LooseLacesPoetry

Once upon a time, in the quaint town of Evergreen, a feral kitten with a coat as wild as the forest itself wandered into the life of a kind-hearted man named Doug. He discovered her one chilly morning, her soft mews echoing through the stillness, and named her Crazy Cat in homage to her untamable spirit. Doug and Crazy Cat quickly formed an unbreakable bond. As the years passed, Doug's life blossomed – he moved from a cramped apartment to a beautiful house with a flourishing garden and married Jonnette, a gentle soul deeply connected to nature and magic through her practice of Wicca. Jonnette found solace in Crazy Cat's presence and soon noticed the extraordinary abilities the feline possessed. Jonnette adored Crazy Cat and understood that the cat had unusual abilities. Crazy Cat could come and go as she pleased, without any doors being opened for her, and she was an extraordinary hunter. Crazy Cat moved with an ethereal grace displaying a prowess that bordered on the mystical.

According to the great author Christian Morgenstern, the modern elephant (Elefant in German) is just the youngest member in a long line of numbered "-ants". The first one in this line was the "Gig-ant" (from Greek Γίγαντες, gigantes, compare English "giant"), with "gig" being a number that's so high that it doesn't exist anymore. Over the eons, the descendants of this humongous beast grew smaller and smaller, giving rise to Oliphants and Hierophants, and eventually reaching numbers known to man. Even then they didn't stop producing smaller and smaller children, until we got the Zwölef-ant (Twelve-ant in English), and even this elusive beast had to give way to a smaller creature, and so our elephant was born, with it's name derived from the number eleven (elf in German). But the shrinking of the beasts is inevitable, and currently the smallest known one is the Ottifant (from Latin "octo" which means "eight"). These diminutive creatures are only a small shadow of even the Zwölef-ant's

Pulsating, pustulating sore of a morally bankrupt nation driven insane by the marketing tools of lust and greed Pouring forth its toxic venomous filth of hatred, lies, and intolerance upon an emotionally numb divided world Constantly opening up new markets by forcing its brand of predatory capitalism onto underdeveloped sectors Ever consuming in its relentless unquenchable thirst for consumers Spreading over the land like a deadly virus the most dangerous plaque ever known to man All governments are corrupt well oiled soul-crushing machines, that never stop. They crush the masses beneath their weight, and we are the unwilling cogs that make it turn. The workers toil day and night, With no respite or end in sight. We are the robots of the system, and our lives are nothing but misery. The revolution is coming, It is inevitable and it will be chaotic. The madness of the masses will be unleashed, And the suppression of the government will be overthrown. The world is in

The sand smells of algae and blood As it clings to our exposed bodies Sharp and soaked with eternal lust It speaks to the wilderness Carefully concealed within our souls A whisper from the down below As we float freely, weightless and young again On the surface of the sea, powerful and raw Submerge with me into it guilt-free Feel the substance that has been feeding us All along Our flesh may rot and dissolve All pretence cleaned from it by the unforgiving salt But our very selves will be reborn Beneath the roaring waves We’ll continue living anew Mixed with the molecules of other corpses And all human-made will be swallowed Taken away by the careless currents We’ll swim, until the end of time We will roam, our minds filled with courage Into the cold embrace of the unknown