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"Time is too valuable to waste." quote Zephyr Alba. PS profile pic isn't mine just placeholder
Autism
A crux of social schism,
to have be born with Autism.
Voice trapped like a vice,
or told on it drones
Context scattered like mice,
when caught are just bones
Devoid of depth or width,
All too easy miss points.
Miss first or fourth or fifth,
understanding just disjoints.
How can one keep ones friends,
when blind to where road ends.
I find I can only cry in the rain.
With raindrops rattle to mask the pain.
Like one with a limp does use a cane.
I use the tears mirrored out window's pane.
Only when it does pour a mighty storm.
Feel equal to my heart so torn and worn.
For only then are there quite enough tears shed.
For all the torment thunders my head.
From wounds too deep to have simply bled.
I cleanse my reading copy with an orange seeds.
Tarot Post # 2 of 3
Got a new Tarot Deck and book as a gift here is my first reading with more reverse than UNO. Post #1 of 3
How does one approach going to ask?
For repentance of forgotten task.
Events details in fog, blurred as if by grog.
I don’t know how a response be sown,
an apology for something yet unknown.
This Question, into depths thrown sunk like stone.
How can a sun be shown, upon not known.
Like the Abyss, demons hiss, hope claws miss.
Nothing good could, or should overturn this rot wood.
But need, still fill iron will. Waters rough try kill.
This ride is quite snide must abandon all pride.
Now to make the first step.
To make sure promises kept.
For all the nights lone wept.
Were on this question slept.
"Sorry" By Zephyr.
I am back...
Dark brews? No just kind stews.
Photos of my witches brew made with herbs and spices not few.
It helps strengthen body and mind, but not without side effects in kind.
Be careful young witches not to sow and reap stitches that you'll keep.
Mine make stomach rumble and grumble not still, but medicine to help keep not ill.
My warning if you will head it be careful slow questioning and deep read.
For if you find magic's mountain might drive mad, blind, or bleed.
Do act cautious to obtain bring a guide and steep stead.
Blessed be this post, unlike most this odd number's host.
Dark scary? Pah, it keeps back the few evil Fairy.
Spark wary, for the tricksters at night make merry.
The things that go bump in the night. Make fight.
Are not common chumps in a fight fierce might.
The night creatures chits, chatz, stalk and walk.
Not blight breachers riffratz. They just gawk.
Before one surmise that dark hold spies and lies.
Remember our kind sentries fowl. Kind Owl.
"Night Flies with D'arc Eyes" by Zephyr Alba
No matter how short the rope.
Atlan grip to those with hope.
So don't sit and sulk or mope.
Get up and stand tall. Heed call.
For some lost to whip and maul.
Burn bright ready to fight with claw.
Spread light, let hope's torch hand fall.
(image is not mine just for impact)
To those who worship nation and law.
Over people’s health, their plights, and well being.
I will stand tall to bare tooth and claw.
I will cry out with contempt wail, sing.
If that is yet not enough to give sting.
I will march with the weak oppressed with hand in hand.
To block path and to burn wealth of those refuse understand.
Burn bridges of those whose views plant seeds of evil and hate.
For their deeds not able be undone far too little too late.
They refused to admit their puts the meak in danger.
So now once family is dead to me a sick stranger.
Those who want crush us will try with all their power, might.
Like a mad ant we must all draw line in sand and fight.
For we are beset by a colossus to stomp us flat like tin cans.
My name is Zephyr, but I am not just a gentle wind.
I am a hurricane of passion and fire to help any friend.
I will never falter never break for I will not hide I am trans.
Did the directing, cinematography, and assisted in the editing of this video.
It's for an indie band I am friends with for a contest, please give them a like and subscribe.
They are amazing people and excellent artists I can't wait to hear their next work.
This is Taking Back Fault's cover of Hayley Williams' song, "Dead Horse". Directed by Zephyr Alba. Enjoy!
Felt this might need to be seen by others. I will never have my wand broken or my magic tarnished by bigotry, but damn is it hard these days.
"I cannot even begin to explain the pain I feel knowing that the author who wrote the most formative book series of my life does not believe I am valid."
This one is titled "The Lesser of Two"
Once a monk was beaten because they tried refuse.
To make a choice between two when know both would abuse.
The kneel convicted stare forward through whip, head shake.
The hits of cane did bones break, but not less will make.
Finally, the God of defiance did in anger screamed, cried.
The monk sit dead eyes open like a clam been cleaned, pried.
For politicians schemed now monks dreams quite, died.
The divine wail did possess the crowd with riot. Pride-
did fill their hearts with start from monks last act.
For now they need to heed form pact to react.
Burn the rot from public servants master forgot.
For hells fire, not enough it’s not adequately hot.
This gets the point across perfectly.
If you find Offense to this good, change, or be prepared to be disregarded and left destitute by progress.
Apathetics aggressively need abandoned absolutely.
Ignorance need immolated by intellect immediately,
and the hateful heretics need hanged, hamstrung.
This will be my last post for awhile social media is too volitile for me right now.
"The Visceral Valkrie made Victim."
Once a gaunt sad god, not bad, unfortunately made.
From a darkness where kindness and hope blurs it does fade.
Molded be the torment they represent.
A wretched form its sight I do lament.
What we man wrought for her we can’t repent.
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Wings now caked stuck in tar, in blood, in oil, rusted steel.
Starved like tortured refugee homeless without any meal.
Once a fellow angel a warrior of light.
But alas they did spectate far too dark a fight.
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The hate, vitriol filled them like dams broken floodgate.
The lords sat safely behind castle walls a checkmate.
Oh they killed her spirit bathed in evil and spite.
A war for good cause a Valkyrie lure to any fight.
But lost is her soul her spirit if we let MIGHT make RIGHT…
Once a callus asexual immortal made a mistake.
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To accept a phone number for a date.
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Trap of fate.
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The woman had voice of angel, tongue of devil, and wings of fairy.
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The Immortal - smart and careful had their fun, but was weary.
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He was prepared for any war, any normal trap, but dove?
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He would be tamed not by death or foe or gun, but love.
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She was fickle with fae blood, not one would satisfy her lust.
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He tried not to be jealous, but through love emote transparent must.
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The flame of romance is oh so sweet, dance out like a gust.
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Exile to island, to forest, to plain, to swamp, and mountain, his soul travel must---
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to try to silence his internal hell is grief,
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the morning howls.
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Wander wilderness to find reasons to live, made a promise
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if broken, never forgive.
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He would enslave himself to true love’s gaze for its demons do not phase.
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Only if the girl is pure of heart
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and pure of passion, you might have a start.
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But she was perfect, not quite unique,
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but a rare jewel, a piece of ART…
An Immortal sees a Banshee
eyes meet under the willow tree.
Startled and afraid, she lets out her wail
rain splits, force makes the shallows bail.
Like a wave of thunder after lightning.
A shockwave unimaginably frightening.
Their knees buckle first,
then their eardrums burst,
and the blood boils, bubbles.
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Only the start of their troubles.
Next comes truly the worst.
Bones and teeth begin to quake,
down to powder they must shake.
The Immortal cannot die,
can only lay curled to cry.
Not of simple physical aches and pains,
but complex emotional turmoil and drains.
For an Immortal has no worry,
pain and torment end in hurry.
But the Immortal will never forget,
to the brim with permanent regret.
At least not for a long, long while.
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The girl in an April shower,
taking knee to see a flower.
Even with all their accumulated knowledge, power,
talent, prose, cleverness, fails him in most dire hour.
The girl he spooked out of a smile.
Apologies for the sway the wind was quite hard and was using a hammock due to lack of steady cam.
Pant x2
Zipper x1
Belt x1
Pocket x4
You may have sown you may have recycled, but have you ever skinned a pair of jeans for parts?
Just the essentials, of course, no need to be tedious. You are looking for pockets and loops and strong knit structures. First, you pierce the denim stretched tight quarter off the key parts.
Pulling tearing quick and deliberate splitting lines in the fabric through torque and the occasional nudge of a single slice as this part has not need to be precise. Now to splitting the joining seems a knife squeezed in the crack if you slip there is no going back.
This turns the waistband to a belt and allows the pockets and zipper to come free. If you'd like to know these personally find a pair that you can spare and repeat after me.
-Signed Zephyr Alba
Project Log date 4/21/2020
Ps. I have a pile of pocketses to keep from those dirty hobbitses.
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