Karma, Meet Destiny

That whore, karma, had finally made her way around, and had just bitch-slapped me right across the face. The realization only made me cry harder.” ― Jennifer Salaiz
So?
Karma, you keep me coming back to find all that I lost. Don’t you have something for me? I think you left me for another lover and perhaps you’ve found your happiness, but didn’t you leave anything for me? You took things from my secret hidden places and left me wondering, where are they? You show up uninvited, demanding me to give you more, what about what you stole? People tell me that you’re fair and they envy the times you show up and kick ass. “Karma did this,” or “You deserved what Karma gave you.” Without omniscience and wisdom we only see the side that pleases us, making us cruel and vindictive, especially in judgment. My quarrel is not with them, it’s with you Karma. I call the courts of heaven to bear witness that you’ve take much more than what’s necessary. What do you want me to do with all this emptiness you’ve left behind? The cupboard doors swing in the breeze from open windows, signs that you left me with nothing to build on. I’ve something for you Karma, she’s quite the beautiful creature and tells me that no matter what you did, she’ll stay with me. You know her I believe, her name is Destiny. I’m going to make love to her and in that cold place you left, we’ll find peace and plan to take revenge on you; then you two bitches can fight over me all night. Now go away Karma, I don’t care about your tricks, I’m content knowing my divine Destiny will hold me and guide me through the prisons of your subtle ways. I’ll not always be your bitch Karma, so let me reap what I sow, because right now, I’ve thrown up the middle finger to your cruel punishments.
Also published in Broowaha

Unthankful – Provision taken for granted

 “People never remember the million times you help them, only the one time you don’t.” 
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It never fails, when I extend to help

I get slapped back, when I’m all out
Makes me want, to never help again
Kick you all to the curb, it ain’t no sin.
Can’t you be thankful, for the plenty I did
Stop complaining, a little trouble within.
Why when you leave, do you have to cuss?
Didn’t sound like that, when you got off the bus.
Sweet sweet words, you spread it thick
Now when I’m spent, you don’t give a lick.
So take your stuff, and go down that road
Karma will pin you, when you’ve grown old.
11/22/11
                                        

Hammer – Wisdom in the glyphs

 “All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.”
Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam
My dwarven frame easily pulled the hammer from the tree. Only the handle revealed what nature had covered in growth, the bark swelling over the mauls head, hiding its width. Lightning is what freed the dull aged tool from its captivity in the trees belly. I studied it with curiosity, swinging it and flipping it in my hand with instinctual proficiency. My trade gave me ample strength, spending long hours with pick and spade pulling trinkets from greedy stones in the ground. Thinking nothing of it, I slung it across my back and meandered down the muddy trail. Noon came, and looking for my daily treat of fruit from my trees, I discovered that all within easy reach were picked clean. I’m not lazy but I really didn’t want to climb my bulky girth up those darned trees, so with my dwarven ingenuity, I thought to sling my hammer into the tree to obtain my bounty. With a mighty heave my new friend flew into the fruit laden branches dropping their delicious meals in a scattered buffet. Thinking the hammer to have gone through the branches and fallen elsewhere, I turned to the fruit. Right as I bent over, I heard a rustle and whoosh behind me. Turning to see what fate had in store I caught the hammer right in the chest. Knocking me to ground, I liedthere stunned by a new bruise and this thought, “the hammer came back!” Now that I knew what to expect, I played with it. I enjoyed this little trick of magic that made life easy, however, at times I grew angry and threw her without a thought and she, being without mercy, would come back with her own ferocity and near take my head off. After suffering one to many broken ribs and a couple of black eyes, which, if not for my dwarven constitution, may have knocked me senseless and never to recover, I rubbed her and looked closely. During my curious examination I saw, in dirty and molded letters, this inscription, “Be vigilant where you throw me, for I am your word”.

Imposter – Revenge is not mine

“Everything I want to hear, or afraid to
Spoken with sweetness, I’m lied to
Clothed in harlot’s dresses, draw me close
Words sweet in duress, imposter I chose
Winking with sultry eyes, words conceal
My ruin never to come, imposter revealed”
– DMW

 

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Sitting right next to me, I know what you just said. How can you just smile at me? What hardness must come over your heart to slide the knife of hatred and slander through my ribs, pushing deeper with every traitorous word? Taking joy in my pain, clapping your hands in my suffering, slow yourself down. Today it is my lot to take on these trials, but soon, my Judas, the dish of pain will be yours to savor. Your punishment will be sure as the rising of the sun; and gradual though it may be, the full heat of the day will bear on your life, burning the flesh of your cowardly soul. Joy is not mine, as it was yours, to see suffering, I wish for you to learn the error of your wayward tongue. Perhaps you will grow, or perhaps you will perish; karma has you pinned down now and soon you will see, with vivid detail, the writhing of a suffering a soul, for it will be yours only to bear that heavy load.