Oh, Ho White was not a virgin

she slept with every young prince

knew all the tricks of the trade

the men lusted after every creamy inch.

The Queen found out and was furious

because Ho White was the fairest

in the land, prettier than the Queen

she banished Ho White to the forest.

Told the huntsman to bring back her heart

after he, also, slept with the fair maiden,

he didn’t have the will to end her life

so he put a plump pig’s heart in a box, laden

Took it to the Queen who chortled

shaking her rolls of fat like grape jellies

realizing she was the fairest because

she made sure the other maidens’ bellies

were either dead or locked in towers

where they smelled and couldn’t take showers.

Ho White came to a little cottage

and found seven little dwarfs residing

named Storm, Thorn, Lance, Stud, Manfred,

Big Boy and Bud, all there abiding.

Luckily, although they were little in stature,

they were not little where it counted –

in fact, their unmentionables were huge

she couldn’t believe the size when they mounted.

She tried one out each day of the week

and sometimes, she had threesomes or more

she was so naughty and having a great time.

Queen found out, sent a poison apple to her door

Ho White ate the fruit and fell in a coma

only a prince could awaken her.

One day, a fair prince who had known

her in the past, saw her and asked “Whatzup?”

He remembered she was a good romp in the hay

so rubbed her body sensually with oil

she began to tingle and moan, “Oh, oh! more!”

and he did and she did and their blood began to boil.

And he swooped her up on his princely white horse

took her back to palace bed where she remained

deliriously romping with the Prince day and night

Happily Ever After! For it was all preordained!

{A dialogue between the Universal Creator and a Kingmaker}

"O Maker of Kings, the Sun has not yet completed its duties for the day.  Yet you stand before me with such determination and confidence.

O Maker of Kings, Twilight's faithful subjects are not ready to welcome its Master of Darkness. Yet you stand before me with a final decision.

O Maker of Kings, enlighten me. Which child of mine has robbed you of your soul that you so willingly sacrifice?”

"O Great Oneness, it is Desire", I whispered.

“O Maker of Kings, known for your compassion and generosity have you truly lost your mind and senses?

O Maker of Kings, known for your empathy and spirituality have we truly misjudged your wisdom?

Do you realise what you are asking for?  

Of all my children, Desire is not to be trusted.  She represents all the vices and sins you were warned never to commit by your Elders.

The fondness and love you will develop towards Desire will be nothing more than an addiction.  

Love her not and she might let you go.  But love her more and she will own your soul. “

"O Great Oneness I have made up my mind.  It is only Desire whose hand I seek in marriage.."

“O Maker of Kings, perhaps you were too hasty in your decision.  Allow me to grant you more time.   After all time is of the essence.  Time is all we know of.

O Maker of Kings choose but choose wisely this time.  But be warned once your lips have spoken there is no turning back.  

Not even the Universe and all the goodness it has bestowed upon you is allowed to turn back time.”

“O Great Oneness, Time is my biggest enemy for it continuously mocks me and reminds me of what I have lost.

“O Great Oneness this is my final decision.  It is only Desire who will be able to help me wage a war against Time."

“O Maker of Kings, then so be it.  To wed my child Desire, the dowry you will pay for her hand will be your soul.   Are you so willing to sacrifice your soul?”

“O Great Oneness, witness these tears of mine that overflows like the Ganges River.

O Great Oneness, the soul that you seek as a dowry payment is not mine to give.

O Great Oneness the soul that resides within this body does not belong to me.

O Great Oneness, how heartlessly you have forgotten the day you robbed me and my kingdom the rarest gem of all, my Soulmate.  

O Great Oneness, how callously you have forgotten the day you slaughtered and sacrificed my luminiferous Angel to the Son of Darkness.

O Great Oneness the man who stands before you is an orphan who has been robbed of everything he believed in.

O Great Oneness the man who stands before you is nothing but a walking living corpse kept alive for the pleasures of the Universe and the so called Gods.

O Great Oneness, the man who stands before you is an empty shell who has nothing left to lose but yearns to be embraced by death. 

And once again I find myself back on the same road walking aimlessly with no destination to reach to.

A highway where there is no existence of light, life, love, laughter and loyalty.

A highway where is no evidence of pureness, righteousness, spirituality or God.

A highway that reeks of darkness, death, hatred, sadness and betrayal.

A highway where there is no escaping from but doomed forever.

A hypnagonic state of mind I cannot seem to free myself from no matter how hard I try.  My cries for help goes unanswered despite both my hands raised begging.

My body aches from battle wounds that never seem to heal. My bare feet bleeds from walking on hell’s road garnished with spikes and broken glass. My bruised hands hurt from shielding the impact of my falls. 

The only sounds and vibrations that continuously keep me company are the shuffling of feet coming from the lucipherous demons who continuously dance around me. 

The sniggering laughter each time I fall from being shoved by one of them.

My one wing luminiferous angel fought hard and died a heroic death.  As I held him in my arms and wept, he begged for my forgiveness for failing in his warrior's oath and duty to protect me.

A slow and lingering death the warrior bearer of light died from as I watched the lucipherous demons greedily feast and suck the energy out of him. 

“Narasoma” they chanted in union as they drank from the nectar of immortality.  Each time the Cup of Life was filled and gulped from, I died a hundred deaths.

Each pain and suffering inflicted on my dying angel shot through my body a thousand times more for our souls were still bound by the spiritual umbilical cord.

Whispers of immortality echoed in the air.  The lucipherous demons watched in glee as my earthly blood was used to sharpen the blade.

The chanting became more and more frenzied as the sword was slowly raised high.

I looked at my dying angel for the last time and asked “Why me? What sins have my soul committed for God to have handed down such a severe sentence? 

He whispered, “You have been loved.”

Well, he's sort of a pet? Does it count if the critter adopts you rather than the other way around? We named him Frankie. Frankie the frog. A very large bullfrog. And Frankie decided that his natural habitat would include our swimming pool.

I like frogs. They are quite cute and interesting to look at, but I was also not the type of girl that would put one in her pocket. What I really don't like is frog poop, or poop of any kind for that matter. As we all know, a natural habitat will come with the excrement of its inhabitants and consequently, our white pool steps were becoming stained the color of brown, and plagued by bacteria, much to my dismay.

So we kept coaxing Frankie each day, a little further and further away from our pool, and each morning, he was back like clockwork, ready to do his business, an artist in his own right.

This is the part of the story that is harder to admit than decorative poop floating in my swimming pool. My husband decided to take Frankie further than he ever had, about five hundred feet away, pretty close to another neighbor's swimming pool. He really is neighborly, for the most part and I do believe he had no malicious intent. Or did he? If he was a bad person, he might have had Frankie meet an early demise. Right? Well, either way, no surprise, the next time we saw our neighbor she said, "There is this big bullfrog floating in my pool every morning. Are there any in your pool?"

"Nope." Said my husband, matter of factly.

Me and a few friends have decided to make a group known as SUDSU. (It stands for speak up don't shut up). It's to raise awareness for sexual assault and rape. I hope you check out the website, speakupdontshutup.weebly.com, or even subscribe to the YouTube account. Let's make a difference. Together.

Is this unveiling truly revealing something hidden deep beneath the surface?

Or is this just the tip of the iceberg peeking over the plateau?

Underneath.

How much further must you go before all is shown?

Do you know?

Do I even know anything truly about myself?

Or do I just go off of what others say or think about my mask?

When I lay myself down to rest and there is no need to hide from the rest but I am stuck with myself and this is the ultimate test.

Do you love yourself?

Do you know what it feels like to not hate yourself?

Do you know the difference?

Hate and anger and vengeance were my friends.

Since they've been stripped away...

I feel like I lost my demons.

What shall I carry on my back and shoulders now that the weight has been lifted?

I feel weird.

I feel light.

I feel fine?

But is that just denial and a lie?

Felt so used to being a ball of painful memories and it feels like something did electric shock therapy.

Or did my aunt really perform some unknowing exorcism on me?

Everything happens for a reason they say...

Part of me splitting away, part of me taking over and reigning in control.

Part of me feels gone...a huge chunk of my soul.

Are you still there or did something else get stolen from me? Another part of me.

Gone.

I wish my sister never did meth.

I wish she would go to rehab.

I wish God would fix her.

I wish I could do something about it.

But i have failed.

I just hope it's not too late.

I removed her glasses and gazed

at the cerulean beauty of her eyes.

I was enthralled by the promise

and sensuality there, diving

right into their welcoming depths.

I am never again going to be able

to disentangle from the

filmy surface of her orbs,

washed by the overwhelming

peace and tranquility

beneath her oceans.

I will be forever drawn

by her aqua depths

until I am swept away

by her hypnotic waves.

By Gary Agurries

 Right from the start 

You seen me for me

  No holding back

I was able to be free

Never something else

I had to pretend to be

You made this love thing

Seem so easy

When I’m with you

It’s  like, it’s supposed to be

There’s No guessing

There’s No mystery

You can be you

And I can be me

It’s so natural

We go together so naturally.

All because you get me

Like I get you

Can’t hide how I feel

You see right through  

When we’re together

There is no misunderstanding

You know exactly

exactly What I mean

We’re on the same page

Don’t have to explain a thing

We’re perfect for each other

As  perfect as can be

When your with me

it‘s like it’s supposed to be

There’s no guessing

There’s no mystery

You opened my eyes

And made me see

You showed me

That I can truly be happy

You get me

When I’m up

You get me

when I’m down

You got me

Back then

And you get me now

You get me

and I get you

There’s no doubt about that

As much as you get me I get you right Back..