Friday, September 28, 2007

Sci-Fi Breathes Liquid Ice Into the Sovergein

So I sat down to write and without thinking hit play on the remote for the cd player. Just like that, I dropped like hot liquid through the veil and the words echoed in my head....

Come to me
Run to me
Do and be done with me
(Cold, Cold, Cold)
Don't I exist for you
Don't I still live for you
(Cold, Cold, Cold)--
(Annie Lennox)

Here we go...
When I heard these words last where was I? Who was I with? Not these words from Annie but from some place deep inside myself. When was the last time I loved way too hard and it was way too good? You know what I mean. You wake up and you want to leave your bed, your head, your skin---you are an out of body experience waiting to happen. They know it. Good. That's what you think to yourself...know it! Know it you whisper on twilight winds to them---they can hear it--
"I am coming
, I'm cold, cold, cold" outside of the rays of your twisted Sun.
I know You want offerings, loyal subjects, multitudes. Good. I will lead the throng, just
"do and be done with me"---you hear that?
Have your way and leave me heaving in gulps of thick, love stank air in a heap at your feet....
I think that maybe if I were a superheroine in some way I would demand servitude from a thousand lovers a day like the Goddesses of folklore.

A "true", "ego-driven to the bone"-"jet black"-"buck naked" Warrior Queen with my own Sparti-esque minions who father my nations of demi-gods.
We. Lay.Waste. to all in our path, not in our power. We. wreck. shop.
Blue-black flesh in Sister-Moon's light---Hell yeah. I lounge on the backs panthers and am fed the fresh flesh of fruits and the beating hearts of virgin sacrifices.
Can you see her yet?
She can see you...
How solitary would my existence be? Who is my match...she wonders.
The Sable Sovereign would need a match to check her balance if you get my meaning... She has been chasing him. Fighting battles in his name, for his cause. She has behaved. For Him.

Dying is easy its living that scares me to death
I could be so content hearing the sound of your breath...
(annie Lennox)

He is young and proud, he has never sank to his knee in supplication. He has bowed to no woman....
Not yet.
He is naive and he is rabbit run, the lioness hunts and will take home a prize.
I write and write until the phone rings...the spell is broken and my IRE is HIGH! who would dare disturb the Quee....oh wait...I climb out of my head into reality. I've got work to prepare for. The Sovereign retires and lends me the use of my body for a day of toil....a small price to pay for the honor to serve her tomorrow after work (LOL)!

I told you! Sci-Fi is Life! Here is the song by Annie Lennox that I reference. The first 42 seconds are annoying to me but listen to the words of this song and the delivery of the lines by Lennox. You can almost taste that feeling---Damn!
See you soon...


Don said...

I loved the song Sweet Dreams until Nas went and messed the track up. LOL.

PurpleZoe said...


This is like home.
Bless your blog.

Literary Felonies said...

Femigog, in the meso-prophetic words of Florida Evans: "DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!" Get'em!

Femigog said...

Don@ I am sorry but Nas can ruin nothing! I love him (except when he was aping Puffy for a minute there)

PurpleZoe@ wow! thanks a bunch and I dig your spot too!

Literary Felonies@LOL! Thanks ma'am