The Healthy Contrarian

She left, you lie

And now it comes -

earthquakes and hurricanes

typhoons and heavy rains

and droughts and desert-like pains

all in one bleeding bag of Earth

You lie, she left, and didn't die

but she left anyway, as good as dead

We ate her mountains and riverbeds

Water unshared and people bled

both drowned and thirst

this suffering never ends

the pendulum bends

but didn't break ... yet

She isn't dead but it feels as if she's dying

We suffer and still we aren't trying

Acting as if tomorrow still comes

The clock is ticking, thrums the war drums

It's you and I

Not you against I

You lie, they lie, she'll never die

but we can, and we are slowly, and we will

If we don't bring her back

If we don't speak her will

If all our thoughts and acts still ill

We will.

Tears of fire, dark skies define,

Miracles of the mystical, drummer to war

Mountains of centuries, soar wasted torn

Living warmth, untamed but tried

Belief in oneself, the feeble conquered nigh

For not within, the mystery understood

Whipped obedience, cracked forced the horn

Emeralds, rubies, fallen like the diamond before

Obsidian breath, felled by ambition misunderstood

Yet linked by bond forged in decades, thought

Stolen by hubris, avarice, and glutton dawn

Lament, I cry, for the fallen stars

Breathe their fires last, fall or final slumber thus

For the fawn who cannot last the century try

Tame the untamed, war the indomitable fury thy

Unworthy they, we, blood to bleed the majesties thus

Living flame find its breath, final breath last

For as the deer is shot, so too are these beauties

For wars only man can conjure, waste the furies

Lament then thus, for the final sky's roars

Thunder and clamour until their ends are in store

For that finale is now, spent ever so carelessly

No amount of time will help forget the fool's folly.

Blood wasted, power and majesty tasted,

However short the time, and still it ticks, an ending.

Run wild, swim miles and deep, skim horizons, fly

The lands are lost, on the wait for finding

The beat of wings' heartstrings for roars resounding,

Maketh then the blessed chaos,

Shape the earth, the air, seas and oceans, moss

For yours are in cities, in legends, old

Your form may strain but your power is as bold

I see you in my dreams, and dreams of many

We wish your power ours when feats be performing

For is a dragon so mightily pressed

When treasure hoards, and foes abreast

Whether conqueror or pillager

Savior and protector, you

The symbol of the rising salute, and tyrant few

Blow fire, call rains and lightning, or blistering steam

You, unearthed, still a mystery and dream

I wish to see you, while I'm alive

Belief in your existence, in it's glory and pride

Embody the souls, especially now

But be the benevolent for us, not the cow.

Engage and enrage, that we all find peace,

The strings of fate be unleashed -

The horned have tried and almost to winning

But fire is also wielded by the willed and inspiring.

For sour are those that sour the smiles of those that's tastes honey sweet,

And sad are those who sadden those that found the happiness in their day's seconds,

To those that go on despite despair and falling and still climb once fallen,

Breath is yours that breathe the truths of life whether tasty or bitter.

Good mornings from hellos, then good nights

There's no other way to say this : you miss loves

You've once given and received, that you've let go of

That you've been dismissed from, that's died

From the times you were then, younger, brighter, beginner

First times, second times, several times in-love times;

You mourn your old selves and their once-hearts.

Timeless, the word, 'miss' and missing

No other way to put it, you long for times then

But you're here in this moment remembering

And though the ache is there, so is the wondering

What is, for me, next? And giddily too, who?

Controversial or not let me just say -

Ilya would one hundred percent be snarky towards Rose. Even after it all. At least for a VERY long while. Because he is selfish regarding Shane's love and experience. He wouldn't want to share, and as much as he'd like to not 'own' Shane by technicality, it's still what he wants ultimately.

Shane would initially be very very somewhat hostile to Svetlana. But, but, the moment he understands she was only ever Ilya's reprieve and safe space before admittedly 'him' and the love was legit genuine but not coveted, he'd also end up being the best of friends with Svetlana in their fierce love for and overprotectiveness of Ilya. And Rose too by extension. Shane would have girl besties and Hayden (and possibly J.J) because believe it or not their personalities complement one another.

But Ilya? He'd stay 'hating' (though not really, more like still staying jealous of) Rose and would take a long time to be warm with her BECAUSE she's the realized fear he could've lost Shane had Shane also been into women. He's Rose and Rozy but most def the opposite of Rose Landry, at least in his mind.

Which I believe is why it's important that Ilya has a new team soon. 😁

But it makes me want to believe the world is a good place

even if only at times.

And even if it's just for this moment ..