Themis-Kali

Goddess of Justice and Rebirth

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Empty Seasons by Themis-Kali, literature

Appliances speak by Themis-Kali, literature

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Appliances speak

I wanted to be your Brave Little Toaster. Fueled on lumps of indignity and subtle omissions, your nuclear soul was toxic and yet I stayed plugged into it. Eagerly awaiting with the dawn squares of abuse and whole grain sadism. The dial turned all the way to 'darkest' desire. Some days my esteem coil would shake Instead of 'pop', there would be an almost scream Teapot - you are lucky to be allowed release. Burned identity crumbs rattle inside a Wire ribcage bruised with want and one oh please. 'morrow To be discarded, broken, unclean.

Losing Altitude by Themis-Kali, literature

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Losing Altitude

Your smile stretched across Alpha Centauri's hide Causing my Leo heart to explode My oceans became drunk on Luna wine Capsizing M.Y.Sanity in the intoxicated wake. That searing Sol's kiss of unsuspecting hope Melted once impervious polar walls As Infatuation embedded itself in my crust; I am an avalanche mess of tormented plains and valleys. Your Ursula eyes now stare at disgraced Pluto While a tail of meteors pouring out of hindsight Slice my atmosphere Bruising deep into my mantle. No sound escapes your wormhole mouth Breathing in Taurus flesh Exhaling Pisces bones Tearing my tectonic identity apart plate by plate.

Fair weather.... by Themis-Kali, literature

Beyond Capable by Themis-Kali, literature

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Beyond Capable

*uck you. I think it, but don’t say it. Those words would debase the agonizingly sweet sensation of watching your diseased heart slowing its erratic rhythm. I wouldn’t even grace the mutilated form of pathetic flesh before my feet with spit. Burlap rope held limbs now hanging from skin shorn sockets - useless. Puss skewed seeping wounds displaying the now not so internals – too bad they aren’t pit black like the marred soul about to depart its decaying shelter. For those you callously used and abused, scattering their esoteric essence into unceremonial winds, killing their will and identity even more slowly than how

Mechanisms of me by Themis-Kali, literature

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Mechanisms of me

String and Wheels Cardboard memories click into sandstone slots tick click Not so slick They lack vanilla flow Moving like some third grade other life slide show Uncle Merl’s Idaho vacation My Carrie style prom The last presidential inauguration. My glaucoma third eye has opaque site Someone pull the puppet surgeon’s string Let the sumac knife slice I need artificial coping mechanisms Stitched into my lop sided lobes Tattoo Insipid eyes that care onto my lids Weld close my voice box Snip The sign reads (or says or shows for all the semantic whores) “Delapidated home for auction Must be w

Flowers without a plot by Themis-Kali, literature

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Flowers without a plot

Memories of Mother: shhhhh. The forget-me-nots are crying whispering hiccups each droplet trickling screams REMEMBER…..REMEMBER….Remember The bleeding hearts are feeding on worm tenderized guilt peeling themselves open just to feel so red wounded beautiful The carnations are defying the march of time defiled from their roots lying bravely on the grave listening to the forget-me-nots crying Remember.

Travels of Microbes by Themis-Kali, literature

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Travels of Microbes

The amoeba is ambivalent Singular in its asexual pursuit of existence Taking over the tectonic terrain Multiplying like thunder in electrifying egotistic rain Lonely surrender to one celled ignorance it is neither honest nor happy nor disheartened. forever forging itself with artistic ambiguity Perfect. Except somehow it matured It morphed and mangled itself No longer monogamous or magnanimous Multiplying like maggots on dead flesh. Alas The polytextured parasites roaming free (or at least thinking so) Are horrified to view their petrified pasts Walking, scurrying along unpious paths Rarely honest randomly happy

O Spots by Themis-Kali, literature

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O Spots

Like slightly stunned hummingbirds my eyelids flitter and flut as the hot breath of adoration kisses where gently sloped spine dimples into curved apple rounds. Sucking in down feather breath unconsciously splaying scarlet decorated finger tips against wholesome cotton thread. Sanguine shoulders arch in tune to firm digits grasping raised pear mounds; Tauntingly slow the gentle lips travel, meandering down and over lush hills tracing well know paths in grace and want. The calloused caravan of palms treads expertly across the heating flesh making the warm waters of the oasis rise in scented paradise bird cri

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Empty Seasons by Themis-Kali, literature

Appliances speak by Themis-Kali, literature

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Appliances speak

Losing Altitude by Themis-Kali, literature

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Losing Altitude

Ero of Night by Themis-Kali, literature

Sleep over by Themis-Kali, literature

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Sleep over

Lie in my bed Sleeping, peacefullly dreaming We were up all night Tasting, teasing With words. Laughing at our audacity Telling jokes we've overheard. Stating our desires The many paths we have walked All the evil and good learned. The smell of coffee Shall wake you soon The pot is hot It's almost noon/ We didn't hold hands You're clothing is still on But now we are closer A better friendship A foundatioin To grow upon.

Humbled I by Themis-Kali, literature

Snake Tongue by Themis-Kali, literature

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Snake Tongue

Staring at the paradox on my floor, Dumbfounded at the rusted gears and Broken twisted springs, The porcelain cuckoo bird that no longer sings. Grandma’s ancient clock is dead. Lethargic atrophic muscles cannot move Not at this absurd moment, Immersed in the cracked cold ocean of your lies. A thousand, NO a MILLION jagged shards of my adoration float through stunned veins that bleed Invisible. When I was etched by god’s hand onto that flimsy piece of your soul that dangled before my awe struck envious eyes, I burned beautiful and bright Like a marshmallow over midnight campfires Devoured. I would have died happ

disturbing by Themis-Kali, literature

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disturbing

That white noise box – the white one in the corner – is never shut off. It doesn’t soothe anyone, not in this two room cabin that wishes it were in some dank woods where even the sun is tethered by the blackess of gathered sorrows. Instead, the bungalo is on a ramshackle city block awaiting its gaping death surrounded by tare down cookie monstrosities. That’s okay. You didn’t notice it. No one really does. You didn’t even notice the fresh picked yellow daffodils in the blue vase secretly delivered to your door until they were powder dead and your Ambercrombie briefcase smashed their small shelter. White no

Warm Rain by Themis-Kali, literature

Pop by Themis-Kali, literature

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Pop

Pop *pop* That’s the sound of your bubble bursting. Psychedelic beauty rippling on the surface Tar pit madness swirling dizzily. I would have let it be If you would have stopped hurting the Innocents and the Carefree wanting to save you just like me. The cheery football captain, Center star of the hockey team no one would have guessed what a blind hungry predator you could be. The ebony ooze sliding over your soul the path to remove it denied by your peripherals; you e-whore. All those consuming words… pretty and intimate in the pink blushed ears All those raw words… unknown innate emptiness, causing ocean

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July 24
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Themis-Kali

Oct 1, 2010

Juggling

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Juggling classes might be beneficial soon; I was laying out plans for the upcoming months financial situation and low and behold several things have arisen to much it up and time constraints are just bearish. Keeping my head up and not letting insanity get to me too much. Side note: Keeping my gamer life separate more so than before; note getting all emotional with folks.  Having good fun times without stepping over lines.  A forward progress indeed.

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Themis-Kali

Mar 7, 2010

Where do we go....

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I'm finding minute moments of happiness and although I am a person of action, am choosing not to fight over something I obviously cannot control. Trying not to be pessimistic over my life now.  Meh. Alright - someone take me dancing; for although it is but a distraction it will still be better than being left alone with thoughts. :P

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Oct 31, 2009

Happy..wow

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Well, I finally strapped on a pair of balls and asked someone I like a great deal where I fit into their lives.  A friend, a friend with fun online benefits, etc?  And while their answer was ambiguous (and I figured it would be since they are in an emotional upheavel due to a recent divorce) it was satisfying and I am happy I asked.  I feel a small burden has been lifted and since we talked for an hour after I blurted my not-too-subtle question, that things are still alright and the friendship undamaged. I think I will research things like magic jack today too see if I can call Canada without using skype or my cell phone within it's yearly f