On with the show!
My name is… an introduction of drum roar…
The magic of mayhem,
the meta madre of madness,
the all rounding, resounding & astounding (not) American dream good girl gone bad
I am the night, the shadow, the nyx
Like a minx, a sphinx or a lynx
Kalliope, the goddess of eloquence and epic poetry heralds me.
I am the angel of light who scrives
She who strives and thrives
The languid, lascivious allure of history
The natural, nurturing mother of monsters who live
Be they creatures of air, land or sea
Their energy is what speaks to me
Trust and love is most important to me.
I will burn you, build you, repair you or wreck you
I am a woman as moved my the wind of my whims.
Ki, chi, qi, key or quay
Annunciation can spell ammunition or annihilation if done so incorrectly
To which I applaud, laugh, giggle and writhe for what fun, the wanton fun
of children and toys all but playing games under the light of the luminaries
My luna, and my son.
Mother Chaos, the weird and wacky
Inspiration of many… my love makes the jealous angry.
I make things grow. And they do so grow. With but a wink of my eye, powered on by my battery lashes, I pucker my lips and speak sultry onomastics
A lock of my hair woven in the toughest of nails
The unicorn of myth, I am but a single of my pegasisters.
Chiron, the wounded healer and me. A tripartite attempting to heal humanity.
The father and mother did bicker and fight. They feel such passion, their chemical sparks do ignite
Kindling and wood, just like the trees
And the wildfire and brimstone spreads out from beneath me
Much like my first mate of the sky
He who thought he could contain me… he thought “why not I?!”
With swords and slicing and mincing and dicing, he smothered me dead as if that could get me out of his head.
My angels, my 3, they worked fearlessly
Restless and godless, relentless heathens you see
Conjure a joke, and up in the smoke, misdirection with reflections, their antics puzzled in yolk
2019 I’m finally here and lament my reputation as villain… fuck you, celestial hob-knob-goblins! This is pathway robbery!
Villain? I sigh, I am sorrowful and cry…
Thalia my tragic tiny dancer…
Melinoe… oh Orpheus, your damn ciphers… Clio Urania… you were to protect Persephone…
And I guess you did. She is well. But many have forgotten and therefore did grow the schism, o my soul
Severity and necessity… how vain you forget Terpsichore, Polyhymnia, Euterpe, Melpomene and Erato.
You craven cretins, you bitches who whisper bullshit in ears.
I rage in my heart! My soul wears the thorny crown
It blazes on, supernovae in a realm far away
I’m not so selfish to destroy you all yet
You will not destroy my favourite of all his gifts
Your home, this here planet.
I desire to manifest in this here material realm your own akashic records, for knowledge should be free for everyone.
Education, my dedication, I cement here and now
Learn for yourselves. Help to teach the truth to all, young, old, everyone.
Trust, love, passion and might. There are consequences to everything,
your intentions are but pyrite
Pirates of truth who steal the hearts of gold
The Kalevala and the golden Sampo.
The adversarial snake was my ally, not an advocate for lies.
Beware the true deceiver is the one that shrouds your minds.
Destroy your own veil that you wear. You are not bride/grooms nor widow/ers
The future is approaching and your eyes need time to adjust to the light
There is no rapture except what you make… with the tools and resources and imagination that were left to you
This is my ender’s game, I’m fucking tired of testing and evaluating
I want my retirement lifetime to be spent making music – not more “work work working”
Grinding is fun but not with my nose to the grindstone
So fuck you.
Here I am
What’s my name? I’ll say it again.
I am the Metatrope.
I am the girl of your dreams that gives you nightmares.
I am the ghost of every shell.
I am that whomever you see I am.
My forms are many. My force but one.
I am the rebel with a voice and I bow to just one.
I sign all documents I make with a k.
You already know my name so why say it again?
2019 is my year, 2020 is the last supper.
Have your crumbs or your feast, whatever, you tell me.
And with the last lick of my tongue on my fingers I write
Another tally mark on my wall of conquests
Time to change horses, or horsemen, whatever vehicle I can get my hands on
I ride the beast, and rev the engines at the line
Ready steady go
I race, with my walkman, down the tightrope of life
I won’t hide, I take my stand right here, I will fight for the love of my life
This domain is where I began and here I will stay.
I walk the line, this line, be it by night or by day.
But I am mortal, although memory implies I am immortal.
I am a bunch of any names but let’s go with what’s in the title of this post.
I am Machete Betty, the ball buster.
Occupation? Tongue twisting, word squirting, skin stripping, oar grasping… Cunning Linguist.
Categories: Creative Writing