This is my truth:
You stand for what
you believe in,
foremost of those
being your friends.
You stand for what's right,
even for adversaries,
because what is right
is what you hope
to receive.
You love without question,
because love permits us
to escape the prison of ourselves,
to touch another
and break them free as well.
This is my truth,
even if you disagree,
respect mine,
as I try to respect
yours.
© Tortured Cyclone 2015
Don't tell me
my feelings are invalid.
That what I speak of
is a mere illusion.
You can judge from experience
of your own circumstances
but not having walked
in my shoes,
how can you say
that what I feel isn't true?
And what law says
that you are right
and I am wrong,
just because 99%
of the world agrees
with your view?
© Tortured Cyclone 2015
It hurts me
To have let you go,
Yet it was done
To save ourselves
From total destruction,
Hoping one day,
We'll heal.
The fall of
the American Camelot
was not in the fall of '63,
but the fall of Saigon.
What is the truth
to be found in beauty?
The slumbering spirit
of the exquisite lurking
just out of view in so many things,
revealed for all to see
so very infrequently.
What honesty can be seen,
when the truth lies unglimpsed?
Too much goes unappreciated
because many people,
far more than should,
draw a line of demarcation,
stating beauty can only be skin deep,
when the precious essence
of what is beautiful blooms in everyone.
All you need are the eyes,
and the courage,
to look deeper into the world around you.
© Tortured Cyclone 2015
@TorturdCyclone
The fall of Camelot
came not by a dagger.
No, indeed,
it came when a heart
fell in love with another.
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Fall of Camelot
Rope
'Tween heart & mind
Pulled taut
In the glorious time
Their bodies met
All thought fell away
Along with regret
Perfect souls meeting
For one night
Forever questioning
In the light of day
Lancelot & Guinevere
A love that slipped away
Through cruel hands of fate
She left with a warning
To never again
Look upon her face
Yet she haunted his every thought
For in his heart
No other maiden
Could replace
As her last breath slipped out
She called his name
A silent shout
He heard her call
Felt the fall
A time that would never be
A love
He would never again see
Only Merlin foresaw
the fall of Camelot,
but no one believed
that Arthur would fall
except for the doubts
in Arthur's soul.
It's here, the fall of Camelot.
Her knight in shining armour betrayed their love.
The pallid witch smiles her hatred.
Love dies.
Some say love,
it is a madness
that only leads to grief.
Some say love,
it is a tempest
that wrecks beyond belief.
Some say love,
it is a firestorm
consuming everything.
I say love,
it is the music
that taught my heart to sing.
("The Rose", performed by Bette Midler)
The fall of Camelot, a story composed of many things, hinges mainly on the age old tale of jealousy and greed. Feuding and fighting, laced with affairs and treason, show that the downfall came from many reasons. The table was divided by plots and schemes. Factions and parties continued to stir up things. Lancelot romanced the queen while Mordred was evilly scheming. Using their deception as a ploy, Mordred set his eyes on stealing. The throne was what he long did covet, but Arthur stood in his way. Through trickery and forging, with Mordred the throne did lay. Once he had ensured that the mighty Arthur was slain, he was able to continue his dream to control and reign. With such turmoil abound, the noble court became unmanned. The biggest problem with Camelot: a kingdom divided by itself cannot stand.
(originally published on Uink.ca - reprinted with author's permission)
One of the greatest gifts
given us by our Constitution
is the right to speak our minds,
to choose how we wish
our pursuit of happiness to proceed.
As long as the pursuit
does not lead to harm to others,
I will stand and champion
the right for self-determination
of anyone, even an enemy.
Because that's what I believe is right.
© Tortured Cyclone 2015
