Valerie / Vee

I've recently gotten back into Elite Dangerous, after a break of two years. o7

>static

alone
there is only the fall
when all the miracles are spent

intermittent connections slip by unseen
deceptive little blips dance on the radar
yet at the end only the static prevails

singing, tinging, chilling
ringing, clinging, drilling
pinging, stinging, killing

i can sense it in the rustle of the leaves
in the patter of water and the crackle of fire
and in the gaps between the songs

like a whispering, screaming, gnawing voice
it vibrates and sap through every fiber
the last drops of left-over strength

pinging, clinging, chilling
singing, stinging, drilling
ringing, tinging, killing

haunted by its subtle, repulsive force
and i fail not for lack of fighting
again and again i reach out in vain

quenchless but by your gentle touch
you, the quietude its seeks so rarely found
the warmth it needs remains ever elusive

ringing, stinging, chilling
pinging, tinging, drilling
singing, clinging, killing

with the static as my faithful companion
i shall know not rest or silence
the day ends as it began

@transeignante May I introduce you all to the song These Scars by Evergrey? It's also got strong trans vibes in my opinion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17hpCN7dIU8

>the poet and the warrior

You always travel at my side,
In danger you protect my hide,
You are so strong and proud and brave,
When you're around I know I'm safe.

So expertly you wield the quill,
And shape the words with greatest skill,
Companion in the darkest night,
Together we win every fight.

You lived through many bloody wars,
Now justice is your righteous cause,
How many kings did you defy,
All tyrants fear your battle cry.

You are as witful as you're nice,
And always help me with advice,
I cherish everything you say,
Many a word saved our day.

(written 2014, first published 2014-02-27)

@transeignante @miranda_blue Je l'ai rencontrée seulement sur Mastodon, mais chaque moment je l'ai trouvée une personne trop gentille, jolie, et de plein d'humour. 🤗

@transeignante To quote myself: Obviously the end goal of polyamory is for all polycules to merge together into a single planet-spanning network, concluding in the cybernetic merging of our minds into one giant collective, followed by the construction of a fleet of cubical space ships with which we can assimilate other planets into The Polycule.

It's been a few months since I last wrote a poem. While there's plenty I felt worth writing about - I also felt I had already written it all. I'd just keep repeating myself, over and over... so I decided I'd rather not.

But now I have some fresh ideas for what might open up a new chapter in my poetry.

>pantomimes

we're slaves to a dark crushing reality
bound to the depths and never truly free
by the giant ravenous we are swallowed whole
performing sacrifices, playing each our role

but we're also enthralled in a beautiful trance
enchanted and haunted by your wordless dance
and one day to slay them we shall defy the odds
good riddance, you whisper, to our deranged gods

now there's cracks in the surface, only vaguely outlined
our innate radiance for far too long outshined
feel beneath the pressure of a million tons
a glimpse of the fury of a thousand suns

but still in denial of that ancient power
unbroken the chains, even in darkest hour
salvation stolen and forever in silence
we sink alone into that voiceless defiance

and what do you behold beyond the unseen wall
why keep up the act, when is the curtain call
already gave us your all, even your very soul
you never, never, never merely played a role

(written 2024, first published 2024-09-17)

This poem was written to parts of the song Abbey of Synn by Ayreon:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJh0B0uWn1s

>blood and rain

Once upon a time a boy stood on a field,
He braved the elements as he held up his shield,
When blood was mixed with rain, he saw the tears she cried,
A source of inner strength let him become her knight.

Regardless of his fate or illness he might get
He just kept standing there, his clothes were soaking wet,
Determined to protect he did not feel the cold,
No one had thought that he could make a move so bold.

On the way back to the house his thoughts were running wild,
He felt so proud and strong, but he was just a child,
He thought he had defied the cold rain from above,
Much too late he found out he had been fuelled by love.

Afterwards she forgot the boy's heroic deed,
She did not recognize the strength his love had freed,
An adult once remarked his nerves were very strong,
But weakness had been running deep and hidden all along.

Their paths divided soon, he saw her seldomly,
And every time they met his heart jumped suddenly,
He never did confess what secretly he felt,
The coward yielded to the fear he'd be repelled.

All throughout his life the boy stood on this field,
He faced his fear too late, thus he kept up his shield,
Since that momentous day, when blood was mixed with rain,
Whenever he thinks back he relives all the pain.

Then, after many years, he'll spot her in a crowd,
He'll wait outside the door, the concert will be loud,
He will know that this chance might be his only one,
She will refuse, at last, and be forever gone.

(written 2013, first published 2013-05-10)

>day 846

i drew a bridge into the sand
your catalyst
my sacrifice
we only do what we must

everywhere you would step but across
out of sight
out of line
out of your goddamned mind

with words like thousand needles
how deep you cut
how long i bleed
together we shall drain all blood of meaning

let us not embrace before the grand collapse
and then it falls
and when we fall
one day you will understand the gravity

we raised glasses to a fragile peace
here's to our time
here's to the end
now feel wind scatter the remains

(written 2023, first published 2023-06-21)

Vu à Strasbourg aujourd'hui 😁👍