stir your soul with passionate tongue whips
while painting your thighs in sensuous nips
until caught in ecstasy – your love joy drips
this castle is most ominous
since becoming Overlord of the Realm
Zwénne has rejected our father’s example
no celebration resounds the greatrooms
no joy warms the hallways, or towers
this long proud and mighty old structure
now a soulless abode of dark magic
it has become cold and foreboding
and rumored most dangerous
even deadly for those that dare enter
but I know they are not just rumors
there is undoubtedly a murderous evil
that dwells within its walls
undead and otherworldly evil
since conjuring the spirit
of Döxys, the blood beast
and having been thus possessed
Zwénne has become bloodthirsty
mindlessly violent and cruel
now a ruthless predator
whom I have come to slay
would that this task were not mine
but I have been charged herewith
by the supreme council of wizards
Zwénne is my fallen elder brother
and by decree, under this 3rd moon
in the presence of his perverse court
by my hand alone, he must die
no turning back now, this must be done
and I must do it, but I am terrified
I hesitate at the heavy castle door
attempting to gain much needed composure
I slow my heartbeat, steady my breathing
I lift the iron latch, the lock clicks
the massive door unseats inwardly
this is it, fate has dealt the cards
I am both prisoner and executioner
trapped hopelessly in this horrible plot
I search my soul to find the courage
to take the life of my own flesh & blood
I swing the door open ever so gradually
eyes darting, mind racing, heart pounding
I step in…
DAY 13
she was a daughter of diablo
she was so very young
but definitely about to blossom
blasting off to planet gorgeous
but this beauty was deadly
she swooped into my life
as might some space invaders
swift powerful and cunning
true to her vowed assassin’s creed
she was sworn to be the ruin of me
tempting me with her honey mine
and I certainly considered it
luscious as it promised to be
but I was fully alert to her scheme
my senses on overwatch
I was acutely hyper-vigilant
the portal to my soul
would not fall open to her
she would not be my doom
I knew her dark agenda
It was foretold in the elder scrolls
but her tantilizing voice was seductive
words rolled from her supple lips
sugar sweet as enchanted candy
crushing the will of the weak
but I would not be lost
not drawn helplessly intoxicated
into her heady myst of lies
my destiny was to defeat this devil
to denounce her evil unreal fantasies
I am Zak – protector of this safe space
warning all harboring dark intent
to steer clear of this sacred realm
trespassers will feel my power quake
like a vengeful angered god of war
my torchlight of blessed welcome
burns always for the pure of heart
but I will drive the dark souls
back down the stoney path of exile
lost into the pit of the damned
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rob kistner © 2019
stained
with the ghosts
of salmon
harbingers
of human disregard
for nature
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At 72, I have grown up immersed in a climate of blatant prejudices, and the related verbal slurs. I have also been exposed first hand to the social movements that have arisen to strike out against the prejudices harbored against race, gender, sexual preference, ethnicity, physical disability, age, and others. While not personally engaged in these movements, I have always felt they were just.
However, I have learned that in addition, I’ve also been “unconsciously” conditioned not to recognize the more subtle prejudices that now have a social light shined upon them. I am not knowingly prejudice because I feel no animosity toward these groups I mentioned. I grew up with, and still have “black” friends, “gay” fellow band members, and a “ Chinese woman” doctor. These are people I value as part of my life. I ‘think’ benignly at times with these adjectives in association with them, never voicing such. There’s no thought or intent of it being a form of prejudice. It is simply what I understand I see when I look.
I know the terms that I consider derogatory descriptors, find them highly objectionable, and don’t use them, out of respect and decency. But in recent years, exposed to the PC environment, these terms are now prejudicial. It is a very confusing time for this old man. Difficult to be learning that these terms are now considered to be provocative, that I’m apparently hopelessly preconditioned to be insensitive, even prejudiced. There are terms and acronyms today, related to sex and gender, completely unfamiliar to me.
As I said, this is confusing to this old man. I am trying to learn, but with my health and age essentially isolating me from daily social interaction for the past 8 years – it is hard to know what constitutes evolving PC thinking. Difficult to realize you’re out of step.
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rob kistner © 2019