothing happens
I crawl forward
amazed at what I have found.
I struggle to sit up
strings not required
I can climb to my feet
and seek my desires.
No longer broken
for I have begun to reconstruct
becoming who I am…..
beautifully imperfect.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
March 1/18
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Mother’s Rage

Silver stream protector of the land

winding and bowing around rock and sand

high above the rotting cliff

lays the crumbled castle

where the Midnight club met.

They came but once a year

to renew their bonds with the land

with the energy around them

with Mother Earth.

As the time drew near

a development began to take place

a defacement of the sacred ground.

The Midnight club met and stared in horror

at the broken terrain

the fallen castle

at the machinery  whose claws

dug deep in moist soul

murder of crows above.

They muttered and murmered

they called upon the Mother

to wreck havoc on the men so crass

as to pervert her domain.

Come morning as the sun rose

brilliant scarlets and violet pinks

men stood at the edge of the land

across the crevice lay nothing

no machines

no castle

no trace that there had every been.

 

 

Blind Belief

They were placed side by side

one so bright

the other black as night.

Good confronts evil

or so it was said

but what was found in their hearts

made the juxtaposition clear.

The one who sought beauty

was vain and crass

oblivious to the world around.

The one who sought anger

was gentle and compassionate

hurt by the savagery of the world around.

Polar opposites

examples of right and wrong

if only they had looked further

they would have found

the one who could have saved them all.

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Sacrifice

Each one dressed with virginal care

snow white robes gleam

headdresses that fall

covering their faces.

Each one dressed in blackened hues

suits of ore

top hats cocked

spats all aligned.

Blushing brides

arranged in a row

seeing not the men before them.

Blindfolds are tightened

and hands are bound

girlish giggles stutter through the air

as each prepares for their mate.

The men stand a pace apart

guns raised.

One by one 

they are shot down

life eradicated 

in a ceremony of blood.

High upon the dais

the Jester holds court

squalid and evil

sacrifice made

so he can rule forever more.

***Picture found last year on Internet***

 

Mr. I Wanna vs. Ms. Uncertainty

***Before I begin I want to give credit to raynotbradbury with regards to how I have named my characters. She writes amazing stories and uses a descriptor for the character as opposed to a name. That is what I have done here.***

I would like to tell you a story. A story of a man and a woman. The man, shall we call him Mr. I wanna Be in Charge and Go Fuck Yourself if You Don’t Like It was an insolent bastard. The woman, we will call her Ms. Uncertainty is the Name of the Game and With Acceptance of that I find Peace had fought long and hard to get where she was.
Mr. I Wanna (for short) believed that by dictating to all and everyone that his wishes nay his demands would be followed, thought that he was able to control. Control family, control desires, control aspects of life that were not his to control. Like a spindly spider in the middle of a web he reached out and touched lives that were not his to touch. He thought that with loud words and speaking over others he would get his way.
Now Ms Uncertainty she use to be like Mr. I Wanna until she fell from grace. She gathered in so many reins, had so many horses galloping in front of her wagon, that eventually they all tangled. When they did she flew overhead, landing on her back feeling it breaking. Now Ms. Uncertainty, knew that this was her last chance, she had to become clean so as not to lose her path.
Mr. I wanna was content to let Ms. Uncertainty run her own game, so long as it did not cross his wishes. For when it did, he shut her down, telling her that if she did not comply he would make her disintegrate.
Ms. Uncertainty sat back, and took a deep breath ready to do battle. But first she thought, she would allow Mr. I Wanna his moment in the spotlight before she blackened the scene. And blacken the scene she would. For you see, Mr. I Wanna forgot that when Ms. Uncertainty was crossed that a warrior surged to the forefront, ready to do battle, to cut whomever off at the knees.
Mr. I Wanna sat on his throne, gloating, assured that he had won. He surveyed his domain with a smirk of denial because he knew nothing could tear it down. Of course nothing could, but someone would. She came in silence, shrouded in a cloak of humility and anger, the dagger she carried the words that sprang from her tongue.
Ms. Uncertainty stood before the throne, threw back her hood and glared at Mr. I Wanna. He chortled sure that he had her in his grip while she cocked an eyebrow and pursed her lips. She drew herself up to her tiny little height, while he stood so he could loom. Ms. Uncertainty handed him a paper while she grinned.
Mr. I Wanna read the words, and read them again and again. His cockiness withered, his height was diminished and Ms. Uncertainty grew instead. With hands on her hips and derision on her lips, she stared at the man who now lay at her feet. Shaking her head, she turned to walk away knowing that there was no grace in continuing the beating.
‘Wait,’ sobbed Mr. I Wanna,’I’m sorry I played at a game I could never win. Please, please forgive me, allow me a place in your kingdom.’
‘I have no kingdom, I rule no one, for that is not my way,’ Ms. Uncertainty sneered at him, ‘I let all go they wish. There is no control, no ability to contain situations that are not yours to begin with.’
Ms. Uncertianty walked through the crowds, head held high. She knew without fail that Mr. I Wanna would try to usurp but she did not care.
“When you accept that the future is uncertain, that you cannot dictate nor control, you will find peace and walk in the light.”
With golden sun before her and the blackness of control behind her, Ms. Uncertainty walked forward, never looking back.