Yuki kōgō ryō heika (Snow Empress)

Swords flashed...Steel against steel...contention in the air...
She wiped her mouth with the end of her kimono sleeve...Blood in snow...she thought looking at it an indeed all around it was so... The claret of her opponents blood stark against the snow... This was the second time... This was the second time they had nearly got her life...
So much for being the empress... She picked up her sword and wiped it... Japan has never seen so many wars before... My husband...He died...So I took over the reigns and became empress... Now, my kingdom has been defeated by invading armies from the west... And I'm in exile... At least that's what the king promised... Being a brave Samurai I did not give up my throne easily...He wanted to slash my throat and end my life... But my ever loyal subjects fearing for my life convinced him to only exile me and he should spare m life and I'll never come back to the kingdom... I've kept my promise of not going back to Toyonokuni... But he hasn't kept his promise... His assassins have followed me here...all the way to Hiroshima...
She gently put her sword back in its cover... and got on her horse... her ever loyal 'Yuki no kesshō (Snow Crystal)' she had christened him... It was his neighing which had alerted her in the first place... They rode slowly ahead like serene nomads... The empress' raven hair fluttered around her ivory face... her scarlet lips a starkly prominent... Her face as dignified as ever... Imperious Empress... swift hand... swift blows... grace of a swan...  
     

Poison People

Look around you while walking on a busy urban street...More often than not you will come across a type of 'point and laugh' people whom I would like to call the mockers... They think they are the framers of society... They're the ones who think that they make the rules... That they're the ones who can decide whether a person is socially in or not... They think its in their power to outcast people  they don't like over frivolous things like the way they dress or the way they talk (here I mean if someone doesn't know a language well enough, and obviously cuss word slingers are almost worshiped).... To name a few views, they think people who don't cake their faces with makeup are ugly but the ones who do are called slags... Really you must have heard the story of the man, his horse and his wife... The same applies here but unfortunately no one stands up to these poisonous snakes... For that's what they are...Behind their pretty plastic faces lie a dark insecurity, a dark desire to taunt... And the ones who do try to stand up to them, they throw dust in all of  society and outcasts them... I have noticed, many of the intellectuals and artists have always been outcasts starting from Galileo to Monet... Strange is the world... Ever paying attention and importance to frivolity and plasticity...

The Psycho-kinetic

"Has no one taught you?" the slender girl said softly as she stood up from the pool of her blood, "Not to mess with a psycho-kinetic?" The lady in front of her took a step back, the sound of her high heels echoing in the dark... "Now where did you shoot me?" she said softly as if she was talking to herself. The lady watched in amazement as a bullet suddenly jutted out the girl's stomach high in the air. As the girl drew herself up, she could feel the amount of energy in the quiet street, and suddenly she was afraid, very afraid. The bullet was hurled away by the girl, without touching it.... The girl's wrath was evident as she spread out her hands like talons behind her and the ground started moving in a crescent shape around her, the earthy column raised itself to a few hundred feet menacingly behind her and she shouted, "WHO SENT YOU HERE?"
As the writhing mass of earth rushed towards the lady slashed at it with her large claws which had sprouted from her knuckles... 'What level is she?' she thought frantically...Herman said Tasha was an easy assignment as she was only a child... but we were so wrong... 
"WHO SENT YOU HERE?" Tasha bellowed, her ianthine eyes glowing with anger. Fueled with her anger she ripped bricks from the nearby buildings, streetlights and all...  She suspended them inches above her and said softly, "Now now, if you're not going to relent we will have to do it the hard way..."

Insensitivity (A sharp look at today's social mentality)

We all live

We all die

That does not begin to justify you

~Evanescence-Bleed~

So we've progressed into the 21st century with our new and advanced technologies... and modern ways of thinking... Now for a moment let's stop the world... sit down with our bare selves... And ask ourselves the simple question... Do we really mean what we say and do we really say what we mean?... Are we actually doing what we say?... Do we do things after logical analysis or are we just animals following our impulses and satisfying our regressive egos? Do we take time before a decision? Do we take to think before telling a person something?

Insensitivity is a growing trend... Most think this is due to fashion trend and blame the youth of today as they believe the kids have no value system... while I believe that insensitivity has always been a part of society... like intolerance and lack of freedom of expression... No the conservative old man/woman you can't judge a person's worth without knowing him/her... you're not God and you definitely do not have the right to instigate a person further... If you're only there to mock and laugh at a person's suffering and pain and cannot acknowledge a human being's value of life and right to privacy and expression then I suggest you leave the person in question alone... Rather than instigate to them to take their life...

I guess... society is generally made up of a bunch of invisible 'they'. 'THEY'... almost every adult wonders what 'they' would say if they or their kin behaved and acted in a certain way.... And 'God Forbid' if 'THEY' say bad stuff about you and think badly of you... It would surely be the end of the world... Surely my son/daughter should even have matching 'social' thoughts and way of dressing... We wouldn't be accepted in society and would be outcasts... I ask a daring question here. What if your child's views are different from this herd mentality  and what if they want to be true to themselves... Would you allow it? or would you force your rules and regulations on the child... I believe many do... they're insensitive and wouldn't accept the fact that even their children go through pain but are not willing to admit it as the thought doesn't massage their egos... The kids recoil in fright and try harder to please but in the end... end up harming themselves and increase their pain hundredfold...
 

The Loving & Genuine Art Community

by http://artistshospital.deviantart.com/

The reaper's kneeling at your field taking in what you've sown

Can't help feeling apprehension

No point in waiting, for a rating for what you have grown

Look for liquid consolation

If I act accordingly will it save my humanity

You're either you or a loyalty disowned

Well excuse me

Who was it who wanted every sec of the fifteen minute flame of fame 

A name to last for all eternity

Who was it who wanted ingratiation beyond definitions

When love alone is enough to set you free

--Poets Of The Fall-15 Min Of Flame--

I'm tired of hubris... I'm tired of hypocrisy...I'm tired of this masquerade that people have built up over the years... perpetually changing masks... taking off one and putting on another... so quickly...its a blur...                    

What about the ones... the ones who want to hold true to themselves... the one who are true... why are they always broken.... In this I believe... The Art Community Stands Out... I believe we're probably the thought of as the most brazen...most earthy community... And that we can't keep our opinion to ourself however horrible they might be... But if only the earthly mortals were to look a little closer... they would find the most genuine, open and loving community there is... For they always express what they're genuine feeling are... for instance if you like their work... an immediate response of gratitude is received... if you don't like it... they don't go around on a self pity rampage...instead they ask you where they went wrong... The next thing... whatever you're craft is or you're just a lover of fine art... you're accepted and no one makes you feel out of place... Unlike the laymen... I guess laymen should probably learn a thing or two from the community they generally like to outcast... Mind you we're all social outcasts most of the time...We're respected and loved here... And wouldn't leave it for the world... this community... no matter what happens...    

Incense

Fragrance wafts into my nostrils and my head begins to turn as it gets entrapped in a trance... the scent of jasmine fills the room

Heartless

We live our lives...the rules of a heartless society...no freedom of 'affection'...a society that can't tolerate the expression of love...of affection... filled with hypocrisy...It would rather see people wither away to dust from being unloved...from not knowing love....      

Solitude

 Have a little more of not enough

More of what is less but isn't love

Little of the same you're dreaming of

That's enough, that's enough.

~Poets Of The Fall-Overboard

Loneliness hangs over me. Comfortably covering me with her veil. Nothing matters anymore only solitude. My head is clearer now... more than ever... Freed from the world... the mind flies... no more bondage... no more norms... My true self is bare and for the first time in my life i'm not self-conscious... I can finally be myself... My wings are poised ready for flight... The azure awaits my flight... My soul is one with me again... The world doesn't matter... doesn't matter in the end... 

Broken Wings

She lay by the side of the glade, her wings splayed by her side, tainted with crimson. Her light ianthine eyes reflected her sadness... Her dreams resided in her wings... Now they were broken... Her long feathers fluttered at her feet... Signalling the end of her flight... It seems she had flown too high... near the sun... Her wings exhausted brought her crashing down... And she remembered with a twinge of pain how she had fallen headlong from the pure cerulean sky... her feathers fluttering in the sky... Their markings still clear in her mind...every ridge... She saw her dreams fall away... She had become a fallen angel...   

Conversation Between Two Intimate Souls

"I tainted you."

"I protected you."

"I'm fire. I've burnt your life already."

"You're hiding something, I know you since eternity. Pain is burning you from inside. Everyone hurt you. Everyone burnt you. Give me a chance. I'll turn things around. Pain strangles your throat while the thought of our separation shatters your heart. You and I are one. We are nothing without each other."

"We may be two halves of one entity but we can't stay together. The moon has addled your brain. Open your eyes... I'm not the diamond you think I am. I'm merely the atramentous coal that burns everything when it itself starts burning. Are you sure you want to join your soul with mine?"

"I love you too much to care..."