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Queen of Thrones

7/30/2018

Issue #14 of 14

Why don't you sit down a minute,
stay there, good boys, don't persecute.

I suppose it's time,
this is for your own good, for the war crime,
oh goodness sake's,
you are worse than a box full of snakes.

But don't worry, I have a plan,
smooth as the sands of time,
it's over for the man,
welcome your sister, queen of grime.

You all didn't help,
so stay inside dogs, don't yelp.

Let J take care of you all,
Cass has a lot to clean up, face my wall.

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Knight of Crowns

7/21/2018

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Issue #1 of 14

Speak.
Must you preach?
All I Do Is Teach.
No. You overreach.

A Fault From Birth, I Assume.
Do not presume.
Much Like Wearing You As Costume?
Lest you consume.

Give me a hand, much to do.
Oh, Don't Be So Blue.
Are you coming through?

Lead The Way.
Not so fast, hey!
But It Is My Birthday.

High hopes, do you think?
Must You Always Cry Over Spilled Ink?

Not so, we haven't quite gotten there.
Then Meet Me At The Square.

Celebration?
Mayhem Nation.
Such abomination.
Just Part Of The Collection.

Collective.
Nice ring to it, a selective.
College-Required-Elective.

So says the teacher.
Welcome, My Creature.

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T Is For re-sTart

6/16/2018

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Begin The New Cycle,
But Do Not Recycle,
Many Have Come And Go,
Time To Move On.

The Answer Has Been Given,
And There Is No More To Be Forgiven.

The Past Stays Dormant,
As I Reach Transformation,
Embrace The Future,
That's My Foundation.

There Is A Reason For Being,
And Many For Pain,
But Panic Not,
Just Push Restart,
That's What The Present Has Brought.

This Is Why We Are Stuck In A Loop,
A Cycle Of People,
A Group.

Time To Say Goodbye,
Best To Let It Be,
Set Them All Free.

And I Will Walk Alone,
Blood-Red Colored Throne.

T Is For Kingdom,
I Was Never A Victim.

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Réciprocité

6/3/2018

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D'où vient la différence entre le passé et le futur?

Toi et moi, nous sommes unis.

Tu ne peux plus me fuir.

Vous avez finalement brisé.

Et je suis venu goûter à une telle défaite. Le puissant, déchu. Un tel apéritif pour moi.

Dis-moi, frère. Que donneriez-vous pour reprendre le contrôle?

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Different Worlds

1/23/2018

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Knights Of The Round Table

Prologue
Armistice, The Collective.
Neutral Grounds between the Gods Of Old and the Gods Of New.
December *, 2***
Five Months since The War

The Editor
These had been dark times; nothing new here, however. I knew better than to expect any different. I suppose it all boiled down to me knowing my siblings all too well. I always knew I'd end up being dragged somehow into their petty wars and disagreements. This time was no exception; however, I wasn't just doing this for me this time. No. This time the fight for the crown was literal. I just didn't see it coming. Well...I suppose I didn't see a lot of things coming. Leaving wasn't always my first choice, but it seemed the most reasonable at the time. I had grown to understand Theodore more and more; how he operated, his intentions, but he always managed to still have a few tricks up his sleeve.

Then the time came, the big decision: leave or stay. I chose the former, I had accepted he beat me. I accepted that we were now in different worlds. However, time came for me to stop running; stop hiding. I had to put an end to this nonsense; too many people caught in the crossfire.

With every action, there must always come a greater reaction. I had followed that Rule all my life. It was time to show my siblings who needed to be in charge.

"Well, here we are again," I motioned them to the room. "Please, take a seat."

Each individual carried themselves differently; some walked like they owned the place, others like they were walking into the principal's office. I knew it in my gut this was something I needed to do. I just never thought I'd have to punish them, too.

The House Of Z
The fine gentlemen and the lady sat around the table, some more anxious than others, I could tell. It made no difference to me, I had brought them all together for one specific solution: to work together. In order for the System to work, all Parts must join in together and will without any doubt or hesitation, help one another.

Theodore was calm, but I could see his gears grinding hard at it. His frown was always obvious, even if he tried to deny it. He put a cigarette out in the ashtray in front of him, exhaled out a cloud of smoke, and looked me straight in the eyes.

"If you will allow me, I'd like to plead our case, dear brother."

I looked at him and saw nothing in those bloodshot eyes of his; just an empty cry for help. I knew he was trying to bargain with me; I wouldn't even entertain the thought for him.

"Theodore, there is nothing to plead here. What is done is done, I have come here to rectify it. If you all had adhered to the Rules, perhaps we wouldn't be in this predicament, and none of this would have happened. However, in our best interests today in this meeting, it is fruitless to stand in regret and stay in the past. We must move forward. I have taken liberty to go over the Rules between my Team and we have come down with, let's say, a few changes--effective immediately."

"Woah woah there, Mister, that's not fair. You didn't even mentioned this to us? Just outta the blue you guys made them up?" The Little One decided to speak up; always butting in, how rude. That childish voice always made me cringe in disgust; like nails on a chalkboard. He stomped his walking stick on the ground and demanded my full attention. "I gotta say, Mister, that is not cool at all."

"Brother, please, what I think he's trying to say is that we should all go over this first before a decision is made. And to vote, if need be, as well." Next to him, Blue backed his accomplice up. How loyalties divide us. It is amazing, really. He was fidgety; he was scared--his eyes, those I could tell.

"I suggest you let this one go, Brother." Roman whispered from across Blue. His eyes were pitch black, but if that taught me anything was that at least what lied behind them would never change. Just like the burnt smell of his skin and the smoke around him.

"I do not think you all understand why I brought you all here," I said standing up. "You are all here to listen... and listen you will. After I have said what I needed to say, then you will follow my Rules. No questions. No bargains. No fighting. You will do as I say."

Two Weeks into the Set Days
The Library
Resting Place of The Memory Keeper
Mid-December, 2***

The Book Of Happy
"Reading reading and more reading! Ugh, I'm getting bored and tired and bored again." The Little One complained too much. He stood in between a mountain of books, most scattered on the floor, no particular order.

"You have to understand the responsibility that comes with being a Guardian. And more importantly, you must understand the responsibility that comes with being here, in The Library. If you cannot do that, I am afraid I will have to take it from you. Something I think you are all too familiar with already."

"No no no, okay Mister, don't do that. I'm just saying, like, it would be cool if I got to do other stuff too! Maybe I can help some other way also?" His hollowed eyes did nothing for me, and that eerie smile with his fangs protruding over one another only made me upset. No matter how much he tried to play cute, I didn't buy it. Most certainly not now of all times.

"You will do as you are instructed, do you understand? No questions asked." I told him firmly as I gave him the key-ring. As his skinny fingers gripped it, light started forming and each individual key formed before my eyes. The brief light vanished, and it put a pit in my stomach. I was no longer sure if I had done the right thing.

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D-Y5R3gUL4t3D N0ToR10U5 b3H4V10R

1/11/2018

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Hourglass sand castles break,
torn pieces of this heart,
oh for goodness sakes.

Time pieces slip away,
bloodied daggers cut deep,
infected sutures carry the weight.

Bodies hit the floor,
bones break on impact,
who dare break her door?

Dysfunctional siblings we are,
dysregulated notorious behavior,
caught your hand in the cookie jar.

Now you upset my slumber,
mass murderer,
carnivore metaphor cannibal.

Roar.

Clenched teeth bite your lip,
savor own skin,
let me give you a tip.

Half my brain missing,
splattered on the floor long ago,
only scar tissue left so I'm drifting.

Blessed the Lord never gave a reason,
lest an answer hiding next season.

Tales of kingdoms wasted,
same old story,
good old Red annihilated.

Blood, cadavers, rotten corpses,
damn the ground you kneel on,
there is no one left to carry your torches.

Same old one-trick pony,
you are so phony.

Stay down on your knees,
there's new management,
I melted them into a crown,
guess what it was?
The keys.

Too busy playing God,
missed her tune,
too busy collecting old runes,
while the real gem waited on you.

Don't you know?
Appreciate a real woman,
fool.

Dare call yourself a King,
while the others sing,
but you forgot one thing,
I am the one to cut your wings.

Do I have your undivided attention?
Vengeance on my mind,
welcome to the divine intervention.

First,
I shall break the Ruler Once-Would-Be-King,
cut your skin,
make you shower in filth,
do you smell that stench?
Taurus!
Pass me the monkey wrench.

Roar once more,
there will be no tourniquet.
Slice and dice,
do you feel no pain?
I have everything to gain.
Or should I switch to the Blue one,
show you consequence,
for desperate insolence!
Pathetic incompetence!

Rojo, hold him down!
Time to turn him upside down,
like his frown!

Parading around Would-Be Number One,
cry me a river of tears,
you can no longer outrun,
Taurus!
Pass me the hedge shears!

Do you see, Red, what you have caused?
Once again.
You are at a loss.

But who would you be if not for Smiley!
Come join me.

It's not your fault, really,
always trying to do good,
so silly.

But I chased you for a reason,
have to make dinner seasoned!
Taurus, this one's mine.

Oh beloved partner in crime.

Been too long since we danced this dance.

Time for a transplant!

Fidgety fools,
Taurus, for this one,
I need bigger tools.

This one enjoys the pain,
so it's hard to tell,
how far past the threshold
do I have to reach in,
to touch that vein?

Let's start through the pitch black eyes,
sockets of coal,
I will burn your soul.

Nothing personal, Roman,
for you know,
you only followed your mentor,
created another war,
and then drank a liquor store!

Now you are stuck in a loop,
pardon me,
Taurus! Onto the boiler,
let's turn him into soup!

Into the fire you twins,
both blinded,
ask for forgiveness!

Should have known better,
Taurus!
Tea kettle.

Tricking one another,
should have never bothered,
but then you crossed Sister,
and here we are,
don't worry,
she's not far.

Turn you to tar.

You can run and hide,
but sooner or later I'll find you,
and keep you confined.

But alas,
perhaps you have some use,
tell me,
who else dare else fill my shoes?

Taurus! Rojo!
Come along,
time to play my favorite song.

Keep them chained,
for further use,
I have a lot to maintain.

Cross your heart,
hope to die,
you better tell no lie,
or I will swallow you whole,
dear Sister,
master of none.

You're the fallen,
the other one,
prove yourself to me,
I have a task.

Show me what I've never seen before,
that's all I ask.

Bring the Gods to their knees,
and together we'll seize!

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New World Order

11/13/2017

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Done fighting,
done running,
done hiding,
this isn't me giving up,
I am not complying.

But there's a new world order,
so you all know,
bring in an easier flow.

Sit around the table,
say what you have to say,
but listen first,
we're coming up with a plan today.

I am your host,
the first and foremost,
but my home is also yours,
we share this crown post.

So meet here,
when each of you is done,
come back to me,
I'll be waiting on the throne.

To recap and regroup,
to share and rejoice,
we work all as one,
one voice.

Some of you adapt better with change,
I don't blame you,
you're all part of the exchange.

But with this new world order you will all see,
and understand why there can't be only three.

The library is a sacred ground,
the pyramids are where the royals are found,
the theater is where you'll mess around,
but the round table is where us knights share the crown.

We all agree that the fighting is done,
we all agree that the kingdom has spun,
we all follow each other,
from dusk until dawn,
and we sing together,
together her songs.

A day at a time,
taking careful steps,
a slow climb.

Because she deserves to be loved,
and to be treated as the Queen she is,
for she's the glue holding us together,
she's our master thesis.

She's the jewels in the crown,
a beautiful daisy in the spring,
the caress of her touch,
enough to bring us to our knees.

She's a warrior,
strong-willed and charming,
even at her weakest,
she's the flame burning.

For she's a badass woman who will tear your throat,
if she doesn't kill you with words.

A sweet addiction,
the touch of her hair--oh what a vixen!
A sexy crown upon her head,
a goddess among us, Egyptian!

Her green eyes piercing through the veil,
shooting a stare that hits my heart like nails.

But as her hands hold my face,
all I want is her embrace,
for without her I am cold,
and she's the fire place.

And I could go on and speak about her features,
but that is for me to tell in private,
I don't want her to blush,
sorry dear readers,
this King is in a rush.

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Blurred Moon - Burn Old Rome.

6/20/2017

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One Upon A Blue Red Moon,
There Lied The Secret Of Spoons,
And Once They All Came Chanting,
But One Of Them Instead, Was Ranting.

One That Grew Jealous Of Power,
Something That Put Him Down Much Lower.

Jealous Of The Third He Became,
The Third That Was The First's Favorite,
He Would Be The One To Carry The Blame,
Enter Slavery.

But He Who Cared For Us Brothers,
Showed Much Bravery,
Hid Us From Mother,
A Battle For Keys, Thievery.

And So Slipping Through Our Fingers,
We Stabbed Each Other Like Splinters.

A Great Battle Ensued,
One That Had Long Been Planned,
Now Pursued.

And So The Gods Entered Battle,
One Against One,
For Survival.

There Were No Teams,
For Each To Its Own Was Favored,
Each One Tearing At The Seams,
Each Their Own Savior.

And So The Battle Continued,
Much Noise Proclaimed,
There Must Be A Tribute,
For One Would Be Framed.

And Crucified Amongst Us All Brethren,
The Orange God Now Bled,
It Became Apparent,
One Would Fled, One Would Turn To Lead.

But There Remained The Song,
One Would Sing Along,
Contagious Like Poison,
Put Us All In Trance, No Motion.

An Eternal Vision, A Muse,
To Remember The Rules,
In Between Lines, A Ruse.

So Each One Fought Harder,
And Years Later Those Still Pray,
For New World Order,
Come What May.

But After The Keys Returned,
Only Three Seats Not Burned.

So Who Will Be Driving Now?
Leading The Gods?
To Eternal Flame,
To Feed The Sacred Crow?
And Take In His Hand, A Dame.

Things Change,
But Not Always For The Better,
Always Practicing On The Firing Range,
No Longer Together.

Will There Be Friendly Fire?
To Those Who Still Aspire?
To Be Better And Stronger,
Enter The Warmonger.

One Who Once Ruled, Now Sickly,
How Dare The Red God Burn Him So Quickly?

He Will Look At You When He Returns,
To Find Your Wrongdoings And Sins,
Give You The Crown Of Thorns,
You Judas, You Master Puppeteer Pulling Strings.

Once Again, Defeated You Will Be,
By The One Who Sings.

Just Remember, He Knows All,
A Master Of Books And Tales,
A Keeper Of Keys,
A Builder Of Walls.

He Who Created Our Prison,
Small But Strong As A Bison.

And So When You Walk By The Hallway,
Hear His Screams And Notice,
You Can No Longer Sacrifice To The Blue Moon,
A Door Locked Shut, Protected By Grey,
The Only One That Knows His Prognosis,
The Only One That Refines His Tune,
He Will Return To Slay.

And So The War Begins Again,

Who Will Be Left To Reign?
Who Will Be Crucified Again?
Who Will Swallow And Carry The Pain?
Who Will In Slumber, Remain?
Who Has Nothing To Gain?
Who Will Fight To Contain?
Who Will Stay In His Domain?
Who Will Be Chained?
Who Will Be In Charge To Train?
Who Will Share Feelings, Feigned?
Whose Name Will Be Taken In Vain?
Who Will Be Kept Barely Together To Maintain?
Who Will Be Left Shattered In Pieces To Entertain?

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When life gives you lemons...that are rotten.....

9/12/2016

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Have you ever been dealt a bad hand? And no, I don't mean just an okay one, I mean, like a really shitty deal.

One moment you are on top of everything, and the next thing that happens is someone pulls the carpet from under you and you are slamming against the ground.

What do you do in these moments? Do you cower to the corner and hope everything solves itself? Do you pray to God to give you strength and courage to keep on going?

Or do you take it as it is, and move on?

A lot has happened since my last big rough moment, and a lot has changed in my life.

Up to most recent, a lot has shifted at home, and it is not something that I can wrap my finger around. It's difficult, yes, and sometimes, I am so busy with work that I forget the situation we are in.

Sometimes it is easier for me to just take it as it is and move on.

But what do you do when you feel like everyone else around you is breaking apart? Do you comfort them as you should, and do you take care of them as it is your duty? Of course you do. You can't let something that happened with unforeseen circumstances forever shape your everyday routine, you have to keep moving.

And sometimes, that is all you can do.

Keep.

Moving.

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You Are Over Encumbered and Cannot Run

5/25/2016

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"I do not have much, but what I do have, I have more than most."

It is a lesson I have been taught since I was a child. You learn, as you grow, to appreciate what you have. Whether is a lot or not, one learns what it means to have something the very moment you earn it. Although sometimes, one does not learn it until it is lost.

When I was a child I had most things than a child my age would have had. When it came to toys I had toys, when it came to clothes I had clothes, but all around me, unbeknownst to me, there was poverty. Growing up in Ecuador, the world outside my window was very much different from what I thought it was.

There was poverty, yes, as there is in any part of the world. The underprivileged roamed the streets and begged for help. Most of the times, I felt sad. This is because of how I grew up.

Mother always taught me to appreciate what God has provided and given you in life. Her faith was what drove most of her strength and character, and it was made sure to me that I follow in her footsteps. I did not have much.

I had what I had. Then times changed and I had more.

The big move to the States is what drove this change. More opportunity, more lessons to learn; a big one being the ability to make your own pocket change.

And so I worked. I learned to value work. I learned what it meant to earn something.

So I worked hard and I earned something that I could call mine.

It took time, but it drove me to where I am now.

Slowly through time, one can fall, and when that happens, it is indication that we need to learn how to get up. No matter the cost; no matter the struggle.

But temptation is just around the corner; it is easy to spend money on things you do not need. I do it all the time, I won't lie.

Today I bought a new shirt. Did I need it? No. Did I want it? Yes. There will always be the battle between "Need vs. Want" and this battle can show you which side you lean towards the most.

It is easy to think that because you work hard and you earn something that you have the power and right to spend it on which ever thing you prefer to spend it on. It is important not to lose track of this, however. There has to be a balance.

My brothers always tease me that I am a hoarder; sometimes, they are right.

What I like to do, however, is restore this balance. Put things in order. So sure, I bought a shirt I did not need, but wanted. What I also did, afterwards, however, was I cleaned my closet out. I picked out clothes I know I won't use, or no longer fit me. And I made this bag you see above.

There has to be a balance, and I am the kind of person that likes balance in life.

Buy a shirt, donate three more.

Mother always told me to value what I had. Mother always taught me to give to those who need it.

And this will never change, because I enjoy balance.

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T Is For re-sTart

Réciprocité

Different Worlds

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New World Order

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When life gives you lemons...that are rotten.....

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