I was born on Earth, around 406,144 km from the Moon. Those with multiple previous lives — there are more than enough on Vocal and beyond — may have been born elsewhere in the Cosmos, unlucky them. Maybe someone was born on the Moon too, as the artificial flying rock they were living on, or in, had to refuel. Some dust may have value for non-Earthlings, and Earth may have been dinosaur-heaven at that time, or with no apparent transmissible intelligence.
The Moon’s so-called smile was disappearing when I arrived, appearing as a waxing crescent. It smiled again, of course, as it always does, like a clueless Earthling (most lawyers are the worse, but that is a boring story). Earth turned out to be lovely on more than one level. Some places had been blessed by the same Cosmos; I was born near the most famous sea. I can only guess that I was lucky, somewhat, with only one life to live and a lot of love to write about.
I struggled, as most creatures do, first to walk straight and then to skip over all the bullshit that I discovered along the way, with several stains to show for it. Asshole is not so bad of a name when everyone is an asshole. The problem lies with those that are more than one; the multi-asshole variety that lands from all walks of life, some of them insisting they had multiple lives. An asshole is an asshole is an asshole and so on until their first and last life, which is often one and the same.
Two leaves meet — it happens too often — in a transparent vase and fall in love. The water is cool, the light is adequate, but the environment is stale. Their stems touch and so do their spirits. They were meant for each other, so the Cosmos claimed by putting them together, as a tragedy in the making, with no big or small bang to soften the blow of their sudden but certain oblivion, one after the other, adding more suffering to the mix of reality is the asshole rex.
But leaves are not humans, although the latter tend to leave for one reason or another. Leaves are greener with invisible teeth that never bite, except the light. Humans eat everything, including each other, as the coined term, cannibal, goes, forgetting — often out of ignorance — to run. There are reminders along the way that may look like a path for those looking for signs of control over the usual and unusual. The shortest distance between two points is rarely a straight line.
Athena looked both beautiful and wise
Serenading to me to fall asleep
Softening my mindful stance with Her eyes
Holding my regard upon Her breast-deep
O Goddess of yesterday in my cries
Let me come closer before You and leap
Evermore sensing Your Grecian disguise
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Please note that Asshole, a.k.a Greta Room, is the name of one of my narrators; the newest, at less than a year. The following is one of her worst narrations.
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Love Can Kill - Perhaps a Poem
They say that love can kill
I can tell you it does
This is my second life
And it is getting worse
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I met Her on a statue
On screen after screen
Likenesses forever
I encountered the real one
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I can’t tell you Her name
It’s a blessing for one
Mortal from time to time
One always passionate
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Zeus disavowed the idea
Of His daughter with a man
And a mortal no less
And already half-dying
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I persevered within without
Most of the beauty of Her words
Their wisdom struck a teary cord
As I knew anew, I love Her
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Patrick M. Ohana your writing style is engaging and thought-provoking, blending elements of poetry and prose to create a unique and captivating reading experience. Keep up the great work!