T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

In the rushed world, in knowing what it coming is never a wise choice. Imminent it forward in the ethnics of it falls deeply into something that is not seen but forever saw through to the end. Let it only move on, never stopping, for what the past was to now comes the future of secrets that will someday be relies as truth or lies, but only to the eyes that see it and lived it.

“What happen those years back, he’s not . . . what others say he is . . . but lost.”

“Is she alright?”

“Everything up to this point . . . that’s why . . . but: what reason for me to know?”

“A slight cranium faction; send her.”

“But than . . . what is there that he needs me to see? And why like this?”

“She’ll be fine, just a little wind knocked out. You kids did something very brave.”

“No other reason for that! That must be what’s . . .”

“Travel only far by seeing this and for those of the past, snake in today and writher the future to nothing.”

“Parkland, honey can you hear me?”

 

Eyes open slowly to a familiar face and give a tired smile back.

 

“Mom, I get it now.”

 

“What?”

 

“What happen to him, the man in red, it all makes sense now.”

 

Her mother gives a tried sigh, with a calming hand strokes her daughter’s hair, whisper for her to rest. When seeing Parkland go back to resting, her eyes went back to the others by the door, twitching with racked nerves.

 

“You three are in trouble, I’ll state that now. Now tell me what is going on here?”

Upon soon, weakly but surely; falling the world has become, that is how it is, drop one domino, and the rest will follow. With an echo of guilt and mislead words, as just what the past, the now, and the future hold, in its cartouche ways.

The End.

The Move

Not much is there to say,

but we are all doing it.

Packing up all hard work and move.

Going from a trailer into a condo,

In way.

Leaving an old home,

Remembering the best and worst of it,

And go to that new home.

Ready to have that open house of a new kind,

Yes!

Even if opening house is still a long ways away,

Preparing for it,

Is always worth it,

If you put what all you had,

In making the last house all the better.

This is the chance of change.

The moment to surpass from before,

And go beyond.

This move is hard work.

This move takes a lot to handle.

This move is scary yet fun.

The move isn’t done yet,

But when it is,

We all cheer that we did it!

How about it?

In every type of media,

There is a hero,

Super or not,

That I can rely on,

If things just go too far.

 

In this case,

When in the name of trollz and butt-hurts,

There is only one man for the job.

 

Set the signal in the sky,

And call out to one who can stop all.

 

Fluffyman!

 

Clever man he is,

Putting all back into the right,

Within reason of his tor-chore chamber,

Or to be blunt,

Just calls out the haters.

 

To whatever gets the job done,

He strikes hard at the fans and not,

Fixing whatever is broken,

And leaving what remains for others to think,

About their irrational deeds they had set on others.

 

If the internet ever needed a hero more,

It’s Fluffyman to get the job done!

 

Thank you Fluffyman,

You have worn and will keep doing so,

Wear the cape the proudly!

Heqet

As words tend to repeat, some please, some not. We speak now of another goddess. Not known for lovely face, grace of a body, nor wildly spreading greatness. Only for that the powers of oneself powers, are oddly powered by themselves.

How? when love and lust, come together and create the lines of future bloods.

Some by time, as others come as a miracle. Each are strong. It is how it is. Nothing more, nothing less.

Heqet, oh what power you have. What love must coat your body from others who see and speak of golden welcomes of the life you made.

But alas, how does a little toad as you, take in the pain to others who were far ready for new life. It was evenly seen as force, covered in a mess of red, thick, and angry lust.

How does one plead in front of higher gods?

Words echo, over and over. Loud and clear, yet hollow and fading.

Little, tiny, green Heqet, take it for what it is. All make mistakes.

Mistakes that lead to grieve or graciousness. It’s how you play it, Heqet.

From how the lore has come to quickly becoming from the breath taken. The game has become fair. Justice? No. But vary for what it is, nothing comes lowly to those futures of becoming life. Near it be, a future that splits in halves.

The End.

Hathor

In lines of work, all are mindless made to do one thing, and one thing only for the rest of one’s life time. But there are some who broke out of those ways, becoming anything or everything at once.

Or taking it one step at a time, until finding one’s true calling.

One goddess comes in mind. Who went through many changes, through happiness and sadness, little Hathor became everything no other Holy Being could ever intake what she could do.

Through many travels of her life, on heaven and earth, Hathor was evil. Short time of being Set’s lover. Bared none of his spawns. Becoming a saint and shared many lovers. Human and none. So many hands glided over that sunlit skin, locking eyes of blue gems of honey, quivering deeply in her body.

All gave her what she wanted, yet also so little. Only giving two full loyalty. Ra and Ptah. Of how for Ptah, she was someone else, in another skin and name, masking her real being. In bind not love. Nor spoke of it to others, for the sake of keeping hearts from bleeding.

Bleeding any hope of Set rising against them and rule with an iron fist.

But alas, even then can’t ever be at a risk. For that Hathor died in bitterness and ran with little she could. Wondering through new lands, being something anew in others eyes.

In Greek’s lands, she became Aphrodite. Short lived and moved on.

Onto where the Romans it was, becoming not only a goddess but land lost in space. Venus.

It was in time, where one of her new lives are rare. Who dare come close to what she did. In failure it was and little success.

Hathor left a path far to big for a simple mind to fill. For she, herself, was no mere simple mind. Despite what others chat about in the sky nor land.

Hapi

In many tall tales of the past, all Infinite Spirits come in many forms. Animals. Objects. Man. Woman. Child. Little is faintly spoken of those who are oddly mixed. And those that are finally worded of said mixes, are human and beast. But Hapi, a keeper of life in Nile’s rivers and vegetation growing on the ledges of the rivers.

Hapi was gamely seen as man, both from mortal and immortal. Yet the breast of woman, the fertility to give life resting beneath and within his belly, and long hair covering his being from prying eyes.

Despite of how he looked, he was still a man. Able to care the life he made. Alone. No extra hands needed of other gods and goddesses. Nor the humans.

Why not even the humans?

It’s then the feel of good reasons and bad reasons.

All reasons though, lead to his children.

All the feelings come in bitter-sweetness. For it’s a cycle that all of life must die and what has died come back to fill in the missing space of life. It is a cycle that never had a clear start nor will it have a clear end. That is how Hapi saw it, be it a good or bad. It is how it came to forever be.

Many would come to help, when vast death come. Wars that polluted boundless lands of food and rivers nowhere close to drink. Thus nearly cessation the world in place, only Set would be proud of.

But as Wars come, they soon leave. Giving time for the world to restart that cycle that never stops spinning.

Hapi has gotten used to it, but at the same, wish it would stop. For he can’t handle so many loses that are given a side glance.

One day, that cycle will stop and Hapi will finally rest.

Gengen-Wer

In cases of seen through history, many legends and myths are forgotten and lost. Thrown away from the eyes of anew and very few passed down from elders. Even then, it’s a struggle for old tales to thrived. And for this lore, an animal god, far from the distance lands, sand domes, vast heart of Egypt.

This god is known for the very energy in life and power. He’s a calm flyer. A strong flyer that no beast or human-host god could ever be.

Gengen-Wer, a goose god. For a title and reputation like this, he wouldn’t have been ever taken as serious the gods that lived about with him.

To where little is known about him in today’s time.

Yet, long ago of past lives, he was tenderly cared for and treated, just as any other Holy Being.

With little words of Gengen-Wer, it has been quickly said that when he open his wings, a strong blast would exhale from them. Enlightening everything in his path.

Powering the world that lighting would be ashamed of. And it should ever be.

More words could be said for this goose god. If only the words of the past could have made it now.

His page of history wouldn’t have been lost, if the young of the new world could have listen. He wouldn’t be this close as forgotten.

Not taking in mind of many like him. But even this little say of him, got through.

If only others would have been just as lucky.

Geb

Spitting on a Holy Being is one thing. Walking on one is another. But do not fret, he did not mind nor look upon the humans in anger and wish them harm. For he is the god of earth. Sand, dirt, mud, soil, everything that is earth and everything that it will be. Along with his wife, Nut, goddess of sky. Forever they entwine with one another, watching everything, and being everything.

The god of earth may else be known as more than simple dirt that clings the one’s skin. For that it’s said, when catty chats of gods and humans share, the world shakes. For that his laughter is so strong that it’ll never be forgotten.

Many times, those laughers cause trouble. For that, Geb, gives his words of sorrows to those who were unknowingly caught in destruction. Never will he forget those who cry of losses of many that can’t come back.

In others troubles by Geb, his children. Set in mind comes at the price Geb didn’t want his boy to do. Ending the life of another sibling. For that Set lost the respect of his father and mother. To which, when the death of Osiris, and the failure of Set by Horus.

To also help the grief of the huge lost of a son of Geb and Nut. Horus went to comfort Isis, their first daughter. It was the help Geb wanted to see in all of his family. Help that was shabbily destroyed by his own son, his youngest son, fail the heart of the earth.

Geb, laughter turned into cries, shaking the world. Tall stone walls crumbled with his cries. Not knowing after his grief was calmly tamed, half the world was forever lost and never coming back.

Years later. The grief lingers. Plowing the world when the reminders of all of past fails enter his mind. The humans didn’t understand, until the messages leaked out. They now hold their heads up high, hoping one day, when it comes. Geb will heal.

For that the shakes of earth will stop and stay calm. Showing that Geb wants the world to stay around as long as it can.

As Geb, the god of earth, wants his people to have. Just as his fellow gods would have in him.

The End.

Bes

Not many of the High Creators would waste their time mingling with the humans, for that they are mostly working on protecting and nurturing them. But, why not closer, reaching beyond through the clouds, that react with the sands and waters. Where the mothers-to-be, children, and little family of those of fathers who work to the bone.

They needed hope and still do now. Mothers-to-be to have a safe birth. Children to grow into well-minded adults and carry on to next lines after. And the families who live in small huts, have little food, rags as clothes, and close to death.

It can’t ever be turn a blind eye, it can’t.

Bes, reach out, to them. Guide the children. Treat the mothers-to-be. Lead the families of the broken and not to where the promise land is.

Ignore all what others say, don’t let their words dagger your mind. Ra can see it and do others of light.

Guidelines are the key to life. Within life, leads to more paths made. Paths are vastly made to become followed or not. It’s for them and them alone.

Bes sees that. In the dreams, the words, the choices. Bes who is the god of households. Watcher of the people who are mindlessly blinded played with or not. For him, they see him, mostly children. As he tells stories of life to come. For them and others that will be vastly shared.

Bes, the god that is known little in faith and size. Covers it with a big heart made extract of what Egypt is and alone, makes him strong.

When Bes is strong, so are the people. And when they are, world is full and bright.

Set never thought some little man would ever get the best of him. With barely nothing but grains of sand.

Bastet

She is lightly told by others, to seen as the soul of Isis. New life of children brought upon the world they no idea of what is ahead of them. A protector, only her father, Ra, wishes for her to only be.

The lower lands need her, to help stand tall and proud. As the upper lands go on, not knowing the large, thoughtless, and harsh motions made about the lands.

Egypt’s down falls came at times where Bastet had little choice in the matter. For that she was just a small kit, freshly enter to the world, knowing so little, but held so much power that even she, Bastet, couldn’t hold all at once.

Thus the rise became too much for Egypt as well. For that too much good can heavily be seen as bad for the world. Where now her partner held hand in hand with her, through all this.

Sekhmet, who became everything Bastet couldn’t be alone. A sister, a mother, an aunt, and a lioness. All those balance equaled out. But nor close it brought when Set came and broke that bond.

Higher Golden can’t die. But somehow Set found a way. Leaving Bastet alone. Crashing everything back in the ways of Set’s eyes of what he thought justified.

Little knowing of love and trust gave her, poor little Bastet when she thought no one would help her. Least be seen useless and running to Ra when thing got to harsh for her. But somehow, a god, a man of everything that was trust, justice, beauty, and the ever lasting of eternity within oneself. Ptah gave her that fullness she had been misty-eye looking for, after the lost of Sekhmet

Though their love was uncertain, as Ptah only had eyes for Sekhmet. In sadness of her death, locked away from everything. Unknowing that Bastet was the same. Thus their bond was gently made. For that they would be together, filling that hole in the heart that their friend and lover never left.

Set never stood a chance. But alas, that didn’t hold him down. For he knew, that bond would break.

As it was only for a being that was just add-on to the one of million of sand drops of Egypt. It wouldn’t last. Bastet will be alone and Set will claimed it as his. To as seeing of how Ra was at his weakness for his child. It would only mean that Bastet was an all-powerful weapon for him to use.

Weakness in one, but strength in another.

Bastet is Set’s iron grip on Ra, but also Set’s dying fate from Ra. Bastet is a light of silver that can’t held, but needs to forever be shown that she is vastly needed.

In the sand’s land, Bastet is everything and nothing. Bastet is the lone feline of love and war.

Forever, let Bastet be who she is and what she is not. As the Lords of Havens and Hell have yet to see, that she our limbo.

Babi

Sins. Dark sides of all people, be it they see it or not, but they are there. They come as small lies, thin as white sheets. Being a workaholic or lazy to stay away from those who mean nothing to them, for they are than block ways and taggers.

But the most hardest one that lives through the body. That has been there from the dawn of time. Deep under the grounds of the afterlife. When love slowly became a danger, that quickens the blood and shuts everything down. Lust becomes more than just a way to define the body.

Babi, a leader of man before they even became man. Where in the sands, nothing but the sins thrived at a dangerous rate. Where sins’ enemies were uncontrollably made. Babi didn’t kind to it. Full of rage filled him. All joys he’d knew were mindless toss aside for the sake of peace.

His echoes of laughter of how idiotic those reasons were. His fellow sinners agreed and of course snaked their ways through underworld on to the sands of the people. Showing the world can live in gray not black and white.

A mad monkey he is, a baboon really. First sign as man before they choose evolved leaving what they were to become something they were far ready down the paths of life. Babi knows it and uses it. For that of what he is, blinds him, intrigues him, and waters his mouth of how it can forever be his.

With the right power in an iron fist, it can all be real.

And it has. Seen as things never changed back then to how they are now.

Babi works alone for his plans and along with the devil himself. Set, the mastermind, will someday have all drown in sins people turn away. For it how it end for Egypt’s people, it will spread, like a sickness, having all choke on sins.

All thanks to an insane monkey, baboon, forming at the mouth with power he, himself, does not know what he has. Set does and will use it until nothing but darkness engulfs both worlds of man and afterlife.

It’s Just a matter of time. Time that seems to dwindle away as these words be read now and ever lock in the minds of the futures.

Are you ready?

Babi sure seems so.

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