Saturday, August 29, 2015

Feeling the Love

Love is different for men. Like women, they seek love, but it's different, trust, commitment and loyalty, like an Oath of Fealty given to medieval kings, are more of what men seek.Of course in our modern times the Oath is much softer, but still it's an oath. But men often ask themselves if they have found the love they are looking for, especially in this age where the lines of relationship, love, gender, and sex are more blended together and fuzzy than in previous ages. But I do not have all the answers for I am a poet and a dreamer.

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 Alas theses are my thoughts for today, I have found my love she is my Queen forever, but there are times I still ask if this is the love I've sought and the answer is yes. It brings to mind a song by Whitesnake--"Is This Love," to all the men, may you find a lady Oathtaker to fulfill your dreams.



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Sunday, August 23, 2015

The Challenge

It's been told that once there was a great celebration thrown by Rurl, the Elf King of the Slavs who became bored with his daily routines. He decided to invite Naye, queen of the fairies, who he secretly had a crush on, so he sent messengers to  invite the fairies, but Queen Naye decided to invite Burh, king of the dwarfs, who she admired. King Burh in turn invited his friend, Mo-Mo the head of the trolls.

The celebration was held in King Rurl's sacred glen of Candea, with it's giant oak's, plush green grasses and a clear blue lake beneath an enchanted waterfall.
Elves, fairies, dwarves and trolls came from near and far streaming into the glen. King Rurl, Queen Naye, King Burh, and Mo-Mo sat upon a high grassy knoll over-looking the festivities, where the music was lively, the food plenty and the mead flowed freely, causing drunken elves, fairies, dwarves, and trolls to mingle amongst each other. Elves played pranks upon the dwarves while dwarves and trolls chased the fairies frolicking in the lake and lush grasses.

Upon the knoll, the kings and Queen Naye discussed various events between their cups of mead, suddenly a small rain cloud drifted above lightly showering the knoll, King Rurl raised is glass and said, "Thank you Perun for watering my glen."
" Oh no", chimed Naye, "thanks should go to  Taranis."
King Burl stood and with his low voice said,"We should thank Thor, for there is no better."

Thus, they debated on who was the best Thunder God. But when they had no answer at the end of four days  they decided to have a contest with the prize of a thunderbolt. A bright silver thunderbolt with embedded streaks of blue and green gems. Crafted by the dwarves, enchanted by the elves and sprinkled with magical fairie dust, the bolt would streak through the sky displaying brilliant colors and thunder so deafening that it would echo for days.

The contest took place upon Mount Valdanya, upon the plateau sat the judges, King Rural was dressed in a forest green tunic with a black cape, next to him, Queen Naye, her long brown hair touched her wings at the shoulders, her red cape billowed showing her iridescent dress, next to her sat King Burl, dressed in dark gray throughout with sparkles of silver, and next to him Mo-Mo, his dirty blonde hair trailing off his brown tunic.

Perun was the first to arrive, he came within a black cloud swirling embedded with lighting, he touched down lightly, his black cape unfurled revealing his mighty sword. His dark eyes glowed and his low voice rumbled as he spoke,"Bring on your challenge for I am the only true Thunder God."
Suddenly, the wind swirled as grayish clouds streaked across the sky with rumbles of thunder, from the clouds descended Taranis with his solar wheel in hand, he stood in front of the judges and stroked his brown beard, "No challenge is too great for me for I rule the sky."
Minutes later an icy wind blew across the plateau as funnel clouds appeared, thunder and lighting announcing the arrival of Thor carrying his hammer Mjollnir, "I accept your challenge for I am the only Thunder God."

All the judges bowed before King Rurl stood and said,"We are honored that you have accepted our challenge. There will be three events, one of the best creative lighting, second, the most sounding thunder and third a drinking contest on which of you can drink the most mead within three days. Do you agree to these terms?" "I Perun agree," raising his sword.
 "I Taranis agree," raising his solar wheel.
Thor raised his hammer, "I too agree, but I want to see the thunderbolt."
King Burh clapped his hands and four trolls appeared carrying four large quivers of thunderbolts, taking out a bolt King Burh walked past each contestant, the bolt shined brilliant silver with auras of blue and green. Upon the gods satisfaction the contest began.

 Perun was first, throwing his cape over his  shoulder, he gripped the hilt of his sword, raised it above his head and plunged it into the rock. Heavy streams of lighting shot out in every direction, crackling energy surged through the ground and brightness lit the sky. Perun looked at the judges, "I am the god of lighting."

Taranis stepped forward shaking his head, "I was not impressed," he placed his solar wheel on its edge and spun it, like a coin on a table top, lighting danced from the clouds in snake-like patterns. Picking up the wheel, he threw it across the sky like a discus causing the snake-like lightening to explode with bolts going in every direction giving the appearance of brilliant stars.

The judges looked in awe as Thor took his place,  his blond hair swayed in the wind and his blue eyes flashed as he raised Mjollnir and bounced it off the ground propelling it high into the sky where it stayed suspended casting out bolts of lighting that appeared to bounce erratic from cloud to cloud and mountain top. Then the mighty hammer plummeted, embedding in the ground on a clap of thunder signaling the start of the second event. Thor tapped the hammer numerous times lightly upon the ground. Thunder echoed in small intervals then gradually became louder, then became soft, then loud again before it broke into crackling thunder. Thor smile at the judges, "I am the God of Thunder."

Taranis took his solar wheel, suspending it in the air he spun it end over end. Thunder started soft in the distance and grew louder as lighting kept pace, louder and louder the thunder sounded, then with a brilliant light, a giant clap of thunder echo across the sky. Taranis grabbed his wheel and faced the judges, "I am the maker of thunder."

Perun bowed to the judges, threw back his cloak  and pierced his mighty sword into the rock and moved it side to side like a pendulum. The thunder arose sounding like drum beats. The sword was then spun like a top, the drum beats remained with rhythmic thunder in between, sounds crescendoed until they  blended into a bellowing roar of thunder. The sword stopped and Perun raised it above his head. "No one is greater with thunder than I."

The judges uncupped their ears and whispered between themselves, then Mo-Mo stood and clapped his hands. Three trolls appeared each with a goblet and placed them on the judges table as Mo-Mo said, "These goblets are filled with the finest elf mead and their refill is never ending, come sit and drink while we go and discuss our decision." And with that the judges arose and disappeared.

So the three great gods of thunder and lighting sat, drank mead, told stories, agreed that the mead was the finest they've had and laughed. A while  later Queen Naye reappeared along with three trolls who placed the quivers of thunderbolts on the table. "Oh greats gods," she said, "we have decided that you are all great and equal. Therefore, you may have the thunderbolts. We also want to thank you for the light show that you provided for our celebration," pointing down to the glen below.  Then with a raise of her hand she and the trolls were gone.

The Gods drank some more and then took out the bolts for inspection, upon which, the bolts dissolved into a pile of metal ore. "What magic is this?" boomed Perun, holding the metal dust in his hand,"We've been fooled," knocking over his goblet. The mead spilled over the plateau turning into rain and falling upon thousands of elves, fairies, dwarves, and trolls who ran for shelter laughing and drunk. Many stumbled out of the glen amidst the downpour while others basked within the showers.
On the plateau, the gods watched the spectical. "I should have known never to trust an elf," said Perun,
"Or a fairie," said Taranis,
"Dwarves and trolls will follow anyone" chimed Thor.
They sat back, picked up their goblets, drank and laughed at their being tricked. Their laughter turned into rolling thunder and sparks of  lighting filled the skies from them beating on the table. It lasted for four days before it stopped.

Hence, one should never trust mischievous elves, fairies, dwarves, and trolls. Just ask the Thunder Gods.










Saturday, August 1, 2015

R.I.P. Cecil

The story of Cecil, the world's beloved lion, who's tragic end involved him being lured out of his protected reserve, then hunted down,shot with a bow and arrow, then shot to death 40 hours later then skinned and beheaded for a trophy has been the talk of social media. Recently, the men who lured Cecil from the reserve have been arrested and Zimbabwe officials are looking to extradite Minnesota dentist, Walter Palmer for killing Cecil.

But Cecil's tragic story has far more reaching effects, it's about our coexisting with nature, loving the earth instead of raping the trees, poising the water and fracking the land. It's living in harmony with her children, like Cecil, instead of hunting them for their hides, heads or other trophies, casting species after species into total extinction. Cecil was the head of two prides, his siblings will probably be killed by his successor, thus the way of nature and its delicate balance. In the end, we need to prove as a society that  we're the most intelligent animals on the planet instead of the heartless beings that will eventually destroy our precious Earth and all its beauty.

R.I.P Cecil, may your spirit rest peacefully within the embrace of Brig for all eternity.