A Poem for The Red Lord

thewitchingcow:

Lord of Storms, Bringer of Change,
What do I want from this exchange?
You hang around, invade my mind,
If this is real, it’s not very kind,

I look back, on those strange moods,
and I have to ask, was that you?
Am I confused? You want me to veil?
Or is that just my mind spinning tales?

So many projects, and all for you,
It’s all I can do to not feel screwed
My thinkpan spirals, I need to do something,
Why this urge? Do you want another offering?

It’s as if we’re busy, leaving messages via friends
The problem is, they get garbled in the end,
You want something, right? Just be clear, please
You know I can’t afford to go out for Chinese.

Or could it be that this is all in my head?
I’ve just been talking to air and over waving my hands over bread.

and then the rain comes, and the storm rages above
and then all I can feel is a strange peace and love,
The fear and the anger, it’s still there, hidden,
but somehow, the thunder makes it forbidden,
perhaps not forbidden, but subdued at least,
alright, fine, I’ll get you that treat.

– r.h © 2016

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I’m designing a pendant for Set that I’m going to get LazerTees to make, and I was trying to write something meaningful or poignant or just write something that I was happy with to engrave on the back.

The annoyance and confusion and general difficulty in communicating with Set and finding out what he wants over the past few days, combined with the lack of the right words coming, ended up in a completely different piece than intended.

It felt nice to get it out though, and the rain actually did start and it is actually pouring outside, so I’m going to take this as a sign to continue working on the image for the next few days, and just let the words come when they come.