make me

make me more patient Lord, let me take it a day at a time,

make me stronger, let not the wicked ways of men sway me,

let your arms surround me and your peace engulf me.
let not my anger consume or pride lead me,
make me a woman after your own heart

make me grateful lord, let me not desire anothers portion,

anothers health, or wealth or life,

teach me to be the best version of me, the  best person you want me to be

word prints for daily prompt portion


kalmatuz iv- the beginning

the village is right in the middle of the  valley, a quaint place dotted with several smoking huts made of bamboo branches, mud and wild flowers the hut are so much a part of the forest birds nest on top of them creating a symphony of color and sound as the monkeys go about their lives.

blue monkey and father walk behind queen. she,glides through the air, her feet not touching the ground, her fur a blinding white, but every monkey villager stands up taller when she passes. her radiance spreading trough all of them, infusing them with strength and peace. blue monkey is awed by her mother,

” i will be that someday” she whisper, the prospect thrills and scares her at the same time. father stands tall beside her, his black goat skin draging behind him as if a cape. queen turns around and smiles at them,

” where is my errant son, he knows we have to..”

silver monkey jumps from a tree, smiling,

“am here mother..”

‘that’s queen to you boy..” father says sternly

“come on father..

the  explosion is loud and sudden, throwing the monkeys a few feet off the ground before sucking them back in an un relentlessness gravitational pull. the whole village screams in pain as their fur ins burnt and limbs are broken. a series of more blasts  erupt around the village in coordinated rhythm forcing the monkeys to retreat screaming into the mountains, the fire is hot and fierce a blood thirsty master, pulling all into his unquenchable thirst.

“oh mother helps us, help us!”

the queen rises up from the smoke and dirt and fire, an avenging angel of light, she spreads her arms wide and the fire comes to her, all of it flowing to her chest, the villagers all glance up at her, at their queen, their mother their savior. all knowing what comes next and no one able to stop her.

she takes all the fire inside her, all the pain, and suffering, restoring broken bones, turning back time  as if nothing happened. finally she fades as the smoke would have.

“mooootthheerr…” screams blue monkey


fifteen miles south  in Aragans lair

he leans weakly on his walking stick, his war council all looking at him expectantly. he feels the breath fill him making him stringer as soon the the queen breaths her last. he stands up straighter

“we attack in the morrow”


See how her feet leave prints on the sand,  how her lipstick leaves an imprint of her lips on a wine glass,  how when she dips her hands in paint she can make impressions of her fingers,  how she has an imprint of your lips on every surface of her skin they touched,  how if she concentrates hard enough, she can feel the warmth of your skin,  the lingering musk of you so close,  so close..

You should know then,  what marks,  impression  you leave behind, how she has mastered your breathing patterns,  how she knows when  you are angry or tired or loved,  how she knows what every scowl  means,  every grunt every smile.

How she wishes she could heal you,  even though she knows she cant.

Daily prompt: impression  

Kalmatuz III- blue monkey dines with her father

Father stands staring outside at the trees. 

“He failed us!” He bellows from his spot at the window,  back arched proudly, head turned away from blue monkey who was kneeling behind  him. If she could lift her head she would see the white tears that were  leaving a scar on his rugged face,  or the way his chest heaved in sorrow,  another son lost,  another battle lost.  He was tired of the meaningless loss of his children,  his sons,  arrows in his quiver thrown at nothing. His last son was only twelve harvest  moons old.  He couldnt risk him. He wouldn’t  risk him.

“Father,…” The words of comfort chocked her,  her icy anger still  a lump in her  throat.

“Send me..” She whispered

“No!?!..” Father turned around angrily,  the dark sheep skin he wore almost falling off his shoulders,  he limped,  towards his first daughter,  towering above her,  fist drawn back as if to strike her.  But he stayed his hand and brought it down gently instead ,  touching her head.  She whimpers in surprise.

“You cannot go, “he tries so hard to control the anger in his  voice., “i will not let those bastards,  mock me anymore,  i will not send my daughter into battle,  you are to stay here and rule and birth a daughter who will rule after you.”

Blue monkey rises angrily,  and steps back a screech dying in her throat at the sight of father’s  tears.

“He was my brother,”  she whispers, “he was my  baby brother i raised him and gave him his first arrow,  i taught him to hunt and i will avenge him..”

LA LA LA land

Here goes my unadulterated  opinion of the greatest musical in the history of all musicals.

Love is a farce,  and all that you think love should be,  it isn’t.  Love is patient,  love is kind love is slowly loosing your mind,  love is death.  Because without death there can’t be love.

Love is open windows on rainy nights to let the thunder in,  love is pillow fights and burnt food and broken music records.  Love is all your beliefs brought  low because  beliefs never become reality.

Love is a musical you loved that didn’t end how you expected.

Word prints for Daily prompt: -farce

Kalmatuz II- silver monkey dies


“Noooo,!” Screams the blue monkey running on all fours towards the prone figure of the silver monkey.  She stops besides the body and takes his head on her hands,  daring him to breathe,  begging him to move.  Silver monkey opens his glazed over eyes and stares  at her,  she is crying wildly her screams echoing through the valley and bouncing back to her.  Silver monkey closes his eyes  the blood from his wound turning black as soon as it hits the ground,  the black spreading  all around them as if an ulcer,killing all the green from the grass.  Kalamatuz abhors murder. Any innocent blood dropped on the valley turns toxic,  killing everything on site. 

Blue monkey drops silver monkeys head and shuffles back,  moving away from the toxic blood,  her screams still loud and painful as if wrenched  from her very soul. She beats her chest and roars,  pulls the fur from her arms and head and dances around the silver monkey,  now thumping her chest now swinging on her fore arms. She keeps up this ritual for a while until all the life essence drains from silver monkey and the place where he once lay is nothing but charred earth and a lonely spear.

She drops next to the burnt earth,  exhausted,  her tears spent. She lies down staring at the spot where her brother once lay,  and with every breath she took,  her pain crystallized into anger then icy revenge,  she lay there until her heart froze over in her chest.

“I must go to father..” She whispered 


There is this valley in the middle of a forest right before you get to the ocean,  its  called kalmatuz. The place is ancient, the rivers running in it cool and clear,  the trees and foliage a deep green. A green so deep you see black and rivers so clear the sky is reflected in them. 

The valley is woken every day by a symphony of twitters from birds of all shapes and colors,and baby pumas run around the trees playing with each others tails.  The sun’s rays filtered  through the leaves creating a feeling of descending halleluhya. Butterflies flutter from petal to petal spreading love and color and a mood of tranquility. &;The world here is silent  as if someone put the TV on mute.

The silver monkey stares from its perch  on the branch,  one long arm wrapped around the branch on top of his head the other one hanging low,  with its tail.  It stares straight  ahead seemingly at nothing at first,  until the leaves part in rapid succesion and he ducks swinging on the branch he was seated on and dropping to a lower branch,  the long brown spear with a glinting head he missed connects with the next tree with a loud thump.  He screeches in anger or challenge and swings from branch to branch running from spears that seems to come out of nowhere and in all directions,  he takes one on his thigh and he yanks breaks it midair,  keeping the head in his skin to reduce the bleeding. The forest  turns into a cacophony  of noise large birds flying out of their roosts as the silver monkey grabs on the branches,  he moves with purpose with a strength  and fragility borne of practice,  the next spear hits him right on his back and comes through the front propeling him through the last tree and he remains suspended in air for a few moments,  blood pouring down his back and a keenining gurgling  scream dying on his lips and he falls down to the clearing,.. 

I love, I dance

What do you see when you look at me? Forget my eyes or the color of my skin or my tiny nose, what so you see? Do you see this facade that I have created or can you see a bit more? Can you see my soul reflected in the depth of my eyes, can you see my scars, can you see my tears?can you see my pride, my strength, or are you like the rest, satisfied with the superficial. What do you see, what can you see? Do my secret smiles entice you? Do you wonder when you look at me why I am as I am, or do you see the stubborn woman that everyone else sees,.

How can you not question the a thousand galaxies in my head how can you see me clothe and jewelry and hair and be satisfied, how could you not want to know about my dreams and what keeps me up, about what makes me cry because I assure you its preety much everything. Why can’t you ask, about my roots? Arent you even in the least bit curious?

I love and I dance and I sing, whether in the shower or the streets or in my head, I laugh and I cry and I care to the depths of the ocean and the width of infinite galaxies am more than the labels you peg on me, daughter, girlfriend, sister, workmate, friend, I learn, and I hurt and I hurt other people am human and angel and broken but not too much because despite your perception of me I still love and I still dance.